#I won't lie im still fond of this one

[wishful-seeker]

I will soon be the only person in my close family to not finish college because illness forced me to leave, and thats a strange feeling. Im not sure how i feel about it.

I feel a little alienated because of it, but even though i LOVE learning and i enjoyed college classes, i didn't enjoy college itself.

Even in high school i was the "sick kid" and missed a year there, so feeling like i don't belong isn't new.

But i really thought I'd meet people like me in college, but all i found was snobby rich kids that ignored my existence. I genuinely tried making friends but college students are not my type of people.

I don't know if this is because i wore braces on my knees, or because they could tell i was poor, not sure but college kids always gave me bad vibes.

Im sad that the things im truly passionate about isn't taught in college, and i miss the classes i did have, but i don't think a fancy college was ever my scene. Maybe i would've fit better at a community college. But im probably too disabled to ever find out.

Idk i guess it feels strange because i was heavily encouraged to go to college, and now i can't even if i wanted to. Its weird that i could probably guess the view outsiders have of my life, how they'd feel bad for me, or laugh at what I've become.

And i think of that a lot: how outsiders may view my life. "Oh so sad, look how far she's fallen." Ya know

But im happy

I LIKE my life, sure i got all As and Bs in college, sure i won a writing contest in my class, and yes i also completed a triathlon before all this. So many medals saying "look how hard i worked, look what i accomplished" but when i was accomplishing those trival things i was really lost and alone on the inside, those medals were to convince myself i was better than the years before this one, a lie that i was becoming my best self.

But now all that shit is gone, dead, useless to me. Eventually i was left alone, with NO distractions, only my mind and a body i couldn't move in. Only a bed, in a room, no where else to go. Everything i thought that mattered, everything i connected my worth with, suddenly didn't mean anything anymore, because all that was was my chronic pain, and what i did with it. All that mattered now was fighting for a better life, for freedom from a bed, for freedom within my head.

I had to rebuild myself from nothing, i had to literally rewire my brain. I studied neuroplasticity and my only goal was to train my brain to be able to live with this pain. And i had to change a LOT. I can tell you my mind and the internal dialog in my head is completely different from 2 years ago, and also much a much kinder, and safer place.

So no, i won't finish college, im gonna be poor forever, i wont work, but i am much happier.

I finally feel like the best version of myself. The challenges i face in my life are no longer overwhelming, but a cycle ive grown rather fond of. Im so secure with myself that i can say "this next hardship will be good for me." And i don't think many people have the privilege of being that optimistic when faced with stressful situations.

It would have taken me my whole life to get to this point if i was still focusing on things like grades.

Im happy, and im more proud of myself than when i beat a triathlon, or won art contests.

[worfianism]

Doctor Who 60th anniversary special 1 Spoilers below

AHHHAHAGSGHSJSKWKSNWGSBSNTH

Theyre back!!!!

The Doctor and Donna !!!!!!! They're so important to me 😭😭😭😭

Rose 🥺 the Meep 🥺 Shaun 🥺 Sylvia 🥺 Wilf mention 🥺

I knew the Meep would be like evil so I wasn't surprised but they still did it really well

Also I like Shirley!

Overpowered sonic screwdriver it wouldn't be doctor who without it and the end of the episode deus ex machina

I do love the Rose backstory being inherited metacrisis but the show is so unserious sometimes it makes me die (of fondness)

The doctor and Donna were the absolute highlight of the episode they're soooooooo them like they fall very quickly into the besties dynamic and that's what makes them my all time faves

10 was as chaotic as ever (pulls out a wig from his suit and holds court in a car park)

Listen the Donna ending was tragic in s4, like honestly devastating and im slightly sad that absolutely heartbreaking ending is kind of not there anymore but also I just love the Doctor and Donna actually getting to be friends and the idea something forcing them together again to tie up loose ends in a way

I won't lie I didnt understand the let it go thing and also why 13 would have got it but 14 wouldn't

ALSO NEW TARDIS INTERIOR I AM OBSESSED

And of course as always with these two, one innocuous little trip is never actually that

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Can you talk about Komaru x Kokichi more?

Their a bit interested and I wanted to know more about their relationship!!!

This is a ship held together with one piece of art and my danganronpa headcanons truly, which I will be glad to share.

First off, Komaru's a jock with a love of fun, while I wouldn't call Kokichi a jock he CERTAINLY has a lot of energy and a love of fun himself. I could EASILY see him coming out of nowhere, slamming a hand on her arm, and yelling TAG and Komaru does not HESITATE to give chase beyond some mild complaining as she runs that she was doing something! Komaru has so much energy and gets SO into things, even in the middle of murder demon hunting city she's getting excited about puzzles and doing fun voices, Kokichi would LOVE that.

Kokichi's a nerd at heart and Komaru's a bit of a nerd as well, Kokichi likes anime, manga, and games, they could absolutely have in depth conversations about some of Kokichi's interests in pop culture that he doesn't normally have people to talk about, they ARE friends on Pokemon Go. Kokichi HAS beaten her in yugioh 20 times in a row. While Komaru is more of a 'girls' manga person then shounen, she's definitely still likely a fan of the more popular series. Komaru is picking up his yugioh references, he is finally vindicated in making them. Like she reads manga about a girl with a bomb inside her, Komaru's into some NICHE stuff.

Komaru is gullible but she's also smart, so while she's definitely falling for a lot of lies at first, she's going to get a lot better at spotting them over time, and may even lie back to him, which he won't mind because komaru is a TERRIBLE liar so it's just kinda funny. If Komaru can become best friends with Toko and Syo, Kokichi isn't going to be as much of a challenge if Komaru decides she wants to hang out with him. Her ability to just take things as they are, means even if Kokichi spouts the most outrageous lies she'll give a fond sigh and be like "that's our Kokichi."

With Komaru's sense of justice, she'd be willing to help Kokichi a lot with minor pranks, she is laughing when shuichi runs headfirst into clear tape like those videos. However her determination and sense of doing what's right means she can also better stand up to Kokichi when he's in the wrong or doing something risky.

As most of his organization, if not all of it besides Kokichi, would be untalented, I have always felt like kokichi would have a secret respect and curiosity not many other talented have for the untalented along with a skepticism towards the authority of the ultimates.

Sure the ultimate artist can make something beautiful, but Kokichi is looking for a sense of soul, a sense of emotion, something that screams "I AM HERE, YOU CANT ERASE ME" things that challenge society, challenge perceptions, and you don't really get that with ultimates due to ultimates being the upper echelon of society that should be challenged. Komaru is so herself, and so driven, she puts soul into everything she does, and I think Kokichi would respect that a bit. I think Kokichi would love to see what she was capable of if he put a can of spraypaint in her hand and pushed her towards a blank wall.

So with both of them being childish at heart energetic people who put passion and soul into everything they do along with being total dorks in secret, I could easily see them getting along. Komaru's down for whatever Kokichi will throw her way as a challenge, and Kokichi's down for seeing what this strange girl who society says should be a nobody is going to do to change that world who tries to stop her. Even if you don't want them romantically, I think they'd become really good friends if given the chance as Komaru helps him put itching powder in everyone's clothes with a few sarcastic comments about Kokichi being a bad influence.

Also I like calling it Komouma instead of oumaru because then it feels like im tricking people into thinking my posts going to be komaeda you FOOLS get TRICKED.

Also heres the playlist

[corvidmasters]

the only parts of the story that matter after lb4 are the ones that include arjuna anyway so its fine <3 i keep track anyway

anyway i would like to know what her thoughts are on karna- obvs since shes so close to arjuna (and it seems like karna is contracted to another master in their chaldea) shes probably got an opinion on him and theyve probably interacted at some point and im curious what kind of relationship, if any, they have.

same w ashwatthama if youre up to it.

"what does macha think of karna" is truly the million dollar question isn't it. what DOES macha think of her partner's rival. (and also answered here: what does macha of her partner's now-awkward childhood friendship). this is going to be a liiittle long for some brief context and also because it's two answers smashed into one so i'm breaking out the readmore.

context

Like was said in the ask I'm answering here, Karna (and Ashwatthama as well) are contracted to different Masters in Macha's Chaldea. Karna is contracted to Tanya (the girl in the second image), and Ashwatthama is contracted to Aimi (the one saying blow up). As such, she doesn't have the same chance for a deep relationship that a Master and Servant would.

karna

She has an amiable relationship with him that's occasionally a little troubled by her distaste for his talent at seeing through facades (specifically when it's hers, it's useful when he's doing it to other people though!). For the most part, she finds his straightforward nature easy to tease, and she's actually quite fascinated by watching him and Arjuna compete in things and will even actively encourage it. Macha also appreciates his diehard loyalty; Tanya was her first friend that wasn't family or imaginary, so if she's going to rely on someone to protect Tanya when Macha herself can't, her ideal choice is Karna because of this.

Of course, Karna is very happy that both his Master and Arjuna have someone who's always in their corner. He knows very well that most of the time when Macha approaches him she's going to ask him to help her with some bullshit, but so long as it's not going to endanger Tanya he'll help out, why refuse?

He won't lie though he didn't like her LB4 stunt. Was not a fan of the betrayal. He can see why she did it but it put Tanya in danger so that caused a small Sims relationship minus sign to appear over his head.

ashwatthama

Back during the Indian Lostbelt, while Ashwatthama was pissed at her for betraying her team and trying a nonsensical gambit by becoming a worshiper, Macha was literally too anxious and CPTSD-fueled to think of him as anything other than one of Ashiya Douman's chess pieces. She was actually so relieved when he helped Chaldea out her relief nearly wrapped around into a panic attack.

After that, he's summoned proper by Aimi. Macha finds the two a good fit and, like with Tanya and Karna, considers Ashwatthama one of the most trustworthy Servants to have by Aimi's side. By this point she's both read the Mahabharata and heard plenty of stories from Arjuna, so she's well aware of Ashwatthama's sins and his complicated relationship with Arjuna. Of course as is evident from her relationship with Karna, those things don't have much bearing on her opinion of him; if anything, she thinks he's an exemplary man that's she's almost a little envious of for being able to feel so intensely. In some respects, he reminds her of how her younger bother Badb is, which cultivates a sisterly fondness in her that she keeps to herself.

