#and yes 'red rum' was playing in the background

[supportingwomenswrongs]

what the hell happened in shibuya last night?

@darksidesuguru and I proving once again that mutuals can be friends irl (guess who's who👀) 🟣🩸

[httpsryu]

ideal type

pairing: huh yunjin x fem! reader

summary: getting asked a question during an interview leads heartbroken fans looking for the specific lady that's already in huh yunjin's big heart

category: rock band au, college gfs

genre: fluff, angst for the heartbroken fans

warnings: a LOT of jealousy from the fans and small suggestive talk

a/n: i loved writing this! thank you to the person who requested it :)

the music echoes throughout the clubroom where hundreds, maybe thousands are jumping up and down while they sing along to the song being played. the drummer starts to play by beat slowly, indicating that the bass solo is coming up.

lights in the room are ferociously blinking red, along with sirens going off into the background as huh yunjin does what she's best at; going full-jam on the bass. she gets on her knees, swaying her hips to the beat in the background as her hands attractively strum the strings.

fans take pictures and videos while screaming their heads off at how insanely attractive the specific red haired is.

however, from afar, yunjin knows the only girl she's playing for is the fair pretty lady in the back bartending drinks to customers.

you take a quick peek up at the performance in front of you while cleaning a shot glass, turning red at the way yunjin managed to send a wink towards you.

"gross, not in front of my salad." heeseung gags as he throws the towel back on his shoulder to go grab the newly sat customer.

throwing your head back in laughter as you also pay attention to the girl who finished yet another shot of straight rum for the eighth time. "another rum shot with splash of water?"

"yes, thank you."

the music starts to die down, indicating the song is going to halt at the end.

you let out a smile at the way fans are supporting the rock band, everyone is singing along, screaming and most importantly feeling the music.

"thank you all for taking the time of your night to watch us play." chaewon, the leader speaks in the mic, as she sticks her tongue out in a form of affection for the fans. "everyone make sure to get home safely, kay?"

more screams start again at the sight of the red haired bass player. she lets out a chuckle at her fangirls before speaking into the mic. "and for those who managed to score tickets to the after-show interview, can't wait to see you then."

everyone in the band stands up, waving and bowing before shortly disappearing backstage.

"they manage to get the girls off their feet, huh?" heeseung comes near you, washing more glasses. "you gonna clock off soon since your girlfriend is done playing?"

with a proud grin, you nod at your brother as you wipe your hands down on the towel draping from his shoulders. "i promise i'll open tomorrow."

"okay okay, priorities are putting your girlfriend before the family's bar and club."

you shrug, pouting playfully which earns a ruffle from your older brother.

"see you tomorrow, kiddo."

taking off your apron and hanging it in the back, you grab your items to scurry off into the backstage of the club.

looking for the room that the band was assigned to, your phone vibrates, grabbing your attention to it. digging for your phone in your bag, you hum in content once feeling the cellular block of a device.

an arm around your waist startles you, leaving you to jump.

"stop! don't do that! especially in this dark scary part of the club." you turn around, playfully smacking the taller.

yunjin laughs, nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck and inhaling the scent of you. oh, how she missed her girlfriend.

"i missed you." she murmurs in your neck, tickling you and leaving shivers down your spine. "i felt like i haven't seen you in forever!"

you can't help but to hug back your very tall girlfriend, inhaling the earthy-cherry smell of hers. "we saw each other in class."

"still felt like forever."

"EW GET A ROOM LOVEBIRDS!" chaewon's voice rings through the backstage, closing their room's door behind her.

both you and yunjin let out a laugh in each other's embrace.

"did i play amazing, baby?"

letting out a nod with a smile, your girlfriend excitedly squeals before attacking you in another hug once again.

"my eyes were always staring at you." yunjin whispers, encircling her arm around your waist to pull you in for a kiss.

a kiss where both parties are longing for each other. moving your lips along her signature cherry red lipgloss that you gifted to her while you two were fresh lovers. her tongue glossing over yours in a fight for dominance and ultimately you give in. letting out a quiet sound of pleasure while you pull her in a bit closer by her neck.

