#y'all are so embarrassing Lord in Heaven

[transneutrallaw]

It's always hilarious watching people go ; "grrrr there's too much sanitised sexless queer representation, we need more bad horny and messy queers grrr"

And those people almost exclusively consume children's cartoons and Highschool romcoms, like if you don't turn off Nick Jr and watch an actual show for Adults before I smack you upside the head. Clowns!

[fanfiction4sooya]

Bitter (K. Eunbi x Fem! Reader)

Yeah yeah, I took matters into my own hands and wrote Kwon Eubi X Fem!R!!!! one of us had to do the lord's work and that will be me ☝🏼

Requests are open, hope y'all like it! 💖💖💖

Smut, +18, possessiveness, jealousy, cursing, strapon(R! receiving), spiting, fingering, dacryphilia, tit fucking, dirty talking (and probably something I'm forgetting)

Bitter.

That's how Eunbi described what she felt whenever somebody tried to get to you. A bitter taste the lingered on her lips and she could only get rid of it replacing it with your taste instead, with your body and sweet scent. That's how you ended up in this situation.

Your body was pressed against the big window of the hotel you both were staying, her tongue relentlessly inside of your pussy from behind. You were already shaking, but that didn't matter. She needed you, needed to be inside of you so that feeling would go away.

Was it bad to have someone so possessive claiming you whenever they felt like it? For some people, yes. But for you having the Kwon Eunbi asking over and over for you to repeat who you belonged to was actually heaven on earth.

"Tell me again" She said, a small kiss on your clit. Getting up so her boobs pressed against your back as she pushed two fingers inside of you.

"I'm yours, unnie" You cried out, clenching when she hit your pussy with her fingers.

"Mine" She growled, her eyes shut as she kissed your shoulder and then your mouth. Pulling her fingers out, she tossed you to bed and straddled you, her wet pussy grinding against your belly as she locked her fingers with yours above your head.

As she humped you, she worked on your neck and chest, leaving marks all over the place. You moaned louder when she bit you, tightening the hold on your fingers.

"I'll make sure to show that bitch what I did to you, baby" She pulled away, leaving you completely fucked out on the bed. Looking at her wild state you wanted nothing more than to satisfy her, indulge those feelings and let yourself be used until she forgot about what anyone has ever said about you.

She was jealous over one of your coworkers, Miyawaki Sakura. She had tried to hit on you in an after party, getting to the extent of trying to denigrate Eunbi's image to you in order to get you to cheat.

You unconsciously started to circle your clit, moaning with your eyes glued on her strap as she walked back to bed. It was the biggest she owned, and she had never used it on you. That's how you knew she was mad, mad.

You knelt, kissing her beautiful lips as she pulled your hair to look into your eyes.

"You are mine" She said again, a mantra for her. "No one can take you away from me, ever" Biting your lip she intensely looked into your eyes. There was rage, jealousy, obsession... Passion.

"No one, mommy" You cried out, surprising both of you.

"Mommy? That's new" She smiled, shaking her head as you looked down a little embarrassed. "Fuck, you are sexy" She guided your mouth to her nipple, her beautiful breasts looked even fuller as sweat beemed trough them.

You latched onto it with force, making her toss her head back as a whimper passed through her lips. She loved to have her nipples sucked, even more so if you apply strength to your movements.

"Shit" Eunbi couldn't hold her tongue as you spat on her other nipple, sucking even harder. "Right there baby, keep going" She massaged your scalp holding you still, her hips rolling into nothing. She pulled you away, now guiding you to her fake cock.

She spat on it, looking into your eyes as you did the same. Licking the tip of the fake cock, you guided half of it into your mouth. It was bigger than usual so it was a bit difficult, but you wanted to make her proud.

"I bet that bitch would love to see you like this" She held your hair, your eyes glued to hers. "What a shame she won't ever have the chance" She angrily thrusted inside your mouth, making you gag. "That's right baby, get my dick all wet with your spit" She held your face, your nose touching her lower abdomen as tears ran down your cheeks.

She pulled your face away, kissing your puffy lips and holding your body against hers as the strap caressed your clit. You rolled your eyes, shaking from over stimulation.

"Mommy" You called as she bit your neck, and she smiled against your skin. She pushed you a little, laying you down as she dove between your legs, licking up and down to catch your wetness in her tongue.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fuck you so good" She kissed your swollen clit and you jolted. "I love you so much" That fiery anger was back to her tone, but in a sweet way.

She was a predator and, well, you didn't find it in you the strength to fight back nor to run away from the chase. You never wanted to.

She guided one of her nipples to your puffy cunt, making you scream in pleasure as she also closed her eyes. Moaning, she swayed it up and down, and you bit your hand trying to stop your screams as you felt her nipple on your swollen clit.

"Don't hold back your moans, baby" She opened her eyes, they were glossy as she was getting more and more aroused. "Let mommy hear your beautiful voice"

"Mommy, kiss me" You asked, tears beaming on your eyes. "I love you too mommy, only you" You said as you tried pulling her to get on top of you and she did, guiding her nipples to your mouth again and you licked them clean.

"Oh, god..." She said, closing her eyes as she supported her weight in her arms. "This feels so good baby, I love your mouth" She leaned back, guiding the thick fake tip to your entrance. Caressing your face, she wiped away a few tears. "My pretty girl..."

She admired your beautiful face all fucked out with tears, spit and sweat all over it. Caressing it, she looked down at your pussy glistening with so much wetness.

"Take a deep breath for mommy, my love" She was gentler, you were sure her jealousy was going away now. She pushed it little by little, eyes on your expression as you opened your mouth enough for a moan to escape.

She pushed it all in, moaning as it also brushed against her clit. Both of you were shaking as she set a hard and slow pace.

"Too big..." You cried out, hugging her body against yours. You blindly licked her neck, bucking your hips up as she started going faster. Your nails ripped trough the skin of her back, creating beautiful red lines.

"Too big, baby?" She got up, holding your legs open to admire your stretched pussy. "But you like it, don't you?" You furiously nodded, through hooded eyes. "I know, I know" She cooed, stroking your sweaty face. "It will be over soon, pretty girl" The hard thrusts made your tits bounce beautifully. She pulled you to her, switching your positions.

"Oh, my-" It felt even deeper, stretching you to the point of pain. But you didn't wanted to stop, you wanted to be good for her.

"Ride me, baby" She pushed your hips.

"I- I can't- Eunbi..." She pressed her nails on your hips.

"Wasn't I mommy just a few moments ago?" She angrily said. You tried saying anything, but it was too much. Riding her slowly, your legs started shaking too much as you felt your orgasm approach fast. "It's okay, sweetie. I'll fuck you then"

She said, thrusting up fast enough for you to fall forward, your hips in the air as she slammed the thick cock into you. Your moans and wet sounds were loud as the skin slapping was also progressively louder.

"'Gonna cum" She told you, her nails digging into your skin. You were a drooling mess. "Let's cum together baby, let it wash over you" She guided you, as you lost yourself in pleasure; you were so wet your skin and hers were connected by various strings of cum.

"Fuc-fuck mommy" You said as she kept humping; her eyes closed in concentration, hugging your body closer.

"You are mine, just mine..." She lowly grunted, making out with your neck. You blindly moved your hips, tired and too fucked out.

"Only yours, mommy..." You closed your eyes, body light as a feather.

Happy, as you knew you for sure you took the bitter taste off of her mouth.

[doevademe]

Nico remaining a catholic while being the son of the lord of hell (and the greek equivalent of Paradise) is just the epitome of irony for me.

That's why I propose the following prompt:

Some random homophobic: y'all are going to hell for your sin!

Percy and Nico share a look before bursting out laughing.

Percy: Been there, done that, bud. A little dark but welcoming when you know the owner of the place.

Nico: Actually got a room for me in a palace there, can't say the same for you tho.

"Why are we here again?" Percy asked as he squirmed uncomfortably. The church parishioners seemed to all be looking at them.

"Because it's my mother's death anniversary," he reminded him. "And for some reason, you decided to accompany me to mass instead of staying home."

"I wanted to support you, Ni," he said. It was the first time he could do something as Nico's boyfriend and not just as his friend. "I just didn't know this was an hour-long thing."

Behind them, an elderly lady shushed them. Nico turned and apologized in a hush.

The rest of the mass went by. Nico distressingly left him to have some white, thin food put in his mouth and come back to kneel. Percy couldn't say he understood, but he imitated Nico as well as he could.

He could see a man in his forties looking at them suspiciously.

Eventually, the priest named Nico's mother when talking about praying for the departed, and soon after the mass was over. Nico took his hand and led him out.

"I think mamma went to heaven," he said softly. "That's why I could never summon her."

Percy looked at him. So that was why he attended mass for her and not Bianca. Nico knew where his sister had gone after death, but Maria di Angelo was another story.

"It was a nice ceremony," he whispered, not knowing what else to say. "I didn't understand half of it, but it was beautiful."

Nico smiled and squeezed his hand.

"That couldn't have been easy for you. Staying still all that time and not understanding why people did things," Nico told him once they were outside. "But thanks for being respectful and... for being there for me."

Percy smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"If it's important to you, of course I'll be there," he said. "So, that white wafer—"

"I knew it," someone said behind them. They both turned to see the same man that had been glaring at Percy during mass. "Don't you know your kind is not welcome here?"

Percy paled. Had he done something wrong? Was he embarrassing Nico in some way?

"What do you mean our kind?" Nico asked venomously.

"Perverts," he clarified, looking at them in distaste. "People like you shouldn't desecrate the house of our Lord."

Percy blinked.

Oh, so he hadn't done anything wrong during the mass. The guy was just a homophobe.

He let out a sigh of relief.

"I thought Jesus invited everyone to come to him, even sinners," Nico answered with a raised eyebrow.

"If they repent," the man said. "Only hell awaits those like you."

And Nico turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. Percy stared back.

They both laughed.

"S-sorry dude, but I know for a fact that I won't go there," he said as the man turned redder and redder from anger. "The guy in charge kind of likes me. I have my own room in a palace waiting for me."

"That's sacrilege!"

Percy shrugged.

"I mean, down there is a little cold and drafty, but it's not as bad, and the dead don't feel the cold," Percy added. "If anything, I can say it's not the worst thing that could happen."

"You, though? I doubt you might get more than oblivion," Nico continued. "You're not God's brave defender. You're barely God's anything."

"You—"

"You're worth nothing, and you'll die alone and bitter," Nico said in his son of Hades voice. The man turned white as a sheet. "We're leaving, Percy."

The man stayed quiet as Nico walked ahead of Percy, their hands still linked, until they reached a Starbucks.

"Order anything you like," he said. "My treat, as thanks for going with me."

They didn't talk about that man, and Percy realized it was because he mattered so little to Nico.

"Why go to mass, if you know you're going to the Greek Underworld?" He asked once they were seated. Nico smiled sheepishly.

"It makes me feel closer to my mother," Nico admitted. "I feel like she's with me then."

Percy smiled and kissed his boyfriend, not caring who saw.

"I'm sure she is, Nico."

[diavolosthots]

Hi there! I just found your blog and OMG I love it!! Can I request the brothers + undateables reactions to being caught touching themselves by MC? Thank you in advance!! 💚

I honestly feel terrible everytime i write NSFW for simeon 💀💀

warning: NSFW

THE BROTHERS + UNDATEABLES reacting to getting caught touching themselves by MC

Lucifer:

YOU might be shocked, but really he had been expecting you. Thats why his strokes never faltered and the eye contact was kept. That smirk and those dirty words successfully drawing you into him so that you ended up beneath him on his bed, "such a dirty little girl/boy. I bet you've been hoping to catch me this whole time..."

Mammon:

He gets super flustered, actually. Seeing you? Pleasure himself? To the thought of you nonetheless? Ugh how embarrassing. But also sees it as an opportunity to show you what he wants. Does a whole 180° and pushes you against the door you just walked through, "ya see what ya do t'me? This is all cuz of ya..."

Leviathan:

Yo everyone knows not to come into Levi's room unannounced unless you want to see some weird stuff. Right now he was very much indulged in tentacle porn and pleasuring himself, only noticing you when you cleared your throat and he literally fell off his chair. Whines, complains, and blushes. Also kicks you out and puts a new lock on the door. Will avoid eye contact for weeks.

Satan:

Listen he doesnt do it a lot and hes usually very careful not to get caught so having you just burst in his room like that trying to hide from Lucifer quite literally had him shrieking and gripping his cock way too hard, ending in a loud groan. Now you're both staring at each other but Satan slowly regains his composure and smirks, "you should pay up for using my room as your escape."

Asmodeus:

The reason he was sprawled out on his bed rather ~sexy~ was because he knew you were coming and he wanted to give you a full view of the way he pleasured himself. "Come in, dear~ don't be shy, just join the fun~" somehow convinces you to, indeed, join the fun.

Beelzebub:

He honestly feels so bad and stops all movements, making eye contact with you. Now both of you are blushing and your eyes flicker between his and that of his hardened dick. But what you said next had him almost tumbling over "you... You want a hand with that?"

Belphegor:

Really, what did you expect him to do in the middle of the night? Sleep? He does that all day. But also he knows you enjoyed it. He heard you approach his door a few minutes ago and he picked up his pace, cumming right as you opened the door. He has no shame whatsoever.

Diavolo:

Diavolo does it everywhere which is mainly why you caught him stroking himself in his office, walking in right as he came undone. A couple spurts of demon cum and a very red faced you later, you realized his cock was still rock hard and big. "Take a picture, it lasts longer. Or we could just skip the awkward phase and get to the part where you'll bounce on my cock.

Barbatos:

A demon has needs, thats all I'm saying. Diavolo has been working him way too much lately and much as he loved the Demon Lord, he really just needed some well deserved stress relieve right now. Its kind of your fault for walking in without knocking and seeing him work on himself so... Needily. Anyway y'all fucked.

Simeon:

Listen this human body he got when he came down from heaven was already weird to get used to okay but he didnt realize it came with so many unnecessary functions, like morning wood. It would just not go back down no matter how much he thought about chairs or the never ending doom that this sin would cause. He also didn't realize didnt lock the door so yeah the look of shock on your face while you saw an ANGEL self pleasure was enough to push him into a series of depression.

Solomon:

This man has been hanging around Asmodeus too much im telling you. You obviously shrieked after coming into his room and seeing him with a hand wrapped around his hard cock, but he just made eye contact and started a small conversation while he continued to stroke himself, "wanna join, (Y/N)?"

[eggs-in-a-cloud]

Yo, it’s my birthday! 🥳 So here's another mini fic snippet that takes place on Deku’s birthday to celebrate! This one is for the Bakudeku summer beach fic I was working on :D

There is a trigger warning for drowning, so please be careful if you are sensitive to that. Thanks y'all.

TW: Drowning

Enjoy and I’ll try to post the whole thing on ao3 later today too <3

•••

Each breath he attempts to take, is filled with water that burns his nose and lungs. He is sputtering and coughing and that just sends more water down the hatch. His limps are spasming and he’s flailing and grasping for nothingness as his arms clutch at more and more and more water. God.