In turn, Ashwatthama, uh...still thinks Macha is batshit fucking crazy, but now he's getting that she lost her shit that one time because he has eyes and can see that Arjuna is pretty important to her. And he can't lie, when she's Normal she can be actually pretty fun to be around. I firmly believe that if he knew about Macha and Badb's past he would go back in time again to kill their parents. Don't worry though with Aimi there are still people he's gotta go back and kill.

[steelycunt]

HII HELLO!!!! 1 + 2 + 3 for of witness testimony fic of all time!!!

(also the friend’s activity tab on spotify says u were last listening to that chrissy, wake up remix which i found supremely funny and did a little giggle at xxx) <3

HIII BABE!! firstly i am actually mortified oh my GOD. i didnt. i didnt private listening session. im so embarrassed oh my god. listen im just not immune okay chrissy wake uuup :-(

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

i really liked the idea of examining r/s from a third perspective! that was the main idea even before i knew what would happen in the fic. i chose peter because i just thought that observant, quiet voice would work best and that's absolutely more him than james (although r/s from james' pov...thinking abt u all the time...)

2: What scene did you first put down?

ooh ok. usually i am a chronological guy!! like i really cannot start a scene if the previous scene isnt at least drafted. HOWEVER, the first scene for owt was VI--the hospital wing scene :-) i wrote it in my notes app and it was from sirius' pov at that very early point. like i just wanted remus to be knocked about a bit and for sirius to be sooooo upset abt it because he's a loser

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

okay. reading through this was slightly painful i won't lie like GOD as fond as i am of this fic i would give anything to rewrite it now because its a bit. erm. however i think i settled on this:

Peter drops in to bring the both of them dinner one evening during James’ practice and finds them both asleep. If it looks, from where Peter is standing, like Sirius is holding Remus’ hand, then there’s probably some perfectly reasonable explanation for that that he just isn’t aware of and doesn’t care to know.

i was thinking of picking one of the more sort of internal monologue-y bits because there are sections where peter reflects on r/s or his own relationship with secrets that i do still quite like, but i also think just this bit here is one my favourite moments in the whole thing. sirius sleeping at remus' bedside, taking his meals there, kinda encapsulates the utter devotion that drives his actions in this fic, he's very sweet and very sad and its yet again another thing that peter walks in on but doesn't want to see. :-)

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[hardygalwrites]

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Anime/Manga: Hetalia

Characters: England and 2P!England

Synopsis: "We are not just ourselves, you know. We're our people as well. I may be some other aspect of the people, but I am the people all the same."

Assaulted and made a prisoner in his own home, England is forced to endure the hospitality of an unexpected and very unwelcome visitor, who puts England's self-deprecating attitude into a whole different perspective.

Note: Originally published on FFN sometime in 2016, deleted, then edited and republished early 2018. TW for force-feeding

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The powerful voices of Bostridge and Drake, singing their cover of Franz Schubert's Die Forelle, echoed about the kitchen as the strawberry tarts were pulled from the oven. He inhaled the sweet-scented smoke and sighed pleasurably. But for the sounds of frustrated exertion that could be heard above the tenors of Bostridge and Drake, it was all near perfect. He frowned and quickly went on with finishing up the tarts.

Soon, he had the sugary little pastries displayed on a fine china plate, which he carried into the dining room. All the while, his feet danced in time with Schubert's lied - around the overturned table, over the shattered vase, between the splintered halves of the broken chair. He came to a stop at the dining table and set the tarts in front of his dining companion, just as the song ended.

There was no other sound now, besides the light static of the record player, though that too was gone once he removed the needle from the record. He smiled down at his companion. Then, he noticed the blood making slick the cords around his companion's wrists.

"Well, goodness," he exclaimed. "What did you do to yourself?"

His companion was silent, knuckles white about the arms of his chair, posture stiff, countenance stony, overall just looking plain inhospitable.

He sighed, tutting disappointedly. "You can't go hurting yourself like that, all right?"

He pinched his companion's stiff cheek, drawing a wince, and went to sit across from him. "After all, I don't want all my hard work to go to waste. It's been a fair while since I cooked a full on dinner for someone."

His companion simply glared, teeth bared in a distasteful snarl, which he easily countered with a benign grin. This persisted for several seconds.

"...Not very talkative, are y–?"

"Damn it, what the bloody hell do you want!?"

"And no wonder!" he gasped. "Did you kiss mum with that mouth?"

His companion strained to release himself from the chair, only inflicting more damage to his wrists. "You broke into my house, ransacked my drawing room, and–!"

"Broke into your house?" he exclaimed, offended. "My dear Iggy– Ah, do you mind if I call you Iggy? It's something that the boys sometimes call me. I know it's meant to be demeaning, but I can't help but find it adorable. Do your boys give you any affectionate nicknames?"

Bad-tempered silence was the only reply.

He nodded understandingly. "Ah, I see. Touchy subject."

"Oh, shut up," the other muttered. He tilted his head back, sighing. "Why are you here?"

"Well, I heard about you - don't ask me how - and I thought, well, why not go visit?" He clasped his hands. "I wanted to see how alike we are. And judging by the state of your kitchen, I imagine we are not quite so alike as I'd hoped. A tart?"

His companion curled his lip. "Untie my hands first."

"Oh, no, no, no, if I do that you'll jump at me! Here..." He plucked a beautifully crafted tart from the plate. "Open wide!"

The seated individual cringed, leaning back as far as his bonds would allow. "Like hell I'm eating from your hands!"

"Now, that's rude. I do wash them before and after I cook; what uncivilized brute doesn't? Really though, I insist." He poked the tart at the seam of his companion's tightly sealed lips. "Come on, open up! You know, my little boys loved it when I played the 'eat your food' game, especially when they were being disagreeable."

"And how does that go?" the other growled, only speaking when the tart was lifted away.

He lifted a finger, smiling brightly. "Oh! How about a demonstration."

Holding up the tart again, he leaned in close to his companion. "So I'd do this, and I'd say something to the effect of, 'Sweetheart, you need to eat your food.' And if they still said no..."

He gave his companion an expectant look, prodding him with the tart. A shake of the head was all he received, and he smiled.

"Well, if they still said no, then I'd do this."

Quick as lightning, he lashed out with his free hand, gripping his companion's jaw in a vice. A tight squeeze forced his companion's lips open, and he popped the tart between them with a happy giggle and manually aided his reluctant guest into chewing the treat.

As soon as said treat was gone, his companion jerked out of his grip, cursing furiously. "You bloody git! You son of a hell damned wanker!"

He gasped, affronted. "Goodness me, you really do need to work on that language of yours!"

His companion glared at him dangerously, slowly rotating his jaw.

"Oh, don't give me that look. Such language was hardly called for, and I know for a fact that my food can't be that bad. Scone?"

"You're mad." His companion released an odd sound that was something akin to a laugh. "Yes, that's it. You're stark raving mad."

He returned the laugh, choosing a scone from one of the plates. "Mad, yes. An absolute freak. One might even say a punk. I acknowledge this with full acceptance."

He picked up a knife and pressed it against his chest, as though making a vow. "As our dear gentleman, Mr. Carroll, once so aptly wrote, 'We're all mad here.'"

Laughing again, he cut the scone in half and lathered one half with jam. "Or at least, that's the case where I come from. Everyone there is depressed, sociopathic, and just plain mad. You ought to visit sometime."

"I ought not."

"Ought too! But let's not argue. Here, try the scone."

Despite his offer, those lips were once again sealed.

"Come now dearest, you don't want to play the 'eat your food' game again, do you?"

His companion scowled, but opened his mouth, and he happily pushed the scone between his companion's lips lips. Looking him straight in the eye, his companion bit down on the scone and shut his mouth. He waited expectantly, but his companion's jaw remained otherwise unmoving.

He frowned. "Go on! Chew it! ...If you don't chew it I'll have to make you."

He waved the jam knife in front of his companion's face, only to pull back when his companion lunged at him like a mad-eyed Jack-in-the-Box. The yelp that had escaped him quickly turned into laughter as his companion was halted by his bonds.

Clapping his hands, he exclaimed, "Oh, that was naughty of you. Very sly! Ah, but really, I would finish that scone if I were you."

His companion groaned frustratedly.

Two quick chews and a swallow later, he nodded approvingly. "Good lad. You really ought to eat a little more slowly though. Eating fast is so American, and it does terrible things to the digestive system."

"Tell me," his companion growled, continuing to work at his bonds. "When your store of cyanide and strawberry preserves runs dry, do you feed off of the humiliation you inflict on others?"

He smiled, buttering up the second half of the scone. "It's funny, my loving big brother asked me the exact same thing..."

"And what did you say?"

"'Brother dear, I never humiliate others,'" he quoted sincerely. "'They're humiliated, but only because they perceived it that way.'"

He took a bite out of the buttered scone and shrugged. "If you find it humiliating, that's your problem. Tea? Or perhaps you want to finish your scone..."

The other laughed humorlessly. "Oh, a lovely principle you've got there."

"Tea it is, then."

"I'm sure that your friends agree wholeheartedly with that little philosophy. That is if you even have any friends."

He sent his companion a reproving look as he prepared a cuppa. "No need to be sarcastic, Iggy dear. I do have friends, thank you very much, though at this point I am unsure whether or not I can say the same for you."

"I do have... some friends." His companion squirmed, something besides frustration and anger crossing his facial features.

He smiled sympathetically, returning to the preparation of the tea. "Ah, I've been there, mate. There was a time when not a person in the world wanted to be my friend. Then they discovered my wicked cooking skills, and the fact that I am a stubborn little man who won't take no for an answer."

He turned back to his guest, teacup and saucer in hand.

Instantly, his companion's face darkened, as did his voice. "You force-fed me scones and tarts, but I swear that if you try to force-feed me tea I will give you the soundest thrashing you'll have ever received in your life."

