#and acting like the smuggest bitch ever

[ohanny]

dangerous romance: main couple mania ep. 1

so i love how sailom's instroduction is this is a budgeting king, in debt eating stolen rice porridge. he has a very pre-kinn broke ass porsche-chay dynamic with his brother (?) which is very sweet and also means it won't last five minutes.

oh okay so we get this ship sailing with a wall slam and a classic "do you understand my father funds your scholarship you poor piece of trash" and alksdflkfj

i know i am supposed to see sailom as the victim but he is like full on pete-ing this. he never breaks eye contact. he is like daring kanghan to escalate with his entire body and kanghan did not just go full "since you're my class mate i will be generous and forgive you if you get down on your knees" like that is a) spicy as fuck what the hell and b) going to backfire so hard

HE DID NOT JUST BOW 90 DEGREES JUST TO SPIT ON KANGHAN'S SHOES AND WALK AWAY WITH A SMIRK

he is puzzled by both sailom's actions and by what is happening inside his uniform shorts

honestly, kanghan is the villain here but i struggle to take him seriously as the bad guy because perth a) always looks like he is about five seconds away from bursting into tears and b) has bangs that form a literal heart. no matter how nasty kanghan tries to be - and he tries a lot - the inherent bitch baby-ness just shines through.

literal heart bangs what did i say

this entire car shop sequence is just pure gold for so many reasons. 1. kanghan shows up in his business leather pants looking like he walked off the set of enhypen's blessed-cursed music video and he's driving a mercedes. like honestly, with all that talk i was expecting a lamborghini. 2. sailom's boss actually like... needing some evidence instead of just bending over backwards to please a rich client 3. sailom fucking uno reversing that credit card sneak and humiliating kanghan with the smuggest lil good boy smile and THAT is why chimon is the ultimate snake-cat like he has a face made for scheming.

i am really loving sailom because he keeps his head, is really resourceful and will not take any shit. boy does not hesitate to drag this bastard for filth every chance he gets, beating kanghan in his own game without ever stepping down from the high road.

ooh, we are meeting kanghan's family and they are... both not as trash but also as trash as i expected? like i kinda thought more mafia vibes but if laws of attraction - and real life - has taught me anything it is that politicians are garbage.

on the surface his dad seems almost a jolly good fellow but the conversation with this random girl just confirmed there is something so much darker lurking under the surface. as much as it hurts to have a hyper critical parent, having one who has seemingly completely given up on you can be just as bad.

he's basically been called stupid twice in under five minutes. someone save him.

sailom will not be fooled by a shady ass phone call and neither will he leave a friend behind. this boy will not be distracted by tits with a side of toast. he is a man on a mission.

the way i gasped when i saw this court set up and i have so many questions. do the students just have a cardboard gotham in the basement or - based by the fact we see loose boxes and a shopping cart - did kanghan build this just to prove how big his dick is to sailom ???

chimon's acting is honestly a+ and he is carrying this show. the tension! the absolute rage that is bleeding through! the way he doesn't have to go big with gestures and expressions to convey everything sailom is feeling perfectly - and not just that. you know what sailom is feeling AND you can see his brain working.

kanghan, sweetie, you might want to take a moment and reflect on your obsession with getting this boy out of his clothes and making him kneel.

not gonna lie, i kinda saw this move coming because tropes but god was it satisfying :D the reactions of kanghan and sailom's friends are hilarious (10/10 i am evil tea, he totally ships it) and then the camera pans and you can see all these bystanders just standing stock still, filming giving major horror movie vibes and aaaaaaah

side notes:

i love how his best friend is just "auto." like his parents were "we are poor, naming the kid a vehicle will be fine. no need to bring brands into it."

auto's mom is an actual queen

the teachers are so fucking infuriating but also, that is kind of a sad truth? even when it's not like RICH rich people involved. like for too many adults, it is easier to it off as kids being kids and boys being boys over having to deal with the why and the parents and the drama of it all.

i was bullied in school so like this bubble tea waterboarding makes me feel some type of way? like some of the bullying is very oof-spicy-trope but a lot of it is actually cruel and i really wouldn't recommend this show to anyone who gets triggered by stuff like school violence.

[red-letter-imagines]

Reaction When You Suck on Their Tongue Part 1 (Draken & Haitani Ran)

Ryuguji “Draken” Ken: 

It started out as something your friend saw on a magazine. She showed it to you behind her favorite cherry blossom tree-an article giving tips on how to kiss better, headlined with big red letters atop the page. There were illustrations of red-lipped women sucking faces with a man, and even step-by-step instructions on how to perform said techniques. 

Now, you thought yourself above all of that. After all, you managed to snatch the heart of Toman’s Vice President, the infamous “Draken”, without consulting any of these lewd literature. You told your friend this, yet just as you stood your ground as an upstanding teenage citizen, she asks you this:

Don’t you wanna take control for once? You faltered, and that was all it took for her to chip away at your resolve. Draken had always taken the lead in your relationship. It came as no surprise; he’s led men into battle, after all. In his own unique way he took good care of you, even if he often acted aloof with the people he held dear. Your friend knew well that you’d been racking your brain on how to reciprocate those affections, and to her this might be one of the best ways to do it. 

So here you are now, atop his beloved Zephyr and kissing him with all the passion you could muster. Draken often took you on rides around the city at random, sometimes upon your request. The cool whistling wind always calmed you both down and brought about a mood that never failed to warm your chest. This time, you asked him to drive you around under the guise of being stressed from school. He was at your door in less than five minutes, smile already rousing the butterflies in your stomach. 

He stopped when you reached the riverside, the city’s noise a faint murmur in your ears. Draken’s hands are hot on your hips, his warmth seeping even through the Toman jacket he wrapped around you. Your lips met his in short bursts, tongues meeting briefly before parting. You scoot closer to him, fingers ghosting down his dragon tattoo. Trying to recount the instructions on that damned magazine, you move a hand down his jaw and stroke the skin. 

He sighs, and unconsciously opens his mouth a little wider. Carefully you usher his tongue further with yours and close your lips around it. Draken groans from the back of his throat when you start softly suckling on it, just like you would a popsicle on a hot summer day. The arm at your lower back pulls you into his embrace, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks. Pride flares within your heart at his fervent touches, a heat you’ve never quite felt before spreading to the rest of your body. 

A giggle stops at your throat when he chases your lips after parting. You’re both out of breath, chests rising and falling as one. He pushes your head under his chin, and you could feel his racing heart under your cheek. He says nothing still, but when you look up his cheeks are near crimson and there’s a giant grin on his face. You bite one back yourself. 

Maybe that magazine wasn’t so bad, after all. 

Haitani Ran:

Being in a relationship with one of the smuggest bad boys in Japan is just as exhausting as it is exciting. Ran loves to keep you on your toes, whether it came to dates or little pranks, with little to no moderation. You often told him that you’d die of a heart attack one of these days, and he’d just brush it off with one of his languid, yet loving smiles. 

It’s unfair how much of an effect he has on you, and how it often left you wondering if you held the same power over him. Ran is a master at concealing his feelings despite how expressive he is, and you wanted so badly to be the one to shatter that façade for once. You just...didn’t know how. 

Until some heifer decided to try and crash your date one Saturday afternoon. From the moment you met up with Ran, she’d been skirting around him like a hungry mosquito: peeking from corners and sitting across your table at the café. Ran didn’t react to anything despite the gradual furrow of your brow, but you just knew that he’d already grasped the situation and is just waiting to see how you’ll react. After all, if there’s one thing you weren’t known for, it was patience. 

The thread finally snaps when she walks right in front of you and drops a notebook before glancing behind her. Her eyes are fixated on Ran, a small smirk on her overlined lips, and then she bends over in front of him. Half her ass is showing in her denim shorts, and you could’ve sworn you saw pink lace peeking out from her right leg hole. What’s worse is that Ran actually looks at it for two seconds before he shrugs. 

You could feel an aching knot in your chest, a white-hot fury brewing within. A vicious scowl marring your face, you nearly shove Ran to the nearest wall and slam your lips on his. You feel him gasp through his nose, then his arms cage you in tightly by the small of your waist. Normally, how he held you and returned the kiss would’ve eased your temper, but a feral part of your mind wanted to burn this scene behind that bitch's eyelids. 

Raising your hand to his chin, you force his mouth open and suck his tongue as if you’re trying to siphon his soul. His stuttered breath makes you open your eyes slightly, only to see the girl stomping off in a fit. You pull away, wiping the drool off the corner of your lips, and look up at Ran. 

He’s still slumped against the wall, head leaned back with a dopey smile on his spit-shined lips. His ears practically glow red, and his hand is posed peculiarly at the front of his pants. He looks absolutely whipped, and you find it hard to ever question the effect you have on him since. 

Mission Accomplished. 

[junosartsthetic]

Hmmm can you do a headcanon of some characters of your choice with a very short (bcs let's be serious most of us are short with the jjba characters especially the jojo's) s/o

I’m on the taller side (almost 5’9”) and I still don’t compare to most of the characters, which is a tragedy because I like asserting my dominance via. being the tallest in the room. Guess I’ll have to invest in some heels. Anyway, these were fun to write! I included people of different heights and different parts and I feel they’d all have different reactions!

Johnathan

He would be a gentleman to you

If you need anything reached, he’ll get it

He thinks you’re so cute when you come up to him and ask if he can grab something for you

He loves being the big spoon during cuddles so he can wrap his arms around you and reassure himself that you’re safe and sound

Obviously he would also lift and spin you 

If you haven’t seen each other like all day he will noT hesitate to pick you up like that and it's the cutest thing ever

If he accidentally steps on your toes or runs into you he will apologize profusely

Sometimes he just gets scatterbrained and isn’t paying attention and bOOP you’re on the floor rubbing your head

He’ll kiss it better though so don’t worry

Ever shared clothes with someone 6’5”?

You steal his shirts and wear them as nightgowns

It’s fantastic

Kars

He’s a bastard about it tbh

“Why are you so tiny? I didn’t know anyone could be this small?”

He will randomly scoop you up in his arms just because he can

“Put me down!”

“Grow tall enough to survive a fall from this height and I will.”

Kars believes you’ve just further proven his point that regular humans are weak and fragile

But he loves the difference because it makes him feel superior, even more than he always does

A kick to the shins may change his views for a split second, but you’ll regret it later

Heh

Don’t die

He does appreciate that you are very portable and whenever he wants he can pick you up and set you on his lap

Probably thinks it’s hilarious when you’re mad at him for mentioning height 

Narancia

He’s finally found someone who’s near the same height that he can talk to!

You two will complain about the struggles of being short

He enjoys being able to kiss you without standing on his tippy toes.

You two sneak around a lot and make mischief

Cuddling is much easier when you’re the same size, too 

(have you ever tried spooning someone who’s a lot taller than you? Its rough) 

You definitely share clothes with him, apart from just hoodies 

Polnareff

Y’all seen that meme where it’s like ‘proper way to talk to short people’ or something? And the dude has his hands on his knees and he’s squatting down to talk to the shorter person who has a look of confusion on their face? And that’s under the ‘yes’ label?

Yeah

He does that

Cause he’s a little shit

He’ll also use your head or shoulder as an armrest

And he’ll give you the smuggest look if you ask him to grab something for you

Just knee him in the dick if he acts like a bitch tbh

But he also loves to cuddle you and smother you in hugs and kisses

Your small size just makes it easier to love all of you at once

He will give you nicknames relating to your height as well

Again, the knee trick will come in handy for stopping those

Hope you don’t want kids lmfao

Yukako

She thinks you’re just the cutest little thing

She’ll pick you up when she hugs you

“Oh, you look just like a little doll~! How cute!”

She loves holding you hand because of how nicely it fits in hers 

Also will continue to wear heels so there's an even bigger height difference 

ASSERT DOMINANCE BY HEEL WEARING

IT WORKS EVERY TIME

[baka-kawa]

Aobajohsai HC: simping for manager

Request | “Hello luv💗 just wanna say ur prev hcs are ✨exquisite✨ (look at me using big mature-ish words👁) Can u please do hcs for the team/s (specifically nekoma, seijoh, inarizaki. Feel free to change the teams tho,,) simping on their manager (reader) and protecting her from flirts from other schools? Hope it’s not confusing 😅 thank you sweetheart 💖💖💖

Notes | I’m so excited to write this :)) I will only be writing for the boys I have listed on my masterlist since I don’t know enough about the other characters to write about them. Hope you enjoy reading this :)

Oikawa

in my eyes oikawa is quite possessive

and so when you became their manager

oh boy,,

he keeps an eye on you at all times at games

he knows certain players on opposing teams and how predatory they can be

so he doesn’t feel comfortable w the possibility that if you aren’t in sight

bc you could possibly be cornered by a group of scary men

it’s platonic ofc

at least that’s what he tells himself

anyways

if he sees a guy even looking your way or attempting to speak to you,,

he’s there immediately

but he plays it off w you

just distracting you

and when your focused on something he’s showing you

he shoots the smuggest glance at any guy

or girl

pretty much saying

“you jealous? you should be, only I can touch her this way”

you seem so innocent to him

he wants to protect you at all costs

eventually he’ll break and fall for you

but whether something happens or not is up to you

bc shitty-kawa is a simp

but also a wimp

too scared to actually make a move to make something official

Iwaizumi

I can’t imagine Iwa being a simp lol

gentleman or sweetheart feels like a more suitable label for him

he knows boundaries

Iwa usually takes manager stress off of you

he asks what your tasks for the day are

and then he’ll do them quietly throughout the day

then you’re like

uhm

wtf

I don’t remember doing that

who tf did it?

eventually you catch on

and the pout on your face makes Iwa’s stomach flip

ffs why did you have to look so cute?

he’d simply shrug and say he had free time

you quickly became known as the mom of the team

and you always took care of the boys

whether it be cleaning up after them

or providing snacks and drinks

setting up little outings outside of practice or games

or even giving one on one talks whenever they’re having bad days or they’ve just lost a game

after some time of Iwa slowly caught feelings for his manager

and without thinking much about it

he’d take on the role of the dad of the team

he’d take care of you

making sure you had everything you needed

food

water

somewhere to sit

he even let you rest your head against him

the whole team knows he simps for you a thousand times more than any of them

but only shitty-kawa pushes him about it

Iwa continues to take care of you 

if you want anything to happen though

you’d have to make the move

this sweetheart is too polite to put you in an awkward situation w the possibility that you don’t feel the same way

Kindaichi

this dude is a little hard to read

he doesn’t seem to care much

yeah you’re his manager

what about it?

he wouldn’t really simp

he’d be polite

and help out if he’s staying late for practice and you’re cleaning up

but other than that

he doesn’t really interact w you much

the only reason he’d go out of his way to simp for you

it’d have to be bc he has some sort of feelings for you

mmmm

let’s see

if he did simp

he’d be a real nervous boy around you

stuttering

he’d giggle a lot

scratching the back of his neck

if some other boy was taking your attention

his game would be off

he’d be screwing up so much 

even if you weren’t entertaining the guy or showing any interest

his own insecurities would overwhelm him and he’d play frustrated

it wasn’t until the coach pulled him from the game that you kneeled in front of him as he sat on the bench w his head in his hands

boy

he’d fucking die internally the moment you both made eye contact

bitch

the feeling of your hands holding his in his lap

dear lord

he’d probably have a nose bleed

“what’s going on out there? what’s on your mind?”

your eyes looking up at him would put him in a trance

he was focused on the sensation

the feeling of your hands

the close proximity

your eyes

he didn’t want to forget this moment

“daichi? helloo?”

