okay, it took me a while to write everything down, but here are my thoughts and reactions to the last 19 days chapter!! (an alternative title for this could be ‘how to make people regret asking about your thoughts’)
anyway, it’s been pretty hard for me to put some order to my thoughts, because im just!!!!!!! so in love with this chapter!!!!!!!! it’s been a whole day and im still such a mess, there are noises coming out of my mouth but they’re not human, and i can’t find the right words to express how i feel because this update wAS TOO MUCH FOR MY POOR HEART
i think this might be my favorite tianshan chapter, tho it’s a very close tie with chapter 185, and im afraid i’ve been kinda all over the place, but hopefully it makes sense!! (putting this under a cut because it’s really long and there are some pictures)
WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS?! THIS IS WORSE THAN THE FRAMEWORK. OH MY GOD WHAT DID SHE DO TO MY CHILD FITZ DOESN'T DESERVE THIS JESUS FUCK MACK'S STILL IN THE FRAMEWORK FUCK THIS MURDER BOT BITCH IS GONNA DESTROY EVERYTHING WHY DID RADCLIFFE MAKE HER WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK — OH MY GOSH YO-YO IS IN THE FRAMEWO—
A/N: FINALLYYYYYY I hope you guys aren’t disappointed :/ i know yall are hyped so i hope it meets your expectations (it prolly doesnt TT) More action will happen in pt. 5 but this pt. got some stuff too… hopefully I won’t take as long to write the next part tho. My apologies again my friends for taking 10 years to finish this…
It’s late, my mind is wandering, and I got nothing in my inbox, so fuck it…. we’re getting Biblical.
If you’ve never heard or read the story about Lucifer’s expulsion from Heaven, here’s a Cliff’s Notes version. Lucifer was the most beautiful of God’s Angels and loved God the most. But when God created Man amd ordered his kingdom to love this mortal creation as much as you love me, Lucifer would have nothing to do with it, because Man is flawed and God is perfect. After demanding that Lucifer love Man, and refusing once more Lucifer was kicked out, but not without taking some of his friends with him.
If I’m not mistaken, that’s how the War began as well, for Lucifer was convinced that God was no longer fit to rule the Heavens. So a mighty war raged on for millenia, a War Lucifer lost, and was cast so far from God’s love, that his beauty melted, his wings molted and turned to leather, and he was imprisoned in a Lake of Ice from the waist down. Some of this I pieced together from Dante’s Inferno.
But that’s the jist of it. But what if the story is wrong? What if its just a story, and the truth is more simple. Most of the time, the truth of EVERY story is so much more simple than the story, because with a story, you neex to keep an audience, the truth just is. It doesn’t care about ratings or views or followers, it just is - and that’s why I believe that this whole War of the Heavens is just a Biblical Religious Dick-Waving party to get people to join a certain religion. But that’s another topic.
What if the truth is that when God created us, he saw exactly how fucked up we were, and he washed his hands and said “Ugh, well… maybe if I just leave this, they’ll die out on their own.” And Lucifer was all “Dude! You just can’t make life and then abandon it because YOU fucked up! Who the fuck does that!” And God was all “I’m God, I can do whatever the fuck I want! Now if you don’t mind, I want to get bad to creating these galaxies again, those are fun to make!” And Lucifer was “Fine, man. Fuckin’ Hell. I guess I’ll just look after these guus for you, huh? Y'sunuvabitch!”
“Can’t hear you, dude… I’m like 5 billion light years away, man!”
What if God was the ultimate Dead Beat Dad that we blindly worship because we only have HALF of the information. And Lucifer’s only the bad guy because when we finally started to show promise, God came back, told us that He loved us and that Lucifer was the REAL enemy. But after that, he never really did anything actually PROVE that he loved us. Oh, sure , there was Jesus, THE son of God, but its written like several times in The Bible that we are ALL children of God, so what the fuck is THAT all about? And if this really WAS God’s kid - dude just let us kill him without batting an eye, now I don’t know what kind of bullshit Dad does that, cuz if someone looks at my kids funny I kick'em in the dick, and He just let us crucify the FUCK out of his ONLY son…. and then nothing. No revenge, no plague of locusts, no flood to wash the sin away, not even a divine fart.
