#I’m genuinely not trying to flex it’s just nuts to me they allowed it

[stopfunkinwmyheart]

It’s cool to think there are wrestling stat guy stans like how there is with baseball

[peter-parcoeur]

Smut - Tom finally meets his hot neighbor during quarantine that he’s had his eye on for awhile.

CABIN FEVER (Request)

TOM HOLLAND x READER Warning : smut, swearing

It was fun for a while. Well, for about two weeks. Then Cabin Fever hit him hard.

Tom could tell he was getting a little more insane every day. Keeping himself busy for a week was definitely okay since he had been away for so long, there were always things to do around the house, but being the control freak he was, everything was fixed, tidied and cleaned in about two days. Then he would exercise, catch up with movies and TV Shows he had missed while being on location for his own movies and finally, there was Tessa, entertaining him daily by running around in the garden.

Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

All of this for weeks, but today was day 34 of Quarantine and Tom had reached his own limits.  

With nothing left to do throughout the day, he had also fucked up his sleeping schedule by staying up all night and getting up around midday. Things could only go downhill from there.

It was 3am when he heard a knock on his door, something that would already be unusual if things were back to normal, but right now, it just felt odd. Getting up from his couch where he’d been trying to fall asleep to the most random TV program, Tom grabbed a baseball bat from the corner of the room. After all, there had been tons of robbery attempts lately around the UK and though it was a nice neighborhood, Tom knew that desperate times often called for desperate measures.

“It’s alright Tess, go back to sleep” he hushed his beloved dog, petting the top of her head as he opened the door.

He was quite taken aback to see his neighbor standing there with an apologetic smile on her face.

“Hi… I know it’s ridiculously late and I’m so sorry!”

         “Is it though?“ Tom laughed, mostly so she would relax.

  “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s lost track of time?” She smiled back

     “  I genuinely have no idea what day it is… what can I help you with?”

She had moved into the neighborhood just a couple months after him. Tom remembered vividly that day. It was like the Universe knew he had to be home then, allowing him some well-deserved time to rest and the best opportunity to have his heart shattered at the sight of the most insanely hot woman he had ever laid his eyes on. It was a hot summer day and she had been wearing over-cut jeans shorts that left nothing to his imagination. Since then, Tom had been secretly fantasizing over her every time he was back home, keeping his head, hand and heartbeat at a steady pace on the loneliest nights.

“Err, hello?” she brought her back to reality, waving her hand in front of his eyes. He must have passed out thinking about the steamy dreams she had filled his brain with.

“Sorry, you were saying”

-          It’s quite ridiculous really, I’m usually… quite handy but I just had this power cut and I can’t get it back on… I thought it was the entire neighborhood but then I saw some lights from your living room and so, here I am, awkwardly asking for help at 3am.”

Her smile was terribly endearing, which actually helped him not to focus on her chest. She was wearing what he assumed was her bed time outfit: black cotton shorts and an oversized hoodie above a white tank top so thin he couldn’t miss her generous cleavage. Trying to hide his arousal would soon become impossible. He had been dying to talk to her, to stand so close he would get to smell the delicate sugary perfume from her neck.

“Annnnd… I failed to introduce myself, I’m Y/N, by the way”

          “ I’m Tom, it’s great to finally meet you, Y/N.”

There was something refreshing with this entire situation. It had been years since Tom introduced himself without people giving him an obvious “I know who you are” kind of look. Somehow, Y/N didn’t flinch one bit when he opened the door. It was also definitely nice to put a name on that face, it would turn out useful for whatever fantasy was next. Now he’d get to moan her actual name.

“I can give it a try?” he said, following her through his front yard and up to hers.

When he walked into her home, Tom actually asked himself if he was imagining this. Maybe this Quarantine had went straight to his head and he was now losing it for good. After all this time dreaming about her, here he was, standing in her living room bare chest like at the start of the most cliché porn movies he could think of.

All around the place were hints of an obvious passion for ballet and all sorts of dancing. Tom had seen her dance a couple time from his window. Not that he was a stalker but it was hard to ignore a body like hers when it was spiraling and flexing in front of his eyes. That explained the breathtaking ass he was now staring at, as she walked him to the place where the electric meter actually was.

“It’s kind of crazy we’ve never met, I mean, our houses are literally attached?” she said while opening the door to a small closet where a single person could barely fit.

“I’m not here often, I travel a lot for work”

“You’re so lucky! I wish I traveled a bit more, now more than ever!” she joked, clearly stating the fact she was struggling with a serious case of Cabin Fever herself.

Tom couldn’t help but think of the places he had been traveling to while on location. To have her by his side would make things so much easier. Not to mention the incredible places he would love to fuck her.

Switching a few buttons up and down, trying to locate the issue as Y/N held a flashlight so he could see what he was actually doing, Tom could feel the warmth of her body touching his as they stood closer than ever in a limited space. Being isolated for so long mixed with his unspeakable thoughts about his neighbor made him quite obviously stiffen against his grey sweatpants.

“So? Any suggestion?” Y/N asked after a couple minutes

“Well, yes. Do you have any candles?”

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“I can’t believe you’ve never seen Star Wars!” Tom shrieked, offended.

They were now sat in the middle of the living room, bathed in the cozy warmth of a dozen of tiny candles all around them. Y/N had insisted on offering Tom a drink for trying to help though they both knew they needed an excuse to socialize for the first time in weeks. Then one drink turned into two, three and a couple more until the bottle of Gin was laying empty on the carpeted floor.

“I just don’t see the point, it bores me really!”

Y/N took off her hoodie and fell on her back to the floor, using it as a pillow. From above, Tom could catch a glimpse at her breast, her nipples pointing at the ceiling from under the soft cotton of her top.

“I don’t know if it’s the Gin kicking in or this Quarantine stuff but… I feel like we’re stuck into this alternative universe where anything could happen” she started, turning her head so she could stare into his eyes. “What do you think?”

“I think Gin and isolation make a terrible cocktail” he joked.

“What would you do if tonight wasn’t real?”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s say… anything’s possible, no consequences, what’s your next move?”

Tom hesitated. He knew exactly what he would do, but he wasn’t too sure Y/N would like the sound of it. Yet again, she had mentioned the “no consequences” card as an exit.

“Can I be completely blunt?” he dared, at last.

“Sure, that’s the point”

“I would probably fuck you senseless right here, right now, on the floor”

There was a silence where none of them looked at each other. Y/N was staring at the ceiling with a barely hidden smirk in the corner of her lips while Tom was considering his options if she took offence at his unholy confession. She interrupted his thought before he even figured out how to bail.

Crawling back on all fours, she reached for his lap and straddled him, both their gin tinted breath melting with one another’s. His hands found her hips, resting on her lower back as she downed herself against his now obvious hard-on.

“So, what are you waiting for?” she smiled, grinding herself up and down his shaft through his pants.

Tom’s thoughts were all over the place as he tried to handle his growing boner as she pushed herself against his abdomen while reaching for her lips so he could nibble at it softly, getting a proper taste of that mouth he had been dreaming about. As his hands traveled up her back, taking off her top and throwing it to the side of the room, Tom started to deepen the kiss, brushing his tongue against hers at a torturing slow pace. Her fingers were digging deeper into his scalp, holding on to the soft curls at the back of his neck as she pushed herself harder against his erection.

“Fuck…” he moaned at the sight of her now exposed chest, wasting no time in capturing one of her nipple between his lips, sucking at it until it went hard enough for her to moan softly against his hair. He couldn’t believe just how turned on he was just from dry humping her. Her insane body mixed with her begging voice could be enough for him to go nuts but there was no way he would ruin this moment, he had been dreaming about this, about her, naked in his arms, their bodies collapsing together, their hips thrusting harder until she begged him to stop. This moment seemed like he had been extracted from his filthiest, darkest wet dream.

Pushing himself up so he would lay down on top for her, Tom attacked her neck with hot, hungry kisses all over her skin while his hand found its way down her shorts. He was pleasantly surprised to realize she had no panties on. Another shock came to him when he noticed just how wet she was for him.

His lips traveled down her body, from her throat to her chest, biting her nipple, licking down her stomach, pecking her inner thigh as he pulled her shorts down her legs. Pushing her thighs apart, he gave her soft skins a few sloppy kisses until his lips found her most sensitive parts, teasing her slit with the tip of his tongue. When she begged for more, tugging at his hair a bit harder, Tom opened her folds like the juiciest fruit while burying his tongue inside of her, circling at her clit at an insufferable pace.

She came a few seconds later, shaking, pulling at his hair and bouncing her hips up and down like she was being possessed by some sort of demon.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Tom kissed her throbbing skin one last time and straightening himself so he would lay on top of her again. She was out of breath, cheeks burning red, and her hair all over the place and yet, she still looked incredible.

To see her in that state had brought Tom to another dimension. His throbbing cock was out of control, pushing against his sweatpants harder than ever while he could still taste her on his own lips. Pushing himself down to kiss her, teasing her tongue with hunger, Tom quickly pulled down his pants to set himself free as he could tell he could no longer wait.

“Get on your hands and knees, now” he said, so firmly he almost surprised himself. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol speaking or the fact he was about to fuck his long-time dream girl, but something about all of this made him eager and hungry for more.

Y/N didn’t complain one bit about his bossy attitude and turned around on all fours.