“s-sorry, idk what’s-”

he realized he couldn’t play without a clear head

and the only way he could clear his head was if he confessed to his manager

“y/n I like you, I like you and I can’t think straight when I see you with other guys-”

oh my god

he really said that

anyways

you’d giggle a little

“i know”

ofc you knew

you liked the boy too

you kissed his cheek and whispered word of encouragement briefly before sitting in your respected seat

after that occurrence

god

he’d simp so hard

think of a mini oikawa without intimidation

he wasn’t as possessive

but he’d make sure you had everything you needed

always made sure no one screwed w you

and waited w you if other team members wanted to practice late

even when he didn’t feel like practicing

just bc you hated leaving unless you closed the gym yourself

just bc some of the boys were lazy w clean up

and there were a few instances in which some of the boys forgot to lock up

the coach chewed you out for that

but yeah

kindaichi became a total simp for you after that

Kyotani

he’s interesting

i think it’s bc of his mad dog nickname that I feel this way

but he’s like a dog

a territorial dog

claiming what’s his

and he’s like a more aggressive oikawa

if he sees any other teams talking to you

he’s there in the background glaring at them

if anyone disrespects you

oh boy

they need to prepare to get shewed out by him

eventually he realizes he’s acting this way bc he has some sort of feelings for you

he doesn’t bother wasting time

this boy just goes straight up to you

“let’s go out.”

and you are a lil sassy so you respond

“a please would be nice.”

“wi-will you please go on a date with me.”

“I’d love to Kyo-”

“call me Kentaro, pl-please.”

you just smile

and this boy is at your will

not much else to say

he simps in the most masculine way possible

just very territorial in public

but in the privacy between you both

he’s a little like Kunimi

he’s very soft

like a cute little puppy that wants nothing more from you but your love and affection

you can bet that he’d destroy anyone on the team if they leave a mess in the gym or cause you to get in trouble for them

it’s awesome

Kunimi

this boy

very quiet

chill

to himself

like kindaichi, he’d probably simp if he had a thing for you

it started out as respect for his manager

just helping you w clean up or whatever

mainly sits next to you in the bus

only bc you can be quite timid and quiet

he’s drawn to that kind of thing

allows him to sleep in peace

and he knows the other boys wouldn’t mess w you so they wouldn’t mess w him either since he’d use you as a shield

after seeing another team’s captain probably terushima that’s when he’d snap

but he’d never act out in a crazy manner

he’d simply grab a hold of your wrist

the same one that terushima was reaching for

and shoot the captain a stare that shot through his soul

“sorry she’s taken.”

shock from you and a few boys from the team that heard his words

terushima would eventually back off 

and when you question his prior words

he just blatantly confesses

“I like you and I don’t need other guys thinking they stand a chance with you.”

“Kuni-”

boy would pull you into a whole kiss

the team would fucking die

Kunimi Akira

the man who could care less

just confessed and made the first move all in one go?

chaos would erupt in the team

you’d be a whole tomato afterwards

as Kunimi would look as content as ever

“call me Akira please.”

bitch okay yes sir

I got carried away sorry about that lol

but it was necessary for context

but yeah

he’d totally simp afterwards

but only behind closed doors

he’d be so soft with you

always wanting cuddles

and treating you like a baby when you’re sick or going through depression periods

he’d take your calls or text at any hour

and come over the second you ask 

and he has all the supplies whenever you’re on your period

he just fucking loves you dude

and the fact that you’re their manager?

god he lives for that

[mmemiraculous]

Trouble Was Cooking

Inspired by Class fight by Melanie Martinez 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XAVFWtus75k

It was the middle of class and the teacher wasn’t lookin’

Kelly had a fat ass and trouble was cookin’

It was the beginning of class and Mlle. Bustier was writing something on the board the board that marinette wasn’t paying attention to. She was seething at the girl sitting next to Adrien. Jessica had joined her class a few weeks ago, and in just one week she had taken the title of Queen Bee.

She was basically a cooler Chloé, which is kind of ironic with how fast Sabrina dropped Chloe and latched onto Jessica. She had a few other minions that followed her everywhere. Her parents were apparently some rich business people.

She had a boy wrapped around her finger tight

I fell in love with him, but he wasn’t in my light

She had apparently taken a liking to Adrien, and it seemed like he had taken a liking to her as well. Why Adrien liked her back was a mystery to Marinette. She wasn’t as harsh with her crush on him like Chloe was, but it was obvious.

Always sending sweet looks, complimenting him on any little thing he did. Play flirting with him. But when she wasn’t paying attention to him she was talking shit about someone else . Marinette didn’t understand her. How can she be so sweet and kind to one person, but act like an absolute bitch to others.

The teacher gave me notes to go out and give Kelly

She was kissin’ Brandon, I got jelly

I wanted to be in her shoes for one day

I just waited ‘til recess to make her pay

They had all broken into pairs to discuss the topic. Marinette had partnered up with Nino since Alya was with Lila and Adrien was with Jessica. Adrien and Jessica had gone out into the hallway because the classroom was “to loud for them to hear each other.”

They were supposed to be talking about a partner project. Mlle. Bustier had passed around the planning sheet.

“Marinette, can you go out and give the planning sheet to Adrien and Jessica?” Mlle. Bustier asked her.

“Sure.” She replied. She told Nino she’d be right back.

She took the planning sheet, and made her way towards the pair. Marinette turned went around the corner to find Adrien and Jessica chatting. Before she could hand them the sheet, they kissed. Marinette stood there, frozen, wondering what her next move should be. Should she cough? Should she just say hey? Should she drop the paper and just run?

“Um…” she finally decided to interrupt them.

They both looked at her. Adrien, blushing as red a Nathaniel’s hair, and Jessica with the smuggest face she had ever seen.

“Mlle. Bustier passed out a planning sheet a-and asked me to give it to you.” She stuttered while handing them the paper.

Jessica got up and clapped her hands together, “thank you Marinette! I’ll have to go inside with you, we didn’t bring a pencil out here with us.” She looked back to Adrien and smiled at him sweetly, “I’ll be right back Adrien.”

On their way back to class Jessica stopped her. “You know, maybe you’d be the one kissing him if you weren’t such a stalker.” Marinette gave her a confused look, “I know about all the times you followed Adrien around, trying to get his attention.” Jessica’s face turned from smug to angry, “stay the hell away from him and out of my way, and you won’t get hurt.” She walked into the classroom to get her pencil, leaving Marinette dumbfounded.

Mommy, why do I feel sad?

Should I give him away or feel this bad?

“No, no, no, don’t you choke”

Daddy chimed in, “Go for the throat”

For the throat, for, for the throat

Daddy chimed in, “Go for the throat”

For the throat, for, for the throat

Daddy chimed in, “Go for the throat”

For the throat, for, for the throat

Daddy chimed in, “Go for the throat”

For the throat, for, for the throat

Daddy chimed in, “Go for the throat” (class fight)

For the throat, for, for the throat

Daddy chimed in, “Go for the throat”

For the throat, for, for the throat

Daddy chimed in, “Go for the throat” (class fight)

At lunch Marinette was sitting next Mireille because Lila made good with her promise taking away all of her of her friends. They were both talking about her and Auror’s latest show on KIDZ+. Meanwhile, Jessica and her posse were up to what they normally were. Trash talking people.

“And I was trying to give her advice,” Jessica explained, the girls around her agreeing. “I told her “that’s ugly. Your dress and your makeup, like it’s embarrassing for everyone you need to change.” And she took it as if I was insulting her.”

Sabrina looked over Jessica’s shoulder, and saw that Adrien was talking to Marinette,

“Hey Jess—“ she started.

“Be quiet I’m talking” Jessica said before she could finish. “Anyways…”

Sabrina looked back to the other girls, pointing at where Marintte was sitting next to Adrien, laughing at something he said to her.

“Are you even listening to me!?” She looked at where they were pointing, “I told that stalker to stay the hell away!” She started speed walking to them. “MARINETTE!” She screamed.

The girl in question looked at who said her name, to be met with a hard slap on her face. Adrien backed away.

“What did I tell you? I said to stay away. What didn’t you understand about that?”

She slapped her again. “Did you not understand me then? Did you need me to say it again?”

She could hear Mireille  in the background asking Jessica to leave her alone, but she wasn’t paying attention. Jessica was yelling way to loud for her to focus one anything else.

Her face was fucked up and my hands were bloody

We were in the playground, things were getting muddy

Did she just do that? Did she just punch Jessica? Adrenaline was running through her body when she did it. Marinette stared at her fist. She didn’t mean to do it. It just happened!

The teacher broke us up after I broke her

And my one true love called me a monster

“YOU BITCH, WHAT THE HELL?” Jessica screeched.

“I- I- I didn’t mean to I swear, it just happened-”

“SO YOUR FIST JUST HAPPENED TO SWING AT MY FACE?”

“Marinette you didn’t need to punch her!” Adrien said from behind her.

“I-” She started

“MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG AND JESSICA TEAL, PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE. NOW!” Mlle. Mendeleiev screamed from the doors of the cafeteria.

Her parents are going to kill her.

Mommy, why do I feel sad?

[flamingpossums]

“I know you’re awake, Twells.”

Writing One Electric Boogaloo: The Part Where He Blackmails Him under the cut babey! (Writing one out of one most likely b/c this is just a dumby ask blog and I don’t see myself making more writings on here unless i decide it deserves a writing lolol)

Gene grabbed his hat from on top of the arsonist’s head, holding it to his lap as he crept forwards. His footsteps were distinct amongst the silence of the house.

“Hng...tired… Gimme five more minutes,” Farrow slurred, eyes slowly squinting open. They were immediately squeezed back shut as Gene clicked on a flashlight, shining it directly in his face. “Fuck, man, is that necessary?”

“Absolutely not. Wake up, Farrow. You and I? We’re gonna have a talk.” Gene spoke precisely.

“I’m not talking to mafia scum like you.” An eye squinted open, and Farrow spat on Gene’s shoes. He was in his living room, some of the furniture moved aside out of his reach. The lights were off and the curtains were drawn.

“...Hm. Already defiant, aren’t we? You do understand that the more you disobey, the heavier your punishment’ll be, right?”

“...Punishment?”

“I’m not here to have a pleasant evening chat over tea, Farrow. I have business to settle here. Now listen-- I’ve found that you’re not really the Bodyguard you claim to be, is that right?” Gene’s hand flicked downwards, veering the flashlight below with it. It illuminated the lower half of Farrow’s face.

“Don’t think you need to know, Trenchcoat.” Farrow’s lips curled up into a scowl as he spoke. Amused chuckling followed from Gene.

“No need to keep acting tough, Mr. Twells. Or should I say, Mr. Farrow? Perhaps even the long forgotten Mr. Retner? Whichever one of your identities you’d rather go under today. Go ahead, choose.” From his coat came a briefcase, and from that slim black briefcase he took out a small stack of loose papers-- he held them out to Farrow like a deck of cards. Miscellaneous papers, the lot of them, but all of them shared one common trait: his alibis were written all over them. Farrow’s scowl was wiped off his face.

“Where’d you get these?” He blurted. “I… I don’t even remember half of these?”

“They’re all yours, bud. I don’t tell anyone my sources.” Farrow reached out to snatch them back, but his arms were restrained at the sides. He writhed around and grit his teeth, Gene watching his pitiful attempts and smirking. “I know many things about you, Mr. Farrow. You’re a rather interesting character. More interesting than the pathetic crooks I deal with every other day. So, thanks! Thanks for making my work a little more tolerable.” His eyes squinted up, hinting to a sly smile below his mask.

“What the hell do you want from me?” Farrow growled. “Sure, you’ve found me out. What are you gonna do, reveal me to death? I don’t care. Do it. Have fun with it. By the time they hang me I’ll be back.”

“Ah, yes, your revival. Funny you mention that, actually. Delving into your peculiar mystery of a past I found death records. The first, I was sure it was faked, but the second one? My my, how weird is it that a man found dead would be up and talking to me personally three or so years later? Lucky me.” Gene giggled. “Mendel Slovak-- really interesting character as well. I didn’t look too much into him-- for once that’s not my business--but he did a good favor getting you out of that graveyard, huh? Or, well, dumpster.” Another one of his irritating chuckles. Farrow glared and grit his teeth more forcefully, both out of anger and the anxiety that undeniably started boiling inside him.

“Seeing that if you die you’ll just be revived again,” Gene continued, “my mafia has so kindly arranged a special death for you, if you go against my demands. One you won’t cheat.” He shoved his face closer to Farrow’s, flashlight casting a shadow over it. Farrow pressed his back to the chair, eyes widening. “As I like to put it...they won’t find your body.”

“...Personal space exists, fuckhead.”  Gene backed right back up into his former position. “And what are you asking for? Money? A town? Multiple towns? I’ve got a few up my sleeve I don’t care about anymore, take them. I really don’t care.” Farrow’s eyes went back to being narrowed in a weary glare.

“Not exactly, although that does sound nice. What I need for you is something different. Something more...helpful.” Gene wrung his hands together as he gathered his thoughts.

“Just tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you, if it means you’ll fuck off.”

“Alright, so, I had a simple request for you, but seeing as you’ve had a...rather rocky past with the mafia, I suppose I should give you a choice in the matter rather than trying to get you to do something you’ll probably obnoxiously refuse to do. See? I’m nice. Usually, I wouldn’t give you a choice, right? But I’m nice.” Another invisible grin crept on Gene’s face as he turned around, back faced to Farrow. “Here’s your choices, Mr. Farrow. Either you can join the Mafia--”

“You’re fucking stupid if you think I’ll ever associate myself with you.”

“Easy, now, I wasn’t done,” Gene spat, pivoting back to face him. “...Either you can join the Mafia, be whatever you’d like-- Mafioso, maybe a Forger, Blackmailer...You name it, and if you’re qualified, you’re under our wings.”

“...And what’s my second option?”

“Well, this one’s a little lengthy. But in the end, it’s fair.” He tapped his own chin in thought. “You’ll tell us the names and roles of your little Neutral friends. As many as you can name. We already know about your brother, so you don’t--”

“You don’t lay a fucking hand on him,” He snarled. “I’ll knock your damned lights out.”

“Hey, now. Nobody’s getting hurt if you play along, Farrow. You’re to tell us about all your neutral killing friends; we won’t kill them-- we can’t, most of them will be night immune. But it’ll give us information to work with.” Farrow remained silent.

“Secondly, you’ll douse who we tell you to douse. This may include some of your friends--none of your family, but ah, maybe a few you won’t mind being picked off. You are not to douse anyone who is in or working with the Mafia, and we’ll make sure of that.”

“This deal sounds terrible.”

“I’m not done yet, idiot,” Gene snapped. “Thirdly, you are to not speak anything about the Mafia. You will not mention us. To everyone including yourself, I’m an Investigator. Got it? You are not to talk bad about the Mafia, and you are not to tell anyone of the existence of the Mafia. Zip.” Gene made a zipping gesture over his mouth. Farrow simply rolled his eyes. “If you do as much as mention the Mafia, you’re dead, and you’re not coming back. Understand that? Dead forever.”

“Wow, I’m so scared. I’m, like, shaking right now.” Farrow scoffed. “The hell’s in it for me, then, if I gotta do all this bullshit?”

“Many things, Farrow. I am working with you, not against you. First of all, if you keep up to my demands for two weeks--that’s it, two weeks of your compliance is all I need-- your secrets are safe with me. The town’ll be blissfully unaware of your presence as an arsonist, your past, your alibis, every single one of your major and trivial crimes. You won’t be hung up in the middle of town. And most importantly, your family and friends shall remain safe and sound. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

“My...hold on a minute. And if I refuse to do all this garbage?” Farrow furrowed his eyebrows curiously.

“Well, then all your secrets are out, and the town’ll be running to hang you in an instant. Your friends and family’ll quickly find their way as targets for us, and we’ll do anything in our power to swiftly take care of them.” Gene smiled and cocked his head. “I think you’ll find it wise to play with us rather than against us. We take all this very seriously.”

“You fucker. Do whatever the hell you want to me, whatever, kill me in your favorite way or whatever, but leave them out of this.”

“Sorry, Farrow. I already know you value your life as much as you value, ah, a crack in the sidewalk. We need to have something of actual value at stake here, Mr. Twells.”