So, that’s my take on things. Hence why I really don’t trust the Christian/Jewish thing. I mean, the only difference between the two is that Christians believe Jesus was the Son of God, and the Jews believe Jesus was just another prophet, like Moses and are still waiting for the Chosen One to finally appear. But all in all, its a wash. I mean, at least in Greek and Roman times, their Gods would actually DO shit when yoy prayed to them. Allow your ship to pass safely, help your army win the battle, Zeus ends up fucking yoyr daughter and you have a Minotaur for a grandson, fine fine…. but at least it was something….
Look at what we’re taught. God’s love is unconditional. You’ve read that, right? He loves us all, all of us… ALL OF US. It doesn’t even matter if you don’t believe in Him, He still loves you. And He loves us so much, that He lets us kill each other, and steal from each other, and lie to each other - all these rules he told us NOT TO DO, but He still loves us. Dude, I don’t know about you, but I dish out punishment when my kids lie to me. But we have nothing to show for it. Oh, yeah, we will reach judgement when we reach the Kingdom of Heaven… sure, we’ve been promised shit before and its never delivered - so what the fuck are we doing here?
Have any of you ACTUALLY read the Satanist Bible? Its not about evil and fucking goats and sacrifice and all that. NO! Its more of a “We’re kind of on our own so let’s treat each other decently” type of thing. But honestly, and…. by the way, if you “claim” to be open-minded, you kinda have to, but anyways… but honestly, what if Lucifer has had our back the entire time? What if everything we thought was a gift from God, was actually Lucifer because God’s a dead beat dad. He saw us as doomed to fail and said “fuck it, peace I’m out” and Lucifer stayed with us, and said “I know you’re not perfect, but we’ll get through this.”
Just think, what if everything we’ve ever been told about God was a complete lie, and it was all a scheme to coverup that God made us, then wanted to drown us like a sack of kittens from the get go.
What if Lucifer swooped in at the last minute, held us tight and say “I’ll take care of you the best way I know how”.
When you begin to think about the fact that no one, on this earth has ever seen God and lived to tell the tale, and everything that has been written on the subject of God has all been from our own flawed hand, our own imperfect mind - and you start to think that maybe, just maybe if there if something else out is there, that maybe its not this old guy sitting on a cloud, it takes a HUGE burden off of your shoulders. You don’t HAVE to believe what your mom and dad believe. You don’t have to tolerate this fairy tale bullshit that we’re being spoonfed. You can tell that these people that are killing in the name of their god and governing in the name of their god that they are completely full of shit.
Seriously, if you take 100% of all religious sub-context out of everything in society that is looked down upon - where is the wrong in it? Look at abortion. Without weighing ANY religious opinion or belief in on the topic, what is wrong with it? Pre-marital sex? Divorce? Homosexuality? Eating meat on Friday? NOTHING!
We put all of our blind faith into a giant book of fairy tales that no one really questions. And if they do, everyone excommunicates them as a heretic.
Believe what you want, but I’m going to follow my own beliefs. I’m going to treat people the way they deserve to be treated, based off of their actions and not their words. I am going to give everyone a fair shot to fuck up on their own. I am going to teach my kids to live life hard and love even harder. To be there for people, but to make sure to be there for yourselves too. That family doesn’t always mean blood relation, its just better when it is. To love without regret, without remorse, without judgement.
MAN THIS VIDEO WAS IN THE YOUTUBE SUGGESTIONS “team ohckgwuh” god i am never gonna be able to unhear dub maxie’s voice it fits SO WELL with his ORAS redesign??? tfw u fuck up the dubbing so bad u accidentally predict the future
And OH GOD i forgot how fuckin stupid their plan was in the anime, jesus christ somehow manages to beat ‘rocket fuel volcano’ ‘hey lets NOT capture groudon, lets capture kyogre just to annoy team aqua’ and simultaneously archie had the exact same idea then they beat each other up for the legendary they actually wanted
man, its a shame I cant find the vid of “HEY MAXIE I’M UP HERE” “archiiiiiiiie..!” tho. Its hard to google that XD
“Okay, okay,” Clarke says, giggling a little. Champagne always makes her giggly. It’s the bubbles. “But remember when–who was it, Monty?”
“I don’t know where you’re going with this, but odds are good it was Monty,” Bellamy says. He’s not laughing as much as she is, but he’s got this smile playing around his lips, fond and amused, and Clarke can’t quite stop looking at him.