"you're so damn addicting baby." yunjin says in between the kissing.

feeling the air in you run out, you ultimately pull away with your forehead leaning on hers.

"after-show interview is going to be on in 15." she whispers gently, holding your face in her hand to give you one last peck. "i'll see you tomorrow after my engineering lab?"

"does anyone in the crowd want to ask sserafilm a question?" the interviewer asks, scanning out for hands in the audience.

everyone in the crowd raises their hands in hopes of being called on for their fun yet juicy questions.

"hmm..how about the girl in the middle with the star studded bracelet." the interviewer calls out, a smile on her face as she waits for the question.

the female in the audience clears her throat, making sure her voice is loud and clear. "this question is for yunjin."

"okay! go right ahead!" the interviewer nods, letting the girl continue while yunjin anticipates on the question from the fan.

"yunjin, being the well-known womanizer of the group, what do you say your ideal type is?"

"ooo~ that's a nice question." the interviewer laughs.

the red haired giggles, tilting her head to the left slightly in a processing-type-of-way. "i would say my ideal type is someone who has a sort of angelic vibe to them. she's determined for what she wants to do while also supporting me. oh! and she has these cute dimples that matches along with her moles."

before finishing her answer, yunjin looks down at her hand with a small very smitten smile. "lastly, she has a beautiful heart, inside and out."

every girl in the audience blinks, not ONCE, not TWICE, but THREE times in being dumbstruck at how specific their red haired bass player was at describing their ideal type.

"sounds like you have a specific person in mind?" the older woman looks at the bass player, hoping to get an answer from her.

yunjin can only let out another chuckle, holding the mic to her mouth. "just describing my type of lady, that's all."

the way the club was silent, everyone could hear the sounds of so many fangirls' hearts just broke at the bass player's words.

chaewon rolls her eyes, wanting to gag at yunjin's greasiness. how do you actually deal with this every day? chaewon feels sorry for you, honestly.

"sounds a little too specific, huh everyone?" the interviewer turns to the fans, earning nods and 'yeahs'.

the red-haired can only shrug in response, wanting to tease her fans.

"she's definitely dating someone." a fan mumbles to herself, suddenly wanting to play sherlock holmes as she whips out her cell phone to tweet about 'finding huh yunjin's secret gf'.

the interviewer continues to pick on a few fans to ask the rest of the others questions throughout the night. clueless on what is going to happen in a span of the young night, which involves huh yunjin and her ideal type.

stretching your arms out, you take your headphones off to take a quick 15 minutes break from the paper you're working on. reaching for your phone, you immediately smile at the notification on your lock screen.

"ew. i did not want to walk into the living room to see my roommate smiling over a text from my greasy bandmate." chaewon gags, covering her mouth dramatically as she picks up her car keys off of the coffee table.

rolling your eyes, you look up from your phone, noticing her keys in her hands. "going somewhere tonight?"

"i scored a date with some hot girl." the blonde sticks her tongue out, indicating that she knows she's awesome and to compliment her.

"you're so awesome, kim chaewon." sarcastically complimenting her with a blank expression.

chaewon scoffs, placing her hand on her chest. "shut up."

"make sure you're using protection."

"will do~" chaewon leaves the dorm apartment, shutting the door behind her to make sure nothing happens to her sweet roommate.

you let out a laugh at the antics between chaewon and you. leaning back down on the soft comfy couch, a satisfied stretching noise comes out of your mouth at the sudden cushion. oh, how nice it is to be chaewon and not have piles of homework and projects piling.

perks of being an architect major, you suppose.

waking yourself up with a self-inflicted smack to your cheek, you abruptly sit up to grab your headphones. however, a knock on the door startles you.

"chaewon must've forgotten something." you mumble to yourself, seeing your headphones on the place besides you before getting up to open the door for your roommate.

unlocking the door, you turn the door open and what a pleasant surprise.