Izuku is drowning.

He’s actually really drowning.

On his 20th birthday.

If he wasn’t going to die from drowning, he’d die from mortification.

His poor mother will be so distraught. And his group members will be so angry on Monday because he was supposed to send them the report after he finished editing. And his friends. God, his friends who came here with him. Iida, Urakaka and Todoroki. What about them? He hopes they won’t blame themselves.

In the distance, there’s the sound of splashing water and a faint ‘Outta the way, fuckers!’

It’s the last thing Izuku hears before everything goes quiet and it all fades to black.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

Izuku is dreaming.

Someone, on top of him, someone…. Kissing him? Um, what?

The person kissing him pulls away and Izuku sees a halo of blond fluffy hair and captivating red eyes. At this point he’s pretty sure he’s died and gone to heaven. And although the thought that he’d actually died is sort of a depressing thought, the knowledge that the afterlife is full of hot guy angels is very comforting, to say the least. Izuku barely resists the urge to wrap his arms around the blond angel's neck and pull him back down for another kiss.

That is, until Izuku tries to close his eyes and keep the dream going. Because who’d want a dream like that to end? But… As soon as he let’s his eyes flutter back shut, the angel roughly pats (slaps) Izuku on his face.

“Oi, stay with me, bastard!” Punctuates the action, and Izuku’s eyes shoot open again. He tries to breath and ends up coughing up water.

The angel (maybe not angel, because angels don’t traditionally hit or curse at people… right?) brings his face to his again and put his lips against his. He breathes into him and pushes on his chest and … wait a second.

One pump. Two pumps, three pumps.

And Izuku realizes what’s going on as they both turn away again, the angel to take a breath again and Izuku to cough up even more water that has risen into his mouth.

“Midoriya!” …Iida…?

Izuku wants to look around, but it’s sort of really bright and his senses are all over the place. Also, he realizes he’s lying down. The sand is like a furnace on his probably sunburned back and the sky is so blue and the blond boy’s hair looks even more like a crown against the sky backdrop.

Izuku tries to get a grip on his surroundings by rolling his head from side to side, and catches a glimpse of a couple things, finally. He makes our Uraraka's brown hair and Todoroki’s blue swim trunks and Iida's looming figure which is much closer than his other friends. Iida is the one Izuku focuses is on because he is shouting.

What happened…?

Izuku vaguely remembers swimming, and then… what else? A drowning, presumably?

Iida is positively losing him mind just behind the blond guy, and those gathered on the beach who didn’t actually witness his embarrassing drowning and following rescue, is now hearing the horrible details. Which is awful but also helpful because Izuku's waterlogged brain can’t remember much currently. And so, Izuku tries to focus on his friend's hysterical ramblings.

“Oh Lord, I knew this was a bad idea. A terrible idea. I shouldn’t have let Todoroki and Uraraka plan this. I have absolutely failed as not only a citizen of this city, but also as a friend. Did you know it’s his birthday today? And this is how it ends? HE ALMOST DIED ON HIS BIRTHDAY!”

The blond stops abruptly and snaps his head around to Izuku’s blue haired friend.

“Oi, four eyes. I’m a life guard. He’s not dead yet. Calm your tits. And could you advertise this shitshow any louder?” The life guard snaps.

Iida looks scandalized for a moment before he collects himself, and the next time he speaks it’s about three octaves lower. Thank God.

“Apologies. It’s just, a lot, Midoriya drowning.” Iida says with a loud sniff.

“Almost. He’s fine. Hey jackass, how many fingers?” Even though it’s a question, from the blond it sounds like a barked command. It’s a little blurry, but Izuku blinks a couple times until everything comes into focus and he can make out the hand in front of him.

“Three.” He groans. The life guard grunts in approval.

“Good. Can you stand?”

“Yes.” Izuku starts to sit up, and warm, sun kissed hands meet his back and chest to slowly rise him into a sitting position. It is only sitting up that he finally looks around and sees the mini crowd that has formed around him. Their watching and whispering in hushed voices that makes the green haired boy flush. Oh God, hopefully he doesn’t go viral on YouTube. Or even worse, Tik Tok.

“Alright, let’s get you to my office. There’s a cot in there that you can rest on for a bit. And get rid of the fucking gawkers.” The blond says loudly. The crowd startles, and disperses thankfully.

The blond life guard slings one of Izuku’s arms over his shoulder and slowly the both of them rise.

“You good?” He asks.

The green-haired boy tries not to focus on how warm the arm around him is, or how their thighs are pressed together or how he can hear the faint thump thump thump of the other boy's heart.

“Mhm!” Izuku hopes that the slight voice crack he feels and hears is only a figment of his imagination.

The blond doesn’t say anything further and just starts leading them away from the ocean.

Izuku guesses there’s some small mercies, because the only thing that would have been more embarrassing than drowning in knee length water is being carried bridal style to the lifeguards’ booth.

[kayabred]

This was in the GIF recs what do you expect me to do Dating Johnny (probably)

He is and will always be the biggest flirt ever.

You thought it would end after you were officially together but nooooooooo the cringey pick up lines kept going. Good lord they keep coming and you don't know from where.

Since Johnny is like the big brother , there's a running joke where each member just calls you “aunty /“uncle” or “sister in law” / “brother in law”

He kisses your cheeks and forehead a lot . Though he prolly has to bend down to do so unless you got tall genes

Your number one jokester , he always makes you laugh no matter what the occasion is.

Even when you guys weren't official yet , you would still talk to marriage and stuff like that.

His mother loves you . In her eyes , you and him are her everything.

Mark Lee's parents.

Honestly you and the members have a plan to sneak into SM and forcefully ask for more lines for your man.

If his name in your in your contacts isn't ‘My Man’ with like , 7 hearts , he's gonna change it.

The boys come to you for everything. Especially relationship problems. The two of you are like their Cupids.

When you travel together , he brings you on night walks and you both just admire the world.

He wants to take you all around the world and take beautiful photos of you and him to show your kids .

You're his number one model . His insta feed is literally you.

Shows you off to the SM family.

You're now best friends with red velvet.

If he sees you in the crowd during concerts you best prepare to see your man with the biggest and brightest smile on his face.

His morning voice is so uwu. He wishes you good morning everytime you both wake up together.

He records a good morning message or texts you one every single day. ( Good night too uwu )

You have a whole library of photo albums because of the amount of photos he takes.

On Christmas , he brings his favourite of the year (his favourite photo album) to his mom's house whenever he can and the entire family snuggles under blankets on the couches , drinking hot cocoa and flips through each page and the two of you tell them about each and every memory.

If you guys can't all be together , you guys go on video call and share memories.

Trains you in Muay Thai so you can defend yourself in case “your knight in shining armour isn't there to protect you”

Fashion evaluates the shit out of you . Then laughs and makes sure you aren't offended cause he wouldn't hurt you for his life . (uwu)

Y'all dress like crackheads and have a weekly spill the tea time with the foreign swaggers and occasionally Taeyong.

He records little vlogs of special moments to show to your kids.

Paints your nails when you're having a bad day.

“Babe , I'm not feeling too well-”

“Open the door , I'll be there in like 15 minutes with flowers and chocolates and some cheesy romcom. Which one did you say you wanted to watch . Oh right !” he would snap his fingers , pretending to forget and you would chuckle at his antics.

Sits you in his lap and braids your hair some days just in case yall have a daughter.

Driving with the windows down , hair flying everywhere and screaming the lyrics of ‘Highway to Heaven’

Shouting the lyrics to random old 90's songs and being called boomers by the dreamies.

You bring the dreamies out for Halloween every year and even though they might complain and say it's embarrassing , they all enjoy it.

One time you were too sick to bring them out trick or treating so they came to your house with candy and made sure you guys were feeling okay.

Piggy back rides to the grocery stores.

JCC is now the Johnny and --- being a Cute Couple channel

Playing music and dancing in the living room. Doesn't matter if it's hip hop or a slow song , y'all gonna dance.

Star gazing like you don't have a care in the world.

If he has problems , you best be ready to be the big spoon and stroke his head while he lies down and complains and gets everything out.

Massaging him whenever he gets stressed.

He told that to the boys and now you have a 5 year waiting list filled with members of SM and staff members who want to be massaged.

Sometimes when the boys are having a vlive , you try to sneak behind to get to Johnny but they drag you in .

Nctzens trolling baby czennies

“So who's your bias in NCT ?”

“---”

“who's that ?”

“You didn't know ? There's 22 members ,”

In summary : get married already .

[katsukikitten]

Bakugoxreader is a USA transfer. Shes really sweet but doesn’t put up with bakugos shit. He tolerates her because she puts up a good fight and low key thinks her accent is adorable. one day their class has a tea and shes bummed because she likes iced sweet tea. Everyone thinks that’s weird but later that night Bakugo shows up with a pitcher and a little embarrassed because he doesn’t know if he used enough sugar. Then she jokes about in the south sugar could also mean kissing. And then they do.

Sun Tea

A/N Hopefully this is close to what you had in mind lovey! Enjoy! Thank you for your patience while I wrote this!

Three sets of eyes stare down at the pile of cards atop the circular coffee table, each of you sitting cross legged while a few of your other class mates sit among the couches.

"Draw six Y/N." Kirishima wears a rare devilish smile as he places down a yellow draw two card atop two other hellish cards.

You return his smile holding eye contact with Bakugou as you dramatically produce a red draw two.

"Bless your heart Bakugou doll, you've gotta draw eight." You take much satisfaction in placing down the card that will screw him over.

A little too much actually, it's not very hospitable of you to enjoy another's misfortune.

It all boils down to when you were first transferred here, mostly against your will, from America Bakugou hated you with every fiber in his being.

And you hated him in return, which was quite unlike you.

But he had aired all your dirty laundry about your delinquent behavior that you had done in America.

What he didn't know was you had to do those things to survive.

You absentmindedly brush against the tattoo on your neck and two sets of red eyes follow.

Believe it or not he was beginning to see that now.

Could really see how much that lifestyle was thrust upon you.

"This is a stupid fucking game! Why'd I let you talk me into playing hair for brains!?" Bakugou snarls, snatching at the deck on the table counting out eight muttering fuck you beneath his breath.

Kirishima laughs in response as he places down a red eight, Deku places down a red six before you place down a skip.

"You're fucking working together huh?" He snarls darkly and you laugh.

"Ain't his fault you're as lucky as a June bug in November." Your laugh echoes in the room. Pulling at the ash blonde's stomach. Although he doesn't know what the hell you're saying he knows that your voice is just too God Damn cute. You notice the dusting of red on his cheeks and chalk it up to his temper.

To which he adds validity to your assumption by adding harshly.

"What in the fuck are you saying?"

It's a question you hear often.

"I believe she means you're not lucky at all." Todoroki chimes in, heterochromatic eyes peering over his book. Momo nods in agreement as she writes down the expression as she has been these past few months, every now and again she'll try to use the English expression in everyday conversation to you.

And honestly you don't have the heart to tell her that not ALL Americans will understand what she's saying.

You pray to the good Lord that she'll run into another decent Southern belle who would get a lick of what she's saying.

Kirishima takes sympathy and places down a reverse for his friend.

Bakugou smiles from ear to ear and plops down an angry looking black card.

"Draw four bitch." He snarls close to your ear and you narrow your eyes. You draw a blue zero, a red two, a green six and the very card that first scorned you.

A draw four that may be your saving grace.

"Don't be gettin too big for ya britches now Suki, Im fixin ta win." You drawl out real heavy because you're excited and again Bakugou's cheeks begin to heat.

You smirk a deadly smile to him that he returns ten fold.

His smile sends your stomach into a tizzy and you try to talk yourself from the edge.

The two of you had just gotten over absolutely loathing each other and transitioned into hard frienemies.

So why the hell were you fighting off a crush?!

It was bound to happen since Aizawa paired the two of you together and only because Bakugou had the highest score in English.

But damn if you weren't hard to understand sometimes. It was like you weren't even speaking English!

At least not the english Bakugou was taught.

Depsite your past, time showed those harsh scarlet eyes that you weren't a total lost cause, an extra undeserving of a second look.

You more than proved you were a worthy rival and it all came after the phrase.

*"Oh I'm finna kick ya ass to high heaven."*

He has never seen you so flustered before and damn did you keep good to your word.

Forcing him to actually try against you. Never admitting that he enjoyed that part of you.

Narrowed eyes, flushed cheeks and pouty lips pulled past white teeth looking "madder than a wet hen."

Or whatever the hell it was you said.

He just hadn't known he would enjoy that odd ass twang you had too.

But you'll never know that it wasn't really Kirishima who convinced Bakugou to play this stupid idiotic game.

No, it was you, when you wore that devilish smirk before adding

*"Guess you're too scared you'll lose!"*

Katsuki sat down and actually dealt the cards himself then.

"Does anyone want tea?" Mina asks, peeking out from the kitchen.

"Please dahling!" You shout and she smiles your way before making her way back to that amazing smelling dinner.

You have two cards left in your hand, you feel lucky but at the same time you're relying on Bakugou to set down a card that will benefit you.

Please God let it be either a blue card or a zero.

You really didn't want to have to use your ace in the hole or have to draw.

Bakugou places down a red reverse causing Kirishima to draw a few cards before he slaps down a red eight.

"Oi Deku. Make yourself useful. Y/N only has two cards." Bakugou snarls, Izuku gulps avoiding eye contact.

He looks over his cards with nervous eyes muttering to himself with each passing second Bakugou gets that much more agitated.

"OI! PUT DOWN A CARD!" He yells and Deku does hastily.

And the Uno Gods have blessed you as a red zero stares lovingly up at you.

"Its about to go to hell in a hand basket for y'all! Uno!" You exclaim as you place down your card, switching it to blue.

"What?!" Kirishima laughs while Bakugou snarls.

"Means you're about to have a bad time." This time Todoroki doesnt even bother to look up from his book. He flips the page and Momo flips through her own notes.

She must spy the phrase and puts a tally by it. She figures the more times you've said it the more common the idiom.

Little does she know there are some phrases in their you'll most likely never utter again having been quick witted when you made the Southernism on the fly

"How the hell do you know what she's saying?" Denki asks looking up from his switch, trying hard not to move as Jhiro naps on him. Dead to the world with her head phones plugged in.

Todoroki shrugs flipping another page before he eyes the game.

Bakugou sucks his teeth, he doesnt have anything to use against you, you clearly don't even go after him.

And to make things worse he doesn't even have fucking blue or a damned zero. He draws seven cards before blue shows up. He places the blue nine down harshly, Kirishima places a green nine over top of it and all eyes fly to Deku.

Who again begins to murmur and mutter as he thinks of his next move.

All the while your smile grows wider and wider.

There isn't much of a card out there that could stop you.

Deku hesitantly lies down a red nine hoping that changing the color so rapidly would cause you anxiety.

When he see that it doesn't he begins to watch in horror as you place down that little black cars with the +4 in the corner.

"No..." He gasps.