She’d been a little nervous about coming to Raven and Octavia’s wedding. She loves them, both of them, and she’s so stupidly happy for them, but it felt like kind of a minefield. Finn is here, but they’ve basically agreed to ignore each other, because everyone has agreed their entire relationship was a mistake and it’s best to pretend it never happened. But it wasn’t like that with Bellamy. Bellamy remains the best significant other she’s ever had, and she wasn’t pining for him or anything, but–it wasn’t the bad kind of nerves for him,honestly. It was this low, hopeful anticipation, because they were great together, and the only reason they broke up was that they graduated from college and went to opposite ends of the country.
And Octavia’s his sister, so of course he was going to be at her wedding. Of course she was going to see him.
Jesus Christ I’m getting the Anti hoodie because I saved a bunch and got a little over enough. I was so happy I got the money but now thanks to shipping fees I’m short. Oh my god why is shipping so much?!
guess who’s not going to be able to touch anyone for the next forever
my brain is now convinced that my girlfriend, my friends, everyone who i love and trust, are secretly polluted, and none of them even /know/ it so all of the reassurances in the world are utterly meaningless. the most hypersensitive friend i have might actually be polluted down to their bones and this will never end until i am dead
well if there was anything that could convince me to stop pining over not having a baby, this is it. i just keep imagining myself having a red baby, a polluted baby, and oh god oh god oh god time to go sob again
You’ve had sex with Scully exactly four times, counting tonight. It has been more amazing than you’d ever imagined – and you’ve imagined it almost every night for six years.
She is quiet, more so than you would have thought. Her quiet moans and sighs are beautiful, the sounds she makes sexy as hell; they just don’t give you much to go on.
You want to know what she likes, what makes her hot, what causes her to lose control.
You don’t need the dirty talk, honestly. You just want to make her feel as fucking incredible as she makes you feel.
You crave her unbridled pleasure, because she deserves it (and, okay, also because you really want to be the lucky bastard who is able to do that for her).
So tonight, you ask her.
“Tell me what to do,” you whisper against her neck, as you thrust hard into her hot, wet cunt.
“This,” she breathes softly. “This is good.”
“No, tell me,” you insist. “What do you like?” You run your fingertips under the soft swell of her breast, your thumb grazing the diamond hard pink of her nipple. She gasps quietly. “I like this,” she assures you, her fingers digging into your biceps.
“What else?” You’re persistent, tracing your tongue along the shell of her ear. “What makes you really – ” you thrust harder “ – really fucking wet?”
Her face flushes then. “God, Mulder,” she gasps. Her thighs begin to tremble around you, as they always do just before she comes.
Several minutes later, once your heart rate returns to normal, you broach the subject again.
“Why can’t you tell me what you like?”
She bites her lip, looking away. “I did,” she mumbles, pulling your t-shirt on over her head. “I like everything you do.” She glances over her shoulder, “Can’t you tell?”
“Well, sure,” you shrug. “You always seem to enjoy it. I just – ”
“Mulder,” she interrupts, standing. “I – I’m not like you, okay?” She stares down at her bare feet as her arms cross protectively over her chest. “I can’t talk about this – you know, sex – like you can.”
When she finally looks back up, her eyes are sad. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.
Dana Scully has allowed you into her bed – inside her body – and you made her feel like she has something to apologize for. I should kick my own ass, you think.
Now, hours later, she is sleeping soundly beside you, and you’re lying awake, feeling like a world class asshole.
Figuring sleep is out of the question for you, you move carefully off the bed to keep from disturbing her. Her deep moan stops you in your tracks.
A nightmare, is your first thought, and you consider waking her.
“God, Mulder, yes.” The second moan is one of unmistakable pleasure.
Your cock stirs, even as your mind insists you’re imagining this.
You’ve heard her talk in her sleep before – even held conversations, just so you can tease her about it later – but it’s usually just words, the nonsensical ramblings of an unconscious mind.
“Like that,” she whimpers, and you clamp your teeth down on your lip to keep from groaning out loud. “I want – ”
What, Scully? Tell me. Please. Tell me what you want.
Gently, you ease back down next to her on the bed. “What, Scully?” Your mouth is mere centimeters from her ear, and you pray to a God you don’t really believe in that she won’t wake up – at least not before she answers you.