Kneeling behind her, Tom aligned himself with her slit with one hand holding himself and the other on her lower back for support. When he felt his tip getting damped with her arousal, he pushed himself hard and deep inside of her, holding her hips with both hands until her ass collapsed against his abdomen. Y/N screamed with each thrust as he pushed himself harder and faster, the sound of their skins slapping together echoing through the room.

“Oh my god” Tom grunted as he could feel her tightening against his swollen cock every time he pushed himself out and back in. He loved the way she called his name, her voice chanting through her moans like the sweetest melody as she squealed through another orgasm. His hand grabbed her ass with one hard smack, leaving a bright print on her sweaty skin. He was getting closer and closer with each push of his hips into her soaked core.

“Uhhh! Y/N!” he grunted one more time, his thrust getting messier and sloppier as he reached climax, his fingers digging into her hips as he felt that inevitable relief.

Out of breath, he rolled her on her back again, collapsing on top of her, their skins sticking together like glue. His hair was wet and curlier than ever, some of it falling down his forehead as he looked up to catch her eyes, both struggling to catch some air.

“So…” he started “no consequences, uh?”

“Well, if one thing it’ll make this Quarantine much easier to go through…” she laughed, pecking the top of his head with a mischievous smile on her lips.

[mariolucario493]

A Frozen 2 review no one asked for! (POSSIBLE SPOILERS AHEAD)

Okay, hear me out. I’m probably in the minority when I say this, but...

I think it’s better than the first one.

I liked the original Frozen just fine. I liked how it depicted anxiety and how it subverted a lot of Disney tropes, but I probably wouldn’t put it in my top ten.

(Which, in case you’re interested, is:)

10. Tarzan

9. Aladdin

8. Beauty and the Beast

7. Frozen 2 (this one!)

6. Lilo & Stitch

5. Wreck-it Ralph

4. Moana

3. The Lion King

2. The Hunchback of Notre Dame

1. Zootopia

(And that’s not even including the Pixar ones.)

But it seems that the general consensus of Frozen 2 is the same as a lot of sequels (especially Disney sequels): that it’s not as good as the first one. Or, dare I say it, that it’s just the first one all over again. But here’s my argument against that. I think being similar to the first one actually works in its favor.

What do I mean by that? Well, after the prologue, the movie opens with a song called “Some Things Never Change,” in which all the characters sing about how happy they are in their current life. Although Olaf worries that change might be inevitable (I love how woke he’s become, btw), no one is really seeking anything new. Now that sounds like the setup for a lot of recent Disney movies, I know. But it's an idea that’s really explored throughout the entirety of the movie.

Every character reacts to change differently. Elsa is nervous, but tries to embrace it anyway; Olaf dismisses it as something he will understand when he’s older; Kristoff feels like he and his friends are drifting apart; and Anna struggles to accept it overall. And we see how each of them goes through it. Even the inclusion of darker themes allows the audience to react similarly to the characters onscreen. Kids probably won’t always understand what’s going on; but they’ll have a good time anyway. And just like Olaf, they’ll understand it when they’re older. That does seem to be one of the major criticisms I’ve seen for Frozen 2, that it’s too dark and too complicated for kids. But Disney’s never been afraid to tackle heavy subjects before, because they know that challenging the audience helps them grow. And hey, at least it’s not Crimes of Grindelwald, right?

I think the reason they made Frozen 2 similar to Frozen 1 was the same reason they used similar themes in Frozen 1 that we were already familiar with - princesses, magical kingdoms, curses, goofy sidekicks. And that’s to deconstruct and subvert them. In fact, I might even go so far as to say that this was an attempt to remind Disney to always try new things, which they have had trouble with recently. Just look at all those live-action remakes that no one asked for. The exact same thing all over again disguised as something new, but without all the stuff that made the originals so good in the first place.

Frozen 2 also continues the tradition of having interesting female protagonists. Well, interesting ANIMATED female protagonists, anyway. It’s not like the Aladdin remake, where Jasmine has a whole new song about girl power, but then she becomes the damsel in distress anyway and does nothing to fight back. It’s not like Captain Marvel, who makes a big deal about being a female superhero even though the Avengers already have several much more interesting female members. It’s not like the new Star Wars movies, in which they’re so focused with making Rey a strong female role model that they forget to give her a personality. And it’s not going to be like the Mulan remake, which I’m just going to assume is going to be another soapbox feminist’s wet dream. Oh, wait, I forgot this is Tumblr, and they love that shit.

But really. Starting with Tiana, Disney’s animated leading ladies have become such well-written characters. From Rapunzel to Vanellope to Judy Hopps to Moana to Elastigirl, they are fully fleshed-out characters first and agenda pushers second. Anna and Elsa are no exception. Elsa battles magical spirits and tames a water horse, and Anna has a crisis of ethics that feels really genuine. All without saying something dumb like “Look how capable I, a female, am in this situation, in comparison to my less competent male companions.”

Oh, by the way, for those of you who wanted Elsa to be revealed as a lesbian, I think we have a few more hints that she may be. She does not end up with a love interest, but I noticed she does seem to get along really well with Honeymaren. So maybe? Definitely better than the live-action Beauty and the Beast, am I right?

Oh, and the songs are great. We get not one, but TWO big numbers from Idina Menzel. Olaf and Kristoff both get new songs that are pointless, but still really funny. Anna has a new song that is one of the emotional highlights. The lyrics are just as clever, and they help further each character’s story arc. Even the lame pop versions of the songs over the end credits, which I usually DESPISE; hearing Imagine Dragons’ cover of “Into the Unknown” was actually pretty decent.

So, those darker themes. The reveal that one of Anna and Elsa’s ancestors was a genocidal tyrant who built the dam as a way to restrict the Northuldra tribe’s resources, and then declared war on them. Pretty ballsy, I have to say. And pretty creative that the villain of this movie is a character who is already dead before the movie even begins. Kind of like Coco, but they don’t even interact with him as a spirit or anything. What I like about this is that it kind of explains why the father in the first movie didn’t always do the right thing when it came to raising his kids. Locking up one of your daughters because she has supernatural abilities seems like a terrible move. But when you consider that Agnarr’s father was also distant from his son and had the goal of suppressing magic, you realize that it may have been a subconscious choice on his behalf. And hey, it’s also revealed that the reason Agnarr left on the ship that would eventually be his grave was to find answers about Elsa. So he probably felt remorse about it.

And now it’s time to compare this movie to today’s political climate. And before you start typing about how I’m wrong like Tumblr users are prone to do, maybe take a hint from the first movie and let it go. This is just my personal analysis.

The Northuldra tribe is clearly inspired by the Sami, the indigenous people of Norway, who have been persecuted for generations. But I don’t know much about Norwegian history, so let’s just compare it to America. Now let’s see...does America have a history of persecuting its indigenous population and disguising acts of war as offerings of peace? Hey, didn’t this movie come out just a week before Thanksgiving?

That’s right, I’m going there. Come to think of it, this whole movie radiates Thanksgiving vibes. It’s set in autumn, and it opens with everyone having a big feast with pumpkins and stuff.

King Runeard is a historical figure within Arendelle, and he is considered a hero. The dam that Runeard built is a monument that is ultimately destroyed by Anna in the film’s climax. And Anna initially refuses to do so because she believes the dam represents all that her kingdom stands for. I might be crazy, but this reminds me of how people are starting to take down statues of Confederate soldiers or how many cities have stopped recognizing Columbus Day as a national holiday, despite others saying that they are important parts of our heritage. One of the lines in “Some Things Never Change” is “Arendelle’s flag will always fly.” Sounds kind of like those conservative nuts who think the American flag is an infallible symbol and anyone who disrespects it (say, by taking a knee during the national anthem) is not a true patriot. Might be grasping at straws with that one.

And what Anna decides to do ultimately makes Arendelle a better place, even though she worries that it will be an unpopular decision. So we have a person in a position of political power who puts aside her own hubris for the good of her people. She asks for nothing in return, and knows that the right choice is not the easy one. She destroys a physical bridge, but builds a metaphorical one. Anna really is the type of leader we need. And if you think that it’s ethnocentric that a white person saves the day for a minority, remember that Anna and Elsa are actually half Northuldran on their mother’s side.

Yes, I believe Frozen 2 is up there with Zootopia as one of the great Disney flexes on right-wing extremists. But it’s subtle enough that we can enjoy the characters, the music, and the story first; and the message second. It reminds us to step outside our comfort zones and to always think about what it means to do the right thing.

If you didn’t like the first Frozen, you probably won’t enjoy this one either. I can understand what people mean when they say the movie throws a lot at you and doesn’t always feel focused on a coherent story. But regardless, I think it is an important movie.

[yasminsqueendom]

That Night

A/N: First smut post. Slay is a bad bitch. Get into it

CW: S...M....U...T between two powerful mages. Interdimensional magical shit.

That night, Jay lay on his back in bed, naked and dozing. His lover lay curled up beside him. One of her legs was slung over his thigh. She felt so nice and warm there. It was a nice enough night that they weren't cold or hot. Everything was perfect. 

He began to nod off when she started stirring at his side. She shifted until her head was on his chest. He breathed slowly, not wanting to disturb her. The leg that was across his slowly slid up his leg until it brushed his dick. He wasn't sure if it was intentional.

He lay still trying to calm the heat that moved just beneath his skin. He wanted to let her rest but he felt his power awakening. She had the strangest effect on him. His control was as close to perfect as one could achieve, but everywhere his power met her's, there was a spark of Chaos. He had grown used to it over time. Moments like this made it hard, though. Quiet times when he was almost asleep. 