“You’re not fucking touching them!” He writhed some more, but the ropes weren’t giving away anytime soon. “Literally, take anything you want, my house, my money, whatever! I don’t care! I don’t want them pulled into this shit!”

“Rules are rules, my friend.” Gene chuckled, backing up a bit. “Besides, I’ve set up an easy deal for you. Just do what I ask of you and they’ll be spared. It’s not that hard!”

“We’ll just kill you, you bastard. We’re stronger than you are! You and your goons’ll have your intestines strung up like decorations in your stupid base! My dad’ll fucking shred you!”

Gene smirked.

“Mm. I’m afraid if you attempt any sort of aggression or violent action towards us, we’ll have all of you neatly arranged dead on the ground right tucked into the alley between this house and the neighbor’s. Remind you of anyone, Farrow?” His eyes squinted up in the smuggest smile one’s ever seen.

“...I’ll fucking kill you, you little bitch.” Farrow started thrashing in another attempt to get out of the ropes, anything it’d take to get his hands wrung around Gene’s throat. “I’ll kill you!” He shouted.

“We’ll be having none of that, Mr. Twells.” Gene calmly packed up his suitcase and tucked it inside his coat. Ana flew onto his shoulder following his familiar welcoming whistle, simply tilting her head at the man seething with rage right behind the two. “I suggest you start watching your words from now on, Farrow. I’ve so cleverly bugged you, so anything you say’ll be tracked and logged. No naughty words, alright? We’re watching.” Gene looked over his shoulder and tilted his head. Ana mimicked him, cocking hers to the right as well. Farrow ceased his futile struggling, slumping down in the chair in defeat and breathing slightly heavily. His neck, usually numb, started sending aches down his shoulder and the side of his face. Listening to whatever jargon he has left for him, he glared daggers into Gene.

“Remember the deal I made with you, alright? Feel free to write it down for yourself once you’re free. Just don’t show it to anyone, alright? I’m watching you, Farrow.” He winked.

“Fuck you,” Farrow murmured.

“Two weeks.” Gene held up two fingers, nearing the door. “Two weeks is all. I’ll be seeing you, Farrow. Farewell.” He flicked off the flashlight and set the hat back on his head, tilting it as a goodbye.

“Wait!” Farrow called out. “I’m still tied!”

“Oh, you know well if I untie you you’ll just go for my throat. Your dad’s coming home soon, anyways. Ask him to do it for you.” He giggled. “See you!” He opened the door and shut it behind him.

Farrow lay still for a minute, eyes wide as he tried to process exactly what had just gone down. He couldn’t slide lower into his own chair due to the ropes.

This guy, although hard to admit, knew almost everything about him. He even knew about the smallest things that happened almost 15 years ago!

“God, fuck me,” he grit.

The ominous shadow looking outside the window disappeared into the night the instant Gene started hightailing it home. The clouds gently wafted along to eventually uncover the kindly shining gibbous moon, and the winds picked up outside the house. A creak sounded out from the attic. Farrow shut his eyes and considered just sleeping this off. He waned into sleep….

A loud crash sounded out, and a grown man fell out through the attic. He landed on the floor and swore a bit, quickly getting up. His hands were full of cat food.

“Shit, sorry about that, mate.” Farrow, already disturbed, stared at him silently. “Where’d the guy go?”

“Were you there the entire time? Who...who even are you?!” The blonde man winked and stuck out his tongue playfully.

“I’ve gotta go! Nice seeing you!”

“Wait, wait! Untie me! Fuck, come back!” The man turned around and grinned.

“You’re lookin’ awful tied up, aren’t ya? Aww, that’s too bad. But you’ll be fine, don’t sweat it!” He stood silent, just grinning, the two staring at each other for a solid few seconds. “...Well, bye!” He slammed the door shut.

“Fucker!” Farrow screamed, kicking his own chair. He threw his head back and groaned audibly. Now there were two grown men hightailing after Gene, each for their own entertainment. Farrow sat still tied up in his own living room, and the night dragged on.

[mystech-master]

So u know how a while ago I said I’d post a WIP I had, involving a Blazblue AU where Ragna lives, no one (expect Terumi) dies, and it’s just Ragna chilling with people?

Here it is:

I haven’t touched it in months and it may be flawed, but hey.

Behold

Happily Ever After AU Oneshots: Kokonoe

You'd think that after defeating Terumi, stopping the apocalypse, and ending the time loops which had been ruining the world, the man known as Ragna the Bloodedge would be able to kick back and relax a bit.

               "YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

               That is a complete and total lie.

               At the moment, the Grim Reaper is sitting on a large red couch in Kokonoe's own private quarters, mostly used for her own recreational use during her breaks and off days, clutching a game controller and furiously button mashing with the most pissed off expression he'd had in months. Teeth clenched and eyes glaring at the screen in front of him, trying his hardest, and failing, to not suck at the fighting game Kokonoe invited him over to play.

               Speaking of the pink haired cat girl, she was also there, sitting on the other end of the couch with her feet propped up on a coffee table in-between the couch and TV, and the smuggest expression on her face as she expertly executed combo after combo on her guest. "S'matter Raggy, finished already?" she said with every bit of snark she could muster as she took a side glance to him.

               "Shut the hell up Kokonoe, you're gonna  get what's coming." the reaper growled through clenched teeth, as he furiously hammered away at the controller. “I’m feeling good about this one.” he sighed, partially calming down, or at the very least attempting to.

“You said that 10 rounds ago.” she said as she nonchalantly continued her reign against her guest.

“Rrrrrrr, quiet! I got it this time!” he yelled. At this moment, he had gone through almost the entire roster of playable characters and Kokonoe had kicked his ass every time. The reaper’s temper had skyrocketed various times that day, resulting in quite a few controllers being snapped in half. Luckily the scientist of Sector Seven had plenty of extra controllers, having predicted “Ragna being a total sore loser”. “You’d think that after fighting a world controlling organization, the Mad Dog, and even GODS I’d be able to not suck at a stupid game.” he sighed, trying to calm his nerves as to have a better chance at beating her.

Kokonoe simply shrugged her shoulders, “Hey, if it makes ya feel any better, I just have a crap load more experience with this game. You on the other hand, are just a noob.” she said as she continued her endless combo chain against him.

Ragna responds to Kokonoe’s strategy with the same technique that had worked so well the last time: button mashing and trying to find that ONE combo that’ll knock her down a peg. “Come on, come on, COME ON!” he starts screaming at the screen. “Can you just NOT SUCK for once!”

“You yelling at the game or yourself?” Kokonoe chuckled “aaaaand, get rekt Bloodedge.” she said as she executed her final attack, demolishing Ragna yet another time.

“Player 1 PERFECT, Player 2 YOU SUCK!”

And what wasn’t helping was Kokonoe had edited the game’s software to add even more insult to injury to the Grim Reaper. Knowing that he would lose to her various times.

The professor simply raised her arms behind her head “Well Ragna I believe that is about 35 to nothing. Still wanna give it a go?” she replied, taking an almost sadistic pleasure in seeing him rage. ‘I’m starting to see why Rachel likes this so much’ she thought to herself.

Ragna turned to his “gracious” host and glared. “I swear, you’ve gotta be cheating or something.” he growled.

“Nope, just skill” she reached over to grab some chips she had on a side table next to the couch. “Ya know, you could always try Stylish Mode, you can button mash away and get some good combos. Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky” she mentioned to her guest as she munched on a handful of

Ragna selected rematch once more “I don't need luck, and I don't need handouts. I’ll kick your ass fair and square.” The reaper declared.

Kokonoe smirked “Choosing to learn the hard way, eh?” She taunted “Too bad.”

Ragna smirked “Oh just you wait, I’ll wipe that smirk off your face.” he selected his character, as does the host.

“READY……...FIGHT!”

As soon as the match began it seemed to play out like all the others: with The Grim Reaper button mashing like there’s no tomorrow, while the half-beastkin scientist expertly maneuvered her character with far more expertise.

Ragna’s rage has starting to seep through as his face continued to develop an increasing shade of red. He continued to mash away hoping that he could just get in that ONE move that’ll knock Kokonoe out of her increasing combo chain. He’d give anything just to even get a single hit in and knock that smug cat-like expression (A/N: you know, the sideways 3 face) off of her face.

And then, against all odds, one good combo was finally made. Kokonoe’s health bar dropped, not by much, but it was still something.

Ragna’s eyes widened at the sudden success, ‘YES! IN YOUR FACE PINKY! YOU’RE GOING..’ before the Grim Reaper could finish this thought, his host executed her instant kill move just to smack him right back down.

“Player 1 PERFECT , Player 2 YOU SUCK!”

Ragna’s eye twitched and gritted his teeth, meanwhile clutching his controller with enough force to almost crack it. Kokonoe laughed with mischievous glee, enough that she’d almost make Terumi seem nice.

“What is it they always say? Not counting something before they hatch.” she grinned at her guest as she set her controller down in her lap and put her hands behind her head as she leaned back on the couch.

*CRACK*

Echoing through the room, came the sound of Ragna snapping another controller in half. Now holding both halves of the controller while grumbling under his breath. “Stupidcatbitch, thinksshe’ssocoolbecauseshecanpressbuttons. Itisn’tTHATmuchofaskill.”

Kokonoe took her feet off the table, placed her controller to the side, and stood up, “You seriously need to learn to be a more graceful loser.” she sighed. She walked over to a drawer on a nearby desk and opened it, revealing a large collection of controllers, all the exact same design as the same one that Ragna had just busted.

Ragna dropped both halves of the controller on the floor and leaned back on the couch. “Sorry.” he grumbled, still mad at his many, many loses “But seriously, do you really have to be so full of yourself when you do this?”

Kokonoe walked over to the game system and connected the new controller. “It’s just a video game Ragna. You know, for fun. It’s not like it’s some big life skill you need.”

“Yeah well then why do you act like you just conquered the world after each round?” he glared at the scientist.

“Just because it isn’t necessary doesn’t mean it isn’t fun.”

“I guess I don’t have much of an argument for that” the red and black clad Reaper sighed, “Can we take a break, my fingers are getting tired.”

Kokonoe placed her hands on her hips, “You do know that’s mostly your fault for all that mashing”

“Shut it.”

Kokonoe simply chuckled at his mellowed out rage and walked over to her end table. She grabbed the bag of chips that she had been snacking on and placed it on the couch between her and her guest. The scientist then plopped right down on the other side of the bag, grabbing the remote to mute the TV so the game’s background music wouldn’t bother them during their intermission.

“Well the good thing about your hand hurting is that both your arms are still in working order.” she said to the Reaper as she grabbed some chips. “They both doing’ ya good?”

Ragna chuckled a bit “Yeah, they do their jobs.” He responded, grabbing a few himself

After the Ragna reset the world for the final time and sent the Master Unit back into the Boundary, all that was left was to remove his Azure Grimoire to ensure that he would never become the Black Beast and destroy all that he had just fought so hard to save. With the help of Tsubaki, the current wilder of the Nox Nyctores Okami, of all people, the cursed Grimoire which had been his greatest weapon and his greatest bane had finally been separated. Of course Kokonoe immediately managed to fit him with another artificial arm to match the left one he lost (A/N: Confused? I’ll explain later).

“Good, because I’m getting sick of having to make arms for you.” she nudged him with her elbow, before munching on the chips she had grabbed. “But seriously, what is it with you and losing limbs? I mean what’s next, are you going to lose a leg?” she said with her mouth full of chips.

“Heh, you tell me. I never asked for that much rotten luck.” he replied. “Anyways, what about you? I heard you and that doctor lady have patched up.”

“Yeah, we’ve been keeping in touch” she sighed. “After this whole mess was over, we decided to try and work things out. She’s asking me to help out with the situation with the Kaka Clan actually.”

This peaked Ragna’s interest. “Oh really? You having any luck?”

“Not really, Whatever dumbass made the Kakas back during the Dark War was clearly not thinking when he went into this.” Kokonoe sneered “Their genes are so messed up it isn’t even funny.”

Ragna simply shrugged “Don’t worry about it, you’re literally the smartest person on the planet. I don’t see how you can’t do it.”

Kokonoe looked at her guest in mild surprise. “I’m sorry, did you just compliment someone?” She faked shock.

Ragna simply sighed in exasperation. “Can it! I’ve been trying to be nicer ever since I got my life back.”

(END, that’s all I got up to so far)

Lemme know what you guys think so far

[bringmecoffeeandroses]

Jaaryl for the ask meme!

proposes -

I don’t know that there is a proposal of marriage per se. I see them already being a little self conscious of their relationship and how it appears to others and eventually thinking, “fuck it” and never needing a ceremony or anyone else’s validation.

shops for groceries -

Aaron. If it were up to Paul and Daryl, the cupboard would be all sugar cereals, PB & J, beef jerky, and liquor.   

kills the spiders -

Daryl. Aaron and Paul aren’t scared but beneath the grumbling, they love seeing Daryl with his chest puffed out, amused and proud all at the same time. Daryl has that acts of service love language down pat… UwU

comes home drunk at 3am -

I have mentioned the Aaron dad vibe™ thing before and hoe he is most definitely the one Daryl and Paul call to pick their drunk asses up from the bar? Well, dear God, if he isn’t called, that is not adad vibe™ you want to mess with. There’s the guilty parent eyes, the “What if something happened to you?” and the wince-worthy “You could have called me” – basically, this is a thing Daryl and Paul avoid at all costs.

remembers to feed the fish -

They don’t have fish? But they do have Dog and, though they all equally love him, he is most definitely Daryl’s. He follows Daryl’s every move if he lets him and that includes feeding time. 

Iitiates duets -

PAUL. Paul is 100% the karaoke singer that dedicates songs to his boyfriends and pulls them on stage with them. 

falls asleep first -

Aaron. Again, it’s thedad vibe™…

That boy has fallen asleep mid-conversation. Mark my words.   

plans spontaneous trips -

I think all of them enjoy planning and going on trips equally. Like, they all have that side of them that wants new, farther, more to see than just the inside of their television set. That is a regular thing, especially camping trips where they can just separate themselves from the rest of the world and get lost in each other.

wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes -

Uh, I’m sure Paul has demanded food from Aaron or Paul but you could not drag Paul out of bed before 9 AM without violent repercussions. If this was an end to that 3 AM drunken adventure from before? That…that sounds more like Paul. 

sends the other unsolicited nudes -

Oh, God, Paul. 10/10, Paul. At first he does it just to fuck with Daryl because he knows the blush Daryl can get any time he gets real flustered. Not to mention, he loves the way Daryl will kiss him when he sees him next, a hard kiss that has Daryl breathing out “Asshole” against his lips. Then, he tries it on Aaron and, holy shit, the riches he is given – the man’s face is so red, Paul sees him excuse himself  and, when Paul finds him, he’s laughing, cheeks still bright red. “Are you trying to kill me?”

brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt -

Given that we have canon for Paul and Aaron’s MMA, I’m gonna say Daryl? Because Daryl regularly tells both Aaron and Paul that he’ll kick their asses if they get themselves killed, so hearing a grumble of, “I know karate too, jackasses” would be completely in character. 

comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops -

Aaron. I dunno, Paul and Daryl aren’t particularly finicky about food but Aaron having a sweet addiction that no one knows about? Like, there are these chocolate eclairs that he loves more than life itself and he stares at them outside the shop window but refuses to let himself buy. And he thinks he’s so secretive. He never mentions them, always shrugs it off when Daryl or Paul ask if he wants anything but one day he comes home and there’s this white cardboard box sitting on the kitchen table with his name on it. And inside are the eclairs. At which point Paul and Daryl look like the smuggest sons of bitches on the planet because Aaron is dumbfounded. He has told no one about this, ever- and Daryl just snorts as Paul tells him that they were starting to get jealous over the way he looked at those eclairs and something needed to be done. 

blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit -

Paul. That needs no explanation.

killed the guy (also, which hid the body) -

Um, well, Aaron didn’t kill the guy but since neither Daryl nor Paul are taking responsibility, that’s pretty much a date night for the three of them.

wears the least clothing around the house -

Paul, probably? IDK, none of them are exactly nudists.

has icky sentimental moments for no apparent reason -

Aaron. He is the most openly emotional between the three. Daryl and Paul have their moments of that really heart-wrenching vulnerability but Aaron is just a cinnamon roll that is so grateful to have found love again and loves them both so. damn. much.  