"Tough words coming from a man with jam on his mouth."

His companion started, evidently having been unaware of the strawberry jam staining his upper lip, and he laughed.

"Oh, you are adorable," he sighed, managing to wipe away the offending gob of preserve in spite of his companion's evasive flinch. "If you're really so adverse to our veritable lifeblood, I'll set it aside for later. Remember though, it's best served hot."

He set the cup and saucer aside, within reaching distance of his companion, who hissed, "Well, maybe if you bloody untied me, I could enjoy it to my leisure."

"Well, maybe if you weren't such a foul-mouthed little troublemaker, I would consider doing so," he retorted cheerfully. "Oh come now, dearest, enough with the glaring. You have such a handsome face if I do say so myself, and you shouldn't mar it with that drab expression."

He pinched his companion's cheek. "You ought to smile more!"

His companion pulled away with a snarl. "Stop telling me what I ought and ought not to do! I don't care to have anyone telling me how to live my life, least of all you!"

"I'm sorry, I hope you'll forgive my playing shrink, but maybe that's why you're so lonely. You rely solely on self-deprecation and slow-learned lessons, as opposed to outside criticism and well-meant advice."

"You don't know a damn thing about me."

"Don't I, now?" He raised an eyebrow. "I am you, after all. We've both gone through the same history, made same choices, suffered the same consequences..."

"I am nothing like you," the other hissed, glaring.

He succeeded in startling his companion by clasping his face and examining it closely. "Hm, unkempt hair, handsome facial structure, eyes not too far from the blue spectrum, subjectively svelte, impeccable fashion sense - though I can see that you prefer stark green over something a little softer - and of course those uncontrollable brows... I'm sorry, but what was your point?"

"Let go of me," his companion snapped, tearing his face away. "The resemblance is superficial at best."

"On the contrary, I daresay that if we had a test, we'd find that we share the same DNA!"

"Our DNA is that of the people, you idiot; of course it'd be the same."

"That's just my point!" he exclaimed, spreading his hands. "We are not just ourselves, you know. We're our people as well. I may be some other aspect of the people, but I am the people all the same."

"Oh, is there some aspect of the English people often associated with pastry-obsessed psychopaths who insist on overbearing hospitality that I am unaware of?"

"Again with the sarcasm. My dear Iggy," he said, regarding his companion with pity, as one would regard a man who was too slow to fully participate in the world around him. "You would be surprised at what aspects are so prominent within our lovely culture, and yet so unclear to ourselves.

"Now..." He clasped his hands. "How about a teacake?"

"What do you mean by that?" the other demanded.

He grinned obligingly. Picking up a small teacake, he held it out in front of his companion.

"You see this? Foreigners associate this notoriously delicious baked good with our country. It is what the tourists come here for. It is the epitome of traditional English baking. And I baked it," he declared proudly, placing a hand on his chest. "Now, based on your own argument of us having nothing in common, and judging by the frankly miserable remains found in your kitchen, what do you think that means for you?"

His companion maintained a sullen silence, and he continued. "You are simply another aspect of our people that I had never quite considered having existed until now. An unfortunate aspect, but an aspect nonetheless. ...And on that note, open wide!"

His companion deliberately turned his face away.

He sighed. "Really dearest, we aren't honestly going to do this again, are we? Come on, open up."

His companion leaned away still further.

"You're not sulking now, are you? That's very childish of you, darling. ...Don't look at me like that, you know it's true." He sighed again. "I'm giving you one more chance to accept this graciously, Iggy, else I'll have to let our little game commence. Open wide now."

His companion glared defiantly.

The following struggle was an interesting one, and he found himself being quite impressed with his companion; for someone tied hand a foot to a chair, he was a jolly good fighter.

"Good gracious, you are a troublemaker," he exclaimed, finally succeeding in getting a firm grip on his companion's face. "It's only a teacake, no need to make a kerfuffle over it."

The other continued to struggle, and he was starting to feel rather exasperated. "Oh, honestly, my boys never put up this much of a fuss. Not even America was this troublesome!"

"Really?" his companion hissed between clenched teeth. "Was he always defiant of you?"

"Has been since his discovery and continues to be so. Now open..."

"Funny, because my boys always loved my cooking. They enjoyed my company."

It was as though an electric charge had gone through him. He stood paralyzed, teacake held limply in his hand and his grip slackening.

His companion took the chance to pull away from the loosening grip, a triumphant glint appearing in his green eyes as he said, "So what exactly does that say about you, Iggy?"

His own eyes narrowed, and he managed to regain a sharp grip on the other's face, pulling him close. The teacake lay forgotten on the carpeted floor as he spoke, voice quiet but filled with malice.

"Oh, that is clever of you. Flaunting your past as though it's something special, something better, that's just jolly. And yet the joke is still on you, dearest," he sang, smile returning. "We still end up in the same boat. And we both know that our boys left it a long time ago."

Smack.

His vision went white and he staggered back. A painful throbbing emitted from his forehead and went on to take over the rest of his head. His companion lay on the floor, the chair having become unbalanced and tipping over backwards. The two groaned in tandem with each other.

As he pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to stem the pain, something began to build up in his throat, slow but powerful. Before he could identify what it was, it burst forth from his mouth in the form of hysterical laughter. He laughed for what seemed like hours, when in reality it may have only been seconds. By the time he was finished, the pain had died down and his whole body felt exhausted.

He wiped a tear away from his eye, giggling tiredly. "I feel like I may have overstayed my welcome."

His companion still lay on the floor, staring up at him with a strange look on his face. "You're one mad bastard."

"Yes, yes I know." He sighed, straightening his bowtie and cuffs. "Takes one to know one, doesn't it?"

With a wink and a bright smile, he turned away.

"Hey, you can't just leave me here!"

"Can't I, now?"

"I'm a seasoned British soldier! I've escaped from concentration camps! It's only a matter of time before I get out of this!"

"That's what I'm counting on," he said cheerfully. "Sorry I won't be able to see your great escape, but I do have to run. Don't worry though, I'll leave Schubert to keep you company."

Already humming a few bars of Die Forelle, he put the needle on the record. The powerful voices of Bostridge and Drake soon rang throughout the house once again. But for the broken furniture and shattered objects strewn about, and the sounds of frustrated exertion and furious cursing rising above the powerful tenors, everything seemed exceptionally ordinary.

Smiling benignly, steps dancing in time with the lied, he left the room and closed the door behind him.

[komoreangel]

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐫𝐞𝐪)

pairings: childe x reader, scaramouche x reader, xingqiu x reader 

scenario: he’s yours, and yours alone, right? so it’s only fitting that you get to make that clear to anyone who gets close, of course. 

request: hi!! i hope requests are open! can i ask for hcs of scaramouche, childe and xingqiu with a possessive partner? like their partner is the type to get jealous easily, try to display affection in public so people won't get close etc :)) thank you so much!!

reply: help i like this a lot hjfkhgn i can just imagine them getting smug because their s/o is being clingy in public,,,,and the randoms who are flirting with them get to be all like ??? who ? where? and its just yes thank you lolol

genre: smug childe/scara/xing plus clingy reader and also maybe a bit suggestive in scaramouche’s ?? plus you get to tell everyone dont touch your mans <3

scaramouche

because of his unlikeable personality, he didn’t get hit on very often

but if he ran into someone with no idea of who he was?

they were 9 times out of 10 going to flirt with him

(and who wouldnt i mean look at him he is one fine ass man i love him sm) 

but if they tried this while you were with him they were going to be met with a WALL OF FAILURE 

how dare they try to take your man 

you might just smile at them like ‘hey bestie,,,,stfu’ 

and let them watch as you plant a huge kiss on his cheek

he’s a bit startled because while you are very affectionate you don’t often kiss him (because you know he isnt too fond of it) 

sure you hug him and hold his hand

but after you wrap your arms around him and rest your chin on his shoulder

he’ll get that prideful look on his face (that you almost want to slap off of him) 

like yes

theyre a simp for me >:) 

you give him another kiss and turn to look at the poor individual who decided to flirt with your boyfriend

“scara, who’s this?”

scara

you only ever call him that in private

you must be feeling really jealous right now, huh?

you then proceed to bury your face in his neck

the person is obviously a bit flustered now

their previous statement has lost ALL of its value

scaramouche looks from you to them and smiles again

“so, what was it you were going to say?”

they stumble over their words and end up just saying “oh, nothing...i’ll be going now.”

once they’re gone he turns back to you, with your head on his shoulder and your arms around him

he’s grateful you managed to get him out of that situation tbh

but he’s even more happy to give you the attention you seem to be craving right now

from the privacy of your own home, of course :)

childe

childe would be ecstatic to have a s/o who’s overly affectionate in public

no doubt he would let you do whatever you wanted

you want to pepper his face with kisses? go ahead!

you want to sit on his lap? be his guest!

so when you tell him you tend to be a bit possessive he’s all for it

plus, he’s probably the same way so he doesn’t mind

someone flirts with him? he calls you over to come do your thing

embrace him with a hug and have him play with your hair right in front of that other person

he thinks it’s hot lmao

and watching you get jealous over anyone who gets a bit too close is cute too

the look on your face when he catches you staring at him is irresistible

“ah, are you jealous darling?”

head empty just childe calling you darling

hhhhhhh

he’d also be the type to let people approach him just so he can see you in action

you’d come up behind him and hug him from the back

just to greet him

then you notice the person in front of them

hands clasped together

eyes to the ground, flushed red face

they were flirting with him

you stumble away from him and look at them

“who are you?”

your tone is harsh, and childe can’t help but smile

"i..um..."

they continue to stutter their way through their sentence

you had lost interest about five words in

you were too busy playing with childe's hair

right in front of them :))

midway into their words, you turn to look at them

the glare you aim towards them is as sharp as childe's own blades, and you say,

"why are you still here?"

they're at a loss for words

who knew someone like you could be so cruel?

of course childe doesnt mind at all

he'd be glad to let you say whatever you want out of jealousy

it fuels his ego

the automatic response to that is making sure to keep him in check

dont let his head get too big

and by that i mean remind him every now and them how lucky he is to have you :)

xingqiu

he would think you were so cute

the way you cling to him almost all the time

most passerby would think you were simply very affectionate

which you are, he won’t lie

but he knows that you have another reason besides that

so you can tell everyone that this man

is yours

not that anyone in liyue harbor approaches him anyways

they all know better

would totally be the type to push your chin up with one finger

unfortunately for the girl from the mond family visiting this week

she doesn’t know better

so when you see her walking with him you first calm yourself down

you won’t assume her intentions, and he’s allowed to have friends

but when she trails her hand up his arm

oh HELL

you stomp over in their direction

hell hath no fury like a y/n scorned

as xing says anyway

you go straight up to him and wrap your arms around his neck as a greeting

“oh, it’s you. what are you doing here?”

you don’t answer and instead place a kiss on his face

the girl stands behind i’m, shocked that this whole time he had a significant other

“sweetie, is there a reason you’re?

he trails off

you have “noticed” the other girl and glare in her direction

that’s enough to scare her off

she goes running back home

xing has the most smug look on his face

“wow, i knew you got jealous offend, but that??”

you blush as he reaches out to push your hair away from your face

he smiles at you and the two of you head for home, with you clinging to his arm and happily walking along with him

a/n: im so sorry this took like forever to get up i procrastinated for so long jhkfdng anyway requests are now open again :)) i have a diluc oneshot in progress that i started on his birthday but...well.

want to make a request? head to my ask box!