Her leg moved up his thigh a little more. His felt himself becoming aroused. He had to either shift her over or stroke himself until he could regain control. He knew he was overthinking things. All he had to do was move over a little and this torture would end.

Her leg brushed his dick again....Now he was getting suspicious.

"You're not slick, Slay."

He felt her smile against his chest.

"What you mean?" She said. Innocent confusion in her voice. The energy vibrating around her gave away the mischief her voice was hiding. "I'm just laying here."

"I can feel you. ALL of you. You know what happens when you let your control slip with me."

"Jay, baby, it's alright. We can't be all uptight all the time. I'm just having a little fun."

Jay let her words bounce around in his head. He wanted her. All of her. He wanted to feel their powers come together beyond just the physical. He sensed the depth of what they could make together. He longed for it. 

A breeze moved the curtains and the moonlight peeked through. He could just see the top of her head in his peripheral. He tilted his chin down to kiss her tightly coiled mane.  He felt an intense spike in the energy in the room. A little more Chaos released. 

"Damn. You could talk me into anything as long as you keep touching me like that," he said.

"You mean like this?" Slay pressed against him. Not with her body, but with her power. Her spirit penetrated his. She spilled into him. The sensation was driving him mad. He felt his physical body react. He was hard. His spirit submitted to her dominance. He felt himself sigh.

Slay chuckled to herself. She knew he couldn't resist the call of her power. He was more powerful by volume, but she was far more experienced. She wasn't afraid to flex her magical muscles. Not with him. Not with anyone really. 

"Damn, Slay. I just...damn." He could feel her physical body moving beside his. He could feel the wetness of her lips surrounding his left nipple. Another spike of energy in the room.

"Shit. We shouldn't do this" he heard himself say. His spirit betrayed him severely. He wanted every bit of this. He just had to argue for argument's sake. 

"You know what happened before. The Watchers came for us. We released too much Chaos. We upset the balance."

"That hasn't happened in years, Jaybird. We have this conversation every time. Frankly, I'm tired of it." Her spirit spread throughout his. He could force her out if he wanted to. He didn't. He enjoyed her aggression. He enjoyed this space where he didn't have to lead. Surrender was sweet in her care.

Her mouth moved back over his nipple while her fingers drew patterns on his stomach. He felt his erection growing. Her hand slowly moved up to pinch his right nipple. Another small spark of Chaos. 

She climbed on top of him, positioning herself between his legs. She looked down at him and through him. She knew exactly what he wanted. He couldn't hide anything with her so deep inside his spirit. 

She reached up past him, reaching into the night table. Her nipples brushed his chest. More Chaos flung into the universe. He kissed her neck as she leaned over him. She bent to kiss his mouth. The taste of her was too much. He almost came just thinking about all things those lips could do. 

As she sat back into her pose between his legs he saw she had grabbed a pair of latex gloves and lube. He felt almost faint. The last time they did this they had to move to another world. Chaos wasn't anything to play with, after all.

"Slay, maybe we shouldn't. I mean....it might be....ummm." He couldn't seem to get the words out. He could only watch as she slowly slid the gloves over her hands and applied the lube to the fingers of her left hand. 

"Just relax, baby. You can't hide what you want. Your spirit is literally screaming with desire. But, of course, if you insist that we stop I won't force you."

She sat there between his legs and patiently waited for him to decide whether or not this was what he truly wanted. He couldn't see her very clearly, but he felt her power subside a little. She was going to let him choose. She had a thing about being too forceful. She always knew when to stop playing.

"Fuck it." He said. "There's plenty more worlds we haven't seen."

He almost felt her spirit contract a little inside him...and then it started to spread again. This time it was much more aggressive. She was searching for something inside him. She was going to find it.

He slipped out of his physical self for a moment to watch her spiritual search. He teased her a little with bursts of power and pulled away when she got too close. Oh, how he loved to play this little cat and mouse game.

She knew the game too well, though. He felt her slide a finger inside his physical body. He nearly slammed back into his physical self with the sudden sensation. Chaos flung into the space around them. He tried to quell it. He knew she could feel him resisting.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked, not unkindly. 

"Oh fuck, no. Just...slow down."

She slowed down a little. Playing with him physically and spiritually. Slowly building him, and letting him back down. He could safely release some power this way without damn near blowing up their home. They had few enough belongings as it was. 

"I want more." He said quietly. His slight trepidation showed in his spirit, but the desire was clear. 

She slid another finger inside of him. 

"More."

She used her right hand and began stroking his dick slowly, squeezing gently as she pulled upward. 

"Unh....fuck." He let himself slip away from the physical for a moment. Tendrils of Slay's spirit curled around his. Almost like restraints. He felt her stroking him a little faster. He allowed himself to float down to his body again. 

He kept his arms out to his sides, but he wanted so greatly to reach out and touch her. 

"Mmm....got damn.....unh shit." He felt his nut fast approaching. He knew she could feel it, too. 

He felt her moving again. He kept his eyes closed, so he felt genuine surprise when her warm lips met the head of his dick. He was almost moved to tears. 

He could feel her spirit pouring into his more and more. He didn't care about holding back anymore. Her fingers were touching parts of him only she could reach. Her tongue moved in slow circles around his dick. 

Suddenly, she drew her spirit out of him. It happened so fast that he almost didn't notice the way she sucked his dick. The sensation of his spirit moving to fill the void left by hers combined with the feeling of his nut flooding her mouth. Her fingers were moving in and out of him steadily, pumping every drop out of him. 

Slay sat up and smiled at him. His nut dripping from her lips. She never stopped stroking him, though. The sensitivity was killing him. He was certain they had flooded the immediate area with Chaos. All the flowers in their garden had probably grown 10 times their size in the span of an hour. Nearby animals were probably all up on alert, shaken by the outburst. Lights had dimmed. Sounds had become muted and louder at the same time. Shadows twisted. Nearby babies were probably waking up crying. The air had grown cold and then hot and then cool again. Chaos was in the air. 

And Jay didn't give a fuck about it. They would probably have to pack by morning. Be gone by noon. Be in another world by nightfall again. 

None of that mattered.

He felt his spirit go still. His physical body went limp. Slay finally stopped stroking him, seeing that he was clearly spent. 

She spit his nut on his stomach, and rubbed it in. Then, she removed her gloves and tossed them next to the bed. He could hear them slap when they hit the floor. Sounds were more amplified in a Chaos burst. 

"Damn. I was really starting to like this place." She said, looking around in the strange grays and blues left behind by all the energy they had spent. 

Jay couldn't stop the giggles that bubbled up in his throat. It turned into a full laugh. It grew until he was nearly weeping with laughter. Slay joined him. They laughed and laughed curled up in each other, spiritually and physically. 

When they were both done laughing, they just lay there quietly. High off of Chaos and sex. No fucks given for another couple of hours.

[ask-de-writer]

MAD - IRRITATED SCIENCE! : Bizarre Borderland : (Part 2 of 2)

MAD IRRITATED SCIENCE!

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De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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written 2008

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Had to wonder, you know, if folks learning to do this sort of thing wasn't the basis of the tales about witchcraft.  Thinking it through a bit more, after destroying a few persistent vermin in my garden, I realized that if this was the foundation of witchcraft, those fears in the general population could be well founded.  It took almost no imagination at all to see how someone with this sort knowledge could be a very real danger to the community at large.  Especially if the general population treated the “witch” badly.  I didn't intend to find out what would happen in a case like that.

I'd just got a pair of deer up close and doing a bit of a step-dance for a big flake of hay when I noticed the dust cloud of a truck barreling along the road from Al's place.  I sent the deer away, cursing Al under my breath.  Bad news only got worse when Al's pickup roared up my drive, scattering gravel as he skidded to a stop.  Al bailed out with a rifle in hand, starting to aim at the retreating deer.

I glared at him.  Al's rifle fell to the dirt from hands gone nerveless.  Wide eyed with anger, he demanded, “Damn you, Art! What did you do to me?”

Not bothering to get up from my seat on the porch steps I replied tartly, “Me?  I'm here on my porch.  You are ten feet away.  From here, it looked like you managed to drop your gun just in time to avoid poaching charges on top of the Felony Trespass and Protective Order violation.”

Frowning in a black faced rage, he flexed his now almost functioning fingers and retorted, “Poaching?  No way!  This is private land so its legal.  No hunting without permission your signs says. Wasn't no time to ask first, so's I was gonna ask after I blasted 'em.  Would'a given me a whole Winter's meat.”

Lips pulled into a tight line I snapped, “Only problem, Al, is I would have said NO.  Those signs allow me to get game from my land.  Desert game is spread thin and I don't share mine.  At least not with you.  I heard from Joe Sanderson how well you share yours.”

Al was looking down at his hands and flexing them.  Still pissed off, he spit out, “Joe had it coming!  Bastard wouldn't pay me for Neighbor Watch.”

I raised one eyebrow and pointed out, “Neither will I.  Looks like your hands are better.  Get into your truck and shove off.  Don't come back, either.”

Al stared to bend over to get his rifle and just kept on going down. He landed in a heap on the scattered gravel of my drive.  “Don't try to take that gun, Al, unless you want to leave here in a hearse.”

Twitching on the ground, Al yelled, “I knew it, you asshole! You've used some sort of evil witchcraft on me.  I'll have the law on you for this!”