"NO!!" Bakugou shouts slamming his fists agaisnt the table, "Rematch!"

"What's the with all the fuss?" Mina asks carrying a large tray of drinks. She makes her way around the room setting down a scalding cup to each person.

"Y/N won and Bakugou's mad." Kirishima explains kissing Mina's cheek and tapping his lap, "Thanks babe."

She sits cozily picking up her cup.

The whole class, aside from yourself and napping Jhiro seem to take a sip of the tea in unison.

Everyone holds the cup just in front of their chest as a smile spreads on their face.

Even Bakugou looks joyful and you look to the steaming liquid in the gray cup before you.

Heavily missing your favorite sweating Mason jar clinking with ice as you watched summer storms a brew.

Scarlet eyes notice how your drink goes untouched, he nudges you harshly before shouting.

"Oi!" He hates the long face you wear, "Drink it before it gets cold."

"I uh... I keep forgettin the tea aint iced or sweetened here." You say sheepishly keeping your eyes down, "Thank you Mina."

"What? Iced? Sweet?" Bakugou sounds baffled as he tried to understand.

Tea was fucking tea. It didn't need ice and it didn't need sugar.

"Yea! It's a staple in the Southern states. Can't throw a rock where it ain't served." Your face brightens as you speak, that drawl even heavier, "And sweet enough to rot your teeth!"

"Why?" Bakugou asks borderline nasty while you have the attention of everyone in the room.

"You see it gets hotter than Hell in the South, humid enough to make ya melt faster than Frosty in July. So sweet tea keeps ya sane. It's cool and of course sweet, keeps us southern folk from being bitter about how hot it is." You stare into the liquid in the cup, almost imagining it to be different.

"Oh! And if it's hot enough in the summer, which it always was where I was from, yall can make sun tea."

"Alright you're making shit up now." Bakugou shakes his head before taking another sip. He closes his eyes when he sees that his comment has struck something in you.

Your face flashes from angry to almost hurt.

"I used to make the best sun tea every summer." You say longfuly before adding, "Anyway I'm tired. Imma head to bed."

"But dinner is soon!" Kirishima and Mina express their worry in unison.

You smile to mask your hurt. Although it was extremely hard for you in America there were somethings you missed greatly.

Sweet sun tea was one of 'em.

You could take the girl out of the South but not the South out of the girl.

"I'll be fine. I'm full as a tic from that late lunch. I'll see y'all when the roasters sing." You wave as you head towards the stairs.

All the while crimson red eyes bore into you.

Before the bore into space through dinner and now into the ceiling as he lies in bed.

Why did you look like that?

Where you that upset?

Had his comment been too far?

Were you madder than that stupid wet hen you kept mentioning?

No, he knew you weren't mad he knew you were feeling "blue" and that he needed to some how make you "right as rain."

That's how you said it right?

He snarls as he snatches up his phone looking up this and that before settling on doing the ultimate thing for you.

He bares his teeth when he sees JUST how long this will take and that he may have to move it depending on the sun.

But he rises early from bed anyway and gets all of the things needed for what he's fixing.

Soon the morning melts into night and Bakugou was lucky that it was in the dead of summer.

Katuski notices that you announce that you're going to"hit the hay" sooner than you normally do when you're not feeling yourself.

Nervousness begins to escape him through beads of sweat on his brow as begins the finishing touches.

You lie on your bed, scrolling through the old photos on your Insta. Longing for those flashes of lightning, corn fields brightened by the moon's light and those old winding backroads.

You open your window to let the warm air in, at least Japan and the south had one thing in common.

Even the bugs would scream late into the night about how hot the day was.

You lie back again, sighing as you scroll, longing for those times once more.

You missed the stars, you missed the barn cats, the hens, the long trips to the beach.

You scroll down a bit further and spy a picture that brings tears to your eyes.

"You're dumber than a box of rocks Y/N pull it together!" You whisper to yourself as you wipe your eyes.

It was only a photo of a large glass container absorbing all of that summer sun and a wide mouth quart mason jar filled with ice.

Ready to be filled.

Still tears fall and for the first time you cry.

Cry for the lost memories.

The lost time and most importantly your lost childhood.

That place took everything from you, forced you to the cities to sell and steal.

But here you were crying like a baby over some tea and the moon.

A harsh knock comes at your door that has your heart in your throat.

You toss your phone as if you were looking as something bad before clearing your throat.

"Coming honey. Gimme a sec I ain't decent." You say, not really lying as you look yourself over in the mirror.

It really wasn't decent for a Southern Belle to cry over some spilt sweet tea.

You open the door to be met with burning scarlet eyes.

"Honey really?" He asks with a smirk.

"Had I know it would have been you that the cat dragged in I would have said vinegar instead." You cross your arms, far from in the mood to deal with Bakugou of all people.

He gives you a pointed look, half knowing what you mean before he sighs heavily.

"I've got something for you now sit down and close your damn eyes." He snarls and you look at him suspiciously.

"Last time you 'had' something for me we scrapped with our fists." He rolls his eyes and gently guides you into your room. He ushers you to sit on your bed making his way back to the hall.

"No peeking damn it!" He growls. Now it is your turn to roll those gorgeous eyes before you close them with an exasperated sigh.

What in Sam's hell was he up to?

You hear an odd sound of clinking before he kicks your door shut.

A long silence stretches between the two of you before courage returns to Bakugou.

Something cool is pressed against your palm and you grab onto it quickly letting your eyes flutter open.

When you spy a mason jar filled with ice and sloshing tan liquid you squeal as if it were a wedding ring. Your reaction alarms Bakugou before he sees the smile forming on your kissable lips.

He swallows his hot desire as you jump up and down on the bed.

He swallows his hot desire as you jump up and down on the bed.

"Is this what I think it is?!" You bring the jar to your lips and taste.

Your body relaxes and your head tilts back, eyes fluttering as it brings a rush of memories.

How did he get the tea to sugar ratio so...so fucking perfect.

You dare not ask who made this tea because it was made right.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you take in all of the context clues.

Bakugou had been going outside every hour or so today. Making some sort of excuse not to leave the dorms today.

Then he holed himself up in the kitchen just before you had turned in for the night.

Lastly his cheeks were red, burning hot and it finally dawns on you that it isn't from his temper.

But from something else.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

"Is...is that enough sugar for you?" Bakugou asks hesitantly, scratching the back of his head.

You laugh aloud wondering if he realizes the double meaning to his words.

"What?! What is so fucking funny? Is it fucking laughable how bad it is?!" He growls standing as you set down your tea as your laughing fit sets in.

Finally you wipe away a stray tear before regaining your composure.

"Oh no. Bakugou it's great. But sugar has another meaning in the south." You giggle again before adding, "Sugar can mean kissing.

Bakugou stares at you for a moment, he watches as you brush you hair behind your hear. He drinks in the blush that burns in your cheeks seep down your throat as you realized what you've just said.

And he breathes in the sweet smell of summer air carried in on the breeze of your open window.

All day while he tended to that sun tea, moving it into direct sunlight he caught wiffs of smells that reminded him of you. Wild flowers, lilies, sunflowers, honeysuckle, all swaying in the wind watching as he worked and every time he opened the top to that tea he would smell that sharp black tea, combated by the sweet smell of sugar.

He slides his hands past your cheeks, wrapping fingers into hair as he pulls your face to his.

Capturing your lips with his own, and like every spar you've had with him you fight to be the winner. Pulling at this bottom lip with your teeth, demanding entrance the he allows but only for his tongue to win in the end.

He kisses you until you become putty in his hands, melting into his touch as your hand grips tightly onto his black skull tee shirt. A moan escapes your lips as he kisses you impossibly sensual and slowly.

He pulls away and you actually whine but he does not move far, pressing his forehead to yours.

He stares at you before a deadly smile crosses his slightly swollen lips. His voice comes out dangerously husky as he says

"Is that enough sugar for you?"

[mypinkchapter]

Recovery & Laughs.

One of the biggest ventures in this journey can now be checked off -- surgery!

Disclaimer: my thoughts for this week on the blog won't have any really great insights, but you might have some laughs with me along the way... embarrassing for me to say because I want Jesus to shine above all & this to fully glorify Him, but I also want to be human with those reading these words & for one day when I look back & share this with Elly, so let me fill in some truths from my last week & let you see how cool Jesus was throughout.

Truth #1: I thought in this time of rest & recovery I would fill my moments in the recliner with lots of reading -- reading my Bible, reading my new Lysa TerKeurst book, reading the novel I checked out from my the library that's been at the top of my "to-read" list... but you know what? I haven't read a single page. It makes me laugh honestly because what I pictured as recovery for myself, basically consisting of lots of leisurely & encouraging reading, has actually been filled with me on medication that has made me so groggy that I've napped, napped, & napped some more. Like drool-worthy, crazy dream naps! Just one more reason the Lord has placed some of the best folks in my path, to share scripture & encouragement with me when I haven't had the ability of sorts to do that for myself. Thank you, sweet Lord, for letting those stand in the gap for me these last several days -- to feed me with truths & encouragement of Your love, mercies, & hope.

Truth #2: I've never had surgery before. Wisdom teeth removal doesn't count to medical professionals, just FYI. So, this girl was an amateur! I remember looking at the sweet anesthesiologist & said, "Are you giving me the good stuff?" & that was all she wrote. Out! I was terrified I would wake up & act like those viral videos you see of folks talking out of their minds, but nope... I woke up feeling refreshed & like I'd had a great nap! Obviously there was soreness, but the surgery itself, should anyone ever have to endure the same kind, it's for sure do-able. Thank you, sweet Lord, for every set of hands that played a part in this. You gifted me with probably two of the kindest surgeons/people I've ever met & their nurses have been nothing short of incredible.

Truth #3: I'll leave this one to be only a short story, which I know won't be short because I don't know how to be short, but it's been comical looking back on... so, when surgery wrapped up & the initial recovery for me upstairs was over, rather than heading to a lovely hospital room to be greeted by my precious husband, parents, & Gran, who would tend to my every tiny need & get me whatever snack, drink, or dinner my heart desired from the greater Jonesboro area, I was wheeled to the basement of the hospital. Y'all, the basement. It makes me crack up all over to remember them telling me they were taking me to the basement; here's why -- the hospital was full. The basement was not a bad area by any means, but it was me & well, like 15 other hospital beds with patients all coming out of surgery. Lined up, side by side, no curtains. Just all of us recovering together, some recovering better than others. So, how you wait on a table at a full restaurant, in your order of arrival, I waited for a hospital room. Now let me say, I was wheeled by the waiting room to see my sweet group of cheerleaders really quickly & them to tell me my preliminary lymph node results were CLEAR (ahhhh! THANK YOU, JESUS!), but that was it -- a 7 second greeting & cheer! Then an over 5 hour wait. No cell phone, no TV, no family. Just me very coherently hanging out with nurses, unable to nap because it was Grand Central Station with folks coming in from surgery constantly, while lying on a very flat ER bed for five hours after undergoing a pretty massive surgery. It was not funny in the moment. Not funny, not funny, not funny! But now, it sort of is... One of our sweet pastors that stayed updated on me throughout the day from Ryan, called him late afternoon while I was still of course in the basement, & he said, "Ahhh, there's no room in the inn." Haha! Thank you, sweet Lord, for the precious ladies that watched over me that afternoon, that stayed hours & hours over their shifts to take care of me & those other patients. Thank you for teaching me patience & humility, even when I wasn't in the most receptive mood. And thank you, Jesus, that I was eventually joined back to my family & had a big, comfy, end room, five hours later.

Truth #4: What should be truth #1, but my husband. Oh my heavens, my husband. I fully believe Ryan Gibson was crafted for me by the Lord himself. He has loved me so good for nine years now, six in marriage, but let me just say: when a woman is diagnosed with breast cancer, so is her husband, her children, her parents, her family, & her friends. My husband in this past month though has been the model man that every woman could ever deserve. I do not deserve him & the love that he has demonstrated; it is purely the love of Jesus in him. Yes, he has cheered me on, encouraged me with truths, shared medical knowledge from his background with me, entertained Elly when I wasn't able to, sat with me while tears fell, & distracted me with lots of laughs, but y'all, until you have been in a similar situation of literally becoming helpless -- my upper body post-surgery has pretty well been useless up until the last day or so -- it has opened up a new realm of love I didn't know existed in marriage. Sure, I've been sick before. I'm pretty positive living through food poisoning with me about did him a few years ago, but cancer & surgery... bless him. I am probably one of the most modest women I've ever known, but that has had to fly out the window with this & that's been really hard for me. Ryan has met that with complete humor & keeping things so light-hearted. So many moments this past week that would bring tears otherwise, tears of pain, tears of embarrassment, tears of unknown, Ryan has met with only the charm he has that is perfectly perfect for me & keeps my tears at bay. Quite simply, thank you, sweet Lord, for your gift of marriage & my precious, selfless helpmate, Ryan.

Truth #5: I have the world's best parents. Elly had a stay-cation with Nana & Pop. She ruled the roost & kept those two busy, busy, busy! They stepped in to love on & 100% take care of our child for the past week. Elly’s world stayed as normal as functionally possible & that was such a relief. We had a FaceTime session every night but she was usually too occupied with Nana & Pop to care much for us. We had to beg for sugars & a “night night” every night! What a blessing that was to be such a seamless process. Thank you, sweet Lord, for demonstrating Your perfect love through my dear parents. Thank you for blessing me with two of the greatest individuals I have ever known, to learn from.

Truth #6: Dr. Dicocco, my surgeon, yesterday at my follow-up appointment asked me, "Do you know everyone in & around Jonesboro?" I laughed & said I didn't think so. She told in the past week she has had countless people tell her thank you for taking such good care of Erin Gibson. Y'all... I've said it so many times & I'll say again, Jesus has purposefully planted every person in & around my path, preparing me for this. I know it, without a shadow of doubt. People to most importantly pray & I would swear that I have some of the most solid prayer warriors that ever were, but people again to encourage us & love on us in very practical ways. We have been fed every single night & even many days at lunchtime. That has meant the world to us & truth be known, there have been days I was living for the yummy food I had coming that night! We have started to receive financial help from fundraisers to make such a huge dent in our medical expenses and that is something we can't thank anyone enough for. We have been so honored in seeing people physically showing their support by wearing pink or Team Erin. We just don't even know how to process it all & it will probably take a long time to do just that, but I will never forget the love shown to us. Thank you, sweet Lord, that you have been so purposeful in my life to create a support system like I could have never dreamed. Thank you, Lord, that so many of those in our lives love You & have demonstrated Your love toward us. I pray that I could love in the same way we have been shown.

I'll end on the the fact that I received the best "grade" & smiley face that I've gotten ever gotten on a report: we learned yesterday that I am officially Stage I! A huge answered prayer! Treatment will continue as planned - 4 tough rounds of chemo for 2 months & 12 lighter rounds of chemo for 3 months - but we are ready for every step to come. I know, because I have asked lots of questions of many knowledgeable folks, that there are some hard & ugly days ahead with chemo, but you know what? There are going to be some great & really fun days ahead too, and I'd bet more of those than the bad or ugly! May Jesus be glorified in every day that is to come for us.