[familyagrestefanblog]

Not gonna lie im pretty annoyed by this leak. Not because of the actual content within, but because it's the kind of leak that heats up the salter like crazy and I have to wonder why stuff like this is still deliberately done by official sources. With no airing dates in near future this will only give people the chance to come up with the worst possible outcomes and treat it as Canon.

We have no context on how these few lines fit into the episode, not how it got to this point nor how it'll be solved. I mean..

Are we more at the beginning of the scenes dialog or at the end? Where in the episode ARE WE?

Has Chat Noir made a public statement about it that Ladybug didn't like prior to this or is the mood in general already so tense because Ladybug is upset that the public doesn't stop pushing the Ladynoir relationship even though she already stated her feelings on the matter? Is it both? Neither??

Was Alya involved with the "Nomination as the couple of the year" with her Ladyblog (which would also make this the episode where Alya finally talks with Marinette about Ladynoir. Because that girl was a huge Ladynoir shipper prior to finding out) or was the nomination done entirely different? Because if Alya was involved its fair to say that she took part in setting Marinette off here. And paralleling to this we don't know if something happened to Adrien prior because that boy is seriously spiraling again and he's using alarmingly specific word choices.

What lesson will the episode have? Ladybugs trust and fondness for Chat Noir only seemed to have grown in the episodes we got from afterwards, but Adriens view of Ladybug only continues to get warped into worse shape by the miscommunication and lack OF communication. And if Alya was truly involved in getting Ladynoir nominated is this conflict the point where Alya also learns to not mendel with Ladynoir anymore?

If this is truly episode 15 then "Sentibubbler" came right before this, which is the episode that included Chat Blanc into Marinettes nightmare. How much weight has Chat Blanc in this? Because that's kinda important.

Etc etc etc

Look, normally I really try to not be a bitch about leaks but I just know how this one will be received by Salters. It's the freaking JACKPOT for these Volks.

Im just annoyed that official sources have once again created a situation that will make the Fandom experience worse. It'll be everywhere now until the actual episode aired and even then the negativity it caused won't leave entirely :/

[kuronanox]

I can’t let go-Nozel

(Authors note: This may be angst or maybe not haha I've been in the mood! Also I've been a huge ass simp for Fuegoleon and Nozel! Help I can't like them both)

"I can't stand the sight of commoners talking to royals like it's their business." Nozel sneers in disgust as him, Fuegoleon and (Your Name) stood all side by side and watched the party go on in the ballroom.

"I'm basically a commoner!" (Your Name) tells Nozel with a grin as he rolled his eyes. She wore a regal dark green dress and her hair was curled elegantly. The shining gold around her neck and ears. She was definitely royalty to him.

"Adopted into royalty." He said in a matter of fact. "So it makes you royal." He adds ignoring the way she looked at him with amusement.

"You just won't admit you like a good for nothing commoner like me!" She stuck her tongue out and joined some of them into the dance floor.

"Always so harsh on your words." Fuegoleon chuckles as he watches the young teenage girl dance with some squad members.

Nozel shrugs as his braid moved along side with it. The two teens watched for a moment of silence before Fuegoleon broke the silence.

"I've been meaning to tell her about my feelings."

Nozel froze in his spot, his rival was interested in (Your Name). "Why does that matter to me." He plays it off and knits his brows growing bitter after each minute passes.

"I was just going to ask how you felt since she is technically a commoner... not that it matters to me." Fuegoleon adds with a smile of warmth staring at her as she smiled back at him with a grin and she slightly lost balanced but laughed it off.

Nozel felt jealous of how fond they were together. "I don't care what you do in your love life. It doesn't concern me."

Nozel was staring into space as he heard a knock on his office door. "Come in."

"Im sorry I needed advice." The Crimson Lion Captain says in a rush as he took a seat across from the desk. Fuegoleon looked as if he was sweating a ton and he didn't sleep that night.

"What is it?" Nozel sighs and signs off some papers he still hadn't finished.

"(Your Name) is back and I don't know what to do! I mean we've been together since we were 18 but I want to celebrate it! She's coming home after so many years!"

Nozel clutched his knees a bit and let go before rolling his eyes. "She should stay in that nonsense village and go live with those commoners she helps all the time." He adds with malice and a coldness that lingered in his heart.

Fuegoleon was silent before taking his leave. "I don't know why you are so bitter about her? Has she done you wrong in some way?"

"No." Nozel states and looks back up to his rival. "Many has done me wrong but I won't say to what it is... Now! I have a lot of paper work so if you wish to talk more nonsense to me I suggest to go to someone else."

"Well ...you are always welcome to visit her when she gets back." Fuegoleon invites Nozel before taking a leave.

"Nozel! Guess what?!" She cheerfully says to him as they walked around the kingdom doing small task for their captains.

"What is it?"

"Me and Fuegoleon are dating!"

He doesn't say a word and continues to walk, what could he say? Congratulations? I'm so happy for you? No he couldn't because that's not how he felt. As much as he despite the relationship he could never stoop so low to tell her how he felt now. It was to late.

"Are you happy?"

"Always!"

(Your Name) smelt the air of the Clover Kingdom and sighed in happiness. She was glad to be home again after being away for so long. After helping the less unfortunate and other villages she decided it was time to head home and be with the ones she loved.

Walking into the entrance of the the Crimson Lion base she spotted her favorite person in the world waiting with open arms.

She grinned as Fuegoleon looked back at her with longing eyes. She dropped her bags running towards his embrace. "I've missed you." (Your Name) whispers into his neck as he kissed her head. "I've missed you too love."

"It's been to long, I can't believe we lasted this long." She exclaimed as he picked up her bags from the floor. "I never doubted us." He tells her with a wink as they walked linked together into the base.

"(Your Name)!" Leopold yells running towards her with full speed and gives her a bear hug. She laughs and hugs the boy back. "You've grown little one!"

"Of course! I can't wait to show you how strong I've been!"

"I can't wait!" She says to him as he jumps excitingly like a little kid again. "Where's Mereoleona?" She adds.

"She wanted to come see you but you know she's doing Mereoleona things right now." Fuegoleon says slyly as they settled in.

Nozel frowned as he looked up to the Crimson Lion base. He really didn't want to see them together being all lovely dovey yet he missed her dearly. He was cold to her at times but he didn't know how to show he cared.

He wasn't surprised to see there was a spot saved for him at the table. They were close friends for a long time till she left to help the villages.

"Nozel!" She yells with excitement in her eyes as she rushed towards him and gave him a big hug. "I didn't know if you would show up!"

"Of course, I had to see this stupid girl after so many years away." He warmly smiled at her as she held his hands and grinned before showing him to his spot.

"I'm glad you came. She was asking for you." Fuegoleon tells Nozel with a happy smile. It was as if they were teenagers again.

"She really asked for me." He thought sadly with a warm feeling.

"I wrote letters but you never got back to me." She says as the banquet continued.

He hesitantly tried to say something before he made up a lie quickly. "I'm sorry, I don't think I ever got them."

It happened at the young age of 24 Nozel was starting to get tired of his endless emotions he felt for (Your Name). He was on a night walk to clear his thoughts when he heard familiar giggles from ahead of him.

"Stop! Someone might see us!" She tells Fuegoleon as he shakes his head, chuckles and grabs her waist to pull her closer. "Shh no one will, stop screaming then." He says as she gives him a small smirk.

"I didn't think Mr.Serious could loosen up a bit."

"Stop teasing." He blushes and kisses her cheek.

Nozel was fuming with anger as he watched the two interrupt his thoughts. He wanted to escape the two only to find them acting like children.

"Let's go home and finish this then." She tells Fuegoleon and he pouts a bit wanting to see the beautiful sky that night. Ignoring her statement he pulls her into a passionate kiss to which she returns before he nods and guides her back.

"Insufferable." Nozel says bitterly as he makes way back home with a heavy heart.

"Are you okay? You've been tightly holding your fork for a while." She calmly guides him back to reality. Nozel clears his throat and continues to eat. "I'm fine, I was just thinking about a new method to train my squad."

"Well me and Fuegoleon have exciting news! We might be trying for some kids now!"

"I get Nieces and Nephews! Woohoo I'm going to be the coolest uncle!" Leopold cheers as some fire comes off of him from excitement. "How many how many?!" He begged to know.

"As much as (Your Name) will let me have." Fuegoleon respectfully says giving her hand a light squeeze as she returned the favor.

Nozel stayed silent the whole time trying hard to be happy but nothing was working. "I just forgot I have to be up early tomorrow, I will take my leave. I give you my early congratulations." He says and walks off.