I smiled down at him from my vantage point on the steps.  A sensible wolf would have stepped away from that smile.  “One:  Killing Felony Trespassers is legal, and that's what you became when you hauled out that rifle.  Two:  You have a Protective Order that requires you to stay at least a hundred fifty feet from my property line and do nothing to compromise my property, including discharge firearms on or across it.  I can legally kill you for that violation, too.  Three:  Witchcraft IS legal.  Four:  I just sat here and watched you apparently have some sort of seizures.  Five:  I am calling the Sheriff's Office on your Trespass and and Order violations.”

I got on my phone and called the situation in to the County Police. I fixed a sandwich and went back out on the porch to watch Al.  He was staying down.  I knew that he would.

As I started to eat, Ratty popped up from his nest under the house. He did his little rat dance and got his chunk of sandwich.  He settled down by my feet and happily nibbled his bread and cheese.

Al looked on in what I believe was genuine fear.  Trying to point, he exclaimed, “There's the proof!  You are a witch-man!  That's your familiar!”

Amused, I replied, “Ratty?  A familiar?  The worst he could do is nip your nuts while you're down.”

Ratty squeaked firmly.

I laughed, “Right Ratty!  Why should you risk lice and other crawling vermin just to bite Al's privates?”

Ratty expressed his opinion of Al by taking his part of the sandwich and retreating back under the house.  With his tail up to show Al his ass.

Not too much later a deputy arrived.  I greeted him, “Hi, Deputy Mustic.  'Fraid your cousin Al's in a spot of trouble.  Seems to have not only broken the Protective Order, he brought a firearm onto my place.  Trouble is, unless he's faking it, he seems to have some sort of paralytic neurological event.  He's even trying to blame me for it.  Witchcraft, no less.  Can you believe it?”

Deputy Mustic closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  “Of Al?  I'd believe near anything.  I gotta call for a backup and let him do this one to be sure that everything's done right.  If I try to do the arrest, Al's lawyer is sure to try for a conflict of interest or some such because we're related.”   The deputy got on his radio and I overheard him giving dispatch a piece of his mind for sending him out to deal with a relative.

Soon both the backup, Deputy Jorgen, and an ambulance were on the scene.  Al was duly informed of his rights and placed under arrest while the ambulance crew verified with a pin that Al really was paralyzed.  Deputy Mustic took me aside, day book out and asked, “Art, why didn't you call the ambulance?  Even if he is my family, we both know that Al is slime.  Still, you should'a called.”

I nodded, while watching Al being loaded into the ambulance to be hauled away, “I would have, Deputy.  Thing is, he pulled that stunt on Sadie Halloway where he faked an injury on her place.  Since she called the ambulance, she wound up getting stuck for near enough a grand.  Al did it because she wouldn't pay into his neighbor watch scam.  I won't pay him either and just figured he was doing the same to me as he did to her.”

Writing in his day book and flipping a page to finish, Deputy Mustic nodded, “I heard about that.  Thought it might be the reason. Needed it clear for the record is all.”

More anxiously, now that he was done being official, he asked, “Any idea what is wrong?  I mean, scum or not, he is family and I'm worried for him.  Believe it or not, the kids like him at reunions. He does slight of hand coin tricks and card stunts really professional.”

I shrugged, “The slight of hand for entertainment is something I'd not have guessed.  Slick as he is at lifting small tools and such, I should have known something like that was behind it.  As for this, no idea at all.  I am sure that it's not sunstroke.  The AC in his truck was on and it works.  I would guess that it might be an oddball stroke of some kind.  Maybe an aneurysm or bleed in the upper spine could do it.  Just a guess, though.

“Al appears to be sure what it is.  I heard him telling both Deputy Jorgen and the paramedics that it's witchcraft.  If it is, I don't think that I'm the one.  Frankly, I hope he's right.  Witchcraft is legal.”

Three days later, Deputy Mustic was back.  It was an unofficial visit.  Looking sad, he said, “Al died in the hospital, last night, 'bout midnight, Art.  The doctors did find what it was but there was nothing that they could do.  Doctor Collins said that it was the fastest growing neurological tumor that she's ever heard of.  It was just near to the top of his spine.  Inoperable.  Al died swearing to everyone there that you cursed him.”

I watched a hawk soar overhead  for a moment before I replied, “Not to speak ill, but if I could have, I would have.  Didn't like him at all.

“You, on the other hand are one of the best.  Never heard a single bad word about you, even from folks you've arrested.”

Deputy Mustic smiled but only slightly, “Thanks for that, Art.  I didn't expect any sympathy for Al but I figured that you'd want to know.”

“Indeed, Deputy.  My condolences to your family.”

As Deputy Mustic drove away, My mind was in high gear.  I liked it out here, but it did get pretty lonely on occasion.  The ease with which I influenced animals and settled Al's hash led to an interesting line of thought.

The next time that I was in town, I spotted a pretty young lady. Checking her out by 'feel' I found that she was not only available, she didn't like being tied to one guy.  She enjoyed having a variety of lovers.

All that I planted was the urge to drive out my way.  The weekend was fun for both of us.  Besides bed, Sally hiked around the hills with me and even liked watching a hawk or buzzard fly.  We took a bunch of pictures of her around my house and up in the rocks and hills.  Nice cheesecake, barely risque.  Good memories.

It turned out that Sally knew a fair number of other like minded friends.  After she introduced me to her buddies, neither my days or nights stayed lonely.

---The End---

[queenoftheblackpuddlexoxo]

For freebie day, I did little mini fanfics with Shy in the. I put it under a readore because there’s a lot. Enjoy!

Comfortable "You two infuriate me, I hope you know that." Cavendish scowled, looking to either side of him at the two most annoying people he had ever had the chance to know. Vinnie looked up at him from the left side, grinning as he held tight to his partner's arm as if hugging a teddy bear.  "You know you love us." He then turned his attention to Cheyanne. His expression softened from anger to disappointment; even if she bothered him endlessly, he did his best not to get mad at her. He couldn't bear the way that poor woman tensed up when somebody acted the least bit angry. "And what do you have to say for yourself?" Shy yawned, opening one eye. "I'm sorry, but we can't help it! You're just so...comfortable!" With a sigh, Cavendish resigned himself to being a human pillow. Digital "So...what does it do?" A small, breathy voice asked. Green eyes were wide in childlike wonder, and Dakota couldn't help but smile. He always enjoyed seeing Shy's reactions to advanced technology, and even moreso her guesses to what the devices where used for. "Is it a...laser? Oh, a high-tech pen that can write on anything! Uh..." "It's a nose hair trimmer." Courtesy "Brick. Savannah." "Cavendish. Dakota." The four time travelers' greetings were terse and strained as they faced each other, behaving more like they were part of a wild west standoff rather than a chance meeting with coworkers. It was true, to some extent; though the fear of being shot dead was nonexistent, each was waiting for who would draw and shoot first, their snide remarks and passive-aggression serving as a substitute for bullets. At the sidelines stood a young woman, watching and waiting patiently for the two parties to say or do something-anything-and get this all over with. To be certain of one thing, Cheyanne did not like Brick and Savannah. In fact, it wouldn't be a stretch of the imagination to say that she hated them, not only for how they treated Vinnie and Cav, but for their overall attitude. Still, it wasn't like she could do or say anything; even without the strict order to "be nice", Cheyanne was too meek and fearful to ever let her distaste show. So...she was nice. She referred to them as "Mr. Dakota" and "Mr. Cavendish", and used "sir" or "ma'am" often. She smiled, as placidly as a newly-made doll. Shy even curtsied, though it was just flouncy enough for them to know it wasn't genuine. No matter what they said or did, she was nice. And why? Plain and simply, it drove them nuts. Her smug, fake politeness grated on their nerves, but there was no way they could snap at her just for being courteous. Until one of them snapped, Cheyanne was going to keep on being nice, if only to watch them squirm. Cell She was crying. That was what bothered Cavendish the most about this whole situation. Of course, it was bad enough to be stuck in an unfamiliar, alternate version of the past, separated from a third of your team, and trapped in a 15x15 jail cell with the other third of your team, but surprisingly enough, Cavendish could handle that much. He had faced similar if not worse circumstances before, and he had lived through them...as far as he knew, anyway. The one thing he could not handle was the pitiful, panicked sound of Cheyanne crying and desperately trying to compose herself. Cavendish wasn't a heartless man, by any means; sure, he was a little more reserved and professional than Dakota or Shy, but it wasn't because of a lack of feeling. He just didn't know how to comfort people, and so his hand wavered hesitantly above the young woman's shoulder. "Cheyanne, please, if you would only..." Cavendish stalled; what was he supposed to say? Oh, how did Dakota always make it look so easy?! This...this was just not his thing. With a frustrated exhale, the older man stood up. "Come off it, woman!" The way she flinched made Cavendish wish he'd never opened his mouth.  Easing back down a bit, he softened his tone. "I know that this looks bad, and I won't lie, right now we are in the most dire of straits. But no good will come of sitting here doing nothing! We should look for a way out. Will you help me?"