All my love from my pink chapter,  Erin

[abidingingodsgraceministries]

* WOMEN OF STRENGTH *

*~*WOMEN OF STRENGTH! *~*

• Ladies, My Dear Beloved Sisters In Christ, I Share This To Inspire, Uplift, Help, Encourage, Lift Up and To Bring Comfort, Peace, Etc.. For Anyone Who Is Currently In This "Season" [Read Below In It's Entirety], For Who Has Ever Been In This "Season", and For Whoever May Go Through This" Season". To Let Y'all Know That You're NOT Alone and That Someone Understands, Etc..

• This Was Me, Many Many Years Ago ....

• How Many More Of Y'all Can Relate To This, At One Point Or Another In Yall's Lives and Throughout Your Journey, Walk and Relationship With The Lord God Almighty??

[ >> STORY BEGINS BELOW! << ]

>> Okay so this is rather hard for me to admit, you’d think it would get easier the more I was open to people about it. So today is the first official day of me finally opening and reading and studying my Bible, I’m rather ashamed to admit that, but I’m using that to motivate me to keep going with Jesus, I’m not letting the enemy use his tactics against me for evil, I’m using his own tactics against him and owning it, yes I stopped reading my Bible I stopped praying, I stopped trusting in Jesus, but I NEVER stopped believing in Jesus.

I had a conversation with Jesus the other night.. the first time I started a conversation with Him in a while, and it came across my mind something that my mentor said about her walk with the Lord, she said something along the lines of she would ask where God was, when she was distant from Him, and something I used to remind myself of a while ago when I’d become distant, I would ask myself Where did I go?

So as I was talking to Jesus I never said it, but I was thinking it and before I could finish the thought.. He replied, Where did you go, you know I’ve been here waiting for you, I never left you, so where did you go?

At that point I started crying, not because I was angry, or embarrassed or even ashamed, but because He NEVER left me, I left Him.

I took Him off His rightful throne in my Heart and replaced Him with other things, like entertainment, people, things, fleshy and worldly things, people, activities, technologies, hobbies and desires .. BUT.. He never left me, He wasn't and isn’t mad at me, He wasn't and isn’t embarrassed to call me His creation, His daughter, His princess, His child .. and He wasn't and isn’t ashamed of me.

He wasn't and isn't embarrassed.. Nor ashamed.. to Call Me.. HIS!!

He waited for me.. He let me LEARN and find out that I CANNOT live my life without Him, I CANT live my life pushing Him away. He waited patiently for me to return to Him. He loved me through my adventures and journeys through the wilderness and through seasons away from Him, He STILL Loved me .. And ..

He STILL Loves me.

That’s WHY I started crying, because even though I had Idols in my Life, even though I had Turned away from Him and Strayed away and pushed Him away, He was patient and He was loving.

He has renewed me, and is working on and in me. He will Never leave me, forsake Nor abandon me, even if I walk away for a time.

So right now my Prayer for myself is that I won’t EVER walk away.. Nor stray away from Him EVER again; that each and every single day.. My King, my Lord, my Savior, my Father in Heaven.. will give me a renewed heart, and mind, a heart that’s on fire for Him and passionate to Serve Him and His Children.

[[ >> END OF STORY | KEEP READING ON and IN IT'S ENTIRETY, FOR THE WHOLE MESSAGE and POINT :) << ]]

• I Open Up To Y'all and Make Myself Vulnerable, Transparent, Exposed, Humbling Myself, Opening Up and Putting Myself Out There, Etc.. Sharing With Y'all, My Most Deepest, Darkest, Brightest, Ugliest, Hardest, Personal and Intimate.. Moments, Times, Secrets, Events, Failures, Victories, Struggles and Battles. Etc.. In and Throughout My Life .. Opening Up, Putting Myself Out There.. Inviting Y'all In and Sharing Myself [personally, intimately and vulnerably] With Y'all, In A Way That I've Avoided and Never Done Before In My Life.

• But GOD Y'all!

• CHRIST changes you and takes you out of your comfort zones, out of your personal space, out of your boundaries and limits and holdbacks, etc..

• The Lord God Almighty, took me wayyyyy outta mine and moved me to open up and share.

• SO, I SHARE MY OWN PERSONAL— trials, tribulations, mistakes, failures, battles, testimonies, shortcomings, lessons learned, obstacles, errors, struggles, fears and My Journey .. My Walk .. My Story .. My Life, Etc.. With All Y'all .. To Help Others Realize That Their NOT Alone, That I Understand and Can Relate and To Truly Help Them, To Support Them and Be A Shining Light, That I've Been There Done That, That It's OK and That It's All Gonna Be OK.

• That NO Matter What.. The Lord God Almighty Loves You and Wants To Forgive You, Help You and Have You Come Back To HIM <3

• So, Even Though This "Season" [Story] Was Many Years and Moons Ago (lol) For Me, The CORE MESSAGE Is STILL THE SAME TODAY and APPLICABLE .. As It Was ALL Those Many Years Ago, and That's the reason I’m posting this, because I’m hoping it will help someone else who has become lukewarm, and as a type of baptism of your will, to declare publicly that I am a sinner, a prodigal daughter, that I am a new creation in Christ Jesus (Yeshua Hamashiach), my King of kings and my Lord of lords, I am professing a new faith, a new heart.

• IF, You made it this far, God Bless Y'all! Jesus (Yeshua Hamashiach) Loves Y'all!

• Also one last thing, I was with my flock of 100 and I strayed away, He came looking for me leaving the rest of the 99 to bring me back to Him… and He will do the same for YOU!

Love Y'all All Always and God Bless Y'all,

<3 AIGGM

— Pastor Blackburn

Abiding In God's Grace©Ministries

[min-hyyun]

God’s Punishment

summary: seeing a little brown and white kitten meowing outside your door at four in the morning isn’t exactly what you’d call an ideal all-nighter. but when receiving the kitten turns into something else, you just end up realizing that you’re in for one heck of a month.

genre: fluff n tiny angst

a/n: i love animals n everyong (i didn’t mean for this to be so long lmao srry) ((maybe an alt angst ending if y'all want???))

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→ okay so basically, you’re in love with kittens. → and receiving one at four in the morning on a tuesday night was a very nice surprise. → especially when you’ve been drowning in work and stress that won’t stop → so let’s elaborate on this fine night. → you had just come home from the usual late night at work, and was literally about to pass out from the fatigue. → it was 3:30 am and you knew that there was no way you’d be able to make it to your room without tripping all over yourself. → so you settled for the couch that had the tv and kitchen near it. → you opened the front door, and threw your shoes off your aching feet. → “oh my god… i’m so tired.” you whined, simply moving towards the couch and falling face first into the maroon cushions. → you almost cried from the amount of pain your body was in. → you hated life the most right now. → so once you had fallen onto the couch, not bothering to even change into proper clothes are take off your make up, you were pretty much almost asleep. → that was, until there was a burst of thunder and rain started to pour down heavily. → the drops hit the windows hard, making loud noises that immediately startled you from your much needed slumber.  → you jolted up, eyes wide and mind jumbled. → you calmed down after seeing the situation outside, and got up to get a cup of cold water, getting ready to pull an all-nighter to finish your studies and extra work. → “god.. i’ll never be able to sleep if this is what’s gonna happen.” you complained, finishing your second cold glass of water. → it seemed that there was always something that stopped you from resting. → you dragged yourself to your room, grabbed the essentials needed for the night, and unhappily sat down in front of the coffee table that you very much wanted to smash. → you took out all of your work, and began to do the things you wished didn’t existed. → about 20 minutes into the session, you heard a quiet sound coming from your door. → it almost sounded like scratching. → you paused in your movements, and turned to look at the door → what the heck… → to say that you were scared was an understatement. → yOU WERE TERRIFIED ! → there it was again. → the weird, but decipherable sound that was extremely similar to someone scratching hard at the wood on your door. → grabbing the object closest to you, which happened to be a hard-cover book, you slowly stood up and tip-toed towards the entrance. → in the heat of the moment, you swung open the door, holding the book in front of your face and closing your eyes. → that was when you heard a faint meow. → wHAT THE HECKADOODLE ! → your eyes turned big, upon noticing a small, brown and white kitten who simply stared up at you with its big brown orbs, meowing once again. → “what the…” you whispered. → why was there a kitten sitting outside of your door at four am on a tuesday night meowing??????? → you bent down and hesitantly stuck your hand out to the cat, letting it lick your finger once. → this was all so weird. → “hey little guy, what are you doing out here?” as you said this, you gently thrusted your hands towards the harmless kitten. → it slowly climbed onto your hands, walked in a couple circles, and finally settled into the centre of your palms. → it nuzzled its head into the crook of your thumb, and quietly purred. → yOUR HEART ! → this cat was so cute. → it made you feel calm. → you stood up, the kitten still curled up in your palms, and looked to both sides of the hallway in the apartment building. → all the lights were off, and there was no sign of recent activity that could’ve happened. → shaking your head, you walked back inside to your apartment and quietly shut the door with your foot. → the kitten was asleep, but was awakened by the sound of the door shutting harder than you had intended. → “oops.” you smiled sheepishly down at the kitten, who had now uncurled from its position and stood up on all four legs. → you moved towards the couch again, where all your previous work healing-unicorn. → the cat meowed again, and jumped onto the sofa from your hand as soon as you got close enough. → it continued to walk around on the cushions, before looking at you again and purring. → “so…” you started, rubbing a pillow and cuddling into it. → “how did you get here?” → all it did was come towards you, use its little teeth and bite the sleeve of your sweater that was laying on a small sliver of the couch, and pull towards the other end of it. → “huh? what do you want?” → the kitten continued to pull so you complied and moved, laying your full body onto the surface. → the kitten meowed the loudest you ever heard, since it’s presence showed itself to you. → you smiled and giggled at the cuteness, letting your much-needed sleep come over you, as well as the furball who decided to cuddle between your arm and body. → okay so fast forward to the next morning. → instead of waking up on the couch you ended up on the floor. → your back ached from being against the hardwood for the majority of the night. → you sat up, mind still cloudy but slowly coming back together. → as soon as you realized that you were awake completely, you looked beside you to the couch. → well, you could only turn your head so far, until you knocked your forehead into something hard. → “ouch! what the..?” → oH MY LORD ! → THERE WAS A BOY SLEEPING ON YOUR COUCH ! → AND HE WAS SHIRTLESS ! → your eyes widened, and you shouted. → “WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT?” → the loudness of your voice woke him up, and once he laid his eyes on you, he moved back in shock. → but after a couple seconds, the shock disappeared and he gave you a slight grin. → “uh.. hi. im seongwoo..?” → you were still scared for your life LOL. → you stood up, hands trembling from the scare. → he stood up as well, and you clearly saw his defined abs. → you instantly blushed, turning away so that he didn’t see your face turn beet red. → he must’ve been embarrassed too, because he grabbed the nearby pillow laying on the couch. → “im sorry! uh, this is a little bit awkward, huh?” → a littLE BIT ????? → THIS IS VERY AWKWARD !! → “what are you doing in my apartment? i dont remember knowing a ‘seongwoo’.” you turned back around and glared at him intensely. → “you see…” he started, scratching the back of his neck, “i may or may not have been the kitten that you took in yesterday.” → you gave him a confused looked that for sure, told him he was crazy. → “believe it or don’t. all i know, is that i’m stuck with you until god decides that this punishment’s over and i can go back up to heaven.” → you gave him a suspicious look, and eyed him up and down. → he didn’t seem harmful, but there could’ve been something bad under that so-called “innocence”. → “sit, and explain everything to me in detail.” → a good hour passed by, and you now had full knowledge of seongwoo and why he was here. → so to quickly break it all down. → seongwoo’s an angel who takes care of cats. → he did something bad in heaven (by bad he means that he accidentally dropped a cat and broke its neck oOF). → so to serve time in return for hurting the kitten, he has to live on earth as your kitten/pet for a month before going back. → during the day, he’s human but at exactly 7:00 pm, he turns back into a kitten. → for the first few days, he dreaded life with you. → he was quite energetic and wanted to do a lot of stuff. → but because you were always so busy, coming home late at night and always working during the day, he hated not being able to do anything. → especially when he couldn’t go out. → a factor god put on him, was that he was basically tied to your apartment.

→ the poor guy was forbidden to leave, and seongwoo always complained about that.

→ after a couple weeks passed by, he was content and didn’t really complain or whine anymore. → you bought him stuff to do or play with so that he wouldnt be so bored all the time while you were gone. → on days that you were home, he was so happy. → interacting with someone else other than in a game was something he needed. → somehow during all of this, you managed to fall in love with him. → even though it seemed silly. → being with him throughout that one month made you happier than expected, and you came to love his craziness that you thought was cute. → not to mention the adorableness coming form him when he was a kitten. → but as the end of the month came around, seongwoo seemed to be getting more distant and cold towards you. → he always complained or was rude when you talked to him, and didn’t interact with you as much. → and when he was in cat form, instead of cuddling into your arm like usual, he slept somewhere else away from you. → you were getting sad and confused at his actions, because where did the old seongwoo go ???? → on the very last day of his punishment, you confronted him as he was getting a book to read from your shelf. → “seongwoo,” you grabbed his arm and turned him around. → he looked at you, surprised, but then furrowed his eyebrows. → “what you do want, Y/N?” → his tone was harsh, and your heart broke a little. → “why are you acting like this? i thought everything was going well between us?” → he ripped his arm out of your grasp, staring at your hand that was just resting on his a second ago. → “nothing’s wrong…” he grumbled, and stared at him. → “seongwoo, you’ve become so distant and moody. there’s definitely something wrong, just tell me.” → suddenly, he threw his arms up in the air, and shouted. → “i like you, okay!? and i dont want to go back to heaven…” → there are no words to describe the shock you felt after he said that. → “…what?” → he continued with a frustrated expression. → “i like you a lot. but i’m leaving you, literally tomorrow. do you know how much that hurts me? to leave someone you like who probably doesn’t even like you back in the first place?! my heart hurts, and its been hurting for a while now! i dont even know how i fell for you, maybe it’s because you smell really ni-“ → you cut off his rambling with a tight hug. → you smiled through the fabric of the sweater he was wearing. → “stop talking, and just hug me back.” → you could feel seongwoo tense up, but slowly put his arms around your smaller frame. → “Y/N.. why are you hugging me?” → your rolled your eyes, smile getting wider. → “you’re such a dummy sometimes. i like you too.” → he sucked in a breath, before tightening his hug. → “really? thats great to hear.” → but the moment didn’t last very long, because he pulled back from the hug with a frown on his lips. → “but, im still leaving tomorrow. us confessing doesn’t change anything.” → you looked down at your feet, grabbing his hands. → “well, i guess we have to make the best of it.” → it was only 4:00 pm, so you still had time to spare and do stuff as human-to-human, rather than human-to-kitten. → of course, you both cuddled and fed each other small marshmallows. → basically you guys just did really cute stuff until 7:00, when seongwoo changed back into a kitten. → it was just around the time you would usually go to sleep, and seongwoo was already resting on the couch as you got ready for bed. → you stared hard into the mirror, tears slowly flowing out of your eyes. → “i don’t want him to go..” you told yourself. → despite your silent protests, there was nothing you could do. → you fell asleep next to the kitten with a frown on your lips. → the next morning, you woke up to strong arms around your waist. → sEONGWOO WAS SPOONING YOU !!!!! → your cheeks immediately heated up, but went away as you remembered what today was. → the day he leaves. → you got up from his grasp, and left for the kitchen. → “seongwoo!” you call out. → he groaned in response, and you smiled sadly, “do you know how you’re leaving?” → you heard a faint grumble and a “no”, taking that as a sign to drop the topic. → as you walked by, you noticed the weather outside begin to get darker and windier. → it was quite nice the whole month, so this abrupt change startled you and seongwoo. → suddenly, rain poured down so hard, you felt the floor shake. → “seongwoo..? whats going on?” you asked, beginning to get scared. → he took a deep breath, opening the window in your living room. → “they’re here to take me back.” → grabbing his arm and pulling him in a tight bear hug, you looked up at him with an unreadable expression . → you weren’t ready for him to go so soon. → and then, just as you thought the winds would take him away, a small, yellow note flew through your windows and landed gracefully onto the floor. → you left seongwoo’s arms, and slowly picked it up. → “theres always an unspoken rule: if you want to become fully human again, draw a black circle on your wrist and blow.” → your eyes widened, so did his. → you stared at each other, no words spoken between you two. → by now, the rain and winds were gone and replaced with a beautiful sunshine. → seongwoo wasted no time in grabbing the black marker that sat on your table, drawing a perfect circle and blowing. → as he blew, the circle slowly disappeared, and the word “human”, bolded in black appeared right after. → everything was silent. → “seongwoo,” you said softly, “are you human now?” → “i think so…” he replied, brows furrowed. → “i just dont understand, why would he let me do this?” → as though someone was there right beside the both of you, there was a whisper. → “you deserve it, seongwoo. love her well, and dont lose her.” → a bright smile replaced the confusion on your face, and you turned to seongwoo, giving him the biggest hug. → “don’t leave me now, seongwoo.” → he laughed, returning the bear hug “i wouldnt dream of it.”

