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the opposites smut meme

You're good, they're evil. Okay, maybe it's not quite like that. You're sour, they're sweet. You're outgoing, they're shy. They're gentle, you're rough. You're anime, they're live actio-

Or, never mind that one. What's important is you're opposites in some way, and for whatever reason, you're fucking. Or, perhaps, if it's the right kind of relationship, you're making love.

So, what is that relationship? How did you wind up here? Is this a forbidden tryst you have to hide away? Is the chemistry great? Hopefully, it is. Hopefully, you really do love each other.

Or at least hopefully the sex is great.

how
- comment with your character. mention one more things about your character so the canonblind "opposites" can find you. don't leave your comment blank, even one word will do.
- tag to others.
- that's literally it.

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Hearing random honks was another one of those things that he'd grown accustomed to, this one being out of a habit of sweeps to just have them on every available surface, just waiting to get bumped or stepped on. In fact, he honked right back on reflex, looking around at the man standing there in his kitchen doorway. He smiled brightly, giving a quiet, sleepy little chuckle then waving his spatula in greeting.

"Hey there motherfucker, glad you could wander on back into the wakin' world. You hungry?"

Really why had he followed this guy home? He was way to happy and easygoing and plain weird for his tastes. Perhaps it was the huge difference that had dawned him in? Or it could always be that he had had a few drinks before they met, clouding his judgement. Whatever the reason he was here now.

"Is there any reason I wouldn't wake up?" he asked, voice cold and controlled like always. "But, yes, I am a bit hungry."

People did more questionable things when they'd been drinking than simply following a clown home and having a good night with him. Gamzee wouldn't judge him for having a drink or two or five. He turned away from the pancakes after flipping them and fished into the refrigerator at his side, pulling a tall glass of slightly odd-looking, thick liquid that smelled of fruit and putting it on the counter. "For a hangover, if you got one," he clarified then opened the oven and pulled out a pan with rows of sausages neatly lined up on it, sizzling quietly and cooling as he turned off all of the stove knobs then pulled a pair of plates down out of one of the cupboards. The food was plated and left on the counter as well as Gamzee fished for a few things, then set about doctoring his pancakes, smearing peanut butter onto each one before topping the whole ensemble with syrup. "Here bro, you put what you want on your shit. Figure that's easier than gettin' it wrong and makin' you sick to your stomach or some shit right?"

Pierre looked at the strange fluid with suspicious eyes. It really didn't looked like something that should be drunk to him. But he really had no right to judge such things. He hailed from a place that had stuff called bone-candy and for all he knew it could be real bone in them. Still he was vary to put anything strange in his mouth. "Is that really safe to drink?" It wasn't that he thought that Gamzee was after to harm him, but he had developed a general distrust towards people, no matter what kind of species they might be. The food however looked safe so he went to simply pour syrup over them. Nothing more was needed.

"Just a motherfuckin' smoothie, bro. I can list every motherfuckin' thing in it if it'll make you feel any better but mostly it's just vitamins out the ass. Got a little vodka in it too, hair'a the motherfuckin' barkbeast." Still smiling, Gamzee wandered out to the living room to eat there on his sofa, his legs pulled up, ankles crossed with his plate balanced on his knees. He scooted over a bit to allow a space for Pierre to sit.

"Is there any carrots in it?" That was all he needed to know. If he got a yes then he would leave it alone since he couldn't stomach carrots, not even mixed into something else. If he got a no then he saw no reason not to drink it. He was thirsty after all and had a slight hangover.

Taking his plate, he followed his host to the living room and placed himself down on the sofa, making sure that it was some space between them. Considering their night together it really wasn't necessary, but he didn't let anyone in, always keeping a distance. It could be dangerous if he let anyone in too close. That might awaken his emotions.

"Nope, no carrot. Ain't got no carrot around here." Gamzee spoke mostly clearly around a mouthful of pancake, scooting a bit more to let Pierre have a little more room, as he seemed reticent to get any closer. It really wouldn't have mattered if he'd snuggled right up on him, it wouldn't have made much of a difference in how he was acting, except maybe with a bit more touching. All things considered, the environment was pretty relaxed, even with the smell of soda and weed and now pancakes overlaying the tension occupying that foot of space between them.

"You want me to call you a motherfuckin' cab home, bro? I can't drive or I'd offer. Or you can crash here a while, whatever floats your boat."