"HELLOOO MY DARLING!" yunjin excitedly sings with a cheery smile on her lips.

before you're able to react and respond, the taller is attacking you with a hug as she starts peppering cute kisses all around your face.

"what are you doing here? i thought you had a lab?"

the red-haired gives you your space as she walks into the dorm. "it ended up getting postponed to next week so i decided to pay my little celebrity a visit."

what is this crazy lady talking about??

"huh? what do you mean?" shutting the door close before you trail slowly behind your girlfriend.

yunjin lets out a proud smile, showing you her phone's screen.

displayed on the screen was a 'X' tweet in search of huh yunjin's beloved lady. under that tweet were filled with replies, retweets and quotes agreeing on searching for the supposed angelic ideal type.

"what the hell?" you squint to get a better look at the other's phone.

yunjin nods, shutting her phone off and throwing it on the couch. "wanna go out on a date today?"

"i have to work on my paper."

"BOOO, please let's go out." yunjin begs, her eyes looking up at you with the look that you could never say no to. "and you look so pretty today, baby."

shaking your head as you shut your eyes close. "no. no. no. i am not falling for it this time."

a strong force grabs you from where you're standing, pushing you into a specific female's lap.

"fall for what?" yunjin whispers gently, her tone sending chills down your spine as she reaches over to grab the side of your face to kiss your jawline.

"don't act cute with me." you pout, not wanting to fall for her and her little plans. "i have to really write this paper, i'm sorry jen."

the red-haired nods, giving you one last peck on the cheek. "i understand. i'll be a good girlfriend and sit quietly next to you while waiting patiently."

SCREW YUNJIN AND HER CUTE ACT RIGHT NOW!

"fine."

"yay!" :>

long story short, the date ended up blowing the internet like wildfire. with fans of huh yunjin congratulating her while a few were nitpicking and were jealous. many others were jealous of yunjin for having a pretty lady breathing in her direction.

"we are never going out again." yunjin pouts upon entering your apartment.

you don't know what else to say before throwing your head back in laughter at the way your girlfriend is acting.

"why not? you don't want to show me off?"

the red-haired girl can only throw her head back in agony at the thought of everyone wanting to steal you from her. "you're literally the epitome of where one says their ideal type is pure."

"and i think that's half of the men and women who eyed you down in front of me." yunjin can already feel her hair coming off, if there was another reason to dye her hair blonde again, she would in hopes of it coming all off. "i was next to you, holding your hand and they STILL eyed you like you were SINGLE."

taking off your docs, you can only shake your head at how the older is acting. "well, for one, at the end of the day..i'm only yours. second, even if they look, you just need to know that you're the only one i ever only look at."

"i knowww but UGHH-"

grabbing the taller's face into your hand, you tip-toe up to reach her lips to which you peck multiple times.

yunjin still is pouting but nonetheless, she lets out a very smitten smile. cooing at how pretty you are, while she too kisses your moles on your face.

"i guess i am pretty lucky to have this beautiful lady in my arms, huh?"

nodding at her words, you kiss the older's neck. "wanna help me with my paper?"

"if you let me hit it raw."

"what?"

"huh?"

june 15, 2024; publishing date

[once-upon-a-thigh]

The Widow's pet

Summary: Y/n is kidnapped by a gang of mobsters, although it is not quite the nightmare you would expect. AU. 18+.

Pairings: Mobster! Natasha Romanoff X Fem! Submissive! Reader Insinuation of other Mobster! female marvel characters X Reader.

Class: One-shot? Series? TBD; dark, angst, smut, teeny weeny bit of fluff.

Warnings: VERY DARK, dub-con, pet play, mommy kink, gun play, knife play, mentions of branding, breath play, pain, fingering (r receiving), strap-on sex (r receiving), oral sex with strap-on (r giving), degradation, alcohol, swearing, mention of drugs.

Words: 4.3k

I sighed, swiping the sweat coating my forehead with the back of my hand as I wiped down the bar. My night bartending at Stark's was about halfway through and as busy as ever. The crowd bustled and and laughed noisily, drowning their sorrows in overpriced vodka and rum. I was just about to approach a customer who had been flagging me down at the end of the bar, when the crowd had suddenly became startlingly quiet.