[blackwatchbastard]

Rapt

Rating: E Chapter(s): 1/1 Relationship(s): Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison Warnings: Sexual Content (PWP) Words: 4,104 Additional Tags: Fluffy Smut, (VERY) Light Dom/sub, Enthusiastic Consent, Praise Kink, Orgasm Delay, Teasing, Handjob, Blowjob, Biting, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Softer Than It Looks, GOOD LORD I’M FEELING EMBARRASSED ALL OVER AGAIN BY THESE TAGS SAVE ME Summary: Time apart is awful but reunions are oh-so-good. A/N: OKAY. So this probably looks fairly familiar to anyone who found me on ao3 first but!! It’s been officially over 3 months since I posted this and it is both something I’m still super proud of and vaguely sentimental about and I’m having a rough week with making words so I thought I’d toss it here to remind myself I am capable of writing stuff I really love. I was So Nervous when I posted it initially but I’m so glad I did. (ao3)

“Jack, remember how it was in SEP? Wrestling you against the wall and fucking you like your life depended on it? Moaning into your fist because we couldn’t have anyone hearing Captain Morrison getting his rewards.” A breathy laugh. Jack bit his knuckle. “You want it like that again? Want me to pin you down and make it hard to walk? Boss around the mighty Strike-Commander? Make him beg for it, tell me how much he needs me?” Gabriel laughed again, this one fuller, and there was the sound of something moving across the desk. “I love you so damn much, you know that you kinky fucker?” Jack nodded, even if he couldn’t see. “I know. You'd be a mess if I could do worse than this.” Another unseen nod in reply. Gabriel laughed again, like he knew. “I’ll be home soon, babe. Get some sleep. I’ll do whatever you need.”

It was just a short message, just teasing, but he kept it. Somehow, it made time apart feel a little easier. Even if just for the moment.

His video screen binged, startling him, and Jack rapidly ripped out his ear buds before even registering the name on the call. Blackwatch Commander G. Reyes. Exhaling shakily, Jack accepted the call.

Gabriel’s face popped up on the screen, bags under his eyes and airport backdrop not even enough to stop the grin he broke into when he saw Jack’s face. Sappy and disgusting really. Jack loved it.

“Nice neck pillow, dork.”

Gabriel narrowed his eyes and poked at the hot pink monstrosity he was resting on. “It was Hello Kitty or that fucking frog. Obvious choice.”

“Japanese airports are fun.”

Gabriel laughed and rummaged for something out of view before holding up a coffee cup printed with cherry blossom branches. “You’re telling me. No other beverage back home is ever gonna compare, Jack. It tastes like heaven, chocolate, and flowers.”

“How long till your flight? Can probably sneak a few more in.”

Gabriel laughed. “3 hours. Not many. But my ass is fucking ready to be home and we still have to go through Hawaii.”

“Poor baby.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Not like I have time to do anything there but hope there’s an L&L without a line and sprint to my next flight.”

“I know.” Jack offered up a sympathetic little frown.

Gabriel stifled a yawn. “You getting me from the airport or do I have to kick in your office door to see my husband?”

“I got three days off. I'm all yours.”

“Shit, really?” Jack beamed at him. “You must have really missed my ass.”

“Other parts of you too.”

Gabriel laughed and it was warm and homey. Jack slumped on his elbows against his desk, just watching him. Gabriel raised a brow.

“How much?”

“Hmm?”

“How much do you miss me?”

Jack laughed. Toyed with the ear buds on his desk. “Was just… listening to your message.”

“Again?”

Jack shrugged. “Hey, it’s just a recording my spouse sent me. Nothing questionable there.”

Gabriel laughed. “You’re horny as shit right now. I knew I saw that look somewhere.” Jack made a face. “It hasn't even been that long, babe. That’s weak.”

“Shut up, you’ve got shit to distract you. I’ve just got,” Jack motioned to his office behind him, “this crap.”

“Man, I’m just fucking with you. I spent the other night staring at that last picture you sent me like a lovesick teenager.”

“My goddamn coffee selfie?”

“Didn’t say I was doing anything, did I? Pervert.”

Jack laughed. “I could send you something better.” he offered. Gabriel waved him off rapidly.

“No, fuck off. I have like a day’s worth of plane rides and the last thing I need is an awkward boner.”

“Airports in hard mode.”

Gabriel poked a finger at the screen. “No.” Jack shot him a sulky look but relented, letting it drop.

“You should try to sleep some, Gabe. My lunch is almost over anyway.”

Gabriel nodded and settled back in his seat some, pink neck pillow puffing up around his head. “Yeah.” he said, “I’ll see you, uh, tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

Gabriel laughed and reached to turn off the feed. “Love you too, jackass.” He paused. “Oh, hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Be good and wait for me, alright? I've got plans.”

Jack let out a weak laugh as Gabriel grinned and ended the call. He stared at the blank screen for a moment before slowly burying his face in his hands.

“Fuck.”

He was going to have to extend his lunch to listen to that recording one more time… Maybe dig out one of the other files he had.

At the airport there was a tradition to keep so Jack made sure to park and go in to wait for Gabriel and Jesse to haul themselves out of baggage claim. As they rounded the corner Jack cut into a run and Gabriel, spotting him, shoved the coffee cup in his hand at Jesse and held his arms out.

Incidentally, the only thing really capable of catching a super soldier with ease is another super soldier. Jack dove into his arms, Gabriel spinning and staggering to keep balance, and they both laughed. Somewhere, someone was probably snapping pictures. Plain clothes made it harder for people to easily ID them as Strike-Commander Morrison and Commander Reyes but there was always the odd outlier. Not that it mattered anymore; getting hitched didn’t even end the rumors about either of them.

“There’s my lucky charm.” Gabriel laughed, beaming up at him. Jack grinned back and butted their foreheads together lightly.

Warm brown eyes. Like home–they felt just like home. Jack brought his hands up to cup Gabriel’s face.

“And there’s my sunshine.” he said, ducking in for a kiss. Gabriel let out a soft ‘mm’ and pressed in closer, fingers digging into Jack’s thighs.

Behind them, Jesse coughed awkwardly and took a draw off Gabriel’s latte. “Y'all wanna take me home or what? Should I get a cab..?”

They broke apart, both laughing, and Gabriel set Jack down on his feet again.

“Kid’s crabby because he didn’t believe me when I told him Hawaiian barbecue is better than Southern.” Gabriel explained. Jesse shot him a dirty look and drained the rest of his latte in protest.

“C'mon, L&L was the shit, wasn’t it?”

“It was okay.” Jesse punctuated his words by chucking the empty cup into a bin next to them.

Jack snorted. “Sacrilege.”

They headed for the car, Jack glued himself to Gabriel’s side the whole way. Not that he was getting any complaints in return. Instead Gabriel’s arm ended up around his waist, hand gripping his hip. They only parted when it came time to pack up luggage and climb into the car and as soon as Jack had his hand on the shifter Gabriel’s was over it, lacing their fingers together. From the back seat, Jesse scoffed.

“Problem back there?” Jack asked, peeking in the rear view mirror. Jesse grinned back at him.

“Man, you have no idea what kinda shitty mood he’s been in. Shoulda known it was cause he missed you.”

Gabriel cut his eyes toward Jesse. Jack laughed, squeezing at his hand.

“Hey, bet he did better than me. I can’t sleep for shit with all that space in bed.”

“Get a body pillow and wrap a hoodie around it. Prolly do the trick with how boss sleeps like a goddamn log.”

Jack laughed and Gabriel jerked his head around to glare at Jesse, who just grinned at him. “Little cuddlier than a log, if you get him in the right mood.” Jack replied. Jesse waved him off.

“Spare me. He lives for being the big spoon, I bet.”

“Fuck that, little spoon is the bomb.” Gabriel chimed in then, brow furrowed. “You feel all safe and shit.”

Jesse laughed and flopped over in the back seat, holding his hat to his head. Gabriel chuckled along with him, hand squeezing at Jack's, and settled back in his seat.

“Just goes to show, kiddo,” Gabriel hummed, “there's a lot you think you know about me.”

Jesse sat up, still fighting laughter, and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said, “and there's a lot I just don't wanna know.”

That got a chuckle out of Jack. “For the best.”

They dropped Jesse off and headed home, something spent largely in contented silence, and it was only once they started to near their stop that either spoke.

Gabriel broke the silence first. “So, pizza and romance movies tonight?” He was teasing. Jack squeezed at his fingers. “Wear those ugly ass sweatpants and fall asleep on the couch like an old couple?”

“No, no fuck that.” Jack shot him a glare. “I'm so goddamn horny, Gabe.” Gabriel laughed. “I know you're probably jet-lagged to hell but you don't get to tease me for the whole mission and then pizza and sweatpants me your first night back.”

Gabriel grinned at him, hint of a chuckle still on his voice. “Fine, fine. Don't get all prissy with me, princess.” he said, “Lucky for you I slept for about 95% of the plane ride. Just take it easy on me and I'll take care of you.”

Jack raised their hands off the center console and pressed Gabriel's knuckles to his lips. “Whatever you need.” he murmured.

“Fucking sap. Gross.” Gabriel swatted his arm but, when Jack stole a glance, he was grinning wider than ever.

The second they were in the apartment, door barely closed and locked, they were all over each other. Gabriel kissed him hard, pressing him into the entry way wall and putting the taste of copper in his mouth. He broke away slowly, biting Jack's lower lip and pulling it back with him. He released it and grinned at Jack's dazed expression.

“How do you wanna do this?”

Jack slumped against the wall. Thought a moment.

“You feel like being boss?”

Gabriel laughed and reached out, grabbing a handful of Jack's hair and dragging him closer. “You going to be good or bad?” he asked.

“Told you in the car; whatever you need.”

“Then you better be my Golden Boy.”

Gabriel laughed, low and soft, and kissed him again. This one slower, more heated. His free hand snaked around his waist, pulling him in flush to his body. He rutted up against Jack, pushing him into the wall and pressing his thigh between his legs. Jack whined as Gabriel broke the kiss, stepping back suddenly.

“Get undressed.”

He moved across the room then, yanking his belt off along the way and taking a seat in one of the living room chairs. Jack watched a moment, eyes trailing over his back and hips, before swiftly moving to yank his shirt over his head. He made it all the way out of his pants before Gabriel whistled for his attention and beckoned him closer.

Jack moved across the room and knelt at his feet, hands tentatively on Gabriel’s spread knees, and looked up at him awaiting direction. For a moment Gabriel seemed to simply be admiring the sight; he probably looked a disaster with a bitten lower lip and mussed hair. One of his feet shifted, toe of his boot nudging between Jack’s knees for a better look at the beginnings of the erection straining in his boxers. Gabriel laughed and rubbed a hand over his beard.

“You’re so easy.”

“For you.”

“That’s right. Because whose the boss of the great Strike-Commander Morrison?”

“My Gabriel.”

Wrong answer. But that was just part of the game. Gabriel let out a low chuckle and leaned forward, taking a hold of Jack’s chin.

“No,” he said, “you’re mine.”

Jack leaned forward reflexively, eyes on Gabriel’s lips, and felt himself get nudged back swiftly as Gabriel sat back in his chair again.

“Ah ah, not unless I say you can.”

“Please, Gabe.” Jack squeezed at Gabriel’s knees, risking the delicate balance that had him allowed to touch there even. “I need you.”

Gabriel tutted. “You’re impatient today.”

There was something in his tone that sounded only fond, not the acted disapproval, and somehow it was even more of a temptation. Tentatively, Jack slid his hands up to rest on Gabriel’s thighs. Blessedly, he still met no resistance to the gesture.

“I’ll do anything.” he said, kneading at the muscular flesh under his jeans. Groveling, his chin tucked against his chest. “Please. Just tell me what to do.”

When he looked back up he felt a small thrill of victory at the look on Gabriel’s face. He could barely hold the scene together, rolling his lower lip between his teeth and fingers digging into the arms of his chair. Jack made eye contact, best sullen look on, and fought the urge to smile when Gabriel’s breath hitched in his chest.

“Fuck me...”

“Was that a command or just a comment?”

“Come here.”

Gabriel reached down and took hold of Jack’s face, pulling him up into a rough kiss. They broke for air and instantly there were teeth digging into his shoulder, blunt nails trailing over his back. He whined and fought the urge to move his hands.

“Show me how much you missed me.” Gabriel breathed against his neck before releasing him.

Jack sank back down to his knees and his hands shot for Gabriel’s fly. Undid it and hooked his fingers through Gabriel’s belt loops, yanking them down just a bit with some more gracious aid from their wearer lifting up off his ass in his seat. Freed an already notable erection and cut his eyes up to look at Gabriel.

“I’m easy?”