Thanks again for the ask and sorry for the wait! :)

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[kellykadesperate]

robron week

Day 6 | Irrealis/AU

Something so magic about you 

Aaron Dingle is not a grass.

And anyone who says so should expect a thump to the nose, or the eye, wherever Aaron sees fit basically.

He holds his own, Aaron does, knows exactly who he is, who his family are.

Think of the mafia, and then think bigger and you'd find the Dingles.

They're dotted around the world and he's here, in wet Yorkshire, trying to find yet another evil genius to hand over to his family to sort out.

He walks into the meeting, ten minutes late just to prove a point and when he does, Cain looks ready to wallop him one.

"You're late." He hears, only he doesn't really pay attention. He shrugs and Cain calms himself down just in time to give him his instructions.

Cain.

His uncle.

He's been in this business since he was about nineteen, works as the leader of the operation since his father's untimely death.

He's got a son himself, a wife, a loving little family set up but he still tries to prove that his hard as nails with his whole checkered shirt and jeans combo.

Aaron's shuffles down on the leather chair, watching Charity paint her nails black in the corner of the room and do what she usually does when she's involved in these 'meetings'

Absolutely nothing.

Cain leans over the table, "Another one. This bloke, he's slippery."

And Aaron's heard that before, he's heard about all the ones who think they're indestructible.

They're not.

"Right." Aaron nods his head. "So, quick sleep sedative and bring him back here then?"

And he expects Cain to just nod his head like he usually does, show him a picture of the bloke and leave him to it.

But he holds back and Charity laughs.

"Wait for this Aaron." Charity's saying, teasing just a little.

"It's not going to be like that this time." Cain says, crosses his arms over. "This one is hard to track down. He'll take time to wear down enough to strike. And he's - he's also -"

"He likes men. Sometimes." Charity chirps in and -

*Oh.

"You think I'll sleep with him for this?" Aaron's so indignant about it because this is all supposed to be about being moral and having to loan his body out for a quick strike is not what he had in mind all those years ago when he first joined.

Cain looks so annoyed that Charity starts laughing.

"It won't come to that. Just - wear down those walls and keep him sweet and then getting him will be easier." Cain points out, and he makes sense but Aaron's in over his head, he knows it.

"Right then." Aaron says anyway, clears his throat and wipes his hands against his jeans. "What's he look like then?" He says.

Cain turns the photo over and something inside him clicks.

His heart pounds and, the bloke looks like the smuggest shit in the world to be honest.

~*~

The Dingles weren't meant to be like this.

Once upon a time, they had the powers and were bat shit crazy with it.

They were the ones using it for all the wrong reasons.

They were the Powerfuls of some sort.

Then the government tracked them all down, turned them over and instead of being chucked into prison cells, they were turned into spies.

Their job: turn over the others, the ones who exploited their powers and did whatever they liked which could 'destroy the social solidarity within the country.'

And Aaron's using this all to make up for what he used to get up to.

The recklessness, the regrets.

But no, they are not snitches.

Not at all.

~*~

'The Powerfuls are dangerous, unique individuals who threaten society. They have absolutely no control over their abilities and are thought to be glitches amongst our world which we have the duty to straighten out.'

The video stops and Aaron's little eyes widen as he sticks his hand in the air and gets his teacher's attention.

"Are there any good ones?"

Apparently it's a ridiculous question because the class of nine year olds just start to laugh at him and he turns red.

"Aaron, if you find a good Powerful. You'll be the luckiest boy in the world."

And something about her words manifested into some sort of mission for Aaron.

Deep down, all subconsciously.

~*~

Aaron holds up the picture of the man in his hand and looks around the street.

Cain's been tracking his movements and apparently he spends his days drinking in a pub called The Blue Moon.

Aaron's squinting against the street again and then looks at the neon light from across the street.

He follows its colour and then suddenly dives a hand back into his jean pocket. He needs to remember this bloke's name.

It's Robert.

Robert Sugden, 28, regular sad sap mope it seems.

Aaron sees him as soon as he enters the place.

He's at the bar, drinking a bottle of beer and then using his left hand to wave out in front of him and take money from the till.

Aaron's mouth hangs open a little as it somehow ends up in Robert's pocket.

Something inside him almost finds it funny and then he clears his throat against it and approaches him.

He tries to master the classic 'sorry, didn't see you there' act as he brushes past the man.

Robert raises his head too quickly though and Aaron is forced to look at him and he trips against the chair next to the man.

He nearly staggers and Robert rolls his eyes against the weird bloke falling over himself.

"Reckon you've had too much to drink." He says, a passing comment at most but Aaron's quick to latch onto it.

He looks at Robert sitting there, leather jacket on with a blue crossed shirt. He's got his hair pressed against his forehead and the dark lightning of the place is enough for him to get lost in as Aaron looks at him.

"Uh, no - I'm sober." Aaron waves a hand out and doesn't know what to say suddenly because he never gets this far.

He hasn't ever needed to.

"Oh yeah, and I'm Prince Philip."

He's got bite about him, too much of it and Aaron sighs hard before leaning against the bar and looking at him better.

Robert stares back at him, looks at the way the clearly younger and fitter man is sporting a puffy leather jacket and a soft frown on his face.

And he doesn't know why exactly he's wasting his time on the likes of himself but -

"You going to get me a drink for tripping me up then?" And Aaron sort of hates having to pimp himself out like this but Robert's *bad, a danger they need to to tackle and he's only doing his job.

He watches Robert just sort of stare at him. "No." He says and Aaron's face falls a little because okay yes it's been a while since he's tried to chat up a bloke, but -

"That's charming." Aaron retaliates, a resilience about him instantly because he will not go back to Cain and tell him that he failed.

Robert frowns at the bloke. "I'm not exactly good company."

Aaron shrugs, sees a villainous way about the look in Robert's eyes. "Who said I'm after any good company. I just fancy a drink." He sits down next to Robert and smiles.

And Robert,

He buys him one drink.

~*~

Robert doesn't do this stuff anymore. He doesn't sit at bars with blokes and rabbit on about his own life.

He doesn't get asked about his life either.

But this man, Aaron he's learnt, seems to strangely give a shit.

"What brings you here then?" Aaron's asking, and my goodness he needs to work on his chat up lines a little more because the way Robert stares at him is strange.

"Bad day, week, year." Robert could go on, but Aaron is clearly younger and sprightlier than he is so there's no point trying to drag him down into what he feels.

Aaron nods and quickly learns that Robert is absolutely impossible.

Sometimes there's just nothing you can do in these situations apart from take a sip of your drink and try again.

And try he does.

"So you live alone?" Aaron plays with the coaster in his hand over and over again and then watches Robert look at him awkwardly. "That's not me inviting myself, chill out."

And Robert almost scowls. "Good. Because I'm not gay."

Aaron's eyes flicker and this is probably why Cain said it was hard to get him on his own.

If he's so far into the closet like this then how exactly is Aaron meant to strike?

He shrugs it off, suddenly won't let the denial ruin what was quite good progression.

"I wasn't suggesting that you were mate." Aaron's jaw tightens, and he hates this son of a bitch a little for being so rude. A change of topic might ease him down into something. "I wished I lived alone, got a little sister and mum to contend with."

And Robert turns even more cold at that.

"That's nice." He says, and then his head is hanging down and he's finishing his drink. "Look, I've got to go. Nice to meet you and everything but -"

Aaron stands quickly. "Wait, not yet." He says and Cain's probably ripping up his hoodies as he speaks for being the least bit subtle. "I - I've -"

Robert is utterly lost.

"Do you want money or something?" He says.

And Aaron turns red. "No." He snaps. "I was just -"

Something, just something about the way the bloke is standing in front of him looking almost interested in him is enough to make Robert say what he does.

"Fancy a drink back at mine?"

And Aaron's not even sure how he pulled that one off.

~*~

Robert's flat is typical of what he knows about the man.

One word: Clinical.

White tiles, wooden flooring, weird pictures of artwork.

Aaron turns his head in all directions as he soaks it up and then he looks at Robert standing by the sofa.

"You can sit." Robert says, sits down and waits for Aaron to do the same.

When he does something twists in his chest.

"Nice flat." Aaron nods his head a little and Robert scoffs.

"You hate it. I can tell." Robert rolls his eyes, nearly laughs and Aaron likes the sound of it.

He really does.

"No I don't." Aaron lies, turns towards Robert and frowns as he looks over his shoulder. He's got about a million books on his shelf and maybe talking to him about a passion of his will settle him. "You a reader?"

Robert nods. "Helps pass the time." He says and then he waves a hand and the television sparks on.

There's some boxing match on, and Aaron's eyes widen.

"I thought this was only being shown in America?"

And *oh.

For a second, just one or two, Aaron forget that Robert was a Powerful, used his power for shitty and illegal purposes.

"I found some ways." Robert says, and nobody knows about his powers. Not anyone he hasn't actually grown up with so telling Aaron is ridiculously spontaneous.

He half expects Aaron to run.

But he doesn't, instead he smirks. "So, you're one of those ones? Thought they'd put you into instinct." He says, crosses over and sits down on the sofa with ease.

Robert's heard that about a billion times. "One day they'll catch me, drain the energy from my body and I'll be normal." He doesn't even seem that fazed and Aaron's eyes nearly pop out of his head because he's never actually known what happens after the Powerful are passed over to the government.

He supposes they give them some medication or something, not drain -

"You said reading helps pass the time, you don't work?" Aaron's asking, he tilts his head against the way Robert smirks.

"Not anymore. It got boring." Robert says, watches Aaron frown like he wants to know more. "I used to go around dabbling with identities."

Aaron's eyes widen. "Fraud?" He almost shouts and Robert leans across and puts his hand over Aaron's mouth.

It makes Robert tingle and he pulls his hand away quickly.

"It was fun at first but then I was just getting away with it all the time. So I left."

Aaron is almost in awe of how easily he can speak about it.

He's quit his job after ripping people off and Aaron doesn't even know what to think.

"Got to use my powers for something."

Aaron's eyes widen again. "And so you what? Spend your days doing dodgy shit with it?" Aaron's almost scowling and he still absolutely cannot believe that Robert is such a smug dick about it all.

"What else is there to do? It's not like I have anyone I care about who might need my help is there." Robert is suddenly so set in his ways and Aaron leans his arm against the sofa and looks at him.

He's had a pint, and now a beer and he's making sure he keeps a clear head about these things.

"You're wasting it away though." Aaron says quickly, gulps hard against his passion.

"Why the fuck do you care so much?" Robert snaps back, because he's still not even sure about who the hell Aaron is but against his better flipping judgement he's back in his flat.

Aaron's mouth hangs open and he wavers for a second before shuddering. "I don't. I'm just talking, you know, that's what people do."

And it's rich coming from someone like him who was the world's most impossible teenager.

Robert watches him, soft hair now, and something startlingly honest about his eyes and he doesn't even know why exactly this is happening.

But he feels this ease around this absolute stranger begin to settle in. "Go on, there's clearly a reason why you are so bothered."

And he doesn't talk about himself, that's not what happens.

But this man is the challenge isn't he?

He's the one who he needs to try extra hard with so he does the unimaginable and is actually honest.

"I could have done with being someone like you a few times in my life. That's all." Aaron shrugs his shoulders against a slither of a confession and Robert's eyes flicker a little.

"I reckon everyone could. It's not as amazing as you think though." Robert plays with the bottle of beer in his hand. "All it does is - is leave you feeling all this guilt."

"Guilt?" Aaron's eyes almost turn soft and Robert's eyes turn glassy.

"Forget it."

And Aaron doesn't want to, but he does, for the sake of all the making progress stuff.

"Okay." He whispers, looks towards the hem of the jumper he's wearing and then feels Robert staring at him strangely again.

Robert just keeps looking at him and then suddenly he shakes his head. "You should go now." He says.

And Aaron feels something ripple through him because he's got to do this again then.

"Alright." He nods, stands and Robert is just still staring at him. "Nice - nice meeting ya then." He says, and he walks towards the door as Robert nods at him.

"Bye." He says, and Robert is not okay with the effect Aaron leaves on him.

~*~

"He's not gay!" That's the only thing Aaron can shout at his Uncle the next day.

Because he's positively fuming over the fact that he was attempting to chat someone up who was not interested whatsoever.

"We didn't say he was." Cain has a hand on his hip and turns towards Charity.

"He dabbles." Charity says, "Why do you think you ended up back at his flat you wally."

And Aaron knows why.

"Because he felt sorry for me." He moves round the desk and sits on the heavy leather chair with a loud thud.

Looking around the room is so intimidating that he chooses to look down instead because looking at the many men before him who have caught the Powerful is always daunting.

His Uncle Zak was the best in the business, after he was stripped off his power and everyone else who followed his blood line were as well.

Aaron always thinks about what it would be like to be one, have all of that potential.

But then he thinks about how awfully some people use it and he's happy that he has his job.

Being on this side is much better. That's what everyone tells him.

Most of the time anyway, because now he's got his mum coming through the doors with his sister and they look so utterly unimpressed.

"You're using him as bait?" Chas draws this massive conclusion and it's not so outlandish but at the same time, unreasonable.

Aaron's twenty three years old. Nearly twenty four.

He can make his own mind up about things.

You'd think so anyway.

Chas flaps her hand up. "You're literally -"

"The bloke is slippery, he's been in our sights for ages now and Aaron's just gently aiding him into some sort of ease so that we can strike." Cain looks so tired of having to repeat himself and Aaron sighs against it all until Charity is getting involved.

"Calm down babe, we're not pimping him out." Charity says, and that only makes Liv laugh her head off.

She's sort of in awe of Charity, wants to grow up and be just like her and Aaron will not let that happen.

He knows that they're the good guys but sometimes when he thinks about the way they strike and capture people and hand them over to the government, something churns in his stomach and he doesn't like it.

No, Liv is to stay as far away from this side of the family as possible.

Despite the fact that she actually has no blood ties to the family, the Dingles, and can do what she likes.

She's only eleven years old, has long blonde hair and this cheekiness about her. Chas treats her like her own kid since Sandra passed away, and their dad was where he should be.

Rotting in a prison cell.

He's lost in dark thoughts for a second and then he sees his mum wave a hand in his face.

"Love. He could be dangerous. He is dangerous."

Aaron rolls his eyes, kicks his feet up on the chair and sighs. "Yeah and I can be too." He waves a hand out. "I can look after myself. Honest."

And Robert doesn't seem dangerous.

He seems ridiculous and pathetic and just your average dick. Most of the Powerfuls are, just smug about the energy they have and the way they can use it whenever they want to.

Chas worries her forehead and then looks at Cain.

"How much longer then?"

And Aaron gulps hard, he wants to know how long this is going on for as well.

"A few more days. Relax, will ya? This smarmy Sugden is getting caught soon enough."

Cain almost grins with it and his wife Moira is so utterly unimpressed by how much pleasure he gets out of effectively stripping people of their powers, that she shakes her head.

She's a lot like Aaron is.

She finds the grey lines between their line of work and sits right outside it.

Aaron wishes he could sit outside it all like she does sometimes.

~*~

Aaron's meant to run into him, that's what he's meant to do.

Cain knows exactly where he is because he's tracked him down.

And Aaron ends up in a park.

He watches Robert for a second or two, sort of tries to work out how exactly he's supposed to explain why he's showed his face again.

He doesn't get the chance to think though, not really.

Because suddenly Robert is arguing with some bloke, proper going at it and the next thing he sees is Robert pushing his hands out and the bloke ends up in he lake in front of them both.

"Oi, watch where -"

Robert is suddenly startled to see Aaron again, in an awkward, embarrassed way sort of way.