“Harder.” Her sleep slurred voice takes on a hint of desperation as her hips tilt forward. “Pull my hair harder.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
Never in your wildest imagination…
When you find your voice again, you manage, “Yeah? You like it when I pull your hair?”
Your hands are clenched into fists, all your effort concentrated on not grabbing her hips and waking her up so you can fuck her into next week.
“What else?” You’re not sure how much more of this you can take – and truthfully, you feel a little bad that she’s not actually present for this conversation.
But you have to know.
“Fuck me hard.” Okay, hard seems to be a theme here.
Speaking of which, the situation below your waist is becoming almost painful.
Pull my hair. Fuck me hard.
It’s barely an educated guess, but you go with it.
“You want me to slap your ass, Scully?” God, don’t let this backfire. “What if I hold you down?”
“Fuckyesohgodyes.” Her entire body tenses, shuddering. You watch in awe, your dick throbbing painfully. Slowly, her breaths even out, causing her breasts to once again move softly up and down.
Within seconds, she is sleeping as deeply and peacefully as you’ve ever seen.
“Scully?” You keep your voice to a whisper. She doesn’t respond.
Letting out a long breath that you suddenly realize you’ve been holding, you roll onto your back.
It’s going to be a long night.
But tomorrow night… well, tomorrow night is going to be all about Scully.
yOU NAME YOUR OBJECTS TOO?? :0!! i have an ukulele named James and he's pretty nice
oh my god i was contemplating learning a song on my ukulele and then i got this anon so i’m assuming that you’re actually jesus or something, but yeah i name my instruments!!! the kazoos have dumb names, and i share my steel drums with some other people so it’s a lit harder to name them, and i don’t own a piano… but yeah i name my stuff a lot!! if i got better at playing them i’d maybe post a video but like i’m bad?? at the voice part?? anyway i was rambling sorry :0
In a world where you flee to your best friends house in pure depsair, no where to run, no one to hold you close. Because the one you loved was holding someone else.
was stuck in your throat as the heavy sobs clouded your mind. You had been running, running from
everything. You wouldn’t, you couldn’t. Things
like this shouldn’t happen, it had all been so perfect. You had just got off of
a phone call with Yoongi, your to be fair best friend of all history. He was
one of those, you know the TV series best friends who would drop anything at any
moment to come for your rescue. And he was your only salvation at this moment,
you needed his saving, his trust and his loving. As your feet had pulled themselves
up the stairs to his dorm room you raised your hand to knock, but hesitated.
You hesitated because it scared you to death. He would understand, right? He
was your best friend, but he was also Jimin’s best friend. But he wouldn’t.. Sure he wouldn’t. You knocked carefully and
waited and soon enough the moment came as the cold pust of air from the effect
from someone opening the front door hit your face. As you predicted Yoongi
stood at the door frame as he would be the only one up at an hour like this.
rubbed one eye with his knuckles and looked at you with a rather confused yet
worried look. ‘’What’s up? Is everything okay?’’
moment it got too much for you to handle, knees buckling making you fall to the
ground with a dense thump. The tears welled out of your eyes but you couldn’t
bring yourself to make a sound, no expression, no nothing. In pure despair
Yoongi leaned down and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you up and inside
Y/n what the fuck- What happened?’’ He almost growled out the last part, you
knew he hated to see you sad or any kind of bad. By now your body was shaking,
there was no escape, no excuse.
it, he actually did it. I- I thought I was going crazy, knowing how busy his
schedule usually is with the events and comebacks so I naturally put it under the
wing, letting it slip. Oh god I felt so- I felt so fucking guilty, and for
what? To understand that I was right, I was fucking right about it all this
goddamn wasteful freaking time-‘’ It all tipped over. You couldn’t hold it in.
YOU GOING ON ABOUT? Y/N, WHAT DID HE DO?’’
have to tell me.’’
pale in less then a second. His expression scrunched up into a painful anger
that slowly creeped down into his fists, making them clench together so hard
that they turned white. His breath got quick and stern and he was about to fly
out the door for the only reason you could think of, to beat the shit out of
him. But a hand took a hold of his shoulder from behind, making him stop mmid
Taehyungs usually cheery voice was now deep and cold. He pulled Yoongi back and
gave you a quick glance, mouthing something like ‘I’m so sorry.’ Not even a
moment later you felt a warm hand in yours as Hoseok took a hold of it and
pulled you along to the couch where the rest were sitting. Everyone exept
Jimin. Everyone who loved you, exept your boyfriend. Hoseok took you into his
arms like a baby. You had always been really close, like brother and sister.