"I'll see you off." Fuegoleon says and walks side by side with Nozel. There was silence between the two and it was getting uncomfortable for the both of them to break it. "Why did you lie to her?"

"I didn't lie." Nozel grits his teeth and looks forward.

"I saw her letters on your desk before."

"Why do you care so much. We are adults now, I chose who I wish to contact." Nozel says sighing in expiratation.

"I only wish you told me how you felt about her before we got together." The older man says with guilty eyes. "I would never wish you pain even though you are my rival."

"I know you knew, I didn't think you'd bring it up."

Fuegoleon stops walking ahead and watches as Nozel silhouette disappears through the night. He truly never meant to hurt his friend and companion.

Dear Nozel,

It's been so long, I'm not sure if you have gotten my letters but I reassure you that when I get back things will go back to as when we were kids! I can't wait to go on adventures with everyone again unless I plan other things back home. The village side is beautiful, I only wished you could see it too. The grass is so green and the air is so fresh compared to the kingdom. I hope you've found someone by now, a girl that can handle that attitude of yours! Hmph I know you will make her the happiest she's ever been. Over protective, cold but caring and kind. The greatest treasure someone could have would be you Nozel. Lighten up a bit and let go. I'll see you soon.

Nozel sits on his desk reading all the letter she's ever sent him and sorrowfully burns them in his fire place. Her heart was too connected to another to see how much Nozel wanted her.

Maybe he could find someone, but you don't find love you just fall into it.

(Authors note: Angst? Also please leave some characters you would like me to write!)

[chuuyas--boo]

Fic time <3.

AN; read the tags luvs.

"Riley be careful, he might hurt you again..."

Riley glanced back, her gaze locking with Eddie's under his mask. "I'll be fine, don't worry~ plus what could happen? He's probably weak at this point."

"But...he's hurt you before." Eddie was very close to the slightly taller ginger girl, and fond of her, she was always good to him.

"Trust me, Eddie. I'll be fine. If something does happen, Danny can help."

Eddie sighed and nodded. "Just...be careful..."

Riley smiled softly before going back to her floor. The revolver was already loaded, but, Riley took out all the bullets except one. And now, all she could do was wait, the grave was already dug, she'd do the headstone later, if she decides to even give him one. Those who had caused any part of her trauma hadn't gotten proper graves, she'd burned her mother alive, killed her sister on Cathy's floor which made it so she couldn't make her a grave, why would he get one? Spinning the barrel of the revolver, Riley watched him run from the other Angels, giggling like a maniac every time he got close to getting caught. Sure she wanted to kill him, but it was still funny to see him suffering.

"Ahh I bet he'd look better in a pool of his own blood..tch, not as if that's help how ugly he is."

Riley had thought of different ways she couple tortured him and killed him, but ultimately decided to borrow a revolver from Eddie, promising she'd give it back after.

While Riley seemed like a sweet girl, she was actually terrifying, giggling like she'd just seen the funniest thing ever after killing someone. Though, no ones mental state was good in that facility, so almost everyone was like that, but her sudden changes in attitude could be scary.

Her green gaze shifted to the screen, noticing he had made it to her floor. "Finally, I thought he'd never get here" Riley watched as the brunette boy; Jordan aimlessly wandered around the floor, confused and breathing heavily.

"Ahh, it couldn't have been that difficult. Especially for you...unless...you're weak."

Riley's voice echoed through the floor as she walked around in the dark, of course she knew where she was going, unlike Jordan who became even more startled.

"W-who's there?! GET OUT HERE–"

Riley giggled and circled around the boy, though still out of his line of sight.

"Who are you?"

Jordan grabbed Riley's wrist. Riley pulled her wrist away and stood right in front of him.

"I half expected you to remember me, especially since you beat me oh so many times, laughed and giggled when I'd get beaten by my family, and you tried to kill me."

Jordan's hazel gaze met Riley's piercing green gaze.

"R-Riley–?!"

"Nahhh...OF COURSE IT'S ME DUMBASS!"

"I-I'm sorry..."

"Don't lie. You're not sorry. If you were I wouldn't have a gun pointed at your head."

Jordan stumbled back, almost falling, but Riley grabbed him by the arm and yanked him towards her. "Yeahh you're not getting away like that." Riley's grip on his arm tightened every time he tried to pull away. "Stop struggling, idiot. Unless you want me to blow your brains out right now." Jordan stopped, his gaze seeming to shake with fear, Riley giggled "I guess I can see why you liked to hit me and make me cry, fear in peoples eyes is quite amusing. Especially yours, all panic stricken and afraiddd, quivering in fear~" giggling still, Riley pressed the barrel of the gun against Jordan's temple. "You have two choices, I can blow your brains out right nowww~ orrr we can play a game"

Jordan trembled violently, trying to pull away. "What g-game?"

"Oh I dunooooo..." Riley paused and smiled "Russian Roulette!~ you win, I die, just like you'd want."

"Y-yeah...that's how it works..."

"Shut up! I win, you die, and you're mine, forever."

"What do you mean by that..?"

Riley pulled the gun away from his temple and giggled "You're real dumb, huh? It doesn't matter."

"Why do you suddenly want me to be yours?!"

Riley just quietly stared at the boy "SHUT UP-"

"No! Tell me why!"

"You know exactly why! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME AND THAT YOU WOULD FOREVER! AND I SAID I'D DO THE SAME-"

Breath hitching, Riley spun the barrel, then tilted her head back, holding the barrel against her chin so that if it did end up actually shooting she'd die for sure.

"I-I DO! WAIT-"

Riley just smiled and pulled the trigger.

. . .

And nothing happened, Riley giggled "Your turn now!~ ahh you'd better hope you die from it!"

Jordan's hand grabbed Riley's, attempting to pull the gun out of her grip. "HEY– What're you doing?!"

"I didn't say YOU'D be the one to pull the trigger, after all it wouldn't be me killing you if you did. Plus it'd be more fun if I did it."

Pressing the barrel against Jordan's temple again, but before the ginger could pull the trigger, Jordan, without thinking, grabbed the girls hips and pressed his lips against hers. Riley squirmed and pulled away "WHAT THE HELL–?!" her face grew hot from embarrassment and anger.

Eddie who was watching grew slightly jealous, but also worried for the ginger girl, what if Jordan did something else...?

"I-Im sorry! I just–"

Riley smacked the boy causing him to stumble and fall, standing over him she glared at him "Don't ever touch me again. You won't get another chance anyway." Not caring about the "rules" of Russian Roulette, she spun the barrel so the slot with the bullet would be the one shot and pointed it at the trembling brunette.

"Wanna say anything else before I blow your brains out?~ mm...you'd look better in a pool of your own blood..."

Jordan could barley breath, let alone form words but he managed "I-Im sorry...I shouldn't have d–"

Riley giggled "SHUT UP YOU LITTLE LYING MANWHORE!" Without any sort of hesitation, she pulled the trigger. Blood, skull fragments, and brains splattered everywhere, on the wall, floor, even on the ginger who started giggling more, like a psychopath, her laugh was enough to send chills down the spine of even another killer, and it did, Eddie shuddered where he stood, watching the girl giggling and laughing. The sight of Jordan's body was quite gruesome, one eye hung out of its socket and the rest of that side of his face was blown off.

Sighing, Riley set the revolver on the floor, glancing at the grave she'd dug. "He'll rot too fast..." Letting out a small huff, Riley ran off and came back with an old scarf, gently pulling Jordan's body into her lap, Riley tied the scarf around his head, hiding the eye that was dangling out of its socket. After hiding the severely damaged side of Jordan's face, she carried the body towards a large freezer. "Ahh, sorry I couldn't make you look nice..." Opening the freezer, Riley sighed before gently placing the body in it. The cold would preserve it, especially in the freezer, it was alright pretty cold on her floor, but it wouldn't be cold enough. Sighing happily, the ginger left the room, Jordan was hers now.

[queenofsaltinesss]

the lion and the fox

fred weasley x female oc 

authors note: im making this into a longer fanfic on wattpad. but i wanted to post a little snippet on here to see if it was something people actually wanted to read. let me know what you think xx 

The large raindrops slammed against the library windows, creating a soft melody that floated through the otherwise quiet library. The cold rain made the large stone castle feel even colder than usual, and Nevina kept cuddling further and further into her knit sweater.

She had been sitting in the library for well over two hours, not yet noticing how the sun had went down and left the sky dark and full of clouds. She was leaning over the desk, eyes shifting back and forth between the textbook and her notes.

She had almost forgotten about the tall redhead seated across the table from her, his head also buried in a textbook. The two had never talked prior to Nevina becoming his tutor, what with her being a slytherin. It had taken Fred quite some time to get used to. He was extremely wary of her at first, but now after almost three weeks of studying together, her warm and kind energy had made him grow quite fond of her. 

“ i don't understand this” 

Nevina looked up from her notes for the first time in a while, focusing her attention on him. He was flipping through the pages of the book with a frown. She found the frown on his face quite adorable, although she would never admit it or tell him that. He was quite attractive, and well aware of it too. 

“what part?” she asked him. 

He sighed dramatically, “the whole thing about how you need to be strong and honorable to rule successfully, but how you also need to be willing to deceive and resort to the so called evil...blah blah blah” 

She tilted her head at him in a questioning matter, so he continued. 

“i mean a trustworthy leader shouldn't have to lie and deceit, it defeats the whole purpose does´nt it?”

She smiled at the way his eyebrows scrunched at the pages, like he was trying to force the book to give him the answers. He looked just about ready to give up on studying. 

“have you ever heard about Machiavelli?” she asked him, giggling at the way his face fell when he realized that she wasn't going to just give him the answer. 

“who?”

“i'll take that as a no, anyways, Machiavelli lived from 1469 till 1527 and was an official. After he was deposed, arrested and then released, he wrote “the prince”. it was about the relationship between power and law and justice” 

Fred teasingly faked a yawn, “is there a point to this?”