She nodded wordlessly. Despite the dire situation at hand, he couldn't help but smile; maybe he wasn't so bad at comforting people after all. Dinner Cheyanne lacked variety in her cooking skills. Despite being in her early 20's, she was  a very fussy eater, thanks to her place on the autism spectrum, and was prone to eating the same few things. Thus, she only knew a few recipes. Still, it was more than she could say for either of her partners. She lived for the days she was motivated enough and could surprise them with a nice dinner. It was nice to see their faces light up, and even nicer to feel like she could do something for them for once. After all, they were always worth it. Nightmare The first death is always the hardest. Vinnie remembered every time he had watched Cavendish perish, and how could he not? The first time it happened, the sight practically engraved itself on the back of his eyelids for the next year or so. Even if, in a sick sort of way, he became used to it, it always stuck in the back of his mind for awhile after. It was a thankless and sometimes harsh job, and Vinnie knew it. But when you love someone-really, truly, deeply loved someone-the way he loved Cavendish, it's something you would do, every time, without a second thought. When Shy came along, he knew that eventually he would have to make the same sacrifice for her; it was a thought that stuck in the back of his mind for months, and a thought he tried his best to prevent. Fate, unfortunately seemed to laugh at his hope. When the day came, he was nowhere near as prepared as he thought he would be. It happened so fast-a flash, a bang, and then...then nothing. She was gone, and he knew what he had to do. Even a week later, he still woke up in a cold sweat, involuntary tears running down the side of his cheek, with the last thing she said to him bouncing off the walls of his skull. After a few agonizing seconds, his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and he remembered (gratefully) where he was. In their room. In bed. Shy on his left, drooling into her pillow and murmuring about cats, and Cavendish on his right, a complete mess in his sleep the way he would never allow during the day. And, despite everything he had seen, everything he knew, he smiled. This was where he wanted to be. This was where he belonged, and in the end, it was always worth it. Hold "Bad day, huh?" Shy stood over the couch, staring down at Mr. Cavendish with a look of deep concern; upon coming home, the first-and only-thing he did was flop face-first onto the couch and let out an agonized groan. "I do not. Want to talk about it." came his muffled reply. He made no attempt to move. Cheyanne's frown deepened, and she began rocking on the balls of her feet. She wished there was something she could do to help him. Vinnie wasn't going to be home for awhile yet, and in the meantime she was stuck here with a morose and anti-social Cavendish. What to do? One could practically see the lightbulb go off inside her head. Sidling up beside him, smile seeping into her voice, she spoke gently. "Cav?" "Hmm." He only grunted in response. "I think that, in light of recent events, you could use a little "Me Time"." Well, that got him to move; lifting the top half of his body up, he offered Cheyanne a very confused look. "Cheyanne, this is a one-bedroom apartment, there isn't exactly space for me to-" "No, no, you misunderstand." Shy took Cavendish's face in her hands, still smiling. "I meant "me" time. As in, time with me."  He said nothing as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a tight hug. "There. You feel better yet?" He tried, in vain, to remain gruff in tone and hide the small blush creeping up on his face. "Hmph. Certainly not." "Well, I guess that just means I'm gonna have to try again." Knot "I told you not to backtalk those pirates!" Cheyanne hissed, flexing her wrists in a vain attempt to undo the ropes tied tightly around them. Dakota shrugged...or, tried to, as his hands were tied as well. "Ah, well. Live and let learn." "Live-and?! They're going to make you walk the plank!" It was Cavendish's turn to pipe in. "That's not going to happen....Pirates actually didn't employ the use of planks as they do in movies. More than likely they're going to keelhaul us." "You're not helping!" Shy hummed in thought, beginning to rock in place. "We have to find a way out of this, a way to cut the ropes. Do either of you have a spork?" Insight It's said that the people one surrounds themselves with are a mirror; by examining the traits we admire, or despise, in another, we really see the things we wish we are, or aren't. In her case, it was always a one-way mirror.

She could always find something kind to say about someone. It was never mere idle flattery, either; her compliments were always genuine, and quite accurate. Likewise, her insults cut to the bone, for they too always hit their mark. She was a person who observed and reported on what she saw. So what baffled them both was how dim her view of herself was. The clarity with which she saw others was completely muddled when turned inward, lost in a murky sea of insecurity, fear, and the nasty things that others had said about her in the past. No matter what they tried to say, anything to relieve that negative view, she would only shake her head and insist they were being nice.

They would just have to try again, then. And again, and again, until they could show her the person she really was. The person they loved. Drink "June is bustin' out all oooovvvaaaaah-!!" "The ocean is full of Jack and Jills!" Cavendish plugged his ears and grumbled as he walked alongside his two companions, who who currently busy drunkenly butchering the lyrics to a Rogers and Hammerstein classic. "Stop it, both of you! It's nearly midnight and nobody wants to hear-" "JUNE IS BUSTING OUT ALL OVER! THE SHEEP AREN'T SLEEPING ANYMORE!" They both sang louder, out of pure retaliation. With a resigned sigh, Cavendish held his ears tighter. "I am never allowing you two alcohol again. Land sakes, it's not even June!" Introduction "Shy, c'mere a minute. There's someone we want you to meet." Vinnie motioned Cheyanne over to his side, where a young man-a kid, really-stood by, beaming enthusiastically. "Milo Murphy, meet Shy Wyatt. Shy Wyatt, Milo Murphy." "Hi!" The boy, Milo, chirped, extending a hand to her, which she eagerly took. "Nice to meetcha." "Likewise." She returned the boy's eager smile. "So, you're friends with Vinnie and Cav?" "Yep!" Milo nodded. "You too?" Shy giggled. "You could say that...So, uh," Cheyanne stammered, trying to change the subject. "How do you guys know each other?" Looking to Dakota, the two exchanged knowing glances. Pulling up a chair (that, before too long, collapsed under him thanks to Murphy's Law), Milo looked up at her. "It's a long, weird story." Cheyanne flinched from the sound of the chair breaking, a single eyebrow quirking high when she saw that Milo didn't appear to be phased. "I live for those." "Then I think we're going to get along great." Concentrate "Hey, babe~." Cheyanne looked up (and, backwards somewhat, thanks to her awkward position in front of the stove) in annoyance. "Hey, Vin. Do you mind? I've got to watch this boil, or it'll-" "You can do that anytime." He grinned down at her, arms firmly wrapped around the girl's waist. "I've been gone all day. Just, just let me see you really quick, then you can get back to whatever it is you're doing." Shy let out a soft, affectionate sigh. "You're so sweet. This will just take a minute, and then I'll spend as much time with you as you want, I promi-oh!" She was cut off once again, this time from being spun around and pulled into a deep kiss. Cheyanne's focus dissolved away, and a few seconds later the pot on the stove boiled over, though neither of them noticed or cared. After all, who could concentrate on food at a time like this? Trust Balthazar Cavendish looked in silent amusement as the two loves of his life played some silly, primitive board game together on the floor of their apartment. Of course, the two of them had offered-begged, in fact-for him to play with them, but he had insisted that he was content to watch. And watch he did. Cheyanne's eyes lit up as she explained the rules and pieces-what everything did and what it meant-in enthused detail, and at that, Cavendish couldn't help but smile. It was hard to believe that the vibrant and talkative young woman sitting on his floor was the same person that he and Dakota had met a year and a half ago. The comparison felt like night and day; the girl sitting here was so colorful and alive, free with her thoughts, laughter, and affection. The woman who had first moved in with them...well, she was nothing like that.  Cheyanne came from a world of uncertainty and shattered trust, where nothing changed and yet nothing was guaranteed. People frightened her because she knew that somebody could be fine one minute and slamming doors and screaming the next, and there was no way to tell if or when it would happen. She barely said a word to them the first week she was there. In fact, she was so quiet that both of them often forgot her presence entirely. Cavendish recalled, a bitter taste filling his mouth, the way she would flinch any time someone spoke loudly or slammed a door on accident. When she dropped a dish that one day, he was certain she was going to cry. It was unbearable, until...well, he didn’t know exactly when or how it happened, but something in her began to change.

Somehow, Cheyanne started to trust them. Little by little, she began to speak up, and flinch less, and her whole demeanor changed from a frightened little mouse into the clever and creative girl he knew now. That had to be around the time Cavendish realized that he was falling for her.

Now, in the present (or past as it were), she was the person he knew that he loved, that Vinnie loved, and who loved them both back with her whole heart. In his own, Cavendish thanked any listening deity for her trust; without it, they would be missing a valuable piece of their puzzle.

[lukeysgirl]

Earned the Attention | a.i

Anon asked: Could you do a cute (longish) Calum or Ashton imagine based on attention by The Weeknd , like you're famous and Calums lw ignoring you for a while, you guys fight, and then he does some cute smutt shit based on earned* it by The Weeknd. Then just cute apologies and fluff? Please.

Word Count: 3,500+

AN: sorry that it’s late, honey. please forgive me and enjoy this x (hope it doesn’t suck ahh)

I M A G I N E [SMUT]

Baby, you are so strong. Baby you are calm, you are so calm. 

“We can’t keep playing these games, Y/N.” A drummer boy’s voice was low, tame. More hoarse than usual, the exhaustion hitting him as time deepened the night. He arced his bare back, having you watch from behind as his muscles flexed. “It’s becoming too much.” 

“Ashton, they’re not games,” you whispered, grabbing more of the sheets to cover your raw body. Ashton merely glanced behind you, seeing you huddled in fetal position at the headboard of the bed. Your skin was kissed by the lights provided by the city before you, the curtains gone to reveal everything outside.

Tell me where it went wrong. Tell me how to love, it’s been so long. 