Glancing up, curious of the disruption, I almost dropped the rag I was holding in my hands at the sight of who had just walked in.

Natasha Romanoff sauntered in to the vicinity, followed by her gang of Widows, sporting similar black and leather attire. She looked around lazily, eyeing a few customers that have given her trouble in the past. At their presence, the customer I was about to serve hastily left the premises as well as multiple others. The group took the place at a large table that had been abandoned. I don't blame the people for leaving, everyone in the city knows what the gang get up to. The Widows own an infamous drug cartel and have control over basically the entire city, cops included. They didn't bother to hide the weapons lining their hips as they shred off their jackets, hanging the leather on the back of their chairs.

Those who were brave enough to stay kept their heads ducked, merely exchanging nervous glances with each other as they sipped from their glasses. In order to break the tension a little, I turned up the background music slightly at the wall. Luckily, this encouraged a few patrons to start up quiet conversations.

Gulping down the anxious gasps of breath rising in my throat, I approached their table with wobbly legs. Their whispered conversation halted as I leant over the table to pick up the half-drunk glasses the previous patrons left behind. I tried my best to focus on the task at hand, however it was difficult when I could practically feel the burning of their gazes all over my body. Boldly, I glanced up at the terrifying redhead in front of me, just fast enough to notice her eyes flicker from the cleavage displayed with my top two buttons being undone. Well I've got to get good tips somehow.

They switched to my eyes, and my mouth went dry as I peered into the forest green. There was something dark behind them, evil, almost. I wanted to kick myself when the first thought that came to my mind wasn't how awful this woman is, but how undeniably sexy I found her.

After grabbing hold of the glass in front of her, I turned to leave. However, I was forced to freeze in place when a hand caught my lingering arm in a tight grip. My body instantly went cold, running from the icy temperature of her rings. Turning around slowly, I nervously faced Natasha again.

"Bring me a double bourbon, rum and cokes for Kate and Yelena, vodka and cranberries for Carol and Maria, and a large red wine for Wanda would you sweetheart?" She spat out her order without a pause, as if testing me. I repeated the order in my head over and over again, who knows what the punishment would be if I fucked up.

I simply nodded before turning to leave, although her grip didn't lessen.

"Look at me." I did.

"Use your words, kitten." Oh, fuck.

"Yes ma'am." I said, careful as to not let my voice waiver.

After my response, she gave me a sinister smirk before finally letting go of my wrist.

When making the drinks with more precision than I ever have before, I still felt her grip on my wrist. The feeling spread white hot heat through me now that I have escaped, replacing the coldness. When I brought the drinks back over, I took the time to memorise who was who. However, despite all of them staring at me with only what could be described as hunger, none of them stuck out more than their leader.

"How about you sit with us, sweetheart?" The redhead asked. Although her tone made it sound more like a demand.

"Um, I- I can't, I'm the only bartender tonight." I stuttered. For some reason, saying no to her did not feel natural to me at all.

Her smirk dropped, her expression turning to steel. "Get your boss."

"What-"

"I said-" She leant forward, "Get. Your. Boss."

I scurried away to the office behind the bar, knocking furiously.

"Alright! Alright, come in!" At the sound of Tony's voice, I let out a sigh of relief. Bursting through the door I instantly let out a whiny rant of everything that just went down, however through my desperate gasps in an attempt to stop tears from rising to my eyes, the only legible words said are "Widows....bar....Romanoff....me.....you!"

Standing up from his chair, Tony settled me with his palms on my shoulders. "Woah, kid. Breathe. In and out come on." I breathed in and out slowly, following his instructions with gaping eyes looking into his concerned ones. Once my breathing became some what regular, he calmly asked me what was wrong.

Taking one last deep breath, I explained. "The Widows are in the bar, Natasha Romanoff asked me to sit with them but I said I couldn't because I was working and now she wants to speak to you."