Nevina slapped his arm, “yes! there is! just listen for a second, in it he talks about how as a prince you must be able to take on the role of an animal. You must choose both the fox and the lion. The lion is helpless against snares and the fox can not defend itself against the wolves. One must be a fox to know and thereby deceive the snare, and be a lion to frighten the wolves. However, those who cling exclusively to the lion, set themselves up for failure”

Fred looked a lot more interested now, “so...what you're saying is that deceiving isn't necessarily lying, it's more like tricking someone to protect yourself” 

“exactly” 

He frowned, “so you do need both” 

She nodded with a smile, “right again, although you need one more than the other”

He signed once again, even deeper this time if possible, “i'm more confused now than before” 

“he also says, the one who best understood playing the fox, has done best” she explained. 

“meaning?”

“meaning, one must understand to hide the fox nature and be a master of hypocrisy and pretense, for humans are simple and conform to the needs of the moment, and the one who will deceive, will always find someone who will allow themselves to be deceived” 

Fred couldn't help but smile at the girl, “so youre the fox” 

Nevina was completely thrown off guard, now taking over the role as the confused one. “what do you mean?” 

His widening smirk made her blush involuntarily. She found herself doing that a lot around him. 

“you're the fox. You're a slytherin, but you're nice, compassionate and open, you just avoid going against the other slytherins so that you don't create conflict. You trick them into believing you're like them so they won't bug you” 

“i'm not afraid of them if that's what you think” she bit at him slightly, a pink blush still lingering on her cheeks from his compliments. 

“that's not what i meant. What i mean is, you're smart enough to not fake it completely and be their friend. But you also know that going against someone like malfoy and arguing with him and his idiot friends, won't get you anything but disappointed. You just tiptoe gracefully along the line, not crossing it to either side” 

Nevina moped slightly, never having met someone who could figure her out so easily. She especially didn't expect it from fred weasley, who always seemed to be goofing around so much that she didn't think he paid attention to those things. Her moping turned into a smile at the triumphant look that spread across his face. 

She finally found her voice, “and you don't see that as a bad thing?” 

“why should i? like i said, you're not a cruel person and you've never acted like one” 

She shrugged, tilting her face back towards the table and trying to keep herself from melting completely, “i guess that's open for perception, i just uhm, thought the theory applied” 

He leaned closer to her, lowering his voice “so...if youre the fox, am i the lion?”

She faced him again, not missing the way he gulped, eyes flickering between hers, “i don't know weasley, you think i could trick you?” 

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Authors note - again -: Ihhhhh i really hope people will like this

[lia-the-potato05]

Revenge

Reader (Ler) x Jungkook (Lee)

Description: Jungkook loves scaring the crap out of you and you just had enough of it. After an interesting information you heard from Jimin you decided to take revenge

Author: Eyyy I'm back...with another fic. I feel like this is a mess because I didnt even bother to proofread this (Im hella lazy sorry mate). Uhm anyways let's get on with the fic

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"Boo!" You turned back and screamed, falling to the ground scared as hell after you saw a scary clown infront of you.

"Haha got you!" The clown then removed his mask revealing your best friend Jungkook "Oh my gosh have you seen your face? That was Hilarious" He started laughing his ass off

"Ugh!" You grunted as you stood up fixing yourself "Jungkook!" You screamed at him

Jungkook ignored you and continued laughing as he turned around, walking away from you.

"That f*cking prick" You said through gritted teeth.

Jungkook just recently knew how easily scared you get. And because he is known as the Evil Maknae he has been scaring you every now and then. He was a fond of your reaction when you get scared. You were extremely annoyed of his doings and worst of all he manages to get away from it aswell

•••

Up until now you were still upset with what Jungkook has been doing to you. Your arms were crossed and frustration was written all over your face. "Y/N are you ok?" You turned your head to owner of the Voice which was Jimin's.

"I'm good" You said. Knowing it was a lie Jimin sat himself next to you

"C'mon Y/N I'm your friend, I know you better than that. Now tell me what's wrong"

You sighed "It's nothing, really...Just so f*cking annoyed with that muscle bunny!" you slammed your fist against the table in front of you startling Jimin

"Chill" Jimin said

"How can I?! Ugh! He does it all the damn time! and gets away with it aswell" You pouted with your arms crossed

"Since we're friends I might have something that can surely help you" You tilted your head in confusion. Jimin then gestured you to come closer for him to whisper something into you ear.

After hearing what Jimin has said a smirk formed on your face as began mentally planning your revenge on Jungkook

Oh Jeon Jungkook you are so gonna get what's coming for you

•••

It was a Saturday morning. Jimin has given you an extra key to Jungkook's apartment. You entered his place and found him asleep like you expected him to be. You were lucky he was the type of person who wakes up late aswell. Perfect for you to continue your plan

You cleared out his bed making sure only Jungkook was on top if it. You then positioned him into an X position (which was hard by the way because he had an odd sleeping position and he was hella heavy). You then took out the straps tying his wrists and ankles to the bed post making sure he wouldn't be able to move once he woke up.

Once that was done. You took out items from your bag such as Feathers, Baby Oil and an electric toothbrush. After everything was all set all you have to do now is to wait for the muscle bunny to wake up. I mean you can start right now if you wanted too but where's the fun in that? You wanted to see his reaction first.

•••

After what felt like years (it was only an hour actually) Jungkook finally woke up. The boy tried pulling his arms down only to find them stuck above his head "What the f*ck?" He tugged on both his arms and ankles only to find out that he was strapped

Jungkook turned to his side to see you sleeping on his study table. "Y/N!"

His yelling suddenly woke you "Huh what?" You said, you wiped the drool off your mouth, letting out a yawn then stretched a little. "Oh your finally awake" You looked at Jungkook with a smile

"What the hell is this Y/N?!" Jungkook asked glaring at you

"Why that's my revenge dear friend" You stood up walking towards him

"You know if you wanted to f*ck me you could have just asked" You looked at the smirking bunny in disbelief after hearing his snarky remark.

"Eww no, What I had in mind for you is something different" You smirk back at him "Just you wait"

Without further a do you then sat on stomach. "You sure you don't plan on f*cking me?"

"You pervert!" You slapped him, not too hard though and he just laughed at your reaction "Oh laugh all you want, I'm gonna make sure of it"

You took out the baby oil and started rubbing it against his exposed stomach (He was shirtless). "Nice revenge there" You rolled your eyes at him, you ignored what he said and continued on

Once you finished you took out a feather. Jungkook looked at you now aware what this little revenge you planned is all about. But he is Jungkook the Golden Maknae he does not show fear well...that failed today

"What's wrong Kook? Afraid of a feather?" You smirked at him. It didn't start but I know this will be so much fun

"What? No! It's just a feather what's there to be afraid of?" The maknae said with confidence laced in his voice but oh how nervous he felt inside. I am so gonna regret this later on

You raised your eyebrows at him expecting that kind of attitude "Ok, then you won't mind me doing this then" You then slowly dragged the feather around his toned stomach drawing random patterns

Jungkook started biting his lip trying to hide his laughter. But it was so damn hard, it felt too ticklish.

"What's with the face Jungkook? You seem rather ticklish" You smirked

"I am not ticklish!" He yelled

"Oh I see" You then stood up

Jungkook thought it was over but boy was he wrong. He suddenly felt you rubbing oil over his foot. "I wonder what will happen if I do this?" You said wiggling your fingers on his bare sole.

"S-stop that!" Jungkook said a small giggle escaping his mouth. His eyes widened after realising it

"What's that? Is that a giggle I heard?"

"Nope, you heard nothing! You're just crazy!" He spat out making you gasp

"Well that wasn't nice, we can't let that slip now can we" You started using your nails scratching his bare two feet fastly.

Jungkook balled up his hands into fist, eyes tightly shut trying his best to bare it "C'mon Kook laugh for me" You teased

And just like that he realized he couldn't take it any longer so he decided to let it out "Oohohohohokaaayyy I'm tihihihihihicckliiisshhh nohohohoww pleheheheheaaseee stopppp!" He laughed loudly wiggling around the bed like a mad man. He tried tugging on his ankles to escape your wiggling fingers but sadly it stayed in place

"I know you are sweetie, look at how well you are reacting. But this is just the beginning" You finally stopped tickling his feet as you then went to get the electric toothbrush, two electric toothbrushes

"Now Y/N let's not have any of that please! I'm sorry! I won't mess with you again" Jungkook pleaded

"Hm let me think for a second" You said looking up, tapping your chin as if your thinking "Nahhh I'm having so much fun I don't think I wanna stop" You then turned on the two electric toothbrush with an evil smile as you went to his feet again using the electric toothbrush on them.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO" He let out a cackly laugh as he began wiggling once again wanting to escape.

Already having enough with his feet you then positioned yourself back to sitting on his stomach and roaming the electric brushes around his upper body, from his sides to his tummy then to his ribs. At this point Jungkook's face was red as a tomato and warm tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Because you are so kind you turned the two electric toothbrushes off and set them at the side. Allowing Jungkook to have a quick break.

You watch Jungkook catch his breath heavily panting "My my Jungkook you are the most ticklish person I have ever met, Even Jimin can't beat your level of ticklishness (it's not a real word but eh😂)"

"I've never been tickled this much before" He said

"Yeah? I bet you enjoyed it"

"Did not!" Jungkook lied. He unexpectedly enjoyed it. He didn't know why but he just did. Of course there is no way his gonna admit that.

"You know there's this one spot I haven't tried yet" You smirked, you decided to use your fingers this time. To tease him you started wiggling your fingers  above his face then slowly you bring it down to a specific area

Jungkook realised where your fingers were going. He looked at you in horror "No Y/N! Don't you dare!"

"Oh I do"

"Y/N no no no no no n-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" You were now tickling Jungkook's armpits. And so far you received the best reaction out of the other areas you tickled

Jungkook was harshly tugging on the straps and head shaking side to side "IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCCHHH" Jungkook screamed through laughter

You giggled "I can see that"

It's been 20 since you were torturing his armpits, poking them, scratching them, using the tickle tools on them."I cahahahahan't tahahahake it aanymohohohore"

"Almost done!" You blew raspberry on his left armpit

"Stohohohohop" Then u blew again on his right armpit "Pleheheheheaaseee"

"Last but not least" You said then did a final blow to his tummy. Jungkook's laughed has now turned silent.