Silence emerged immediately, the only sound to be heard were repetitive messages bursting from both of your phones. You looked at Ashton, his curly hair a mess as his tone back was kissed by the city lights. He leaned his hands on the bed, barely straining his biceps as veins of greens and blues crawled up his forearms. It was difficult to see in the dimness of the room, but you had studied Ashton’s character for a while now. 

“I missed you,” you uttered, breaking the silence more powerful than sound itself. And it was true, you did. Striving two different lives in the same world was tough. His music guided him one way, and your fame gushed you to another. There was so much that texting and phone calls could do, but even touch was becoming bland. 

You wanted more. 

When a call’s not enough, and you just need to touch.

“But you’re missing too much, Y/N.” You hitched your breath, holding the near tip of your tongue as he looked distantly at the glass windows. He emitted a deep sigh, one that allowed air to escape through his lips and nose. “You’re asking for far too much. What the fuck more do you want?” 

“I want you, Ashton!” You pleaded quietly, clenching tightly on the fabric covering your body. Emotion was playing at your body, with goosebumps surging all over your arms and legs. Police cars came into sound as it passed by the hotel. 

“We just fucked, Y/N, what else can you possibly ask for?” Ashton spat, his tone more aggressive and cool. It was so much different than when you first met. The gentle kind boy with the wide smiles and the soft dimples. Kindness rolled off his tongue without him trying, with a face so gleaming and inviting every time he laughed. Those times were the times where you felt the warmest. 

Thinking twice on my one, but you just need to trust... 

“Dates,” you began, your voice struggling to control itself. It yearned to strain itself from emotions as tears threatened to escape your eyes. But you knew you had to be tough to get your desires across. “I want to drink coffee with you, and go on dinner dates with a shared plate of spaghetti and candle lights. I want strolls in the park and purple cotton candy and holding hands. I want private music sessions and lyrics and shitty guitar playing. I want you-- all of you.” 

Everything went still after your words. Nothing came from the drummer at the end of the bed, seeing as he remained sat at the edge. Your bottom lip quivered, it’s chapped being still remembering when a pair of lips were sucking on them. Heart raced without pause, running in a race with no winner. Your fingers began to sweat from the cotton fabric, feeling it’s smoothness melt between your fingers. 

“You’re only looking for attention.” Ashton uttered, his voice husky, tinted with annoyance. You flinched slightly at his words, accurate but still not exact. “You’re only noticing because I’m never around. True or false?” 

“True but--” you tried, but Ashton quickly lifted his hand to silence you. He turned to stare at you, his face half dark with the other revealing a cold stare. His hazel eyes were dim, pupils small as he looked into your eyes. His lips were pursed in the straight light, completely stern with no dimples. His expression held no happiness, no warmth. 

“But nothing,” Ashton muttered quietly. “You’re asking for so much from me, Y/N. And I can’t provide that anymore because there’s no time. My career leaves me no time, and yours doesn’t as well.” 

“But I make the time for you!” You chimed, scoffing at him with soft eyes. It was hard to really spit a cold statement without feeling your heart bounce. You were in contact with the boy you adore, how could you be cold? 

“I flew in because you were crying on the phone,” Ashton began lowly as he stood up. His ass was revealed to you, plump with dents at the outer cheeks. But you quickly diverted your eyes back up at the curly-haired man as he bent down to pick up his garments. “We fucked, and you seemed happy with it.” 

“But I’m not!” You wailed as he began pulled up his tight jeans. You struggled to crawl to the end of the bed, still covered your body with the smooth sheets. “You came over, we had small talk, and then you began to take off my shirt! Texting stays at 2 sentences, calls always holds several periods of silence, and you get quick to feel me up and down!” 

“Because you want me to fucking touch you!” Ashton exclaims as he pulled down his shirt. “You’re always wailing about how you miss my damn touch! But now that I do, that’s still not enough?” 

“Have you ever thought that ‘touch’ isn’t just sex?” You began, having Ashton roll his eyes as he grabbed his phone and wallet from the bedside table. “I just want to hug you, hold your hand, smell your scent and just have your presence. But you just come to fuck me and leave!” 

“Because every time I do, you stop wailing about it for months until the next time you want me again!” Ashton roared, slipping on his Vans. “I’m sorry princess, but you don’t get to be the victim here. I’m done being pinned as the bad guy.” 

With that, you watched the tall figure make his way to the door. You didn’t know what to do, or what to say. The man you love so much was just one door away from leaving your life forever. You didn’t want him to go, to disconnected his heart from yours, you--

“I love you!” You called out as Ashton slammed the door. There was no hesitance, no second-guessing. Nothing. 

Your phone was dry, still no replies. 

Endless calls and texts were sent to the boy with curly hair, but none seem to be coming through. Even sitting with this broken heart for a week, you couldn’t help but worry over this boy. He left, leaving an essence of frustration. Though his words pained you, you didn’t want to see this fight effect him at all. 

But today, you decided to remain silent. 

Some tried to convince you that he hadn’t deserved your words. Others claim that he hadn’t deserved a place in your conscious. Few thought the break up was much needed, both for you and him. 

But it pained you. In interviews you had done, your smile lacked genuine happiness. Your eyes lost their glimmer, you were too stiff and failed to feel elated. Interviewers would ask about Ashton, and you tried as much as possibly to pass the subject. His name sent all sorts of jolts to your heart that hurt you far beyond belief. 

You hadn’t dared badmouthed him though. Of all things, you understood publicity and understood how vital that was to both of your careers. You did everything you can to avoid the topic of Ashton and only said good things when you couldn’t evade. There were no bad things to even say, anyways. 

Ashton was always a sweet man. He is someone kind and giving, one who would do a lot just to see a stranger smile. He spreads love and joy to those who strive hard lives. He kisses those in need of affection on the cheek and draws butterflies on war scars. Regardless of the emotional trip he took at your heart, Ashton will always be an amazing person to you. 

There were you, residing on your leather couch as the heat of your body stuck your skin to it. Hot brewed coffee was held in your hands, emitting a yawn at 5:00 P.M. as you sat lazily. The scent of hazel nut and nutmeg intoxicated your nose as you watched the TV that wasn’t even on. 

“Y/N!” The intercom suddenly blasted, having you flinch as you quickly placed your cup down. You shot from the couch, your feet touching the smooth, wooden tiles in pursuit of the intercom. You slammed your hand on the mic button, your heart randomly racing from the suddenness of the moment. 

“Yes?” You breathed. 

“There’s someone here for you. He says his name is A.” 

Your heart froze. Who is A? You don’t know anybody by that name. Unless, of course, if it’s the first initial of someone’s name. Could it be who you thought it could be? No no, it can’t be. That’d be too much hopeful thinking. But he hasn’t left the city yet. He uploaded a selfie of himself yesterday in the city, captioning the name. 

“Would you like me to let him in?” The intercom suddenly scared you out of your thoughts, having you turn the mic on once more to utter a ‘yes.’ You waited by the door anxiously, unsure as to how to take this. You had no clue who this person could be. They could be a murderer, but you still let them in.

Then it came: the knock on the door. 

Your hand slowly touched the gold knob, feeling the cold metal contrast from your clammy hand. It was shaking, but you hadn’t paid much mind to that fact. grasping it tightly, you unlock the door and twist the knob, opening it slowly. That’s when you were introduced to a sobbing Ashton Irwin. 

“E-eh...” You began, unable to produce words as Ashton quickly swallowed you into a hug. His strong arms wrapped around your torso tightly, with his face residing at the crook of your neck. You could feel his tears being smeared on your neck, his sniffs cooling it from the air. This was very unlike the aggressive Ashton you had faced just a few days ago.

“I’m s-so sorry to come in so suddenly, Y/N,” Ashton spoke lowly, moving his face a little away from your neck to speak properly. “B-but I just... I’m so sorry about everything I’ve done!”

“A-Ashton...” You began, your arms too numb to even wrap them around him.

“I slept with another woman last night,” Ashton said quietly, having your heart throb slightly at those words. Even though the two of you were no longer a thing, it didn’t stop you from being in love with him. “And this morning I woke up to her on the phone. She was talking to somebody, saying she was gonna use me... for fame and money, and I just...” 

You slowly found blood in your arms and rose them to the boys back. You felt his smooth blue sweater upon your forearms, grabbing it between your fingers to hold onto him. You tried to soothe them with a series of ‘shushes’ and ‘it’s okay.’ But his sniffles and stuttering found no end. 

“When I told her to fuck off and left, I realized that you were never like that,” Ashton began. “Y-You were the only one who didn’t want me just for sex. I felt your love, and I knew it was completely real in the beginning. And I just...” 

Ashton’s voice trailed away, feeling his weeps upon your warm neck as he held you. You had no clue what to really do or think. You felt the strands of his curly hair tickle at your ear politely. You could feel his words pour into your heart, feeling as he clenched your shirt in his hands. 

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he began suggestively, having you anticipate the next words he’ll be choosing. “But I want to try and make up for it. To prove to you that I want and need you in my life. Physically, emotionally-- completely.” 

The drummer had been quick, pulling you away after his words. Your eyes had widened as Ashton slowly got closer to you until his lips were finally pressed on yours. His lips, slightly chapped, sucked upon your bottom lip, allowing it between the coolness that were his lips. He moaned, feeling the vibrations dancing on your lips as he swiped his tongue along the rim of your bottom lip. 

“Ash--” You tried, attempting to stop him. But your hands didn’t even dare press against his chest to try to push him away. Your arms remained straight down, hanging loosely by your sides. His hands, though, worked quick as they snaked around your waist and grabbed you closer. Then, he abandoned your lips to start nibbling down your jawline, then down to your neck. 