You would always mess around with Taehyung and play video games together. Your
forehead leaned into his chest, tears dampening his shirt to the core. It
seemed as you had been mistaken about Yoongi being the only one up as the TV
had a paused movie and how the table was set with snacks and drinks, all boys in
the couch in comfortable clothing and you had crashed evening with you pathetic
cries for help. Hoseok slightly moved his hands up and down along your spine,
hushing you as the water clouded your vision. It was silent for a good five
minutes before Yoongi gave out a annoyed sigh.
sent him a death glare which stopped him from further questioning. Keys slipped into the lock, the lock turned
and the door clicked open. ‘’I’m home.’’ Familiar voice struck your ears as
your body froze. ‘’Ayo, I said I’m- Oh.’’ Jimin saw everyone in the couch,
including you. You had never been so scared, never been so hurt ever before.
Then Yoongi got up, quick as light itself as he threw himself on Jimin, trying
to bash his face in with all his might as Jungkook and Jin tried to keep him
off by taking a hold of his arms.
FUCKING ASSHOLE! I SHOULD KILL YOU- I SHOULD FUCKIGN KILL YOU!’’ Yoongi was
screaming in pure fury as he tried to launch himself at Jimin once again but
got pulled back.
fuck is your issue?’’ Jimin scoffed and gave him an obviously confused glare.
disappointed in you Park Jimin.’’ Jin murmured and him and Jungkook took Yoongi
as far as way in the living room as possible.
what is everyone’s issue? What did I ever do?’’
What did you ever do? What did you ever do?? Your body began to shake as your
mouth watered, leading to your tongue swelling.
sick..’’ You tapped Hoseoks shoulder as he quickly pulled you up, rushing you
to the kitchen sink as the living room and the kitchen was connected with no walls.
You threw up all the feelings you had kept inside, having him stroke your back
in circles to calm you down when you in all honesty just wished that he would
leave you alone. Behind him was a super confused Jimin, pulling his hand
through his hair as he gave you a concerned look.
you sick? What are you doing here?’’ He took a few steps closer but you quickly
stopped him, turning to him as you screamed at him to not get any fucking
WTF DID I DO? WHY ARE ALL OF YOU TURNING ON ME?’’
And that’s when
you passed the calm of the storm and right back into it.
up and gave off a scarishly calm laugh, that quickly overlapped to a hysterical
laugh that was quickly cut off short. ‘’What did you do? Oh, what could the all
mighty golden Park Jimin have done to deserve this? He never does wrong, it’s
always the once around him who’s at fault.’’ The amount of sarcasm that you put
into your word even put a concerned expression onto Hoseoks face.
calm down for a-‘’ Hoseok really tried to stop you from making this any worse
but it was just a bit too late.
fuck you better? Did she moan louder? Did she make you feel things I couldn’t?’’
By now the
others had stood up to help Hoseok out to stop you but they quickly fell back
as they got shocked by how direct and scary you were at this moment, all exept
Yoongi who moved your way and took you into a hug.
you a question, do you love her?’’
was morfed in horror as his girlfriend of a year and a half was breaking into
pieces right infront of him, slipping like sand through his fingers. He couldn’t
flee this, there was no way around this.
I do. I do. I do. I
do. The words went on repeat as you felt the life slipping out of you. Your body went limp in
Yoongi’s hold as he tried to hold you up. Even your heartbeat slowed down. Ah, so this is what it feels like. This is
what heartbreak feels like.
Summary: Craig’s been hanging around Tweak Bros: Coffeehouse. (older Au/ fluff/ kissing/ swearing/ oneshot)
“Second’s please…” that smug smirk mouthed leaning forwards on the counter towards, the words that purred following the movements made me spaz as most things did.