After that was over you then untied hus wrists and ankles.

Jungkook was extremely exhausted. His hair was messy, he was sweating, his tummy was hurting from laughing, his cheeks were hurting from smiling a lot. but nonetheless he still he enjoyed.

"Hey Look Listen..." He looked at you scratching his nape "I'm sorry for scaring you the past few days, I have totally learned my lesson and I wont do it again"

"Don't worry I already forgive you" You smiled at him

"I-I don't like like admitting this but you're right...I did enjoyed it" You looked at him surprised.

"Really now?" You grinned at him with your eyebrows raised "Guess I have to do it more often then"

Maybe you should

[worfianism]

Saudi Arabian GP 2023 thoughts

Uno what I'm so proud of lewis. He made those mediums LAST, he gained two positions, and he actually was it looked like keeping pace with those v old mediums even towards the end. George also did well like he did pick up the pace after that first bit with the hards once he was told he'd have to and they decided on the race strategy on his side of the garage and he had a great drive so I'm pleased with both the merc boys. Mercedes should have told lewis to push at the end though, if fernando was going to get a penalty at the end it was previously established (estie bestie in bahrain) that it would have been a 10 sec pen and lewis was in the end 10.2 seconds from nando so he absolutely should have been told to push.

An aside about the team orders drama which actually doesnt seem to have existed in the first place: george wasn't given team orders so he wasnt actually doing anything wrong because he did indeed pick up the pace once he was told he would have to and hes obviously pleased with the p3, lewis said George's p3 was amazing and he sounded better about his own performance than yesterday too so things seem relatively good on Lewis's side too, i also dont think the "nothing to do with me" comment is as shady as everyone seems to think coz it legit is nothing to do with him, like george got p3 on merit (and Fernando's bad luck) not because theres been much development on the car that lewis could have helped with so its not the same sort of team effort achievement that brazil was (not that im taking anything away from George's drive there either i just think it felt like a team win to everyone at merc including lewis) and like lewis is still his competitor so like I dont think it was so much a dig at george as it was just him being frustrated with his own race a little coz as well as he did he knows it could have gone better so I won't lie I'm still not that worried about Lewis and George's working relationship. I dont know if thats naive or not but like I'd rather not conjure up a fight that doesn't exist right now.

Yuki doing amazing today as well! Nearly got that point but he just missed out but he's made so much progress!

Poor Alex and lance :(((( safety car was odd af but fia shenanigans expected.

Oscar tho making his tyres last 49 laps and then doing a double overtake with them on lap 49???? I love that.

I feel like it'd be remiss to not mention max and Charles as well (not that I had any doubt that max would be on the podium today, hes obviously very talented but also the rb did cut through the field like butter and i will say i was disappointed we didnt actually get at least a nando max fight) but Charles was a pleasure to watch as he was climbing the field and its a shame that he wasn't really given a chance to get further ahead.

And well. Fernando losing his 100th podium after the fact is very fernando. And I think he was cursed inadvertently by one Monaco based YouTuber

Also im fond of checo so good win for him

Anyway another race done. Praying for improvement for the mercs.

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather Chapter 29: Worst Man At The Wedding

A little smut

Since I went over to Nikki's place that night when he broke down and started crying I haven't spoken to him. I didn't know what to say to him when he asked to be my boyfriend. There was a mixture of feelings there. I really like Nikki but the only things that are stopping me is the drugs, my family, and Tamara. They will never allow me to have anything to do with Nikki.

On another note today is Tommy and Heather's wedding. Jess is coming with me. I had to tell her to lie to Tamara and say were going out together. There was no way I could tell her about the wedding she would flip. But Jess said she would only do it if she could come. So I was all for it. I wrapped my present up and we headed out. The wedding was being held in a courtyard in Santa Barbara. Tommy looked handsome in his white leather Tuxedo and Heather looked absolutely beautiful with her white strapless dress. There were about five hundred guests here. We took our seats and the wedding began.

Nikki was standing at the altar and he didn't look good. In fact he looked like a mess. I felt sorry for him he wasn't the same Nikki I met back in 1984. He was changing and it was for the worst. He was completely emaciated, he kept getting up to go to the bathroom and then would come back and start nodding off during the ceremony. He was suppose to be Tommy's best man but instead he was the worst man.

After the wedding the reception began. I got up to greet Tommy and Heather. I introduced Jess to them and made sure to give Tommy a death stare so that he wouldn't reveal any of my past discrepancies to her. I also introduced her to Vince and Mick. She asked how I knew them and I had to just say through Heather. Me and Jess sat at a table eating cake and talking.

"That guy can't keep his eyes off you." She nodded her head. I looked up and saw Nikki sitting at a table in front of me with Nicole. Both of them looked like they were trying to keep there eyes open, but Nikki looked worse off than she did.

"He looks familiar, like I've seen him some where before." She furrowed her brows.

"Mmm no we haven't." I quickly respond.

"Wasn't he in London...remember when we were in the elevator and that guy came in and said you looked like a hall cunt or slut." She points out.

Ugh why does she have good memory.

"Um no I don't remember." I shook my head.

Nikki all of a sudden was trying to stand up. He used the table as support to stand up and slowly started making his way towards me. He was stumbling and wobbling and started holding the chairs as support. I was praying he would just walk passed or fall down. He stood in front of our table and leaned over and smiled.

"Hi can we help you?" Jess asked him.

"I was wondering if I could have a dance with Iman?" Nikki asked.

Jess put her arm around me like she was protecting me from Nikki. "Um I don't think that's a good idea. She said with a worried voice.

Nikki sighed and looked at me hurt. "It's just one dance." He says sadly.

I got up and Jess grabbed my arm. "Its ok Jess I'm fine." I mumbled. I walked around and walked towards Nikki. He turned to me and intertwined his hand in mine and we walked to the dance floor. I noticed that he was sweating constantly and his skin was pure yellow. He looked like he was about to pass out any minute.

"You look breathtaking princess." He said taking my arms and wrapping them around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. He tightly held on to me like I was going to run away.

"Thank you. I spoke softly. "You don't look good Nikki."

"I'm fine." He tensed up.

I rolled my eyes. "Are you? Really Nikki? Cause you look like death. I watched you nod off during the ceremony and excuse yourself multiple times. Was that so you can go to the washroom and shoot up?" I said bitterly.

"I don't wanna talk about it. So drop it." I heard the agitation in his voice.

"Is your girlfriend shooting up too?" I raised my brows.

"Mani stop." He growled.

"No I won't! What is it that your shooting up Nikki? Why are you doing this to your self?"

"Mani shut the fuck up!" He raised his voice and pushed me.

"Hey ass hole don't put your hands on her!" Jess yelled running over to me.

People were staring at me and Nikki on the dance floor. I shook my head and walked away from him.

"Mani!" He called out to me.

I started walking to the parking lot I wanted to just leave and get as far away from him as possible.

"Um excuse me Miss." A gentlemen called to Jess making her stop walking and turn around to speak with him.

I kept walking to the car knowing that she would just meet me here. Nikki came stumbling behind me and pulled my arm for me to face him.

"Iman please I'm sorry." He pleaded.

"You need help Nikki your drugged out at your best friends wedding. Your suppose to be the best man and you let Tommy down!" I raised my voice. I tried to turn away from him but he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. I looked into his eyes and could tell that he was on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Iman please let's just talk about us. I don't want to loose you or having a chance to be with you. I know I need help but it's hard." He starts tearing up.

"Stop making excuses." I said with a stern voice and pushing his hands off of me. "Your a grown man and have the power to do anything you want to. Did you not create the band Motley Crue?" I turned and leaned against Jess's car shaking my head. "Your only going to kill yourself Nikki."

Jess came running over to her car. "Hey let's get going." I walked over to the passengers side of the car with Nikki following behind me. "Princess." He called grabbing arm. He cupped my cheeks in his hand and leaned towards my face. "I'll kick this if means I still have a chance with you." He leans in and gives me a long needy kiss on my lips. I pulled away and turn my head away from him and get into the car and we drive away.

We sit in the car in silence neither of us wanting to say anything about what just happened. Jess now knew my secret which was Nikki and the rest of the Motley boys.

"You know it will never happen between you and Nikki." She raises her bows.

I didn't say anything. I just looked out the window wishing I could go back to Canada. Things were now getting complicated and I don't know how it even gotten to this point.

"Here." She pulls a paper out of her pocket and hands it to me. "You know the guy who called me over. He's Motley Crue's tour manager Rich Fisher. He says he would like you to call a man named Doc Mcghee."

I opened the paper up and saw a number on it. I remember meeting him back stage at the theater of pain tour. What did he want to talk to me about?

"I think you should call him. According to him Nikki told him that he has been doing heroin."

"Heroin!" My eyes went wide and I was shocked. Heroin isn't something that you can just shake off easily. I didn't think he would go that far. "Yeah...yeah I'll call him later on."

"Iman." She called out to me.

"Yes."

"Nikki is bad news so I think you should stay away from him." She warned.

When I got back to the house. Jess and Tamara immediately started talking about the pretend places that we went to and business. I walked into the room and collapsed on my bed without even taking any of my things off. I sat back up and opened up the peice of paper that she gave me. I picked up the phone in my room and dialed the number.

"Hello Doc Mcghee speaking."

"H...hi this is Iman Darlington. Your tour manager said I should call you regarding Nikki?"

"Yes im glad you called. Were going to have an intervention for him and I would like you to be there. I know Nikki is fond of you and I'm sure you want the same thing for him to get off of drugs."

Today Doc, Doug, I and a guy named Bob Timmons who is a counselor for addicts were heading over to Nikki's place for an intervention. I asked a lot of questions because I have never done an intervention before. I was also nervous about going too, because I didn't know how Nikki would feel with us ambushing him. He's a hot head and he gets aggressive when ever things don't go his way. Plus he's the type of guy that likes control.