“You having trouble getting into character, Jackass? Or are we playing something else?” Gabriel quipped. Jack laughed and shook his head. “Mmhm. Be a good boy, now.” He reached out and grabbed a handful of Jack’s hair, pulling him closer.

Jack settled in between his legs comfortably, taking hold of his cock and thumbing the tip. Given freedom, he let his other hand wander up from Gabriel’s thigh to slide under his shirt and dig his fingers into the firm skin there. Gabriel hummed in the back of this throat, contented, and slacked his hold on Jack’s hair without completely releasing it.

“You’re so perfect. What’d I do to deserve someone like you?” Jack asked. He glanced up at Gabriel, rolling his thumb over the pre-cum on the tip of his cock and was met with one of his favorite faces; that half-lidded attempt at focus, chewing the inside of his lip. He was doing good.

“Well,” Gabriel’s grip on his hair tightened again. “Certainly wasn’t running your damn mouth.”

Jack leaned down, hand sliding down the length of Gabriel’s cock, and took the tip in his mouth. Rolled his tongue over it, still daring to tease, and was met with a sharp yank on his hair. Too far, too long. He didn’t particularly intend to he disobedient, after all, just a little return favor for all that sweatpants thing. Moving, he gave a few solid strokes before lowering his head near the base and running his tongue up the underside. He shifted his other hand around to squeeze between the chair cushion and Gabriel’s ass, kneading at it. He had some praising remarks for it, if he remembered when he could use his mouth again.

Gabriel’s grip on his hair loosened, shifting to a gentle stroke, and Jack took the tip of his cock back into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over it a few times, fairing well enough to earn a pleased little grumble, before taking the whole length into his mouth. His other hand, now freed, grabbed greedily at Gabriel’s shirt and pushed it up as he raised up straighter and languished up and down his cock a few times, proved his mouth good for more than just talking shit.

“That’s my good Golden Boy.” he heard Gabriel mumble, feeling his fingers carding awkwardly through his hair. Oh there it was; he loved getting the nicknames out. That was always a good sign.

He sped his machinations, fumbling briefly before finding a reasonable pace, and felt Gabriel’s hand slide to cup the back of his neck. The hand on Gabriel’s chest slid up as far as he could do comfortably and found a firm pec to squeeze at, thumb grazing over the hard nipple and causing a soft popping noise to his left–-Gabriel’s fingers digging into the arm of the chair.

It didn’t take long in the daze before he felt Gabriel shudder, hand moving to grab his hair again and yanking to signal he was close. He pressed on gladly, until Gabriel’s hips bucked up towards him and his mouth filled with salt and warmth. He rode out the tremors, swallowing hard, and when he finally pulled back his lips were hot and wet-–a lewd sting of saliva and cum following them from Gabriel’s cock. Gabriel reached out and broke it, taking his chin and running his thumb over his slick lower lip.

“Good boy.”

Jack smiled and moved, laying his cheek against Gabriel's thigh and sliding his hands back down to rest on the backs of his calves. He felt Gabriel shift, momentarily jostling him, as he tucked himself back into his jeans and yanked his shirt back down.

“Got a little handsy, though.”

“You're just so perfect, I can't help myself.” Jack mumbled.

Gabriel scooped his hand under his cheek, lifting him up and sliding to hold his chin. He guided Jack up, smirking when his hands uselessly grabbed at his knees, and into a kiss. Long, slow, heated. Jack melted against it, fingers kneading at Gabriel's thighs.

“You want your prize?” he asked against Jack's mouth, voice low. Jack nodded. “I suppose you deserve a little something...” He pushed Jack backwards and down toward the floor, fingers planted on the center of his chest. Jack slumped, pliable.

There was a small pause, Gabriel poised over him. He raised a brow. Jack mimicked the expression, confused.

“Check in?”

“I'm good.” Rock hard, melting into the floor, lips raw. Good was the smallest way to put things.

“You sure?”

“Virgin-Mary-Jesus-Christ, Gabriel Reyes! Yes!”

Gabriel laughed. That ugly snort-started thing he did when something surprised him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jack's forehead. “Okay, okay. So punishment? Input?”

“Whatever you're up to. Just touch me, goddamn.” Jack hummed.

Gabriel pulled back, looking thoughtful a moment, then grinned at him. “Done.”

He moved his hand then, flattening it onto Jack's chest before sliding it down the plane of his torso. Over hard muscle and wiry hair till it found the damp cotton of his boxers. Seamlessly, he hooked his fingertips under the band and pulled, dragging them down in one fluid motion.

“Since you were so good,” he drawled, “I think you earned some special treatment.”

He gathered Jack's hands over his head, one hand on his wrists, and wrapped his other around his cock. He picked up a rhythm easily, finding him already so needy. Jack pressed up against his hand, desperate for more friction, more attention, and chewed his sore lip. Eyes watching Gabriel's, fingers flexing in their hold.

“So easy...”

“Just for you.” Jack managed to hiss, voice hoarse. Gabriel laughed, squeezing just a little tighter in his strokes, and made him gasp for air at the end.

“You're so good for me.” he drawled, leaning in and pressing his forehead to Jack's shoulder. “You're so good.”

And already so close. Jack squirmed under him, bucking his hips, and felt Gabriel's pace slow. He whined as he felt his hand still then retreat entirely, leaving him teetering on the edge.

“Gabe--”

“But you have trouble listening sometimes.”

His tone sent a shiver down Jack's whole body, eyes widening. Gabriel gave a low, rumbling laugh and sank his teeth into the meatiest part of Jack's shoulder. Hard but not enough to bleed or bruise. Jack gasped, hands straining against the hold on his wrists, and leaned toward the sensation. Gabriel moved up his neck and bit down again, teeth scraping over his pulse, and Jack's breath caught in his chest.

Sometimes, even punishment felt like a reward.

Gabriel stilled for a moment, breath hot on his neck, and cupped a hand along his jawline. Traced over the cut angles with his fingers, trailing down to his chin and holding it lazily. He shifted, seating himself on Jack’s thighs, and leaned back some-–spine popping softly when he arched his back in.

“I could just leave you like this. Nothing you could do about it; not if you’re being good, anyway.” He set his hands on Jack’s stomach and rolled them up, over his chest, then back down to stop just before where he was most needed. Jack tried to fight through the haze to say something coherent but all that came out was a low groan. “You’d deserve that.”

Gabriel leaned down again, hands sliding up his chest and over his neck, cupping either side of his face. Kissed him in the softest way imaginable.

“I’m sorry.” Jack managed to grit out, hands still over his head where they’d been left, fingers flexing.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

Jack nodded, teeth clenched, and Gabriel took him in his hand. Eased him back into the same pace from before, free hand sliding over the plane of his stomach soothingly. It only took moments before Jack crashed, arching into the sensation even with Gabriel weighing down the bulk of his lower body.

Trembling, toe curling perfection. Gabriel guided him through, stopping as his body slacked back into the floor, and chuckled faintly as a breathy string of profanity left his mouth at the end.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Kiss yours too.”

Gabriel laughed again and grabbed Jack’s shirt off the floor next to them, wiping the mess off his chest before rubbing his hands over his stomach again. The skin prickled, overly sensitive in the afterglow.

“How’d I do?”

Jack laughed weakly. “Want me to write up a review for you?” he put on a faux authority voice, “Meets expectations in dirty talk and power dynamics, exceeds in skillfulness with hands.”

That ugly snort-laugh again. Gabriel leaned in and butted his forehead against Jack’s. “I missed you, Jackass.”

“I missed you too.” Jack hummed, reaching out and affectionately scratching at Gabriel’s chin. “So, is it your turn to get bullied now?”

Gabriel groaned, slumping dramatically sideways onto the floor at that. “No, let me sleep, Jack.” He rolled onto his side, sulking pitifully, and Jack laughed as he squirmed back into his boxers. “Skip me to aftercare where you tell me I’m pretty and rub my scalp.”

Sitting up, Jack leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You have to change before you can sleep.” he remarked.

Gabriel poked a finger at him. “I got. My belt off. And I got you off. You take my damn boots off for me.”

“Thought we weren’t in scene anymore.” Jack teased. Gabriel waved him off.

“Yeah, no. This is just your whiny husband telling you he’ll sleep on the floor if you don’t help.”

Jack rolled his eyes but smiled down at him affectionately, moving to yank Gabriel’s boots off. Gabriel shifted this way and that, only vaguely helpful as Jack pulled off his hoodie and shirt for him before moving to prying him out of his jeans. Job complete, he patted at Gabriel’s stomach.

“Crawl your ass into bed, you giant baby.“ Gabriel complied, making a show of getting to his feet and trailing toward the bedroom. Jack shook his head, watching after him. "You want big spoon or little spoon?”

Gabriel scoffed, then promptly had to stifle a yawn. “You kidding? Little spoon is my fucking jam. If you’re willing to give it up since you technically have dibs.”

Jack chuckled and hauled himself go his feet. “Eh, I told you before. Whatever you need, Gabe.”

“Gabe also needs a back rub and pancakes in the morning.”

“Gabe shouldn’t push his luck.”

He laughed and reached out, beckoning Jack closer. When he stepped into his space, Gabriel nuzzled a kiss into his cheek dramatically.

“Alright,” he hummed, lips muffled on Jack’s skin, “that’s fair.”

Jack grinned and slung his arm around Gabriel’s waist, towing him the rest of the way to bed. He went gladly, stumbling awkwardly in his growing drowsiness.

“Maybe we’ll revisit pancakes tomorrow.”

Gabriel laughed and pressed against his shoulder. “You’re too good to me.”

“Hey,” Jack shot him a grin, “just returning the favor.”

'cause i never believed there was a heaven 'til i found you and i never prayed like the church always told me to but now you can count on me to get on my knees for you (X)

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The Hoe Bro's first meetup!

Thursday was the day the hoe bro's (Admin Gilfairy and Jaefairy) finally met up!! We laughed, we cried (Jae: We didn’t cry) , we had a lit ass time!! So here's the recap for those of you that care or were interested 😊😊

We met up on the train (Jae's a cutie btw) and instantly headed towards our first destination. (Jae: More like I told Gil to meet me on the last car of the train and I bum rushed him. and not cute >//>) I've been craving Boba tea since forever and there just so happened to be a Kung Fu Tea, one of the best boba places ever, in the general vicinity of where we going. (Jae: He was so excited. )

So we head there and Jae takes his sweet ass time trying to figure out what he wanted (Jae: Hoe, fight me.) and after ages he gets a Winter Melon green tea with boba and aloe jelly and I decided to try something new and got Taro Green Tea with just boba (it was delicious btw) (Jae: Mines tasted refreshing. ) We sat down to drink and happened to spot jyp and yg having a convo on how to beat sm right behind us 😂😂 (Jae: IT WASN’T REALLY THEM, SHUT UP LMAO.) We finish our drinks and head to our next destination; Korean BBQ. But on the way I spot a Vivi's Tea (another awesome boba place) so we stop there, the cashier was hella cute, I didn't get a drink but Jae did and we continued onward. (Jae: Cute boys making me boba tea is a weakness >//<)

We got some bulgogi, pork belly, Jap jae and bibimbap and feasted,,, though we ended up taking most of it home with us ;;

before we left we found it that JYP, JYP himself actually ate at the restaurant we were at, so we freaked about that for a bit. (Jae: I screamed in the restaurant, lord help me. )

Next came the tough part, we had to walk a mile to this motherfucking K-pop store, and then it started raining like ohmylord (Jae: It wasn’t that bad.) Jae even took his shoes off (Jae:BITCH) but once we reached the store, let me tell you, it was like reaching heaven. We legit stayed in that store for an hour just walking around, fanboying and it was lit. The staff (a lady and her husband) were super nice and gave us free stuff, even talked to us and supported my lame ass when I legit embarrassed myself every minute I was in there. Jae got an exo album (Jae: A Suho PC ;w; Daddy Susu), A got7 pencil bag, and a bunch of stickers (Jae: Red Velvet and exo c: :c I should have got the Jin stickers too.). Me; Monsta X, a Frodo (kkt) keychain and some face masks (y'all know I had to) then we went home.

(Jae: Gil got Wonho ;w; )

(Jae: You see this tall ass tree next to me >w>?!?!?!? Ugh But I had fun too. ) Overall it was a good ass day and I couldn't have imagined it with any other person. Thanks for reading, if you made it this far! Expect more stuff from the hoe bro's and yeah, peace out~ Admins Gilfairy and Jaefairy

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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Fandom: Radiata Stories (PS2) Characters: Miranda & Clive & Kain Additional Tags: Fictional Religion & Theology, Confessional, Olacion Order, Canon Compliant, Platonic Relationships, Male-Female Friendship, Mentor-Pupil Relationship

Summary: When Miranda is offered the opportunity of manning the confessional for one day, she finds a shameful and shocking lack of sincerity amongst the congregation's confessions. Yet, perhaps hope can be found in the prayers of one the world would least expect.

"Confess thy trespasses to one another that ye may be purified. The effective, fervent prayer of the righteous shall availeth much." Gospel of Saint Celesta 5:16

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How many times had she heard that scripture? How long had her lips formed those same syllables during every late night sermon and early morning ministry? How ardently did she desire to follow in the footsteps of the saints, despite the sacrifice required?

Yet, here she stood, prepared to practice what she preached, completely incapable of moving a muscle.

"Ease yourself, disciple. There is no pressure to put on a perfect performance, for me or for Our Lady Etherea," the High Priest advised. The radiance of the cathedral in the early mornings caused his soft smile to shine all the more lustrously in the light. "Simply listen to them, Miranda. Comfort them. Soothe their troubled souls. You have healed the bodies of many a wounded man - now it is time to heal their hearts, as well." In that moment, with compassion creasing his brow, Kain seemed all the kinder, if such a thing were possible; kind and encouraging and...and somehow hopeful, somewhere behind those war-worn eyes. "You can do this. You need to do this - for yourself, and for them."

Standing outside of the confessional booth now, she wasn't so sure. You can do this, Miranda. Master Kain said that you can do this, that you need to do this. Somehow, the words lost their luster when not uttered by another.

All that had been asked of her was to receive the confessions of repentant sinners desiring to come home to the order of Olacion once more; that and the priests making their rounds, repenting of vices they surely would succumb to as soon as they left these hallowed halls. Simple, yes, but not easy.

Still, she sought not escape. If Master Kain entrusted her with this honor, the blessings of Masters Achilles and Godwin bestowed upon her, then she feared no evil.

But oh, how she prayed for success in her struggle.

With a shaky breath and a whispered prayer, Miranda stepped inside the confessional booth.

And may the gods have mercy on my soul.

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Many a man and woman entered that room, weary with the weight of their grief and anger. Some spoke of pain -- of lost children and shattered dreams. Others whispered of fears -- of war and Algandars. And there were those who wished away their strife and suffering, who begged the gods as though they were genies, to grant them the lives of wealth and luxury they rightfully deserved.

Yet was there no one who prayed for repentance? None who sought reconciliation with Celesta? Did any exist who desired sanctuary with their Lady Etherea?