“Augh!” I shout as I take the glass away from him to refill it, as usual his entangling grip around the container lingers, long enough to hold me there as I try to tug it out of his grasp. Our eyes meet, my twitching wildly iris’ being greeted by his half lidded ones. My frown of unamusement doesn’t seem to phase him in the slightest. After a moment he finally releases the cup, allowing me to finally break eye contact with him. I turn hurriedly and make a beeline for the coffee beans hearing that irritating scoff of amusement escape from the others mouth.
I had known Craig for well over eight years, though we never really communicated with each other until third grade when some of our idiotic classmates bet on who could win in a fight, both before and after the event we never truly conversed. Over the eight years we had grown far different from each other, Craig getting in with the wrong and perhaps considerably more popular crowd, where I still only really had friends in two or three kids, I really focused on the family business and school work more than any potential social life.
Lately Craig has been showing up at the shop more and more. It used to be like once or twice a week after he’d been up to a crazy night before hand and he needed a fix to get him through the school day, now it was every morning, every evening, and he’d sit there drinking until closing. No matter what shift I took I’d always see him in here. He was practically our best and most loyal customer. And the worst part ironically is I’d always hear him complaining how crap our coffee was! I just don’t get him.
I jittered as I poured the hot water into the now abusively ground coffee beans, my fathers moto and soapbox on how we put love into every cup was really a bunch of bull, each cup was filled with bitterness and anxiety and sometimes unshed tears, but that’s if you got lucky. I jumped when Craig let words flow throughout the store again, he and I were the only ones there, nobody ever gets coffee at 5:46…. except Craig.
“Have you guys ever considered getting some kind of flavoring for your coffee, cuz you know hazelnut sounds really good, like… really good.” he offered in a dazed teasing tone. I shot him a glare like no other, it really bugged me when anyone badmouthed or criticized our coffee, and Craig seemed like he had nothing else but to say sour things about it.
His eyes met my infuriated ones as I brought his cup back to him, “If you want fancy things like that shit, Ah!, go make your own god damn coffee.” I spat back jittered to him, at which he did nothing but smile at me with his stupid sarcasm.
“Aw c’mon now, don’t be like that, all I’m saying is that your sludge excuse for coffee has potential, you just gotta, you know, push it over the edge and then it could be prime sludge.” He cheered enthusiastically, causing my blood to boil, I could feel my face heat in anger.
“Why the fuck do you even come here?!” I seethed at him letting out another shaky cry of randomness as I went. My eyes were as sharp as knives ready to cut into this pompous asshole.
And he did nothing but look me dead in the eye with a calm, cool aura about him, like he was looking into the eyes of one of his friends who shared his opinion. “Do you always talk to paying customers with that foul mouth?” he responded in taunting monotone. Oh my Jesus did I want to punch this guy’s eyes out. But of course I couldn’t do that, because my dad would kill me if I even laid a finger on this asschicken.
I tried to calm myself a bit remembering that I was actually working so I turned from the dick that was the teenage boy at the counter, and moved on to cleaning out the hot water dispenser on one of the machines, it hadn’t felt scolding enough to drown out the taste of the coffee. Not that it was a bad taste…. god fuck it all our coffee kicks ass screw what Craig says.
“Aww, where ya going? We were having such a fruitful discussion over here!” The dark haired teenager calls after me with mock hurt. One day…. I breathed down my qualms letting out little squawks and yelps as I nervously pulled out the dispensers filter. I had done this many times before but no matter how many times I do it my anxiety takes over and I worry over every possible bad outcome and spaz myself out.
“Hey… you need help? that looks dangerous…” I almost mistook the words that flew out of Craig’s mouth as actually concern for a moment. Well I certainly didn’t need any assistance from dildo’s like him, I’ve done this a million times before, and nothing was going to be different about this time…
I turn to tell him off just as rehearsed in my mind, but something slipped and the next thing I knew there was a fire like sensation on my left arm, as if my skin was boiling off of my nerves, my muscles locked themselves leaving for more fire to ignite my arm and splatter onto my ankles that were only protected by a thin layer of black fabric, steam rose from the ground as my body locked into panic, the only movements from me were that of my anxiety shaking my whole being.
Time blacked out. Only quick flashes of Craig jumping over the counter, grabbing my arm and throwing it under the sink shot out at me. Then a waterfall of ice pricked at my left arm snapping me out of my daze and back to my panicking self. “AUGHI!!” I shouted as my body convulsed under the pain in my arm.