"Just tell me the day and I will be there."

____

We pulled up to the gates by his home. And I must say the house is very nice. The last time I came here it was night time so I couldn't really see anything. Doc pressed the buzzer and we waited for Nikki to respond.

"Hello!"

"Hey Sixx its Doc open up."

"What the fuck do you want?"

I almost laughed when he said that.

"Open the gate Sixx!" He yelled.

Nikki opened the gate and we drove in. Doc and Doug got out of the car and headed up Nikki's steps. As I was about to open my door Bob stopped me. "Uh wait Iman, your not going to come out. I need you to wait in here ok."

"Oh I thought I was going to be apart of it?" I asked with confusion.

"You are, your going to play a big part." He smiled. He then opened the door, got out, and headed in.

I sat in the car for about 3 hours. I thought to my self that this is complete BS. I was on a break from working and instead of me laying by the pool side, eating ice cream, hanging out with friends, and doing the best thing ever which is shopping. I'm sitting in the back seat of Motley Crues managers car waiting for Nikki Sixx to come out and get checked into rehab. What the hell!

I heard the door open and saw Doug come out and walk towards the car. He opened the door and told me to come out. I got out of the car and he looked completely stressed out.

He sighed, "alright Iman he's all yours."

"Uuum ok. Am I suppose to do something?" I questioned.

"Your going to do what you do best with him." He walked ahead of me and I followed behind him. Not sure of what I was getting into. I stood by the door and listened to Nikki swearing and yelling. His usual word which was "fuck off" or "fuck you" was all I could hear him say.

Doug finally opened the door and let me walk in. The place was trashed and Nikki was throwing things around. Nicole was sitting on the couch high as a kite clearly, Bob was standing up trying to clam Nikki down, and Doc was yelling back at Nikki.

"I'm not fucking going! Fuck you get the fuck outta my house now!" Nikki shouted.

"Nikki we can help you ok you just need to calm down please." Bob spoke calmly.

"Nikki your going and you don't have a choice! So stop acting like a child throwing a tantrum!" Doc yelled.

Nikki then turned to charge at Doc but saw me by the door looking shocked and scared. His eyes started to soften and he started sniffling and his breathing started to hitch. I slowly walked towards him and put my hand on his cheek and started to caress it.

"Look Nikki I've been where you are and you need help. We didn't mean to do this to you but your a drug addict and we need to get this under control. You and Nicole." Bob spoke up.

"You need to calm down ok." I spoke calmly. He burst into tears and fell on his knees and wrapped his arms around me shoving his face on my stomatch. I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed the top of his head several times to let him know I'm here for him.

______

Nikki kept his red eyes on me and held onto my hands. "Nikki." I called him. "You need this." I spoke with a stern voice.

"I don't....I don't want to loose you." He started to sob.

"If you don't go, you will loose me. For good Nikki. I won't be with a drug addict." I warned him. He nodded his head in agreement, "ok I'll go." He said with a shakey voice.

I looked over at Nicole hoping that she would go to. "What about you?" I asked her. She looked up at me and nodded her head on agreement as well.

"Alright start packing some bags." Bob got up and walked with Doug and Doc over to the side. Nicole got up and headed to the room to start packing.

"Will you be waiting for me when I get out?" Nikki mumbled.

"I will, and I'll also be so proud of you." I smiled while brushing his hair.

3 days later....

Since Nikki went to rehab I gave Bob my number to call me if he needed anything and I took his. Of course I told him he had to call me at certain times cause of Tamara. I got a brochure from the rehab center and I wanted to take it to Lisa in hope's that she would consider going. But every time I called or went over to her place her parents would tell me she wasn't there. I figured it's because she just didn't want to see me.

I went shopping today with Rachel which is usually a cure for me when I'm stressed. We decided to head back to my place and just have a girls night. Tamara of course loved the idea when I told her that. She loved Rachel and me hanging together. We were driven back to the condo and started taking our stuff out of the limo.

"So crazy people live in your condo?" She laughed.

"What do you mean?" I turned to face her.

"Look at that guy in his hospital gowned his ass is sticking out and he's holding onto a guitar." She chuckled.

I looked closer and saw that it was Nikki. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. He's suppose to be in rehab! What the fuck! I started sweating not just on my face but my armpits and everywhere else. Oh God why do these things always happen when Rachel is around? It's like my life is just heading into a downward spiral. I didn't want to have to deny knowing Nikki again, I realized how bad it affected him and how much pain it caused him. I had to somehow get rid of her. Cause I know Nikki sure as hell was not going anywhere.

"Oh my God I need to take a picture of that." She pulled out her Polaroid camera and pointed it in his direction. This might end a good friendship but it has to be done. I slapped her camera on the ground and it smashed hitting the floor.

"What the fuck Iman!" She yelled. "What the fuck is your problem!?"

"Sorry it was an accident." I pleaded.

"God that camera was expensive." She argued.

"I'll get you a new one." I argued back. "Um look I have a couple things that I have to do so we need to cancel today."

"What!" She screamed. "I thought we were going to have a girls night?"

I groaned, "I know I'm sorry but I have to cancel."

She rolled her eyes and got back into the limo cursing under her breath. I waited for the limo to drive away and then speed walked with my bags in hand ready to beat the crap out of Nikki with them.

"Why are you not in rehab Nikki!" I yelled.

"Becasue I don't wanna be. Fuck that place I'm not going back!" He shouted.

I was about to shout at him again when I noticed some of the Tennant's in the building were walking in and out watching me and Nikki. I shoved some bags in Nikki's hand and told him to follow me upstairs. I slammed the door shut and was ready to give Nikki a piece of my mind.

"Nikki you promised you would do this." I grumbled.

"I know and I wanted to, but they were trying to brainwash me with God and all that shit." He argued.

I clenched my jaw and started walking towards Nikki ready to punch him. But I stopped when the phone rang. I walked towards the phone and answered it.

"Hello!" I said with an agitated voice. It was Bob Timmons he was calling to let me know that Nikki had escaped and he was looking for him. I told Bob he was here and gave him my adress so he could come and pick Nikki up. I hung up the phone and looked over at Nikki. He sat on the couch with his hospital gown on, legs crossed on the table, guitar on the couch and remote in hand. He was truly adorable I couldn't lie.

"Are you hungry?"

He turned to me and smiled, "very."

I walked to the kitchen to look for something to make him. I wanted something that was easy and quick cause who knows how long he went with out food. I grabbed a package of noodles and decided to make it with red peppers. It wouldn't take long to make. And that would keep him busy till Bob got here.

As I was cutting the red peppers I felt his arms snake around my waist. I felt his breathing on the back of my neck and his lips start to slowly lick and kiss it as well. I started to breath faster when his fingers moved slowly moved up my thighs and went underneath my dress. I felt goosebumps all over my body and I dropped the knife and raised one arm over my head to wrap it around his neck to brush his hair. His hands moved up my stomatch to my breasts where he lightly rubbed on my nipples. He winced as I gipped his hair in response to his touch. I turned my head to the side to face him as he turned his down to look at me.

He wasted no time in pressing his lips against mine. It was a delicate kiss. He pulled away to look at me and then kissed me again but deeply. His hand moved from my nipples all the way down to my panties. He pulled away again to pull down my panties. I turned around to face him I could feel the wetness between my legs and started feeling extremely tight down there as well. He picked me up and sat me down on the counter. He pulled off his hospital gowned leaving him completely naked. His cock was as hard as stone. He pulled my waist forward a bit and took his cock in his hand.

"Nikki don't." I breathlessly say putting my hand on his chest.

"I won't princess." He whispered to me. "I just want you to have a taste." He put the tip of his cock against my pussy hole and slowly moved it around in circles. He started groaning and gripping my hair tight like he wanted to shove it right inside of me. But he knew he had to control himself. "Look how wet you are princess. Your pussy wants me." He growled in my ear.

It was driving me mad what he was doing. My breath was hitched, my body was sweating, and my pussy definitely needed Nikki to fuck it. He pulled his cock away and crouched down so his face was between my legs. "Now it's my turn to have a taste." He cooed. He licked his lips and started kissing my inner thigh.

Ring Ring

The phone started ringing and I came back to my senses. I kicked Nikki, hopped off the counter, and ran to the phone. I answered it feeling flushed and hot. I put the phone down and walked back to Nikki who was leaning on the counter scowling at me. Did I forget to mention that he was still naked. God he's hot.

"Bob's coming up, he's going to take you home." I said out of breath.

"Oh why?" He groaned

"Because you still need to get cleaned Nikki." I walked towards him and picked up his gown and handed it to him.

"Are you angry with me?" He asks taking the gown from me and putting it on.

"No." I assured him. A knock came at the door and I walked over to open it up. "Hi Bob." I smiled at him.

"Iman nice to see you." He walked and looked at Nikki. "Mr. Sixx we have a lot to talk about and have a lot to do ok."

"I'm not going back there Bob." He huffed and crossed his arms.

"Ok how about at least we get you home and we talk. We'll work something out ok." He calmly speaks.

Nikki nodded in agreement. And walked towards the couch to grab his guitar.

"We'll call you when we get back to his place ok." Bob says as he pats my arm. "Nik I'll be in the hall way." And walks out the door.

I turn to Nikki and he walks over to me. He has a big smile plastered over his face. "Are you going to come over when I'm sober?" He asked.

"Of course I will." I say wrapping my arms around his neck.

"So that means I get to keep these." He lifts up my panties. "Until your ready to get them back."

My eyes went wide, "Nikki Sixx give me those now!" I yell trying to grab them from him. He runs out into the hall way and I chase after him yelling for him to give me my panties. Bob is holding onto the elevator door shaking his head while waiting for Nikki.

"Nikki I-" I'm cut off with Nikki pressing his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and he warps his around my waist. He picks me up so my feet are dangling off the ground. And he deepens the kiss. He pulls away and his expression on his face changes.

"Are you still mine?" He whispers.

"Always." I reply.

He puts me down and gives me another peck on the lips. He walks into the elevator and smiles at me. We both watch as it closes separating us for the time being.