He hardly looks great and Aaron looks -

Good.

"Oh." He pulls a hand through his hair and is suddenly all self-conscious. "What are you doing here?"

And Aaron flaps for a second. "Walking through a park. What are you doing?" He asks, "Chucking people in lakes?"

"Ponds." Robert retaliates, and then he gulps hard against it all.

And yeah,

Robert is just a dick who deserves what's coming to him.

"He deserved it." Robert says suddenly, hands shoved into his pockets and a spotted blue jumper fitted against his body.

He looks at Aaron, the scowl on his face and he doesn't know what else there is to say.

Especially when some passes by are looking at the idiot flapping about in the water and helping him out.

Aaron squints a little. "Why did you do it?" He asks, and this bloke is so ridiculously impossible to read that Aaron is almost drawn to him in a way he hasn't ever been draw to a Powerful before.

It's ridiculous.

Robert shrugs a little. "Like I said, he deserved it."

Only Aaron doesn't buy that, he doesn't *need to buy anything to be honest.

He just needs to get Robert on his own and slip something into his drink and make sure he's out of it when he bungs him into the back of his car and sends him off on his way.

The thought makes him catch a breath and then Robert is giving him this uncharacteristically kind expression.

"You really want to know why?" Robert asks, and something, just something about this man in front of him fools him into thinking he wants to know.

When he doesn't.

When Aaron is probably a hard worker, has a decent job, good standard of living or whatever.

It's sort of maddening that he's bumped into someone like Robert, again, and wants to talk about his craziness, again.

"Tell me over a coffee." Aaron says, starts walking towards a cafe close by and -

He smiles a little as he hears Robert following him.

~*~

Robert is a lot of things.

He really is.

Aaron literally watches him steal from the till as he walks in, charms some woman's bracelet off of her wrist the second later and then is somehow able to make him smile against it.

In this odd sort of, should be disapproval way.

Robert's got a cream slice he's tucking into when he decides to start talking and Aaron's listening.

"He was my brother." Robert says steadily. "Doing my head in, so I used these to do something about it." He says, waving his hands up a little to show Aaron.

It's Robert's casual tone that sets Aaron on edge.

"He could have been hurt." Aaron frowns against the story.

Only Robert rolls his eyes. "If I wanted him dead, I could make that happen. I do have some control."

Aaron disagrees entirely, because that's what he's been told all his life.

The Powerfuls are dangerous because they're *not in control of what they do.

They're emotional and manipulative and need to be suppressed before they do anything else they shouldn't.

Aaron makes a small sound and Robert frowns at him.

"If you think so little of me then why are you sat here?"

And that's a good point.

Aaron almost flaps a little and then smiles faintly. "There's - something about you I suppose."

And Robert feels something turn to jelly inside of him. "My insane dark use of my powers?" He's dramatic with it and Aaron laughs.

Almost genuinely laughs and Robert eases.

"What happened today isn't even that bad. Andy's used to me by now." Robert moves back towards his coffee and sips it before kicking his feet up against the chair the way Aaron does.

"Yeah?" Aaron entertains it.

Robert nods. "I got his wedding ring engraved with 'village idiot', just did it myself. Sort of *wished it into existence as he put it on at the alter."

Not his proudest moment.

Aaron's face nearly drops. He wills it not to only because he reckons Robert will recoil back into himself.

"Right then." Aaron clears his throat, and Robert is still a dick, but maybe not so much of a dick who looks back on his behaviour and is *proud of it?

No, Robert seems upset as he thinks about it.

"If you know what you're doing is bad then -"

"Why don't I stop?" Robert frowns and then he's gulping harshly. "Because it's easier Aaron. You wouldn't understand."

And no, Aaron *wouldn't understand.

That's about right.

"Yeah. You're right." Aaron sighs a little and there's something there that he can see in Robert.

Something sensitively *good about him, deep, deep down.

~*~

He ends up back at Robert's.

Because it rains, like really rains and Robert takes pity on him again and lets him stay until it eases off.

That was a few hours ago.

Now, Robert is quite nearly drunk and Aaron shouldn't be too but he *is.

Aaron's on his sofa, staring at Robert and -

He's a good looking freckled fucker.

There it is.

Finally, almost finally, he seems to admit it.

Robert has something about him and Aaron is terribly drawn to it that he sort of doesn't know what to do.

He's got a jawline, intense and sharp and there's this freckly pattern darted across his face and -

When he smiles, he *smiles.

He's drawn away from his thoughts when Robert passes him another beer and they seem to settle into some sort of conversation.

It gets *mdeep and Robert doesn't know why he wants to bare all, but he does.

He has his face down resting on his hands against the sofa and he sighs.

"I've not always been like this." Robert says, eyes flickering. "I used to want to do *good with my powers, and then -"

Aaron leans closer a little, eyes soft and warm and face red from the heat of the place.

"Then what?" Aaron whispers, sensitive slightly to this man in front of him who he is quickly discovering, is an absolute paradox of a person.

Smug, rude, bad, and yet sensitive and emotional too.

Robert leans his head further against his hands and gulps. "My mum, she - she died in a fire when I was fourteen."

Aaron's eyes widen to how horrific it sounds and then he watches Robert's eyes begin to glass over.

"My brother did it, he didn't mean to. He was just a kid but - he caused it and I couldn't stop it." Robert doesn't mean to get like this, but suddenly he's back there and the flames are everywhere and he has no control of what happens to his mum.

She's inside, she's screaming and -

"My dad wanted me to help. He - he thought that I could but I couldn't. I was too young, the flames were too much." Robert gulps, and something inside him just aches so suddenly.

And Aaron, his body is cold against it all. He can't help it, just can't help but lean forward and gently stroke Robert's hair.

He only does so for a second but it's enough and Robert sort of looks up at him in shock.

"I didn't want your sympathy." He says, because this is Robert Sugden all over, he pulls and pushes and even when someone like Aaron comes along, he still finds a way to ruin things.

Aaron scowls, something pulling in his chest. "What? No, I'm not giving you my - my sympathy. I just -"

"Just what?" Robert tries to get out, head buried a little further down. "Understand how it feels to have someone's death on your hands."

"Yeah. I do as it happens." Aaron shouts, over the the alcohol in his system and the fact that he's never done this before.

He's never offloaded like this.

He's never had reason to.

Robert frowns against the way Aaron speaks, "What do you mean?"

And they're so close to each other now, Robert's pressed his thigh against Aaron's and he doesn't know how to breathe right.

He really doesn't.

Aaron wants to tell him to forget what he's said, something so deep within him does.

But Robert pulls this face, a hand gentle against Aaron's for just a second.

"I - I had a boyfriend, Jackson. He was paralysed in an accident and I helped him die." Aaron bites at his lip, and something inside him seems to break.

Something so clearly alters as Robert just stares at him with nothing but this understanding in his eyes.

He isn't running, or looking scared or confused.

"He wanted to die? You helped him?" Robert whispers, and Aaron nods against it. "You did a good thing." Robert concludes with a gentle ease Aaron wishes he had about what he did.

"Sometimes - I just wish I could have saved him from it." Aaron says. "It happened so long ago but -"

"It still hurts." Robert understands so deeply that he suddenly pulls a hand in Aaron's.

He feels something slip away, maybe it's a facade, maybe it's all this need to push people away.

Aaron can't breathe suddenly against it and he doesn't know what to say as Robert keeps holding his hand.

"That's why I act out with my powers, 'cause the day she died - there was just no one else in the world I could help. I'd rather use it badly then convince myself that I can help and fail all over again."

And Aaron sees beyond the idiot, the mean bone headed twat.

He sees someone who cares deeply, someone who is guilty and sad and scared.

Aaron watches the water in Robert's eyes begin to roll down his face and he catches a tear.

"You don't need to be scared." Aaron says suddenly, "You're a good person Robert."

And Robert turns his head away.

"No I'm not." Robert manages to say. "You don't even know me Aaron."

And that's true.

"I know that you're an idiot, by underneath you're -"

"A scared little boy." Robert rolls his eyes, no heat behind his words at all.

Aaron frowns, so suddenly he holds Robert's face up by his chin. "You could be great you know."

Robert doesn't know what to say, just sees all this honesty in Aaron and he's bawled over by it so easily.

"Aaron -"

And maybe Aaron's losing his mind but he does the most least professional thing in the world.

He dives forward and kisses Robert hard on the lips.

He has his hands flying towards Robert's hair and everything tingles through him as he feels something spread through his chest.

It's like Robert is pulling him towards something so real and he can't do anything about it.

He doesn't even want to.

Oh and Robert kisses him back.

Until Aaron is pushing Robert away and everything ripples through him.

There's lines.

You don't cross certain lines and Aaron's just catapulted over one.

He wipes at his mouth and Robert sort of just hangs his hands in mid air.

"I'm sorry." Aaron says, gulps hard and fast and feels all this pressure raise in his head.

Robert shakes his head, "No. You don't have to be -"

"You're not even gay." Aaron's saying, because that's what matters.

He stands and Robert babbles about something and tries to explain himself but Aaron doesn't give him the chance to.

"It's alright." Aaron says, "Look. I'll - I should go."

And he does.

And he hates himself for the way Robert looks as he leaves him.

~*~

He's adamant that someone else takes over.

Literally adamant.

"Why can't we send Charity in? She can slip something in his drink and -"

"Carry him out discreetly?" Cain frowns harshly. "Stop being soft." He tells him.

And then Aaron closes the door.

"I kissed him last night." He admits, chews at his lip and then gulps.

He expects some sort of reaction but Cain just pulls a face.

It screams so what, and then he says it.

Aaron's eyes widen. "So I - I'm getting too involved." He tells him, "Can't you see that?"

Cain rolls his eyes, swivels on the office chair and then looks at Aaron properly. "All I see is some flappy mess who getting on my nerves." He says. "Do you know how many kisses Charity has charmed out of the Powerfuls before turning them over?"

Only that's different.

Only he can bet anything that Charity didn't go home and touch her lips all night and feel something wild because of it.

Maybe he's been single too long.

But Robert kissed him and everything tingled.

Aaron's eyes flicker as Cain tells him to get on with it and he backs towards the door.

Slams it a little as he goes.

~*~

He follows Robert and watches him talking to his brother, he watches him apologise for the day before.

He smiles against it,

Feels himself falling flat on his face.

~*~

One minute Robert is within sight and the next Aaron feels him behind him.

"Alright?" Robert dares to say, and Aaron spins around to face him. "We've got to stop meeting like this." He says, pulls his hand out and suddenly the man walking beside them speeds himself up and disappears down the street.

Aaron almost laughs at his power and then Robert smiles a little at him and he can't breathe.

"Yeah." Aaron finally says a few seconds later. "I was - I was going to get a coffee. I'm in a bit of a -"

And suddenly Robert sights a woman from across the road and somehow manages to take her coffee and pass it to Aaron.

He hates himself, he hates that Aaron's making him act like some love sick fool.

"Cheers. I think." Aaron holds the cup in his hand and feels the heat of it radiate through him.

He glances up at Robert and he's wearing this black leather jacket, it clings tightly and Aaron looks away again.

"Can I explain a few things?" Robert asks, "I feel like I should, considering what happened yesterday."

Aaron blushes under it.

"You don't have to explain." He tells him, because he doesn't trust himself not to do something daft if he's left alone with him.

Robert's eyes flicker. "It's not every day I tell someone about my dead mum Aaron."

And it's not every day Aaron's tells someone about his dead boyfriend either.

"Lead the way." Aaron gulps, and Robert shudders against it before he's walking towards his flat.

~*~

Robert has a hand on Aaron's when he starts to explain.

"I - I wanted to kiss you yesterday Aaron. I did." Aaron's heart is heavy against the way Robert speaks to him, their bodies pressed together a little on the sofa.

Aaron nods his head a little.

"But I'm not gay - I'm - I'm not gay." Robert says, so adamant against it and Aaron had no idea how human Robert was until right now.

Because he's confused against who he is maybe and Aaron knows only too well what that feels like.

He really does.

"You don't have to explain." Aaron says, plays with the bobbling of Robert's jumper.

"I do." Robert gulps. "Because if I don't then I - I don't think I'll ever tell anyone." He shuffles slightly on the sofa. "I don't admit to - to liking men 'cause when I do all I can think about is what my dad would think."

"Your dad?" Aaron whispers, tries his hardest to coax something out.

Robert nods, eyes glassy. "He caught me with a boy when I was fifteen. I didn't know it was wrong, it didn't feel wrong. But he made it that way." Robert looks towards Aaron and frowns. "That's why I - I - I don't say that I'm -"

"You're - you're bi-"

"Bisexual." He feels something lift from his shoulders because Aaron isn't looking at him like he's mad. "Yeah. I am."

And Aaron's so guilty for being here, being apart of this realisation or whatever it is.

Robert gives him a watery grin and Aaron nearly drops his coffee but Robert catches it and it hangs in mid air for a few seconds.

Everything is so warm suddenly and Aaron is so proud of Robert that it aches.

It doesn't even make sense either.

Because he's only known him for all of three days but -

"I want to kiss you now. If that's okay." Robert whispers, and Aaron lets him kiss him.

He lets Robert almost dive into this feeling and Aaron's getting caught up in it as he feels a hand run through his hair.

Aaron pulls away again and then he feels Robert look startled, sorry.

"Stay. I'll get us something to eat or something yeah?"

And Aaron,

He flipping nods his head.

~*~

Aaron thinks he's seen something good in Robert, he's becoming certain of it and then the delivery guy makes a shitty comment and -

Aaron literally watches Robert wave his hand out and suddenly the guy's motorbike has a busted front tyre.

"*Rob." Aaron's shouting, pizza getting cold as he looks towards the window and sees the bloke nearly starting the engine. "Fix it. He's going to hurt himself." Aaron is almost demanding it and Robert's eyes flicker.

"He was being homophobic." Robert pipes up. "He was being horrible about you, about us."

Aaron's eyes flicker and he realises that this is how Robert cares about people.

And in Robert's head, retribution justice is the best thing in world to carry out.

Only in Aaron's head, Robert's just proven yet again how dangerous he is.

"Fix it." Aaron says again, louder this time, and Robert gulps hard before Aaron can visibly see the tyre being pumped back up.

His shoulders relax and Robert bites at his lip nervously. "I was only trying to -"

"He could have been killed." Aaron snaps. "He was a dick yeah, but that doesn't mean you go and do that." He runs a hand through his hair and Robert is this idiot in front of his eyes again.

He's the stupid twat but he's also this fool who almost doesn't know any better.

That's how it comes across anyway.

And Robert says as much.

"After my mum died, I lost all sense of morals, me." And this isn't him feeling sorry for himself, this is him voicing something so scary and sad to admit.

He doesn't know when enough is enough anymore. He acts out and hurts and then he thinks differently afterwards.

It's all this power, it's the fact that he's this person who people fear.

"You probably hate me. Don't ya?" Robert whispers, "How sad is that. I actually care. I don't - I don't usually care." He's tripping on his words a little and Aaron is sort of in awe of this messy paradox of a human who is sitting in front of him.

He joins him on the sofa and shrugs. "Why are you so hard on yourself?" He asks, genuine concern seeping through as Robert shudders.

"I'm just being honest. I'm - I'm evil. I'm a Powerful Aaron, don't you know what that means?" His eyes are a little glassy and Aaron suddenly wants to kiss him so much that it aches everywhere.

"I know - I know what I've been told. But you disprove a lot of that Robert Sugden." Aaron almost dares to smile as Robert looks at him, thankful, sensitive.

"I don't want you to be scared of me." Robert whispers, something deep and sad in his voice that Aaron can't help but blink against.

Aaron sniffs, a gentleness about the way he smiles. "No, I'm not." He whispers back.

"I really like you Aaron." He admits, to himself, to this bloke sitting in front of him who seems to want to stick around.

Aaron gulps. "I really like you too." He says, and it's sweet, and he hasn't felt like this before.