“Shut the fuck up, I know it hurts, but this is what they always do in the fucking movies okay.” Craig stated irritatedly as he held my arm under the faucet with bruising like force. I wanted to cry but nothing came of my eyes except the rapid blinks of shock and terror.
I tried once more to pull my arm away from Craig but that only brought more pain, I bit my lip and felt all of me queeze as I recognized my helpless state that was left in the hands of the taller boy. Finally I relaxed a bit into his vice like grip, thus making him soften a bit, not by much, just enough to ease any potential bruising.
We sat like that for a few moments until my ankles began to heat where I think they were going to blister, I wiggled a bit trying to bring Craig’s attention to something other than my arm. “C-Craig….”I croaked at last making his head snap to meet my gaze. His eyes were full of an emotion I’d never seen on him before, I recognized it though. It was panic, pure terrorized panic as if the whole world was about to cave in on itself. This bewildered me as Craig had shown nothing but monotone and sarcastic expressions in my presence ever before.
“I- you… the… m-m ay…”My words melded as I scrambled my brain for English as it simultaneously attempted to assess Craig’s expression. “legs…” I was able to formulate before my lower body buckled beneath the mass that was my weight and I began to collapse in on myself. Only to be stopped by a lengthy arm that coiled around my torso and held my waist and above up above the ground. My vocal chords automatically spewed out an unintelligible noise.
“I’ve got ya, don’t worry.” the small husk of Craig’s voice tickled down my spine. I felt something of a melting sensation, in more ways than one. I allowed myself to relax in Craigs body, trying to alleviate some of my weight on my other arm.
Finally, Craig was satisfied with my arm and release it, however he didn’t release my body. The taller boy gripped at my waist which almost tickled and crouched down to wrap his other arm around my kneecaps and then proceeded to lift me up into a bridal hold in his arms. I screamed out in panic as loud as I had when the aftershock hit me and gripped tighter to Craig than a koala clutches than a eucalyptus tree. I bit my lip almost hard enough to make me bleed as he carried me around the counter and to a table, kicking out a chair as he went.
Craig went to set me down in the seat, but every fiber in my being was against the idea of letting go of the dark haired male. “Calm down Tweekers I won’t go anywhere.” He hummed softly against my ear. And even though my bodily functions protested I released him.
He pulled out another chair for me to lay my feet on, then proceeded to the front door of the store. My heartbeat raced and ached more than it ever had, that bastard was just going to leave me here?! I felt a wet at my eyes as I glared at his back. As he reached the door, he merely flipped over the sign and locked the door then turned back at me.
His wide eyes must’ve meant that he was shocked at my relieved face, but shock soon turned to sympathy as he walked over to me and pulled up my pant legs to examine the damage that had been done there. Surprisingly it wasn’t as bad as it felt, a little red but no where near a 3rd degree burn. I let out a sigh of relief simultaneously to the one that escaped Craig’s lips.
He looked up to me, staring me straight in the eye, giving a small pleasant smile. “I’ll go clean up, you stay here okay.” He stated and went to go take care of the mess I had made. I made a small yelp and reached and snatched the end of his shirt slightly brushing his ass enough to make me flinch back.
Craig paused and turned towards me. “ya tweekers?” he cooed softly at me as he crouched down to my eye level, making me blush and avoid eye contact with him.
I remained silent for a while longer. Long enough for Craig to lose interest and stand once more. “…don’t call me that…..” I mumbled as soon as he had turned once more. He flipped himself back smiling cooly down at me and grabbed a chair from another table, pulling it up and placing himself straddled on it leaning forwards on crossed arms on the back of the chair.
“Would you prefer I called you Tweekles? I could make that into a song, Tweekle Tweekle little star…” he began, reverting back into the sarcastic asshole I knew him to be.
“SH-Shut the hell up you bitch.” I looked up at his eyes once again holding the fire that I had before the fiasco had started. But what I found meeting my gaze was two reflecting pools of utter relief smiling gracefully back at me. My face went red again, though I wasn’t sure if it was with embarrassment or rage this time.