Then the drink was safe. Knowing that he downed it all in one go. It did taste rather refreshing actually, much to Pierre's surprise. Looked like Gamzee could make weird smoothies as well as a good breakfast. He wasn't even sure if he himself would be able to make any kind of edible food, due to never been in front of a stove before.

Glancing over at his host, Pierre swallowed the bite of pancaked he had in his mouth before speaking. "Why would you offer a stranger like me to stay over? There is no need for you to do that." Depending on the answer he might consider that offer. His home always felt empty despite the numerous people living there. To be honest he had grown sick of the big mansion.

"I ain't got nowhere to be until late tonight, and it'd be nice to have a motherfucker around here keepin' shit from getting too quiet." Gamzee shrugged and offered another toothy grin, then set back into his breakfast until his plate was clear. He waited until Pierre had finished eating as well before taking the dishes back into the kitchen. "You want more smoothie bro? I made enough for two but then it turned out I didn't really need it. Got feelin' pretty motherfuckin' good."

Pierre stayed silent for a bit before giving a short nod. "I can stay." It wouldn't be a popular decision from his part, but he didn't care. He had the right to act selfish at times as well. "...Sure, I can have another." Looking over at Gamzee he felt a sudden hard thump in his chest and he pressed one of his hands tightly over where his hearts was hiding. The beating was too hard for only the black one to be active. But it was impossible for his original to wake up. He had buried it in cold ice for the very reason to prevent it from waking back up.

Gamzee had gotten up and gone back to the kitchen in the time Pierre was wrestling with his own heart, and was singing quietly under his breath as he rinsed off the dishes. He retrieved the other smoothie and brought it back to where the other was waiting. Before he handed it over though, he laid a hand on the back of the couch and leaned over Pierre, tipping the first knuckle of one of his fingers under the other's chin, lifting his head gingerly before taking his lips in a brief, lingering kiss. He stood back up and licked his lips afterward, nodding thoughtfully. "Yep, good shit. Must'a been a good night."

At the time Gamzee was occupied with the dishes, Pierre pulled himself together. The thumping slowed down to a normal rate. He would be in need to build up stronger walls around that heart of his. Or go ahead and remove it. It wasn't natural for his kind to have two hearts to begin with. And if he would end up in the hospital for one reason or another how would he explain two of them? Or the fact that they were made out of crystals? What he truly was wasn't to be known. He posed as a human like the rest of his kin.

Being lost in his own world, Pierre didn't notice that his host had entered the room again until his head got moved. Ice blue eyes looked into the troll's questioningly and then it changed into confusion as he got kissed. Someone clearly wasn't that used to contact of the sweeter nature.

The bewilderment just made Gamzee smile a little more widely as he straightened up, holding out the other smoothie, his free hand planted on his hip as he glanced around, as if looking for some sign of what to do now. He didn't have a tv, as he didn't watch it pretty much ever anyway. He had music, though, and he reached past his new acquaintance to retrieve the remote for the stereo set back out of the way. The mellow hiphop that came streaming through the speakers that seemed to be wired out of sight around the room lent a more comfortable atmosphere, and it seemed that if Gamzee were any more relaxed, he'd simply fall to the ground in a pile of limbs and horns.

"So what got you out n' drinkin' last night, cuz?" he asked as he settled back down on the sofa, his back against the arm of it with his legs crossed in front of him again.

Reaching out, Pierre took the other smoothie. "Thanks," he said, going back to his normal indifferent state. Showing too much emotions could be dangerous and Gamzee apparently were good at pulling his out. He had to be careful around him. The safest thing to do would be to excuse himself and go home, but no that he wouldn't do.

"No reason really. The wish to escape for a bit perhaps," Pierre said with a shrug. He tried to make his reason sound smaller then what it truly was.

"You got shit at home botherin' you?" Gamzee asked, vague concern all over his face. He added, "you don't gotta answer that or nothin', just don't wanna be sendin' you back to somethin' that's gonna get you hurt or anything like that." Pierre didn't look like he was in pain anymore at least, now that he'd calmed back down and really, he could only imagine what had caused it in the first place. He was used to odd people and odd living situations and just all-around oddness anyway, but he had a feeling that if he could help someone if their oddness was the malevolent sort, it'd be well worth an attempt at least. And he wouldn't even charge for his time.