And it's true.

Robert kisses him, he kisses him and Aaron let's go of absolutely everything he feels.

He allows Robert to hold him against the sofa and kiss him and kiss him until he can't breathe right anymore and everything is heightened.

And then everything halts.

Because Robert tugs at his jumper in his excitement and he sees what Aaron's forgotten all about.

His tattoo.

It's a dark long spike, printed into a thick black circle.

It's a symbol of the family, what they do, their job.

And it's also enough of a sign to warrant the way Robert pulls away from Aaron in absolute horror.

"You're - you're one of them." Robert has this terrible look his face, it's almost haunting and his eyes are suddenly red raw. He wills him not to cry, not to do anything like that but -

Aaron's eyes begin to tear up and he waves a hand up in the air. "I - I can explain."

His heart thuds out of his chest and he's out of control with it.

He can't stop feeling like this, all this guilt.

"You can?" Robert whispers, almost like he wants to believe that it's all some massive misunderstanding. "So you're not - you're not one of them?"

And one of them, dedicate their lives to capturing someone like him.

He runs from them and their judgement and he's heard stories about the torture they inflict on the Powerfuls before they hand them over to the government.

Aaron dares to lie. He really does but then Robert arches an eyebrow and he's too important to lie to.

"I am." Aaron worries his lip, and he wipes at his face and holds his breath for a few seconds. "Robert, I didn't mean to -"

"I sat there, and I told you things." Robert can't breathe suddenly, just feels everything rise to the surface and he can't get passed it. "I told you I was bisexual. I was honest."

And he never is. He lies and cheats and treats people like shit.

He supposes in some strange way that he deserves this.

"So was I." Aaron says suddenly, walks towards Robert. "I didn't lie about anything. Not really." A tear rolls down his face and Robert winces against it before he's flinching at the way Aaron comes closer.

Aaron feels something break inside him. "Rob, you don't have to be scared."

Robert shudders. "I don't?" He says, "How can I believe a word you say now?" He breathes out sharply. "You've probably got something on you, to trap me. Is that it?"

And he's heard too many things, he suddenly can't stand to see Aaron here in his home like this.

He feels sick against it and -

"I never meant to hurt you." Aaron whispers. "You were this - this evil bloke we had to stop and -"

You're not.

You're not at all.

Robert turns away, feels everything rush up inside him and Aaron honestly hates himself.

"Get out." Robert shouts, "Get out and -"

Aaron flinches against the way Robert waves his hand out.

And it makes Robert feel even worse.

Because Aaron thinks he'd hurt him and he wouldn't.

"I wouldn't hurt you." Robert's chin wobbles, so suddenly, so quickly that he doesn't know how to stop it.

Aaron doesn't say anything, except he feels so sorry that it vibrates through him.

"I know that. I know you wouldn't." Aaron says, and in this soft sort of way, he thinks he knows Robert so much more than the three days give credit to.

"I wouldn't." Robert blinks quicker now, rubs a hand over his face and something darkens. "I suppose I would though wouldn't I? In your eyes. I'm just this evil monster capable of -"

"I don't think that." Aaron says, and it's so bold, it's crossing that line again.

He shouldn't have an opinion, he should be as detached as possible but he isn't.

It's too late for that.

All he wants to do is hug him, tight and close and let Robert bury his head into his neck.

He wants to protect Robert.

"I don't care what you think. So just - just go." Robert's saying, crushed against everything as he watches Aaron turn and go.

He watches him go towards the door, watches the rain start to pour outside seconds later and everything is so heavy that his heart feels too big for his body.

He holds at his chest and this sense of betrayal is so remarkably strong that Robert can't quite believe how much of an impact this man has had on him so quickly.

It hurts.

It hurts everywhere and Aaron feels exactly the same.

He's in the middle of the street when he looks up and sees Robert through his window looking down on him.

And he's sorry.

"Robert, I'm -"

He breathes in suddenly and then -

The sound of the car fills his ears and everything rushes up towards his head as he's thrown towards the floor.

"Aaron!"

Robert screams suddenly, hand falling flat against the glass window and he's shaking, he's running down the stairs and out the building and Aaron's just laying there on the street.

Someone's ran him over.

He's been hit -

Because he was too busy trying to apologise to Robert.

"Aaron." Robert holds him up, places Aaron's head on his lap and suddenly he's fourteen again.

His dad is shouting at him to help his mum out of the fire and he can't.

His hands are too slow and the flames are too big and -

He watches the colour drain from Aaron's face, he watches the way he's hardly breathing now and everything soft and slow is suddenly raw.

Aaron's dying right in front of his eyes and he can't do a thing about it.

He's not strong enough, he's not good enough.

"You can't die. Come on, please."

And Robert pulls his hands up and looks at where exactly all the hurt is coming from.

Aaron's head is bleeding, just keeps bleeding and Robert hovers his hand over the spot for as long as he can.

"Aaron, come on." He wills, hands held high and all this energy flowing from him straight into Aaron.

And he's pleading, he's pleading with whoever he can because he's only known him for three days and he's betrayed him, nothing has been real but it feels that way.

It feels like everything all at once and nothing can change that.

He just needs Aaron's to open his eyes and look at him again the way he did before.

Like he cared, like Robert mattered, like they could be something.

Robert's got his hands still hovering, and everything around him stops as he sees Aaron start to slowly heal in front of him.

He watches the gash on Aaron's forehead slowly disappear and -

Aaron takes a breath again.

The rain is falling hard and fast and Robert feels like he's going to be sick, like he's empty.

Aaron can only see Robert in front of his face as he opens his eyes and everything he feels suddenly rushes to the surface.

"Rob." He whispers out, and his words carry a level of meaning he didn't think was actually possible.

Aaron raises a hand up and strokes Robert's face, feels the rain fall down on him but he doesn't care.

Because Robert is beautiful.

"You saved me?" Aaron blinks out, because the Powerfuls only destruct and cause havoc, they don't save.

They don't -

Robert nods, face paling as he looks at Aaron. "Worth - worth saving." He whispers and then everything turns black around him as he falls back and everything inside him is drained.

It's all completely gone and Aaron leaps towards him.

"Rob, Robert - Robert." He shakes at the man, tears falling down his face and Robert's entire world stops just like that.

~*~

Aaron shouldn't be here but he is.

Because what he feels has doubled under the weight of what happened a matter of hours ago.

When he got hit by a car and Robert saved him.

Robert, a mere stranger to him three days ago, saved him from dying.

Aaron's got his feet up on the hospital chair as he's holding at Robert's hand.

The machines beep around them as Aaron squeezes tighter and feels a tear rolling down his face. "Come on." He wills, sniffs against how terrified he seems. "You need to wake up and I need to apologise. I need to say sorry again." His chin wobbles against it and apparently the nurses say that it's touch and go like this.

Aaron can't bring himself to think about Robert dying because of *him.

The sound of feet shuffling towards the room make Aaron pull his hand away from Robert's and suddenly Cain is standing there with his mum.

"How did this happen then? I take it this wasn't planned." And Cain almost laughs against it, is sort of smug as he speaks and Aaron can only scowl up at him.

"This isn't funny." Aaron practically spits out. "Look at him!"

And just *looking at him is enough to make Aaron wince.

Cain clears his throat. "He had it coming Aaron. They all do. If you think of it -"

"I used to think that they were all the same. You told me as much. Everyone did." Aaron's eyes flicker, and he turns towards his mum. "He's good."

It's such a bold statement that his heart leaps as he speaks.

And there's water in his eyes.

He's literally crying and Cain looks away like he can't sees.

"Behave." Cain's saying. "What are you talking about?"

Aaron stands. "I'm talking about the man I've been lying to for three days." He strokes Robert's hair gently and shudders. "The one who saved my life."

"Love ..." Chas starts and Aaron won't let her finish.

"He drained himself because of me." Aaron shakes his head. "He saved my life and - and that meant draining his powers and - and it's going to take so long for them to come back."

He goes back towards Robert's hand and tentatively hold it.

"I won't let you take his powers from him."

And that,

Well it's something.

Cain almost scoffs against it. "He's dangerous."

Only Aaron shakes his head and he knows that Robert isn't dangerous, he's hurt and he's been so wronged during his life that he cannot help but lash out and be cruel and feel something from it

"I understand him. I get him. I -"

"Love you're only known him for a few days. I get that you're upset but, he's a Powerful. He needs to be stopped." Chas is just speaking directly from a textbook and he doesn't want to hear it.

And the mentality is so wrong suddenly.

He gulps hard against her words and looks towards his uncle. He's still holding at Robert's hand and he breathes out slowly.

"I can help him change. I can help him be better." Aaron blurts out, and he still has tears in his eyes.

Cain just sighs. "That's not our job." He explains.

"I want it to be mine."

And maybe he's mad.

He might be.

Because Robert hates him for what he's done, and he doesn't blame him for it at all. But he'll try, and he'll protect him because what he feels, what he has suddenly, so suddenly felt, is enough.

"Aaron, don't be silly. Think about what you're -"

Aaron just shakes his head again. "Not him. Cain, please, not him."

Cain doesn't say a word. He just stares at the man laying out on the hospital bed and Chas softens at the sight of her son crying.

"He saved his life Cain." Chas says after a few minutes.

"That has to count for something?" Aaron pleads, pleads and Cain just looks at him for a few seconds before he sighs.

"No one knows about this alright? We keep this in the family." It's a warning and Aaron suddenly nods against it before he's watching Cain walk out of the door with his mum.

He's not sure how he managed to do it but he thinks that's a yes and it's enough so he sits back down and squeezes Robert's hand tighter.

~*~

Aaron has his head in Robert's lap when he feels someone stroking through his hair.

It takes a few seconds for him to realise who's doing it.

And when he does, he raises his head and sees Robert staring down at him.

"Rob?" Aaron's eyes widen in surprise and something so powerful just races through his body. "God, I - you're awake."

Robert nods a little gently and can't explain what he felt when he moved his hand up and felt it slide through Aaron's hair. He was here for him. "What are you doing here?" He croaks out, skin drained and pale against the white sheets and his gown.

Aaron reddens. "You saved my life." He blurts out. "I lied to ya and you - you risked everything to help me." He frowns and keeps his breathing tight. "Robert, thank you so much."

It's somehow not enough and Robert just keeps staring at him.

"It's okay." Robert says and suddenly he wills himself to do what he has to do. "You can go now." He says, because everything *else is  coming back and Aaron's a liar.

"No." Aaron shakes his head, "No, Robert, please -"

"Please what?" Robert can't even look at Aaron. "You were dying and I saved you and that's it." He says. "Now I want you to go."

Aaron can't though. He can't leave things like this.

"They're not going to hurt you." Aaron panics. "I won't let that happen."

Robert just frowns at him. "Am I supposed to trust a word you say?" He spits, and he feels so betrayed and upset that nothing else can possibly be felt.

He shuts out whatever else he knows he feels for the younger man.

Aaron gulps, winces slightly. "I don't blame ya." He whispers, "But Robert, I - I -"

"Bye Aaron."

And he says it against everything else he feels.

Aaron can't believe how much it hurts, so quickly.

But he has to go.

"I'm sorry." Aaron whispers, water in his eyes again. "You - you were amazing Rob."

And he leaves before he cries anymore.

~*~

It's been a week.

A whole week and Aaron's been this absolute mope of a man.

Because he misses a man he's only known for three days.

It's that simple and it's also that heartbreaking at the same time.

"You can talk to me you know?" Liv is saying, and she's always attempting to understand what's going on in her brother's head.

He doesn't know what to say to her though. "I messed up." He explains, pulls his jumper over his sleeves and gulps. "I liked some guy I shouldn't have."

"A Powerful?" She asks, eyes wide and awake and he nods slightly.

"I found a good one Liv."

Liv's eyes sparkle in this adorable way and she looks like she doesn't quite believe it.

"But I ruined it." Aaron lets her know and she frowns a little before hugging at his side.

~*~

Cain sort of hates him even more now because apparently he's let Robert run wild.

"Look, I know you're all upset but he's on the loose." Cain dares to actually approach Aaron who's been sitting in the corner of the office with a coffee in his hand and a sad expression on his face which instantly turns into a scowl when Cain starts talking to him. "I've seen him. He's upset, being even more reckless."

Aaron gulps, imagines Robert upset and alone and it doesn't sit well with him. He suddenly hopes he hasn't got into another fight with his brother.

"Do you blame him?" Aaron gulps hard, and Cain does.

"He's not our problem. You need to forget him." Cain all but orders. "We've got another case on and -"

Aaron scraps his chair and stands suddenly. "I don't want to focus on another case. Robert wasn't just a case, Cain."

"He was a bloke you knew for three days -"

"Yeah well it didn't feel like that!" Aaron shouts back, and something so sad just ripples through him until he's out of the office and attempting to have some sort of peace.

He ends up in the park, stares at the pond in front of him and faintly smiles at the memory it brings.

He knows he doesn't deserve to even think fondly of Robert, considering what he was going to do to him but he can't help it.

Aaron looks towards the ground and wills himself to get a grip but then he hears someone clearing their throat and when he looks up, Robert is staring at him.

Aaron's mouth sort of hangs open and he stands suddenly. "Hiya." He says awkwardly.

"Are you stalking me?" Robert says, hands pressed into his pockets.

Aaron frowns, "No. I promise, I'm not -"

Robert nods a little.

"You wouldn't believe me anyway." Aaron kicks a stone against the floor and Robert keeps staring at him. "Robert, can we talk?"

And he says please.

And he can't stop the way he feels.

And -

Robert nods his head a little.

~*~

Aaron didn't expect to be back in Robert's flat but here he is, on his sofa.

And Robert is miles away from him, standing in the kitchen and looking like he doesn't know where to put his face.

"Thanks. For letting me in." Aaron's this nervous pile of goo and Robert doesn't even say anything. He just nods his head lightly and Aaron gulps hard. "I shouldn't be here." He says suddenly, because Robert can barely *look at him. "I should go. I'm sorry." He's flapping about a little and heading towards the door and -

"You hurt me." Robert whispers, eyes flickering as he looks at Aaron with his hand on the door.

The younger man turns around, puts his back against the wall.

"I haven't let anyone hurt me like that in years." Robert keeps his head down and Aaron nods his head.

"I'm so sorry." Aaron says, attempts to come towards Robert and then stops himself.

"You're one of *them." Robert sniffs, "How can you even look at me? I'm everything you're supposed to hate."

And the thing is, Aaron did hate Robert.

Or he tried his hardest to hate him at least.

The first time he saw him, something lodged inside his chest and he called it hate when it was the opposite.

"I care about you." Aaron's eyes keep flickering. "I shouldn't. I tried not to but - the way I feel, it's - a lot." He says, he keeps saying it in his head over and over again and Robert just keeps staring at him.

"None of that was real." Robert whispers, but Aaron nods slowly and holds at the older man's face.

"Yes it was." Aaron nods so quickly that he feels a little dizzy for it. Robert scoffs and Aaron's heart bursts. "Look, at first, you were this impossible, smarmy git who didn't deserve what he had. But then I - I saw something different. What I felt and said, it was - it was true. I promise."

Robert doesn't know what to say to it. He just doesn't and suddenly he grips hold of the counter and blows out a breath.

"You saw all of this, but you were still trying to get my powers, through it  all?" Robert snaps suddenly. "Tell me, tell me how that works?"

Aaron puts his head down. "I didn't want to." He tells him, "I didn't want to do that to you."

And Robert can believe that, he can see the way Aaron is talking to him and everything just rises in his chest so quickly that he has to look away from the man in front of him.

"It'll still happen though." Robert has realised that now, his power may be weak but they will make sure he has nothing left when they finally get ahold of him. "How am I supposed to know that they're not all waiting outside?"

Aaron's face falls. "They're not. I - I told you already, I won't let that happen to you."

Robert gulps hard. "I'm supposed to believe that?"

He said that before, in the hospital. And it hurt Aaron so deeply, so suddenly.