“Ha.. A-Ash...” You moaned, unable to control yourself as he slowly and gently pushed you to the wall. You felt your back along the coolness of the green wall as Ashton kissed your neck lovingly. The moistness of his saliva played a role in your pleasure as his teeth lightly tugged at your sensitive skin. 

“I was checking my phone today, beautiful,” Ashton murmured along your neck, having another moan come from the vibrations of his voice. “And I saw you didn’t text me today, and I only checked my phone to see if you texted me. Ignored everyone else.” 

He swiped the tip of his tongue to the other side of your neck, giving the un-tampered skin some attention. 

“Passed by so many strangers, anticipating to see you in the crowd,” Ashton growled, sucking your skin harshly. You threw your head back, your hands attempting to grab onto the flatness of the wall. “Just wanted to see your pretty face...” 

Ashton’s large hands slipped under your shirt, feeling your smooth sides appreciatively. You felt those callouses tickle your skin, but you were too heated to dare giggle. His long, sturdy fingers brushed lightly upon your stomach before digging through your breast cup. 

“Such a sweet princess, aren’t you?” Ashton groaned, smirking upon your neck. He blew against your new hickey, having you bite your bottom lip. “Calling me in such concern, sending me texts to see how I was. How did I even think about letting you go?” 

Breathless to answer, Ashton chuckled on your neck before slipping his hands into your bra. You felt his cool hands grope your breasts, absorbing their warmth as your nipples became perky. Goosebumps rose all over, feeling your core heat up in desperate need of him. 

His lips trailed down to your collarbone, nibbling on the sensitive skin lovingly. Subconsciously, your hands jolted up and weaved themselves into Ashton’s curls. You felt the softness of it, barely tugging on it as the tips of his fingers tugged on your rising buds. Moans became music to his ears as he rubbed the tip of your nipples with his rough thumbs. 

“Sh-should we?” You breathed out, your eyes darting over to the direction of your bedroom. Ashton looked up and nodded, grabbing your waist once more as he took lead in guiding you to the room. His lips attached themselves back on yours as he walked over to your bedroom door and gently hit your back against the door. You heard him desperately turn at the knob before opening it and tossing you on the bed. 

“Look at you,” Ashton began with a smirk, watching from above as you lied on the full sized bed. Your chest was heaving, cheeks flushed as you looked up at Ashton lustfully. “All hot and frustrated over me.” 

He quickly got on the bed on all fours so he could dip down and kiss you lovingly. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck to lift yourself up to be closer to him. You felt one of his hands rub down your soft belly before reaching the hem of your pajama shorts. He tugged them down, barely reaching the knees as he exposed the uppermost of your thighs. 

“Do a favor for me, princess?” Ashton began once he detached his lips from yours. You nodded, parting your lips as they throbbing from his kisses. He then held up his middle and index fingers, pressing them together firmly. “Suck on them with your pretty little mouth.” 

Ashton brought the tip of his fingers to your bottom lip, his dry fingers drying up a bit of your moist lip. Quickly, you widened your mouth a bit more to allow his fingers in, but they didn’t move. So you grabbed his wrist and pushed them in, a sudden taste of saltiness playing at your tongue. Your cool tongue licked his warm fingers as you bobbed your head along them. Your tongue dug through the in between of the fingers, allowing saliva to reside between them. Sucking on them harshly, you had remained consistent before Ashton removed his fingers with a pop!

“Good girl,” Ashton mumbled, biting down harshly on his bottom lip as he guided his hand to your thighs. You spread them, having Ashton smile before cutting right to the chase. He shoved his fingers in you, having you throw your head back as those long fingers filled you. He kept moving them in and out, using your saliva as lubricant to move with ease. You clenched your walls around his fingers, having him growl happily. “You’re so tight, princess...” 

He was quick to reach your g-spot, lowering himself once more to kiss you as he fingered you ruthlessly. Before you knew it, you had released all over his fingers, moaning his name like it was to save your life. He quickly hopped off the bed, guiding his mouth to your pussy as he licked your liquids. You felt his cool tongue lick along your clit as he slowly moved to your slit. You felt his lips soon press upon your labia as he sucked your juices. 

“Ngh... A-Ash!” You shrieked as his tongue began entering you. But he was fast to remove it as he stood up straight once more and swiped his tongue along his bottom lip. You looked up at him, completely heated and flushed to see a smirk painted at his lips. But then you looked into his eyes and found lust being replaced with love and warmth. 

“I don’t want to have sex with you.” Those words struck you a bit, excitement deflated and confidence exploded. His hands grabbed the hem of your panties and shorts and pulled them back up. You crawled up to the headboard, sitting in a pretzel as you stared at the drummer boy before you. 

“S-so you just came to play around a bit, huh?” You began bitterly. Your fingers grabbed on your sheets strongly as those hazel eyes bore into yours. “You say all these words of sentiment only to play me like the other girls, right? I’m nothing more than another fucking body, right? That’s just how it is now--” 

“You’re different, Y/N,” Ashton interrupted. You silenced yourself completely, eyes widening from such bold words. His eyes didn’t dare break the lock on yours as he spoke. “I don’t know why it took me so long to realize, but you’re so perfect to me, Y/N. Your body, the kind of person you are, the heart you own... I don’t know why I didn’t take this so heavily when I assessed in the choice of leaving you. One week deflated my entire heart until there were no beat, so warmth. There was nothing without you, Y/N. I was nothing without you.” 

“I...” You began, in pure disbelief of his audacious words. Coming to your house, saying all those sweet words, giving you brief pleasure only to repeat more sweet words. Who did he think he was? “Ashton, you can’t just come in here saying all these words like what you did can easily be fixed with some sort of straight-out-of-the-movies speech.” 

Swiftly, Ashton walked to the headboard, took a seat by you, and enclosed your hands between his. 

“I want to take you out and talk,” Ashton began quietly. “And have coffee, with shared spaghetti for dinner and vanilla candles. Purple cotton candy and walks in the park. I want that all, too. I know I want that all because it took me time without you to realize how much I missed it. Y/N, please understand that you’re entirely worth it to me. You are absolutely worth it.” 

You had just a hint of uncertainty over his ask. But his face was stern, a seriousness you haven’t seen before. His stare hadn’t faltered, and his hazel eyes has yet to wander someplace else in sheepishness. He held your hands firmly, determined to keep them in his hold until you gave him an answer that catered to his preference. 

“...There’s a new cafe they opened across the street,” you said quietly, blushing furiously. “You can make up everything by buying me a scone and a latte.” 

Ashton smiled happily, obliging completely. He squeezed your hands happily, having you watch as he stared at them lovingly. His thumb brushed along the top of one of them, appreciating your smooth skin. 

“It’s been decided,” Ashton announced. 

“Huh?” You hummed, looking at him with a puzzled stare. His hazel eyes locked into yours immediately, his lips forming a soft smile. His dimples showed, the soft indents lightening up his face completely. 

“I’m gonna care for you from now on,” Ashton stated, his eyes full of determination and warmth. “Forever and always.” 

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MAD - IRRITATED SCIENCE! : Bizarre Borderland : (1 Part)

MAD IRRITATED SCIENCE!

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I read an item in the SCI-NEWS that I personally found amusing.  A lot of people, especially the other Desert Rats like me, would have said, “So?”  For them, they'd be right.  Me, I'm the odd one, the duck that swims in the desert.

The item?  Somebody found and totally documented that the human brain's neurons use electrons to transmit information, which everybody already knew.  The new bit was that the neurons and the so-called white matter, the glial cells, also used protons to carry information.  The positive charge wasn't there just for balancing potentials.

Like I said, odd man out.  I already had a working headset that used passive electrical pickups to read brain activity.  In the past, and the reason that I built it, I used it to locate the speech processing center.  My plan for riches was simply to use the headset to read subvocal thought for controlling a computer or word processor.  Like many great notions, this one ran aground on the reef of reality.  It barely worked at all and was prone to massive errors.  Apparently it couldn't read the necessary brain center finely enough.

I looked over the equipment and began to rewrite my software to take into account the positive charges as information along with the negative ones.  Wow.  Dullsville, according to my few friends out here.  I shut up about my experiments.

Al Martin was a particular thorn all the way through the paw.  After I caught him cutting my gate lock chain to come up “for a friendly visit”, I got a Protective Order put on him to keep him away.  He took to calling me Dr. Freakenstein and making 'hilarious' jokes about creating monsters and EVIL SCIENCE.

Al Martin aside, I kinda like it out here.  The natural silence of wind, bird, coyote howl and such like, combined with the sheer joy of waking to the desert sunrise and watching the day unfold, lets me have both the time and the peace to think.  Sometimes I  tinker with the things that I think about.  Unless Al finds a way to be a nuisance.

The last few months, he's been running a “neighborhood watch” scam.  He got a telescope and started trying to charge folks for keeping an eye on their places.  By a pure coincidence I'm sure (NOT), the places on his watch list get robbed by burglars more often than the ones that he doesn't watch.  He even watches my place, which isn't on his watch list.  Caught him in the act several times.  I have a telescope, too.

Sorry about the digression.  Back to my idea of fun stuff.  The result of looking at both sides of the charge equation was a complete surprise.  Much of the mystery of brain intercommunication simply fell apart.  Most, if not all, of thought was processed as fractal interfaces between “clouds” of positrons clustered about various brain centers.  Still sounds dull, I guess.