Was there not a single vice-less soul in this once-innocent city of sin?

Only an hour remained until the rising of the moon signaled the end of her shift. Yet, in the entirety of her time inside this one-way window into the hearts of humanity, not one solitary follower spoke with any conviction!

Fernando offered the gods his rage, but bumping into Anastasia outside afterwards proved his repentance momentary. Dwight's plea for funding seemed awfully insincere when his smilodon medicine had made the confessional smell like a bloodied mutt. No one could take Eugene's apologies for alcoholism seriously when his breath reeked of beer, Lulu gossiped more than she gave thanks, and even Alvin's offering seemed self-seeking.

Could there not be one pure of heart? Had such humans been lost in this ever-changing world? Or had they never really existed at all, living only in fairy tales?

"Forgive me, Father, for ah've sinned."

The words shook Miranda from her mental reverie. Had someone entered without her noticing? Goodness! She really ought to get a grip, lest this training be for naught. Refocusing herself, she noticed the speech seemed...somehow strange to her. The words didn't flow well, an accent cluttering the common script. For most, she assumed it might've been an embarrassment to their traditional confession. Miranda found it refreshing -- something to break up the monotonous repetition of unmeant admissions.

Still, she listened.

"Ya see, I...I fear ah've failed ya, Father. I don't know if I can keep up with these here city slickers. They all look so, so fancy! What with their robes and their spells and all that shiny jewelry. Ah wish I could help people like they can, but ah dunno if I could." A pause. A sniffle. A withered exhalation. "I'm tryin' mah best, I promise! Ahm readin' the scriptures every day, just like Flora told me I ought to! And ah've been prayin' mornin', noon, and night to try and get y'all's approval, but ah...ah can't tell if yer there...if yer happy with me. Ah just wanna make ya proud, Papa..."

And then, stillness. For a second, silence saturated the empty space between this confessor and she who heard his hopeful plight.

Her hand rose to her heart, clutching at the broach that fastened her cloak. Perhaps, there is still hope. It might not sound sweet, it might not look attractive, but potential is determined not by what is pleasing to the eye, but what is purifying to the spirit. Maybe salvation could be found even at the so-called bottom of the barrel.

"Our Lady Etherea forgives you. Our Lord Celesta forgives you. And so, too, do I. Go, and sin no more."

A breath of relief from the other side of the confessional. "Thank goodness! Ah was worried the gods mighta given up on me." Just as the door on the other side of the wall opened, Miranda swore she heard one final word of supplication. "Ah...ah can do this! I know I can!"

And then Miranda was all alone, with only her own sin to swear to the heavens above.

That night, for the first time since...well, long since she should have done so, Miranda knelt at the foot of the altar and offered her apologies for the impurities she knew not had existed within her, now exposed in the light of an unknown follower. It was there, seated inside of a crumbling confessional, that Miranda swore she heard the words from on high she always longed to listen to:

"I, Lady Etherea, forgive you. Your Lord Celesta forgives you. Now go, and sin no more.

You can do it, dearest daughter, in whom I am well-pleased."

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GLORIFYING GODHEAD THE TRINITY, FOREVER AND EVERMORE, AMEN, AND AMEN....🍒🍒🍒🍒

SHOO, AT LEAST YOU ALL ACROSS SEAS, SHOULD BE QUITE VERY HAPPY Y'ALL COUNTRIES HAVE VERY GOOD SENSE [GODLY FEARING THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY CREATOR OF HEAVEN AND THE EARTH!!!! I'M TAKING EVERYTHING BY FORCE NOW, THROUGH THE POWER OF GOD RESURRECTION POWER IN ME, YOU DAMN DEVILS FROM HELL, Y'ALL CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO SAY OR DO NO MORE, THE BALL IS IN MY COURT NOW, THEREFORE EVERY DAMN CRIME Y'ALL HID IN THE DARK I WILL BRING IT INTO JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH MARVELOUS RADIANT LIGHT!!! NO THIEF ON OR UNDER THIS EARTH WILL ESCAPE THE DAMNATION THAT IS ON YAL WICKED ASS!!! A CURSE WORD, IS THE VERY WORDS, Y'ALL SAY ON THOSE DUMBDASS SONGS YES, ESPECIALLY THAT I'M SORRY, NOT SORRY PAY BACK IS A BAD _, THAT'S WHAT THAT HOE SAID!!!! Y'ALL EXCUSE THE WICKED AND OVERTHROW THE RIGHTEOUS!!!! NOW YOU LOW DOWN DIRTY DOGS, HAS REALLY ANGERED ME TOO!!! EVERYBODY WILL FEEL HEAVEN'S RAGE, AND FIERCE ANGER, KNOWING I WENT THROUGH THIS DAMN CRAP ALL THESE YEARS, CAUSE OUR DAMM PRESIDENTS WHERE NOTHING BUT GIRLS AND COWARDS!!! WE WILL END THIS HATRED OF COLOR, UPON THESE INNOCENT SOULS ALL THROUGH THE YEARS!!!! AMERICA YAL ASS IS REALLY DAMNED NOW, SO WE WILL CRUSH EVERYTHING YOU OWN AND EVEN YOUR WICKED ASS!!!! I'M NOT JUST TALKING, BUT YOU ALL WILL FIND OUT VERY SOON, MY FATHER GOD WILL DESTROY Y'ALL FOR ME, PERSONALLY!!! YOU ALL ARE FULL OF CRAP, YOU CAN'T SERVE MAMMOTH, AND WANT THE WEALTH AND RICHES THAT BELONGS TO US THE JUST!!!! THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN SUFFERS VIOLENCE,AND THE VIOLENT TAKE IT BY FORCE!!! Y'ALL DID THIS DAMN STUFF, THOSE REBELLION LAWS AGAINST GODHEAD, YOUR HOUSE YOU ALL ARE IN CONTROL OF, YOU WHERE NEVER SUPPOSE TO OVERRIDE THE HOLY BIBLE, GUIDELINES FOR THIS WORLD, IT'S THE VERY PROTECTION OF A LIVING SOUL!!!! Y'ALL MESSED UP MY DAD'S EARTH, NOW I WILL DEAL WITH EVERYONE ACCORDING TO HIS WORD[THE HOLY BIBLE]!!! YOURS PARENTS NEVER TRAINED Y'ALL, WHEN YOU ARE IN DARKNESS YOU DON'T HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL A QUEEN OF LIGHT HOW TO TALK, WALK, AND LIVE!!! THIS IS PURE EVIL LIKE ANUBIS ON RONIN WARRIORS STATED!!![ IT'S EMBARRASSING TO US WHO HAS BEEN TRAINED TOTALLY INTO THE FEAR OF THE LORD IS THE BEGINNING OF WISDOM, AND THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE HOLY IS UNDERSTANDING!!!!] LIVING IN A COUNTRY THAT'S PARTLY DAMNED REALLY, YOU CLAIM YOU WALK IN UNITY, WHEN EVERYTHING YOU ALL HAS MADE HAS BEEN ONLY ABOUT YOU!!! AND WHAT'S WORSE IS THE THINGS YOU ALL ARE LAUGH AT= THE DEVILISH THINGS YOU ALL REJOICE IN, BUT NOT THINGS IN THE HOLY BIBLE! YOU BLIND DOGS YOU, YOU DARE MAKE THIS WORLD ABOUT YOU, AND KNOW THAT GODHEAD YAHWEH AND YESHUA, DON'T PLAY THIS CRAP, HE CAN DESTROY EVERYTHING, JUST BECAUSE Y'ALL HAS FORSAKEN HIM[LORD JESUS CHRIST]!!! DANG THIS IS SO DEADLY PEOPLE OF GODHEAD AROUND THE WORLD, I SUGGEST YOU ALL GO TRULY INTO Y'ALL HOME KNEEL DOWN AND SEEK GODHEAD QUICKLY!!!! MONEY WAS NEVER MADE FOR Y'ALL TO STEAL FROM THE RIGHTEOUS, AND TO BECOME MORE WICKED!!!! THEY KNEW THIS MY KING, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BACK THEN, THEIR LOOKS HAD A HIDDEN MEANING BEHIND IT!! Y'ALL WILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS SUDDENLY FOR ME HOST OF HEAVEN, AMERICA EVERYONE IN THESE OFFICE'S THAT'S NOT OF GODHEAD WILL BE DESTROYED OFF THE EARTH NOW, THIS BONDAGE MINDSET HAS GONE TO DAMN FAR!!! I THOUGHT Y'ALL WHERE WICKED, BUT I SAID THEY COULDN'T BE MY KING, YES YOU ALL REALLY DID, MANIPULATE EVERYTHING INTO YOUR FAVOR TO MAKE IT SEEM AS IF YOUR RIGHT, BUT YOUR HEART WAS ALWAYS BLACK AND EMPTY!!! VOID= THAT VOID FAMILY WILL BE JUDGED FOR ALL ETERNITY NOW, BECAUSE I'M SO VERY CERTAIN THIS IS THE CORE OF THE CREW WITH LU, WHO WAS KICKED OUT!!! PSALMS 24:1 SAYS THIS= THE EARTH IS THE LORD'S AND THE FULLNESS THEREOF; THE WORLD AND THEY THAT DWELL THEREIN!!! THIS EARTH AIN"T Y'ALL BASTARDS WE WILL THROUGH MY HUSBAND ALPHA AND OMEGA LORD JESUS CHRIST OF MY HEART, WE ARE CASTING Y'ALL OUT AND DOWN NOW!!! HELL IS READY FOR Y'ALL, AND YOUR ENTIRE LYING FAMILY'S IN THIS WORLD!!!! YOUR STEALING DAYS ARE OVER DUMBASS!!! I'M NOT THAT ONE, I WAS A LONG TIME AGO, I'VE BEEN UPGRADED TO A NEW IMPROVED ME, JUST TO GLORIFY MY HEAVENLY FATHER GOD ELOHIM IN EVERYTHING FOREVERMORE. Y'ALL SHOULD HAVE SHUT UP WHEN WE TOLD Y'ALL ASS TOO, BUT THE TALKING AND RUNNING YOUR MOUTH ALL THROUGH THE YEARS, HEAVEN AMERICA DON'T NEED TALK SHOWS NO MORE, TAKE IT AWAY FROM THEM MY KING OF GLORY ALPHA AND OMEGA, THEY HAVE LEARNED TO BE VERY UNGRATEFUL TO YOU, AND YOU GAVE THEM BREATH.OH I KNOW WHAT ABEOJI I REQUEST OF THEE FATHER GOD ELOHIM, THE DEVILS NEEDS TO BE ON RECALL, SEEING THEY DID THIS TRASH IN THIS WORLD, PAY BACK IS A MUG FOR Y'ALL CLEPTO, CONFUSED DOGS IN HEAT, AND IN THIS EARTH!!! OH YEAH EVERYONE NAMED BILL, LOVES MONEY, SO GO TO HELL. THIS IS THE CONSEQUENCES OF SLANDERING ALL OF THOSE HOLY BIBLE HEIRS, IN HEAVEN WITH FATHER MY GOD NEM.... Y'ALL SUFFERED TOO MUCH, JUST BECAUSE THEIR EVIL ASS, NEVER WANTED TO WALK OUT OF Y'ALL LIVES BUT, ACTED LIKE SOME DAMN LEECHES!!!! I KNEW SOMETHING WAS SHADY THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED TO THOSE DUMBASS KIDS OF SATAN WHO TOOK THEIR ASS, AND JUMPED INTO THAT COLOR OF WATER ONLY TO GET ATE UP BY LEECHES, LOVL! THE CHILDREN OF LIES ALWAYS IS STUPID, THEIR NOT SMART, I TOLD MY TWIN THIS IN 98, PEOPLE ALWAYS PRETENDED TO BE SO SMART, YET SO STUPID!!!! OF COURSE ANYONE SERVING A CREATURE IS STUPID, AND GOING TO HELL, THAT'S JUST REALITY!!! Y'ALL AIN'T GOING TO HEAVEN, WE WILL CRUCIFY Y'ALL ASS BEFORE ABEOJI HAS TO DO ANYTHING, NO LIAR IS WELCOME IN NOTHING WE DO OR OWN!!! Y'ALL WILL BE WIPED OUT AND WIPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH, FOR HURTING OUR PARENTS OF LIGHT, AND OUR VERY OWN SIBLINGS OF LIGHT. WE DIDN'T KNOW EACH OTHER AROUND THE WORLD, BUT WE DID PRAY FOR EACH OTHER'S SAFETY AND HAPPINESS IN THE HOLY BIBLE THROUGH JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH OUR LORD AND SAVIOR FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!! THAT AND THIS IS WHY YOU NEVER,BY NO ENEMY MERCHANDISE, THEIR ASS TAKE THE CREDIT FOR EVERYTHING WE REALLY DID, AND HAS DONE!!!! Y'ALL DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHICH MINISTERS WE SOWED INTO THEIR MINISTRIES THROUGH THE YEARS, THEN THEY HAD THE NERVE, TO SEND YOU A LETTER IN THE MAIL, TELLING YOU WHAT YOU CAN'T DO!!!! I'M FATHER GOD ELOHIM CHILD, I'LL HAVE YOUR WICKED ASS OFF THIS EARTH JUST BY A PRAYER!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR NEW DECISION OF THIS EARTH WILL BE MY KING OF GLORY ALPHA AND OMEGA, BUT I'M CERTAINLY LOOKING FORWARD TO A NEW TRUE AND INTERESTING CHANGE IN THIS LIFETIME... THEY JUST ARE TOO SELFISH, DAMN THEY REALLY WILL GET YOU TO GO BUY HOLY BIBLE WEAPONS JUST TO SHOW THEIR LYING ASS, SOMETHING!!! I HATE EVERYONE WHO READ THE HOLY BIBLE AND IS UNHOLY TO THE CORE!!! MAY GODHEAD YAHWEH AND YESHUA, PUNISH EVERY WICKED PERSON IN THIS EARTH, WHO IS STEALING ANYTHING FROM THE RIGHTEOUS, IT'S WICKED AND THIS IS NOT ALLOWED ON EARTH NO MORE!!!! YOU BEAUTIFUL, PRECIOUS CHILDREN OF GODHEAD THE TRINITY KINGDOM OF HEAVEN RIGHTEOUS JOINT-HEIRS WITH OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST KING OF GLORY ALPHA AND OMEGA, ENJOY YOUR VERY LOVELY,PEACEFUL, AND JOYFUL WEEKEND IN THE HOLY GHOST DAILY AND ALWAYS IN JESUS MIGHTY NAME WE PRAY, AMEN!!! THANK YOU ABEOJI, YOUR EARTH IS GETTING BACK TO LOOKING VERY BEAUTIFUL, AND VERY LOVELY AGAIN, HELP YOUR KIDS AROUND THE WORLD TO BE CONFIDENT IN THEIR LOVE IN JESUS CHRIST KING OF GLORY, OUR SHELTER FROM THE DUMMIES =DISOBEDIENT CHILDREN. Y'ALL BAD COMPANY CORRUPT, GOOD MORALS, DON'T MAKE THE MISTAKE I MADE IN HANGING AROUND PEOPLE WHO NEVER REALLY LOVED ME, BUT JUST WANTED THE THINGS GODHEAD PROMISED ME IN THIS LIFE!!! TO BE HURT BY PEOPLE WHO NEVER HAD GOOD INTENTIONS TOWARD YOU, IT MAKES YOU VERY ANGRY I ADMITT, AND THIS IS WHY I HAVE TO STAY IN THE SHEKINA GLORY, FOR ALL ETERNITY... ONLY TRUE PRAISE AND WORSHIP IN SPIRIT AND IN TRUTH FOREVERMORE, HELPS YOU TO SEE THE BEAUTY IN EVERYTHING GODHEAD HAS MADE!!! SADLY PEOPLE HAS FORGOTTEN GODHEAD BREATHE INTO MAN, SO IT IS WRONG TO DENY THE VERY POWERFUL OF GODHEAD IN ANYTHING, IT'S THE GIFT OF GOD THAT CONSEALETH A THING! THANK YOU OH HEAVENLY FATHER GOD ELOHIM, TELL OUR LOVED ONES WITH YOU THEIR, THANK YOU ARIGATO,GOSAMANIDA,XIEXIE, THANK YOU ALL FOR EVERYTHING YOU ALL EVER TAUGHT US ABOUT THE HOLY BIBLE, IT'S MORE TREASURED TO ME, THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD, ALSO TELL BOAZ I REALLY DO LOVE HIM WHOLEHEARTEDLY, FOR JUST BEING SPECIALLY DESIGNED FOR ME!!! TO LOVE GOD, YOUR PARTNER AND YOURSELF, YOU LEARN THAT SELFISHNESS IS JUST NOT ALLOWED IN YOUR FAMILY!!! I'M FREE NOW, MY DEAR FAMILY AROUND THE WORLD, YOU ARE ALL SO VERY BEAUTIFUL IN GOD'S EYES, IF ONLY YOU LEARNED WHEN A PERSON HATES GODHEAD YOU KNOW THEY WILL HATE YOU TOO, SO GET AWAY FROM THEM, AND STAY AWAY FROM THAT JEALOUS AND ENVY KIND THEY ARE TOXIC TO YOUR HEALTH!!! YOU ALL IT'S NOT ABOUT RACE ANYMORE, BUT IT'S ALL ABOUT THIS ONE QUESTION [ARE YOU LIVING ON FOR OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST KING OF GLORY, OR JUST FOR YOURSELVES?] BOAZAND I HAVE CHOSEN ELOHIM-OUR ETERNAL GOD FOR ETERNITY, SO WE KNOW WE ARE VERY ENTITLED TO THE GREATEST OF THINGS IN THIS LIFE, JUST FOR OBEDIENCE TO OUR TOUSAN FATHER GOD NEM, YOU ALL DECIDE WHAT ARE YOU REALLY DESIRING TO HAVE IN THIS LIFE AND WHOM??? WOW MR.STRONG MAN, BRIGHT AND SHINNING EYES, BLAZING EYES, BODY AS BRASS, HAIR WHITE AS WOOL, AND THE SWORD IN HIS MOUTH. I HAVE TO BOAST ABOUT YOU MY LOVE, BECAUSE OF COURSE WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER THIS WHOLE TIME, TELLING ON EVERYONE WHO, TICKED ME OFF THROUGH THESE YEARS!!! I HAVE NO REGRETS OF THOSE THINGS WE SUFFERED THROUGH THESE YEARS, I'M JUST SO VERY GRATEFUL TO YAHWEH AND YESHUA FOR TRAINING ME TO THE BEST PARTNER FOR MY MAN AMONG MEN, VIRTUOUS ONE BOAZ, I MISS YOU MY LOVE💝💖💞💗💎!!!! ONLY GOD ELOHIM KNOWS WHO HIS CHILDREN LIFE PARTNER IS, SO GO PURSUE LOVING JESUS CHRIST OUR KING OF GLORY, WITH YOUR WHOLE HEART, IT MEANS NOTHING(VANITY) IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE LOVE OF GODHEAD, IN YOUR SOULS!!! EVERYTHING WAS WORTH IT, TO BE IN THE PLACE WITH GODHEAD YAHWEH AND YESHUA FOREVERMORE, JUST LIKE I WAS AS A CHILD... LOVING AND THINKING ONLY OF MY ABEOJI FATHER GOD EL ELYON😚😙😗😙😍... TO GOD BE THE GLORY FOREVER AND EVERMORE, AMEN, AND AMEN!!! WELCOME YOU ALL KINGDOM OF HEAVEN IN EVERYTHING, AND FOREVERMORE, OH HALLELUJAH IN THE HIGHEST OF PRAISE, TO THE KING OF KINGS, THE LORD OF LORDS, THE PRINCE OF PEACE, THE EVERLASTING FATHER!!!! ENJOY YOUR KINGDOM OF HEAVEN WEEKEND, OR PRECIOUS FAMILY AROUND THE WORLD, AND JUST IGNORE ANY FOOL THAT'S TRYING TO DISTRACT YOU FROM YOUR HOPE, FAITH, AND CHARITY LIVING LIFESTYLE IN, FROM THE HOLY BIBLE!!! GLORY TO GODHEAD IN THE HIGHEST OF PRAISE, GLORY , AND HONORTHAT'S DUE UNTO YOUR NAME FOREVER AND EVERMORE IN JESUS HOLY, WORTHY, AND MIGHTY NAME WE PRAY, AMEN, AMEN, AND AMEN!!!!🌟🌏🏝🛳💑.