Because Aaron wants him to believe. He does.

And Robert wants to, he wants to, he really wants to and -

"I can't fake certain things anymore Rob."

And the fact that he's calling him Rob, for starters is enough to make Robert's eyes water.

Aaron shudders, and he's overwhelmed suddenly by the way his heart feels in his chest.

It's heavy and -

"I just - I'm sorry, and - I care about you Rob. I do." Aaron shudders, wipes at his face. "I'll go. Okay, I'll go."

Because, he could have been responsible for Robert being dying.

He walks towards the door again and then feels it slam against him. When he turns back around to look at Robert, his hands are in the air and he shudders.

"Don't go." Robert whispers. "I don't want you to go again."

And he's so startlingly honest that Aaron catches his breath.

"Come here." Robert says, gulps hard and despite the fact that he should be rebuilding that wall Aaron worked to knock down, he wants Aaron back in his arms.

And when he is, something melts in his chest.

Aaron clings tightly to him, arms around Robert's neck in a way that makes them so close.

Robert can hear Aaron's heart beating and he tentatively moves a hand over his back.

A comfort amongst everything around them.

~*~

Aaron's laying against Robert's sleepy body and he gently strokes at his freckled arm.

He's in absolute awe and that's weird because yeah the sex was mind blowing, spectacular even but -

There was something else as well.

It drives Aaron's head further towards Robert's chest as the older man strokes through his hair.

"Aaron?" Robert whispers, fills the moon soak through the window as Aaron nods against him. "How do you know they won't try and drain me?"

And Aaron eases himself up. "Because they're family and they know how I feel about you."

That makes Robert arch an eyebrow. "How you feel?" He teases just a little and Aaron blushes bright red and nods.

"How I feel." Aaron whispers, leans towards Robert a little closer and kisses him. "They're not going to touch you. Not ever, okay?"

Robert feels this sudden sense of certainty in Aaron's embrace and he nods his head a little.

"But others, you're still going to go after them?" Robert doesn't know what to think about that. It's not like he has ties with any others, not tight ones anyway but just the thought of someone else getting their powers drained is pretty grim.

Aaron gulps hard and all this conflict races through him before he sighs. "Only proper bad ones." He sort of promises. "Dangers."

Robert raises an eyebrow again. "You thought I was one."

And Aaron pulls Robert's body closer to his. "I thought you were a sad mope, there's a difference." He says, and Robert pokes. It makes him laugh and Robert is in awe of the sound he hasn't properly heard.

He holds Aaron's face a little and blinks gently. "I really like ya." He whispers. "Bit scary this?"

And he means what he feels, what it means.

Aaron nods, "I know." He whispers, holds at Robert's hand. "But if you can forgive me for -"

"Aaron, I already have." Robert tells him and Aaron warms a little.

"We'll be okay Sugden." Aaron settles his head further towards Robert and it's been so long since he's felt this at home.

~*~

Three weeks later:

Robert adjusts his tie and clears his throat nervously as he waits outside the black marbled door, too big and intimating for use really.

He's fighting against the urge to start pacing when Aaron opens the door for him and smiles a little as he sees him in a suit. A navy one with a black tie.

Aaron ducks his head out and smiles. "You can come in." He whispers, before he's dragging at Robert's hand and kissing at his cheek reassuringly. "They're not going to bite your head off, I promise ya."

And there's something contagious about the smile on Aaron's face.

So he nods.

Aaron waves a hand out in front of him and gets everyone's attention in the lighted room. Charity's there with Noah, and Cain has bought along Isaac and Moira.

Aaron can see his mum and Liv there too. Although Liv has her headphones in and looks bored out of her mind.

"This is Robert." Aaron's ridiculously proud and it's odd, but he holds Robert's hand as he watches Cain eye them up and down. "I know you already know about him, who he is but - I just thought I'd -"

"Show him off?" Charity does all this stuff with her eyes and Aaron groans.

Cain's already met him, given him quite the earful about the fact that he's lucky Aaron fell for him.

He's also told him that if he misuses his powers again then things will end badly.

It sort of struck the fear of God into Robert and -

Well there's a certain gratitude when it comes to second chances, so strong and moving that things just change and everything is viewed differently.

That's how it feels now.

Different.

Aaron's there too, making him realise how special and good he can be if he tries.  

"We're - he's my boyfriend. So - don't be horrible." He says, and Robert smiles a little as he sees Liv.

Liv likes him and he's thankful for that at least.

"As if we would be." Chas tuts out, comes over all excited and over the top. "Hello." She hasn't actually met him yet so she loses her mind.

Aaron blushes under her dramatics but Robert's amazing with it.

Everyone else nods a little too politely and Robert doesn't know what to say for a few seconds before Cain's rolling his eyes and slamming a file down on the table.

"Anyways, so we've got a next case on." He says. "A Powerful, already been responsible for some pretty hard core fraud. He's also set a house on fire for revenge so -"

"Sounds like a dick." Aaron says, and then looks up at Robert. "What do you think?" He asks and Robert sort of doesn't know what to say.

He's self conscious and awkward and he knows that this is Aaron's way of making him aware of what he actually does at work.

He's trying to make it all less scary and mean and it's working, a bit. He thinks he has something to say and then Charity comes along to shove at his arm.

"Not as good looking as you is he?"

And Robert sort of warms under the way Aaron and Charity bicker suddenly about her being weird.

"Anyway. The name is Joseph Tate."

Robert's heard the name, knows the face.

He supposes this is where he comes in. Aaron's bought him here to try and ease his mind but apparently he could come in use when it comes to smug business tycoons.

Everyone suddenly looks at him and he doesn't know what to say until he's clearing his throat and gulping.

"You can find him in the Land Parks Buildings. He's usually cheating people out of money there." Robert says quietly before rubbing a hand through his hair. "Oh and - there was a rumour going around that he kidnapped some bloke's kid with his mind. It was over a credit loan."

That earns a nod of the head from Cain and the others.

And then a breathless kiss from Aaron when everyone is gone.

Because apparently he's done good and that is sexy according to his boyfriend.

"Did I do good then?" Robert smirks a little, eyes flickering just for a few seconds and then Aaron pulls him tighter towards his body.

"You did great." Aaron whispers, kisses him again and then suddenly his heart is beating out of his chest. Tate needs stopping, you get that right?" Robert nods a little.

And Aaron's always going to run things by Robert like this he thinks. Because he wants him to know that there's a difference between Robert and some other Powerfuls.

He's found a good one.

"I think I love you." He admits, blurts out almost with his hand against Robert's steady heartbeat.

And it's probably terrifyingly too soon and wrong of him to say but -

Robert's chest explodes and for the first time it feels easy to say,

"I think that sounds about right. I think I love you too."

Maybe he's not all wrong.

There's a beat of something beautiful between them and Aaron smiles into a kiss before he pulls away.

"We going to catch this Joesph Tate together then?"

And together, doing this, for as long as Robert will put up with him and his wild family, is exactly what Aaron wants.

"Together." Robert says, and Aaron's heart swells as he looks at the older man. His boyfriend, and it's sort of mad how that's true now. But it is, and he's so lucky.

{ "Aaron, if you find a good Powerful. You'll be the luckiest boy in the world." }

No, he's the luckiest, and God he won't tell Robert's massive ego that, but he'll tell anyone else who wants to listen and he doesn't think he'll ever stop feeling like this.

He smiles against the thought as Robert kisses him again and he holds his hand an they follow the rest of the team.

[imsarabum]

A Fan-Sign To Remember (M) // Im Jaebum

**GIF originally posted by got7europe**

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary//Request: You decide to pay Jaebum a sneaky, surprise visit to one of GOT7′s fan-sign events. However, after teasing and torturing him past the point of no return - Jaebum decides to teach you a lesson or two once everyone leaves.

WARNING: This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature. You have been warned.

You knew exactly what you had been doing from the moment you set foot into the hall that was currently being rented out by JYP to facilitate GOT7’s fan-sign event. In fact, you had planned your devious endeavour hours in advance; wearing a skirt that was perhaps a little daring in its length – making sure you looked just right in all the places that you knew drove Jaebum absolutely insane. Furthermore, you had sided with the devil over the angel on either side of your conscience when you had made the decision to wear the skimpiest pair of panties in your top drawer. And - the cherry on top of it all, was the fact that Jaebum had absolutely no idea that you would be among the ranks of fans attending the fan-sign, and you planned to see just how far you could push him before he would lose his cool entirely.

The first time that Jaebum noticed you were present was when BamBam had casually leaned in to him as they all sat down at the table to await each fan to sign their albums and exchange words. “Hyung – isn’t that (Y/N)? Far right, third row!” he whispered, causing Jaebum to flick his eyes over to the direction that BamBam had inclined his head. Sure enough, to his complete and utter shock, you were sitting as cute as a button beside fans that had absolutely no idea that their beloved Jaebum had been in a very serious, committed relationship with you for the past two years. Every single one of his romantic songs – right down to the soft words he penned in his notebook were about you and you only. And as he locked eyes with you, you couldn’t help but unleash a slightly coy grin as you waved to him shyly; and Jaebum – despite being incredibly confused and taken aback, couldn’t help but smile in turn.

“Did you know she was coming?” BamBam asked quietly as the first set of fans armed with their albums approached the table. “No…I had no idea….” Jaebum replied vaguely, whilst thinking to himself – “(Y/N) – what the hell are you up to?” as he observed the less than innocent look on your face; a look that had trouble written all over it in a language that only you and Jaebum knew between each other. He knew that in no time at all, your row would be called up to come and greet each of them – and his heart hammered in his chest at the thought of you both being so close together in front of many watchful eyes.

When your row had been called up – you were met with ghost-like expressions on GOT7’s faces as they all knew exactly who you were; passing confused looks between you and Jaebum as they tried their best to act as if they had no idea who you were. And, when you finally reached Jaebum in his usual attire of black on black Vetements with his hair slicked back off his forehead – that’s when the game really began.

“Hi Jaebum!” you chirped as you sat your album down in front of him, rather enjoying the look of happiness mixed with disbelief painted on his features.

“…hello – what’s your name?” he played along as he smiled to you, but didn’t wait for your answer as he proceeded to write your name along with his autograph on your chosen page of the booklet. You smirked, watching his hands tremble slightly as he desperately tried to avoid your gaze – but failed miserably.

“You look so good today Jaebum~ I’m your biggest fan” you extended your hand to his, placing your fingers on top of his as you stroked them delicately. “Do you like my skirt? You know – I wore it just for you.”

As Jaebum took your hand in his as he had done with every other fan that day, he let his gaze drop from your eyes to your skirt in a rather passive aggressive manner ��� taking in its length and colour; how well it suited you, and his mind reeling with what lay beneath it. “It’s a bit short (Y/N), don’t you think?” his smile didn’t match the condescending mumble of his baritone voice as he returned his eyes to yours, squeezing your hand tightly that ultimately let you know you were in big trouble.

“Oh…it’s not to your liking?” you tilted your head sweetly, causing Jaebum to stiffen his jaw as he watched your free hand move to the hem of your skirt – observing the way you played with the material ever-so-gently.

“Perhaps, it’s more suited to other times. For a certain someone’s eyes only – don’t you think?” he gave back as good as you put in front of him, wanting nothing more than to get you alone so he could tear the skirt off you. Alas, the hall was filled with fans, staff, and other GOT7 members – and to say what he was really thinking about out loud would have surely been a recipe for complete disaster.

“Hmm…then you certainly wouldn’t approve of something else I’m wearing. Oh!” you exclaimed quietly as you ‘accidently’ dropped your album to the floor – before turning around to quickly bend down to pick it up; offering Jaebum a little private glimpse of underneath your skirt. As his eyes locked with the flimsy material of your skimpy panties, he felt his face heat up at the sight of your clothed heat between your thighs. And – just as you turned back around to gift him with a deviant smile, Jaebum bit his lip as he felt a rather painful erection grow within the confines of his ripped skinny jeans. “You little bitch…” he glared at you longingly – the aggression in his eyes making you almost cream with desire as you forced yourself to stifle a giggle at his expense.

“Thank you for signing my album, Jaebum!” you nodded at him – watching ten levels of stress and pandemonium habituate his striking features as you looked down at his crotch, noticing him trying to cross his legs to make it less obvious that he had a full grown boner on show. “GOT7 fighting!” you added in a sickly-sweet tone, before turning around and walking off the stage – leaving Jaebum with his explicit thoughts of you as another eager fan approached him with her album. Jaebum gritted his teeth silently as he tried his best to carry on as if nothing had happened, but for the entire duration of the rest of the fan-signing, he couldn’t help but glance in your direction every so often to see the smuggest of grins on your lips. Even long after his rather firm problem between his legs had thankfully died down, he still couldn’t shake the thought of how daring you had been to so boldly show up unannounced and pull the little stunt you had pulled. And as the fan-signing drew to a close, you spied Jaebum glancing down at his phone as soon as the last fan walked down the steps from the stage back to her seat. The next thing you felt was your phone vibrating – a text from none other than Jaebum, of course.

FROM: Jaebaby

When the event is over, go to the very back and sit in one of the seats to the far left. Stay there until I come and get you.

A shiver ran through you at the coldness of his text as you glanced from the screen back to Jaebum, noticing that he didn’t offer any further glances in your direction as he proceeded to thank the fans for coming, before each member said goodbye on the mic. As he had instructed, you casually made your way to the back of the hall once GOT7 had left the stage – taking a seat at the far left to pretend to rummage through your bag as if you were looking for something, before soon enough; everyone bar you had left the hall. “That was easy – don’t they at least do a final sweep to make sure everyone’s out?” you pondered as you sat alone in the quiet, spacious room – watching as the sizeable overhead lights dimmed to a calming glow. “I wonder how long he’ll be…” you found yourself feeling nervous and slightly antsy as you listened to the dull murmur of faded voices and footsteps outside – slowly growing more quiet, before leaving you in complete and utter, deafening silence. “Did I push him too far? Is he angry at me for doing this?” you began to doubt your actions, wondering how Jaebum would react to your sly antics. “It’s not the first time we’ve been…careless like this in public. But maybe…this was too risky?” you pursed your lips together as you began nervously twiddling your thumbs, thinking back to how your idea seemed like a good one at the time. As you continued to let shadowed doubt fill the recesses of your mind, you didn’t even notice that someone had been slowly approaching you from behind; that was, until you felt a pair of warm hands place themselves over your eyes.

You took in a sharp breath of air – almost jumping out of your skin at the sudden touch of a stranger…but you soon found out that the person behind you was no stranger, as Jaebum leaned in close to your ear; whispering so faintly, just loud enough for you to hear. “Stand up…” his voice was deep, rich and velvet-like to you as you felt his warm breath fan over the skin on your ear. “We need to have a few words, don’t you think?” you could hear the seriousness radiating from his words as you swallowed hard, taking to your feet with excitement coursing through you.

“What words would they be, Jaebum?” you replied as you turned around to see his face shadowed and contoured by the dim lighting above you both. Jaebum silently motioned for you to walk and meet him at the end of the row of seats, and you felt your heart start to pound in your chest. “Are you mad at me?” you asked when you had reached the end of the row, standing right in front of him as he leered back at you mercilessly.

“Mad at you?” he tilted his head as he pursed his lips together, running his eyes up and down your body as if he were undressing you with them. “I wouldn’t say I’m mad at you baby. But…you’ve been extremely naughty today. Do you realise what could have happened if something went wrong?” he extended two of his fingers, placing them just below your chin to elevate your eyes to his.