Point, set and match occurred when a rat wandered near, under my house.  The sensor setup on my head spotted the interference of ratty's little “mind clouds” at once.  I personally hadn't noticed.  The computer showed me why, too.  My mind was automatically blocking the signal.

It took both concentration and help from the computer to open up to it.  As the little critter moved about, I started to get a feel for it.  If I could feel it, could it respond to me?

That took quite a few tries and failures.  After somewhat over an hour, I got the rat to come out from under the house and sit up on my porch in full view.  He was a dusty gray with  lines of white spots down his back.  His tail was long but fluffy.  Some sort of ground squirrel perhaps.  Not really a rat after all.

Now that I had him in sight, I experimented more freely because I could see how Ratty responded.  I needed the computer for the first few hours while I was learning to use my 'clouds' to influence his 'clouds'.  I kept blocking the signal by old habit.  With some work, I finally got Ratty to stand up and do a little rat-dance on his hind legs.

When I realized that Ratty was hungry from all of my experiments, I gave him a chunk of a peanut butter sandwich.  A few curious little birds landed on my porch rail while Ratty and I were munching.  I tried reaching out with my 'cloud' and encouraged them to hop up close.  More of my sandwich disappeared into little birdie craws.

By the end of several days of practice, I knew that my maximum range was about fifteen feet.  Inside that distance, I could simply execute small vermin like fleas, mites, lice, ticks and flying bugs.  Larger critters were harder but not much.  I didn't harm many of them though, it was more fun to control them and simply send them away. Ratty was the exception, of course.  He was both a kick as a pet and a great little test subject.

Had to wonder, you know, if folks learning to do this sort of thing wasn't the basis of the tales about witchcraft.  Thinking it through a bit more, after destroying a few persistent vermin in my garden, I realized that if this was the foundation of witchcraft, those fears in the general population could be well founded.  It took almost no imagination at all to see how someone with this sort knowledge could be a very real danger to the community at large.  Especially if the general population treated the “witch” badly.  I didn't intend to find out what would happen in a case like that.

I'd just got a pair of deer up close and doing a bit of a step-dance for a big flake of hay when I noticed the dust cloud of a truck barreling along the road from Al's place.  I sent the deer away, cursing Al under my breath.  Bad news only got worse when Al's pickup roared up my drive, scattering gravel as he skidded to a stop.  Al bailed out with a rifle in hand, starting to aim at the retreating deer.

I glared at him.  Al's rifle fell to the dirt from hands gone nerveless.  Wide eyed with anger, he demanded, “Damn you, Art! What did you do to me?”

Not bothering to get up from my seat on the porch steps I replied tartly, “Me?  I'm here on my porch.  You are ten feet away.  From here, it looked like you managed to drop your gun just in time to avoid poaching charges on top of the Felony Trespass and Protective Order violation.”

Frowning in a black faced rage, he flexed his now almost functioning fingers and retorted, “Poaching?  No way!  This is private land so its legal.  No hunting without permission your signs says. Wasn't no time to ask first, so's I was gonna ask after I blasted 'em.  Would'a given me a whole Winter's meat.”

Lips pulled into a tight line I snapped, “Only problem, Al, is I would have said NO.  Those signs allow me to get game from my land.  Desert game is spread thin and I don't share mine.  At least not with you.  I heard from Joe Sanderson how well you share yours.”

Al was looking down at his hands and flexing them.  Still pissed off, he spit out, “Joe had it coming!  Bastard wouldn't pay me for Neighbor Watch.”

I raised one eyebrow and pointed out, “Neither will I.  Looks like your hands are better.  Get into your truck and shove off.  Don't come back, either.”

Al stared to bend over to get his rifle and just kept on going down. He landed in a heap on the scattered gravel of my drive.  “Don't try to take that gun, Al, unless you want to leave here in a hearse.”

Twitching on the ground, Al yelled, “I knew it, you asshole! You've used some sort of evil witchcraft on me.  I'll have the law on you for this!”

I smiled down at him from my vantage point on the steps.  A sensible wolf would have stepped away from that smile.  “One:  Killing Felony Trespassers is legal, and that's what you became when you hauled out that rifle.  Two:  You have a Protective Order that requires you to stay at least a hundred fifty feet from my property line and do nothing to compromise my property, including discharge firearms on or across it.  I can legally kill you for that violation, too.  Three:  Witchcraft IS legal.  Four:  I just sat here and watched you apparently have some sort of seizures.  Five:  I am calling the Sheriff's Office on your Trespass and and Order violations.”

I got on my phone and called the situation in to the County Police. I fixed a sandwich and went back out on the porch to watch Al.  He was staying down.  I knew that he would.

As I started to eat, Ratty popped up from his nest under the house. He did his little rat dance and got his chunk of sandwich.  He settled down by my feet and happily nibbled his bread and cheese.

Al looked on in what I believe was genuine fear.  Trying to point, he exclaimed, “There's the proof!  You are a witch-man!  That's your familiar!”

Amused, I replied, “Ratty?  A familiar?  The worst he could do is nip your nuts while you're down.”

Ratty squeaked firmly.

I laughed, “Right Ratty!  Why should you risk lice and other crawling vermin just to bite Al's privates?”

Ratty expressed his opinion of Al by taking his part of the sandwich and retreating back under the house.  With his tail up to show Al his ass.

Not too much later a deputy arrived.  I greeted him, “Hi, Deputy Mustic.  'Fraid your cousin Al's in a spot of trouble.  Seems to have not only broken the Protective Order, he brought a firearm onto my place.  Trouble is, unless he's faking it, he seems to have some sort of paralytic neurological event.  He's even trying to blame me for it.  Witchcraft, no less.  Can you believe it?”

Deputy Mustic closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  “Of Al?  I'd believe near anything.  I gotta call for a backup and let him do this one to be sure that everything's done right.  If I try to do the arrest, Al's lawyer is sure to try for a conflict of interest or some such because we're related.”   The deputy got on his radio and I overheard him giving dispatch a piece of his mind for sending him out to deal with a relative.

Soon both the backup, Deputy Jorgen, and an ambulance were on the scene.  Al was duly informed of his rights and placed under arrest while the ambulance crew verified with a pin that Al really was paralyzed.  Deputy Mustic took me aside, day book out and asked, “Art, why didn't you call the ambulance?  Even if he is my family, we both know that Al is slime.  Still, you should'a called.”

I nodded, while watching Al being loaded into the ambulance to be hauled away, “I would have, Deputy.  Thing is, he pulled that stunt on Sadie Halloway where he faked an injury on her place.  Since she called the ambulance, she wound up getting stuck for near enough a grand.  Al did it because she wouldn't pay into his neighbor watch scam.  I won't pay him either and just figured he was doing the same to me as he did to her.”

Writing in his day book and flipping a page to finish, Deputy Mustic nodded, “I heard about that.  Thought it might be the reason. Needed it clear for the record is all.”

More anxiously, now that he was done being official, he asked, “Any idea what is wrong?  I mean, scum or not, he is family and I'm worried for him.  Believe it or not, the kids like him at reunions. He does slight of hand coin tricks and card stunts really professional.”

I shrugged, “The slight of hand for entertainment is something I'd not have guessed.  Slick as he is at lifting small tools and such, I should have known something like that was behind it.  As for this, no idea at all.  I am sure that it's not sunstroke.  The AC in his truck was on and it works.  I would guess that it might be an oddball stroke of some kind.  Maybe an aneurysm or bleed in the upper spine could do it.  Just a guess, though.

“Al appears to be sure what it is.  I heard him telling both Deputy Jorgen and the paramedics that it's witchcraft.  If it is, I don't think that I'm the one.  Frankly, I hope he's right.  Witchcraft is legal.”

Three days later, Deputy Mustic was back.  It was an unofficial visit.  Looking sad, he said, “Al died in the hospital, last night, 'bout midnight, Art.  The doctors did find what it was but there was nothing that they could do.  Doctor Collins said that it was the fastest growing neurological tumor that she's ever heard of.  It was just near to the top of his spine.  Inoperable.  Al died swearing to everyone there that you cursed him.”

I watched a hawk soar overhead  for a moment before I replied, “Not to speak ill, but if I could have, I would have.  Didn't like him at all.

“You, on the other hand are one of the best.  Never heard a single bad word about you, even from folks you've arrested.”

Deputy Mustic smiled but only slightly, “Thanks for that, Art.  I didn't expect any sympathy for Al but I figured that you'd want to know.”

“Indeed, Deputy.  My condolences to your family.”

As Deputy Mustic drove away, My mind was in high gear.  I liked it out here, but it did get pretty lonely on occasion.  The ease with which I influenced animals and settled Al's hash led to an interesting line of thought.

The next time that I was in town, I spotted a pretty young lady. Checking her out by 'feel' I found that she was not only available, she didn't like being tied to one guy.  She enjoyed having a variety of lovers.

All that I planted was the urge to drive out my way.  The weekend was fun for both of us.  Besides bed, Sally hiked around the hills with me and even liked watching a hawk or buzzard fly.  We took a bunch of pictures of her around my house and up in the rocks and hills.  Nice cheesecake, barely risque.  Good memories.

It turned out that Sally knew a fair number of other like minded friends.  After she introduced me to her buddies, neither my days or nights stayed lonely.

---The End---