Something akin to an amused smile spread over his lips. It was nothing that hurt him or the like anymore at home. No it was a different kind of problem he had. "The place just feels cold." And that came from his mouth. The one that back in school used to be called the ice price. He openly admitted to that a place felt cold in his opinion. Something that affected him more then anything was the look of concern. No one had bothered to ask how his home situation might be or worried over him before. It made a warmness spread in his body.

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Gamzee watched him a moment, then simply nodded, accepting it as it was at least for now. He figured that really, it was none of his business, unless the other wanted to make it his business.

Then he blinked when he realized something, and thrust his hand out with his grin right back in place. "Rude as fuck of me bro, but I fuckin' forgot if we ever exchanged names or anything so I'mma just get that back outta the way now. Name's Gamzee, real fuckin' glad to be your host for the day. What's your signage, motherfucker?"

No more digging in that area. Good. Talk about his home or family could lead to dangerous paths. For him that is.

"How drunk were you last night if you forget a thing like that?" Even if he had the feeling that Gamzee was a bit more then simply drunk. His whole brain seemed to be jelly or something. Changing the hand he held the smoothie with, Pierre took the offered hand. "The name is Pierre. Try to remember this time around."

That really wouldn't have been too far from the truth, either. A literal lifetime of substance abuse did that to a person, no matter what their species. Gamzee's smile and his benevolent demeanor were perfectly genuine though, as if there were nothing better than sitting here and making smalltalk with this distant but still pleasant enough young man. "Sure thing bro, ain't gonna forget that shit again. Ain't nobody ever had to tell me their names twice." He gave Pierre's hand a brief, firm squeeze and a small shake, his body temperature much lower than the average human's making his hand rather cool in the other's grasp.

He himself wasn't the warmest of people, still warmer then the troll. When it came to why he was so much colder then a human that did share the same temperature as his own kin, it was for the very reason that he tried to keep his heart frozen. That coldness spread all through his body. "Good, I appreciate it." Letting go of the hand, Pierre took a sip of the smoothie. This time around he could drink it in a more calm manner.

When his hand dropped back into his lap, Gamzee was once more looking quite comfortable with the way his life was going, his head tipping back as he listened to the music. He bobbed gently to the rhythm, eyes half-open as he started to zone out just enough to make him look stoned out of his gourd...which might or might not have been the case, as he'd already smoked a tight-packed bowl before he'd ever started on breakfast. He was grinning faintly to himself, simply enjoying having someone else nearby that didn't seem likely to either rob him or just walk away and leave him there.

Pierre used his time to drink his smoothie, trying to figure out exactly what it tasted like. That was easier said then done to be honest. The best description he could come up with was pleasantly fruity with a small hint of vodka. Perhaps not the best description in the world, but it did make the drink seem much more drinkable.

However the smoothie didn't magically refiled itself, so once he had finished it, Pierre put the empty glass down on nearest safe surface and turned his attention back to Gamzee. His host really did look stoned out of this world. "Hey, are you still in there?" Pierre snapped his fingers in front of Gamzee's face to get a reaction out of him. "Your brain didn't went and died, did it?"

When Gamzee focused back in, it wasn't really dramatic, but his eyes moved before his head did and first crossed at the fingers snapping in front of him, then swiveled up to look back at Pierre and his empty glass. He chuckled quietly and slouched back, shaking his head some and rubbing his fingers around one of his eyes. "Yeah, guess it did for a minute there," he replied casually, as if that sort of thing happened a lot, which really wasn't too far from the truth. He was still smiling when he got up to take the glass back to the kitchen, washing it out briefly then leaving it there in the sink to be tended to later. He turned up the music that was playing when he returned and slumped right back into his spot, apparently determined to be as relaxed as possible in the hopes that Pierre would do the same.

Getting him to relax wouldn't be easy. Pierre was a natural stiff. Like he had a stick shoved up his ass. Well that was what happened to you when trying to keep down every little emotion there was. "You really seem like a person who don't get bothered by anything," Pierre pointed out. Because seriously he had never meet anyone this laid back before. In a way it was interesting to see someone that acted so different from himself, even if he couldn't understand that attitude.

"Ain't no point and definitely ain't no fun in gettin' all motherfuckin' hot n' bothered about every little thing," Gamzee shrugged, watching Pierre with his serene smile as he put his head down on his hand and let his eyes fall closed as he listened for a moment to his music. He opened one eye and arched an eyebrow after a moment, simply observing the other then chuckling quietly. "Ain't no harm in gettin' a little bit'a ease on, brother. Ain't nobody gonna motherfuckin' judge."

the opposites smut meme

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