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Ola Americano... Turtle?: 14. Who Sent You

“Aye, I think she’s waking up.” The woman heard a low whisper. She was not quite sure where she was yet remembered what she was doing. For her safety, she kept quiet and listened. “Turn on the lights! Turn on the lights!” A very over eager voice whispered harshly. The bright white light over her head shocked her pupils that were used to the pitch black. Through her squinting eyes, she could see the faint faces of the mutants she was fighting with earlier. One of her bantu knots had come undone, thus flopping in front of her face. Footsteps were heard behind her. She remained still; her head kept low as they came up beside her. It was an orange banded terrapin. His posture was upright as he came around with his hands behind his back. She tried not to stare at him, but it was so hard for a fantastic creature such as him. He was now about-face, glaring her down with a large lower lip. “Who sent you? Who sent you?!” He exploded. The refined posture went out the window as he grasped the handles of the chair she was sitting in and leaned in close. With her hands now tied behind her back, she could do nothing but respond. “Dejar de lado que te sucio animal!” She shouted with fire. The young turtle drew a blank expression. “What the shell is that?” he turned to his family behind him. “I think she's speaking Spanish.” Donnie added. “What the shell kind of black girl speaks Spanish?” Michelangelo’s voice was distressed. He was so ready to play bad cop and now the girl cannot even understand him (and he can’t understand her). No fun. “The Dominican Republic is Afro-Hispanic.” The techie informed. “Tell her to stop playing and talk right!” Suddenly, the woman began to speak rapidly in her native tongue. “You may be speaking gorgeous but I ain't got time for your games!” He retaliated over her, but all they got were two people trying to talk over one another without understanding. “I don't know Spanish.” Donnie shrugged. “At least we know someone who does.” Leonardo nodded when he held his shellphone and shook it in a presenting way in his hand.

Minutes passed as Leonardo tried to catch a hold and fully explain the situation to their Chicana ally. Meanwhile, Michelangelo was trying to cope with the overwhelming language change as the black woman continued to argue him in spanish. “No!” He grabbed her shoulders. She continued to shout, now looking at his large hands grasp her shoulders. “You’re black, stop embarrassing yourself!” He stared into her eyes with the most sincerity. However, she continued to scream. Mikey’s shoulders dropped. He turned his head away and whined in defeat. “I’m so confused by all these languages!” Donatello sighed. “There's just as many of African descent speaking Spanish, French, Swahili, and English.” It was annoying to keep reminding him about the diversity of the world, but it was just getting a little too much for their younger brother. A large hand descended upon Michelangelo’s shoulder. His eyes were watery when he looked up into the eyes of his understanding brother. Leonardo used easy force to tell Michelangelo to get off of her. The turtle complied, but was still upset. To comfort him, Venus took him into her arms. She held him from behind, smiling as he took it all in and used her as his rock.

The woman eyed him as he crouched down and put the phone near her. He remained calm in demeanor. “Ask her where Baxter Stockman is hiding.” He referred to the one on the other end of the phone. “¿Donde se esconde Baxter Stockman?” The woman looked up at Leonardo. She appeared lost at first before responding. “¡Usted toda cometiendo un gran error ! Pronto , se le pedía clemencia , Stupido rojo n****! “She said y'all making a big mistake. And one day you'll be begging for mercy. She also said…” They leaned in, waiting for the rest. It never came. “What?” Leo inquired. Still more silence. “Angel, we gotta know everything.” Raphael chimed in. “I don't know man, she used the N- word to you.” “To me?” He shrieked, quite surprised. Must be because he was the last thing she saw. “But she-! Look, tell this piece of s- word that I'm gonna f- her up!” “Raph!” Leonardo scolded. “I ain't sayin it, Angel is!” “Él se llama un pedazo de m***** y se j****** . “¿Me llama un j ****** ?” The assassin repeated with a laugh. “Su madre tiene que j ****** arriba , n**** rojo.” “Did she say negro again?” Raph turned quickly to the phone. This was war now. “Yeah, but then she mentioned yo mama.” “Tell her that her mama’s an ‘H’!” “Raph!” The brute turned to Donatello, quite annoyed. He was expecting another scolding but instead, he got a whispered correction. “I think it starts with a ‘w’.” “‘W’” He corrected. “then her sister and her mama a ‘w’ with a double ‘w’ grandma that makes double cuz she got no teeth! Tell her I said that!” “Veo el c*** lucha sus batallas.” Her voice smoothed out from earlier. It was still harsh, but there was less stress in her throat. “Did she diss again?” “This time she was calling out Donnie for being a word that means ‘cat’.” Offended, Donatello clenched his heart; his mouth gaped open. “Tell her she's an ‘HW’!” He exploded. The rest of the team lifted a brow. Homework (A Donatello-y thing I guess)? “Bro,” Michelangelo spoke as calmly as he could, his body was still engulfed in the female turtle’s arms in which he kept closed with his own hands. “you mean ‘h’.” “Whatever! Call her something insulting!” “Todos ustedes estarán marcados para la muerte cuando Stockman los encuentre aquí.” She gave them an equal amount of glaring, locking her eyes on each individual as she spoke. She was confident and smiled the entire time. “¡Cada uno de ustedes!” “She said you'll be marked for death when Stockman finds out you're here.” Without warning, the red brute kneeled before her. On his knees, he was an acceptable height to come eye-to-eye with her. With him being so large, putting himself between her legs rendered them useless to try to kick him. Of course, what she could possibly reach was all shell.

“Where's Stockman or imma cut your throat and squeeze lemon juice in it!” Raphael was not playing these games. “That's nasty.” Mona cringed. The very remaining chain in her hand jiggled when she shivered from the thought. “Gonna get her to talk! Ain't it?” He turned back to the woman. How much did she want to bop him right there, but her body would not allow her to do so. The terrapin looked her up and down, formulating a plan. “ Let's do it this way.” He nodded, then extended his arm behind him. His hand them flapped his two fingers into his palm like a ‘gimme’ gesture. “Mikey, hand me a shuriken.”

Although a little upset he had to remove himself from the satisfying embrace, Michelangelo brought his hands down and went off to go pick up one of the thrown shuriken. He disappeared into the dark. Moments later, the sound of the air slicing  caught everyone’s attentions. The silver piece came close to the turtle and his captive. Just before it could try to scrape him, Raphael jerked his shoulder down as the piece flew past them. He, the other mutants, and the captive as well all looked in the direction from which it came. Standing in the shadows was the orange clad terrapin. He was completely still as he balanced on one leg and maintain the stance from which he threw the piece. “Oops! My bad.” He apologized quite deadpan. From his other hand was a backup shuriken that he had hoped to keep rather than give it away. The brute scolded him as he walked up humbly and handed it over. “C'mon man, I'm trying to interrogate somebody.” Raphael shook his head disapprovingly as the young turtle backed up into the shadows once more. He kept going until his shell bumped into Venus’ carapace. Quite deadpan himself, he grabbed Venus’ arms and wrapped them around himself. With the metal in his hand, he carefully came closer. When it got near her face, she brought her chin up in avoidance. He stopped just below her chin. If he brought it down, the blade would puncture her throat. The turtle was giving her another chance as he stared her down. “Where's Baxter Stockman?” “¡Màtame!” Her body thrusted forward. It surprised her interrogator, causing him to jump. The woman then began to sob very lightly, catching her breath and her eyes began to water. “What'd she say?” He was yelling to the phone that Leo still held behind him. Honestly, he did not like these types of interrogations. It was unlike his style. Despite that, it wasn’t him doing it and their patience level was already wearing thin in this foreign land. “She said ‘kill me’.” Angel was a little distressed herself on the other side. She was probably feeling the weight of the situation just from hearing it. “Okay, you better tell me something right now.” Raphael threatened. This time, he pressed the blade in the hollow part underneath her chin. With a tad bit more force it would puncture. Her eyes were wide in shock. She stared hopelessly to the shadows as he continued to bark his threats.“ I'll send you to heaven, I don't even care no more! I'm marked for death so I got nothing to lose!”  The chicana on the phone then began to speak in the woman’s native tongue. What they did not know was that she was pleading to her to tell him and that the red turtle means business. “That's right Angel, call the lord and tell him he about to get company. Tell me something!” The woman continued to resist. Her heart beat faster and faster as Angel tried even more desperately to get her to speak. Why would a fifteen year old need to hear a person die? “She's almost done! Forgive me for I have sinned!” “¡Detener!” The woman cried. “She said stop!” Angel screamed on the top of her lungs. Thankfully their outbursts did not move the blade against her throat. He kept the blade there in the hung silence. The woman licked her lips, breathing heavily as she did and looked helplessly into the amber eyes of the turtle. “Es en Barbarella, Rua Ministro Viveiros de Castro.” “He's at Barbarella, Rua Ministro Viveiros de Castro.” repeated. Donatello took note of it, typing it down in his phone and sent it to his personal computer. Raphael removed the blade and got off the woman. She breathed heavily and brought her chin down. He tossed the shuriken to the side. Mona gave him a nod for letting her go. The brute sighed and returned it before turning around to look back at her. “We’ll drop her at the nearest police station. They’ll think she’s crazy for what she’s seen.” He added.

“Thank you, Angel.” Leonardo brought the speaker up to his face. Suddenly, his phone was engulfed by the wanting hands of his youngest brother. He kneeled before him. “Thanks boo.” Michelangelo sang. With that, he blew her a kiss through the phone. Leonardo rolled his eyes, but let the friends have their time. “Anytime Brotha.”