“But…nothing went wrong, did it?” you gave him a playful tone as you reached for his wrist, wrapping your hand around it and feeling his heated skin on your palm while his breathing started to become uneven. “The only problem we encountered was you getting a bit too excited at the table. Imagine that, huh?” you whispered, knowing from the look on his face that you had him right where you wanted him, almost being able to cut the sexual tension between you both with a knife. “Imagine what IGOT7 would say if they had of seen how hard you were was under the table? Imagine what they would say if they knew… that all you could think about was bending your girlfriend over the fan-sign table and fucking her right then and there?” you licked your lips kittenishly as you moved your body towards his – pressing your hand to his crotch to feel just how much of an effect you had on him – hearing his breathing become slightly jarred and hitched in his throat as you pressed your chest to his. Jaebum felt overcome with his need to devour you as you took it upon yourself to lay your lips to his neck – kissing and nibbling on the parts of him that coated his body in goose-bumps. You relished in the sound of his small groans as he let his hands wander your body, before stopping just below your ass; feeling him grab your cheeks under your skirt and fondle them in soft caressing motions – before they grew rougher and more primitive with each second that passed.

“Is that what you want, huh?” he murmured, digging his fingers into the soft skin of your rear cheeks as he felt his erection press flat against your stomach. “You want me to fuck you on the table, (Y/N)? Is that what gets you off? Is that why you came here today?” he began pushing you towards the stage – his hands never leaving you as you continued to kiss his neck. For a split-second, you thought he was just calling your bluff and teasing you like he usually did, but when you looked up into his eyes to see them staring back most invasively, you knew he was being deadly serious.

“How about we continue this back at home?” you suggested, but to your shock – Jaebum was practically raising you off your feet to walk backwards up the steps to the stage. And, before you knew it, he was pressing the lower half of your body against the very table that only moments ago; many fans had been innocently anticipating meeting their idols and getting their albums signed.

Jaebum chuckled darkly, momentarily showing his pearly white grin, “Uh-uh, you don’t get to come in here and get me all riled up without having to pay the consequences. Did you honestly think I’d let you leave without teaching you a lesson?” his low voice sounded in your mind as you began panicking. You could hardly believe that he was being serious – even as he pressed his lips to yours and trapped you in a heated kiss. “Jaebum we can’t do this here!” you protested into his mouth, “What if someone comes in? Then –“

“Then I suggest you try your best to keep quiet, baby girl…wouldn’t want anyone hearing you moaning my name. Imagine that?” his eyes twinkled in delight as you gave him a scornful look mixed with playful disbelief. In a way, it felt like what you were both doing was similar to sacrilege in its purest form – but as Jaebum turned you around to promptly lay you face down on the table; you found the thrill and the excitement of being caught to be an exhilarating feeling you had no idea that would give you so much pleasure – until now. As you moved your head to the side to glance at the backstage door in fear of anyone walking in, you felt Jaebum delicately hike the material of your skirt up over your backside. You held your breath when his fingers began hooking themselves around your panties, and you heard him produce a quiet hum of satisfaction as he peeled them down your thighs; exposing yourself to him already saturated from all the anticipation and adrenaline that pumped through your system. Jaebum smirked from behind you, placing your soiled panties into the back pocket of his jeans as you heard him undo his zipper.

“Jaebum you can’t be serious, we can’t do this here we’ll get caught! This is a really bad idea, we should just go home and –“ you began, but immediately – your words lost all sense of coherency as your breath turned into a laboured gasp of pleasure from the feeling of Jaebum pushing the tip of his cock past your sopping folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already baby…you’re always so ready for me aren’t you?” Jaebum purred as he bottomed out inside you – causing you to nearly roll your eyes back from the feeling of him filling you entirely. Before you could even think to answer, you felt his hands grab your hips as he rooted his feet to the ground, pummelling into you with every frustration you had instilled in him the whole time during the fan-sign. It took every ounce of self control you had to not scream out in pleasure – but it didn’t stop moans from escaping your mouth each time his cock rubbed against your g-spot deep within you.

“You really want someone to hear us – don’t you?” Jaebum grunted – his thrusts now jolting the large table forward as you lay your hands flat on its surface to stable yourself.

“J-Jaebum, I can’t –“ you tried to tell him that it’s not your fault you couldn’t keep quiet; not whilst he was giving it to you good from behind, at least.

“You can’t what, huh? You can’t keep quiet?” his voice was condescending in nature as he moved his hand around to the underside of your belly, reaching towards your clit where he began rubbing fast circles with his ring and middle finger. You felt your knees buckle underneath you as Jaebum truly conquered you in every way imaginable while you put your own hand over your mouth because you didn’t trust yourself not to let a full blown scream slip out.

Jaebum could feel himself starting to lose any sense of control he had as he felt your orgasm clench his member in the most enthralling way possible – taking his hand and putting it back on your hip to gain full control of his thrusts once more. If someone had of walked in, they would have been greeted with the sight of him pile-driving you from behind right into the table with his jeans and boxers around his thighs; observing the prominent vein bulging in the middle of his forehead with his bottom lip trapped tightly between his teeth to stifle his own grunts and groans. For all Jaebum knew, someone could have been watching, but all he could see and hear was the sight of his thick length disappearing inside of you with the lewd sound of his skin smacking up against yours. With a final thrust – you felt Jaebum unload inside you; the hot, creamy feeling of his seed filling your cavern to the brim as his movements slowed – both of you panting and perspiring in wake of your pleasure filled, sexual gratification to each other.

“(Y/N)…” Jaebum whispered as he leaned down into you – pressing his lips to your neck to motion for you to turn your head back a little more, before finding your open mouth and gifting you gentle, loving kisses. You felt him pull you backwards and up into his chest as he slipped his member out of you – the sudden feeling of being empty of him always leaving you wanting more and more. You wearily turned around, half perching yourself on the table to allow him to continue kissing you as his tongue slipped past your lips and twined with yours. Your heart was still hammering in your chest; but you had since long forgotten about the danger of being caught, despite being so concerned about it to begin with.

“And you said that I’m the naughty one” you chuckled as soon as Jaebum removed his lips from yours – both of you donning smug grins as he pulled his boxers and jeans back up to his waist.

“Well, I had to teach you a lesson – didn’t I?” he jested, zipping his jeans and fastening the top button.

“So you mean to tell me that you wish I didn’t come here today and tease you?” you questioned him with a wry tone. “You didn’t enjoy it? Not even one little bit? I think you’re lying to yourself, Im Jaebum~” you rested your arms over his broaden shoulders as he looked into your eyes.

Jaebum gave you a huge, silent grin – one that he knew was always accidently your favourite look on him. “You’re right. I enjoyed it a bit too much, actually…” he bit his lip while you nodded your head cutely at him.

“By the way, where are my panties?” you asked – suddenly realizing that you were still standing there with no underwear on and in need of going to the closest restroom to give yourself a little bit of a clean-up.

“…you see, your lesson isn’t over yet, (Y/N)” Jaebum began backing away – watching all forms of horror take place on your face as he slowly inched himself towards the stage door. “You have to leave through the main door – and I have to leave through this door…which means, if you want your panties back, you’ll have to meet me back at your apartment~ Don’t worry though, they’re nice and safe in my pocket” he tapped his backside to signal where he was keeping them.

You blinked at him in disbelief, hardly able to form proper words at the thought of what he was suggesting. “What?! You expect me to walk home with no panties on?” you were half-smiling – but only because of the cheeky look on his face that always allowed him to run rings around you whenever he wanted.

“Mhm~ See you at home, princess~ Better hurry before it starts getting cold, though. Might be awful chilly out there…” he smirked in between licking his lips as he waved at you. “(Y/N) – fighting!” he mimicked your voice from earlier on when you had left him on stage with a boner; as he was now the one leaving you on stage with the remnants of himself inside you; and no panties. And with that; you stood with the biggest shock slapped across your face as you watched him go through the stage door – all while thinking to yourself:

“…that little bitch…”

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Trump’s Bad Day Part 2: Covfefe Blues

Things were going so well initially! Not even a full month ago, he was able to meet Vladimir Putin in person again and gave the Russian leader the best rimming he possibly could. He’d swear it on his life. 

But good times don’t last forever. After his first failed attempt at passing the “Kill the poor” healthcare bill, Trump was eagerly waiting for the senate to pass their own version. His eyes were glued to the television screen; not an uncommon activity for President 45. Though he could barely understand what all of those confusing multisyllabic governmental words were, he knew that his promise to make America great again hung in the balance of those he’d call his subordinates. 

“Grampa Sessions, do you think they’ll really pass it? They better!” He waved a tiny fist at the screen. “I worked very hard on that bill!”

Jess Sessions held back the urge to remind Donald that he didn’t do a damn thing the whole time. “When niggercare is repealed, we’ll finally be free from the poor and the blacks, Donnie. Don’t you worry. McConnell is the best deal maker there is.”

Suddenly, Trump’s hair stood up and before Sessions could realize his error, the keebler elf bore witness once again to another one of Donald’s favorite tantrumps. The president rushed over to the screen when McConnell was shown and started banging on the glass. “No no no no! I’m the best deal maker! Me me me me me me me me!” There wasn’t any risk of the screen breaking, of course, but it was a bit embarrassing to look at. It sounded like a fly rapidly ramming itself into the glass. 

“Yes, you are sir.” Sessions wanted to back away, but knew like every other Republican that he had to stick by Trump during his outbursts. 

Trump started reaching into his pocket. “But you said I wasn’t! Do you think I’m a baby, Jeff? You think- you think I can’t be presidently? I’m the bestest president ever! I-I’m going to tweet about this right now!” 

“NO!” Sessions leaped over at Donald with all the power he could muster but he fell just short of the orange man. Donald meanwhile smiled with the smuggest look he could make and started to tap at the screen with his tiny thumbs. 

It would actually take minutes for Donald to write out a coherent sentence but when he was finished, he proudly stashed the phone in his pocket and plopped his fat ass back on the chair to watch more of the news. “That’ll teach you to call me a baby, Jeff. 

All the commotion did raise the suspicions of some of the other staff, but the only person brave or stupid enough to enter the room was Donald Trump Jr. Meekly, he poked his head through the door and saw his father sitting beside the limp body of the attorney general. In his eyes, it was possible to see conflict. He didn’t want to be in that room but something drove him further in.

“Daaaaaaaady” He whined.

“What the fuck do you want, Jr. Can’t you see I’m watching the news. This is very important presidentiallity work, believe me. This work, Obama couldn’t do this work. He just sat around golfing the whole time. Not like me. I’m a hard worker. I work hard. Why Putin, he knew I worked hard. He looked at me while I looked at those sweet sexy 14 year old beauty contest chicks and he knew I worked hard unlike Obama who’s bigly lazy. I’m a good president, damnit! I’m the best! My approval ratings are high! 40 is just a few points away from 100-trenty billion! “

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaaady  I accidentally posted pictures of me taking a blood oath to serve Putin on Twitter!”

Donald was ready to slap his son. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Why the fuck would you do that you failed abortion?”

“Because the New York Times-”

“We call them as Uncle Bannon calls them: The Jew York Fucking Kikes”

“They threatened to post it themselves so I tried to get ahead of them but now now now now everyone’s saying I’m stupid and I’m not!” He stomped his foot and pouted, but Donald didn’t care. He turned around, told his son to fuck off, and resumed watching the news. 

The boy however wasn’t satisfied. He didn’t get what he wanted and a Trump is always supposed to get what he wants. “I’ll tell Ivanka that you were mean!”

Suddenly, Trump was interested in his son’s misfortune. “Okay okay, I’ll tell Twitter that you’re a good boy! Just don’t tell Ivanka anything. I haven’t had any pussy for months and I need to prime my pump! I came up with that phrase, by the way. I’m the best at coming up with phrases. It just comes to me, believe me. The phrases I think of, they’re the best. They really are.”

Satisfied with the deal he made, Jr left the room and allowed Trump to keep a close tab on the vote. McConnell wasn’t in the room at the moment on account of having to give blow jobs to his corporate backers, but having left a stuffed turtle in his chair as a placeholder, the scene looked exactly the same either way. 

The other senators were busy wondering if enough democrats would die without healthcare that they won’t have to worry about losing the 2018 election if they vote yes. The facts showed that red states are the most dependent on government programs, but facts are for liberals and they certainly weren’t those cucks. 

“Hey Sessions, what’s in the healthcare bill anyways?” Trump leaned over and saw the AG still unconscious on the floor. “I asked you a question, Jeff. Don’t ignore me! I’m the boss!” 

Still the man didn’t move. Only a few murmurs about lynching and how good the kkk would be if they didn’t smoke the devil’s leaf left his lips. 

“Goddamnit, Jeff. I have to do everything myself.”

He pulled out his trusty phone from his pocket and quickly tried googling the bill but was immediately blown back by the amount of information he had to go through. Why, there weren’t even any funny pictures of him beating up Killey like his intel briefings now have. 

Worse yet, all the information came from fake news sites and they were all so mean to him. No way that a website that spoke ill of him would have any accurate information. It just wasn’t possible in his eyes and yet, all these websites talked about how millions would lose their healthcare coverage and thousands would die as a result. No! It’s all fake news! It has to be!

At last he came across a source that he knew he could trust. With thousands of labels for each individual thing tying into some political issue, a Ben Garrison cartoon gave the President all the insight he needed to understanding the health care debacle. In it, Trump was dressed as a macho Jesus and was handing a health care bill to Uncle Sam while Hillary and various caricatures of SJWs seethed in the background. Trump really liked the cartoon because of all the labels it had meaning he didn’t have to try and figure out anything for himself. 

“Wow! Those democrats are trying to stop me from making America great again, but I didn’t know it that this bad!” 

As it turns out, Donald would be sitting there for a few days. He only stopped to golf, eat, and send erotic nude photos of himself to Putin who swore that he wouldn’t use them as blackmail later on. His timing was as good as his presidency. The vote was actually a few days away. 

When the vote did occur, Trump was sorely disappointed to learn that it didn’t pass. If only those democrats didn’t use their full control over congress, despite being the minority, to sway the vote. He wondered if hillary’s emails had anything to do with this. 

But hope wasn’t dead. McConnell then suggested they vote to take away healthcare entirely. No replacement. That can come in two years or so. Just no healthcare at all. Trump clapped enthusiastically. 

“This is exactly what I promised!” He bounced up and down on this chair. What better way to make America great than to take healthcare away from millions so that a few billionaires can be a few dollars richer. It’s exactly what the country needed and now his plan was going to be realized.

“Mike! Get me some steak and two scoops!” He shouted while taking care not to take his eyes from the screen.

When commercials hit, he checked Twitter. The Russian bots were very happy about the prospect of America losing its healthcare while stupid dissenters complained about not being able to get any coverage for life threatening illnesses. Don’t they know they just need to pull themsleves up by their bootstraps and become self made men like Trump? Just ask their fathers for a small loan of a million dollars if they can’t afford anything. Stupid peasants. 

To celebrate the night, he tweeted out a victory cry for the alt-right. It was a picture of pepe the frog smiling and giving a thumbs up while receiving a ridiculously high hospital bill for an operation he undergone. “With no Obamacare, there’s no stopping the insurance companies from doing what they want and that’s a good thing!” 

At last, the commercials were over and just in time for Mike Pence to deliver a well done steak and a bowl of ice cream. The vice president wouldn’t even look at Trump during the whole delivery, having suffered through his superior’s long and very detailed story about all the homosexual acts he and Putin committed. 

The senators were all lined up and ready to cast their votes. One by one the screen showed every yes and every no. If course the obstructionist libcucks were saying no. If Donald was going to be president for 8 years, he knew he wouldn’t be able to take any more obstruction. Could you imagine a president having to put up with 8 years of petty obstructionists trying to block your progress out of spite? 

But the republicans worried him just as much. already some bitch voted no, and now another one voted no too! Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. No!? 

And that was it. No taking away healthcare from millions. No yuge extra money for corporate masters. They might only get less extra money now, those unfortunate billionaires. Trump couldn’t believe what he was looking at. It was his command that they do what he wanted and he clearly wanted healthcare taken away. Why were they disobeying him?

A thunk erupted from the flood when Trump dropped his bowl of ice cream. It was just enough for him to look down and accidentally catch sight of his steak. It wasn’t a steak. Once again it was a giant log of shit. 

“HILLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARYYYYYYYYY!!!!”

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