“How I wish you weren’t so far…” I stopped as he continued now looking at me as if I were only a dream. “Up above my world you fly by…” his eyes were depressed against the smile that adorned his face. “Like a miracle in my hearts sky…” He reached out one of his folded arms to brush at my mane of blonde that I called hair. Surprisingly my body didn’t retort as it usually did, only a small gasp of shock was left to display my anxiety. “Tweekle.. “ he hummed softly and stood from his seat, leaning forward as he went, his lips brushing up against mine. This kiss was soft and sweet, far more chaste than I was expecting Craig was even capable of.
The moment was also short as Craig pulled back there was a static moment where we just sat there looking into the other’s eyes. “I’m not really fond of wah… that name either…” I spewed out softly completely ruining the tension between us.
A wide smile appeared on Craig’s face as he sat back down to where he was. “Well damn, Tweekers it is then.” he laughed aloud. It sounded genuine at first but faded into something softer, something quieter, something sadder as he threw an apologetic look at me, as if he were a kicked kitten or something…
I yelped and opened my mouth to say something, anything really to break the awkward that had descended upon the two of us. But before I could actually let words escape my mouth there was a knocking upon the glass window, it was irritated and sporadic as one would expect from someone who was without their hourly caffeine.
Of course as they peered inside the building, Craig did nothing but flip the birdie towards the guy outside the door. Which made the man obviously feel insulted and reciprocate the action towards the teenager inside and walk away in a huff. “Fucking idiot, even I can fucking read a fucking sign.” Craig growled under his breath towards the door.
I paused and let out a small laugh at the other’s reactions. Which directed his attention back towards my person. It was difficult to keep the smile off my face, which was weird because obviously that man would have a strong talking to my father and then he would do nothing but soapbox lecture me for the rest of the night, but I just felt the strongest need to keep the bubble of a smile on my face as Craig kept his gaze on me, only now more pleasant.
“so… ummm” The taller teenager shifted uneasily in his chair, I made a yelp as my body fell back into it’s normal rhythm of shakes and shivers of anxiety. “s-sorry about that… I mean… earlier.” he breathed out heavily….
I raised my eyebrows, I took Craig to be one of those ‘do what you want with no regret’ kinda guys. I curled in on myself, feeling uncomfortable with the new side of the guy I had seen in here constantly for the past like month and a half. “i-it ah! it was no big deal…” I spewed out quietly.
This didn’t seem to really comfort him by much, as the moments that followed were just full of tense looming silence. Nothing to occupy it but the shakes I made in my chair. I honestly didn’t know how to respond to an event such as this, I had imagined the scenario a few times, of course with a girl, and more like what you’d see in the movies. But it wasn’t like what Craig and I did just moments ago was… bad. Did that mean I liked him? Did this mean we were dating now? My lack of social experience was finally catching up to me as I felt my head spin and the room tilt to odd angles.
Finally an exasperated sigh of defeat came from Craig as he once again stood, “Look, how about we just, forget about it okay Like nothing happened alright?” he heaved again as he began to back up towards the already cooling water puddle behind the counter.
I stared up at him blankly, twitching and convulsing my body unwillingly. “Gah! But- That was my first kiss…” I stated blankly as I watched his eyes widen and his mouth fell agape, almost in a look akin to horror. Was it really all that bad that I hadn’t mushed my lips together on another persons face before? Usually people found me too spastic to hold still for such an idea.
“I… you… Dude, I’m so sorry!” Craig walked up and gripped at my shoulders a look of pure regret painting his face, it didn’t suit him. And really pissed me off.
I glared up at him, “Why?” I growled at him “It wasn’t Ah! bad.” I huffed crossing my arms feeling a slight singe as I pressed my left against the right but I didn’t care right now, it didn’t hurt that bad.
“Thanks, but you don’t really have any comparison…” he sighed putting his forehead against my own in resignation.
I continued my stare up at him. “Do I need any? If I liked it I don’t see the point in going off and whoring my mouth off to other people…” I dribbled out of my mouth before I could stop myself. A flush of red hit me when I realized what had just been said. “Gah, I mean!”
Craig’s eye’s were dead locked onto my own only mere inches away. “No, I think I get what you mean…” that smirk that I knew and hated in months past, plastered itself across his face once more. But soon fell into a softer smile.
The taller teen leans down those extra two inches to ghost his breath against my lips, making my body shiver more and trickle down my spine unwanted chills. “I’m glad you feel that way.” he whispered and pressed his lips once again to my own. Only this time I pressed back.
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