With a groan, he ran his hands down his face. "Fuck kid, what have you gotten me into?"

"Well it's not my fault!" I cried.

"Okay, okay chill. Lets go see what they want."

When we walked back out, I hung back behind the bar and observed as Tony approached the intimidating woman. Despite talking directly to him, she kept her threatening gaze locked with my nervous one. I couldn't here what she was saying to him, however by judging by the way all the colour drained from Tony's face, I can assume it wasn't good.

After an extremely short conversation, Tony came back to the bar. Without even looking at me, he picked up an already clean glass and began to wipe the inside of it with a rag. "Go sit with them, I'll take over."

"What? Tony-"

"Please Y/n!" He gritted through his teeth. Tony was not easily bossed around, and so I can only guess what he was threatened with for him to become such a wimp.

Shaking my hands in an attempt to release the building tension rising in me at the thought of what is about to happen, I slowly make my way towards the table. I kept my head down, embarrassed of the sympathetic looks I am getting from other customers as well as the devious grins Natasha's loyal followers are shooting my way.

I take hold of the back of the only spare chair at the table, the one between who I have discovered to be Yelena and Carol. Before I can pull it back from the table, her sultry voice interrupts me.

"Not there dorogoy."

Looking up at her confused, the question rising from my throat turns into a pathetic whimper when I see she has already pulled back from the table, tapping her thigh. I hear Carol let out a chuckle, most likely in relation to the sound that escaped my lips.

Heat rises to my cheeks, but I make my way to her anyway, shame dripping with every step. When I get close, she gives me no time to take a seat at my own pace and instead wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me down so I am flush against her, braced on one of her thighs with my legs between her own. In this position, my cheek is leaning in to the side of her neck. My senses have gone haywire, all I am aware of is her hand on my waist, the other gripping my bare thigh, the smell of her jasmine perfume, the sound of her taking a whiff of my hair and the moan that follows. Despite this being an incredibly dangerous situation, I strangely find comfort in this position.

"Well isn't that just adorable?" Coos a raspy voice from the table, Wanda I believe.

Natasha looks down at me condescendingly. "That's a good pet. Now how about you stay a good girl for mommy and keep quiet whilst the adults talk, hm?"

I am an adult you cheeky fuck. Wait, mommy?

The name she has given herself only increases the heat in my cheeks, as well as the heat somewhere else. With building shyness, I only manage to nod. However, when she shoots me a startling look, I remember the order she made earlier.

"Yes mommy." The name falls so easily from my lips I barely caught what I said. Where the fuck did that come from?

Seemingly impressed with my response, she grinned and removed her hand from my thigh momentarily to pinch my already red cheek.

For the next hour, I sit there quietly with my cheek flushed against her warm neck. Despite the women conversing over plans to expand their drug dealing territory to the next town over, I have never felt more comfortable. In my relaxed state, I struggle to keep my eyes open. Feeling the fluttering of my lashes against her skin, Natasha pauses her speech to glance down at me and tutted.

"Looks like babygirl is tired ladies. Go home darling, I'll come get you later."

I didn't register that last bit, instead I grumpily pried myself from her arms, walking off to the back whilst rubbing my eyes tiredly. As I stood from her lap, I felt the hand that was previously around my waist graze down my back and gently push my ass forward.

After gathering my stuff and beginning my walk home, the daze I had been under gradually disappeared. What the fuck just happened? Why was I so comfortable in that criminals lap, and why do I want to be there again?

Eventually I arrived home. I took the time to have a steaming hot shower and attempted to scrub off the guilt of enjoying her touch. After changing into some baby pink short pyjamas, I climbed into bed with my hair still wet and fell asleep peacefully with the knowledge that the Widows will most likely move onto another bar soon, and I will never have to look into those dark forest eyes again.

---------------------------------------------------

I awoke from my slumber with an ache at the base of my neck, slumped forward at an uncomfortable angle. Looking around in the pitch black, I realised the glow of my bedside clock is missing. I went to reach over to feel for it, only to find I was restricted. My first reaction was to panic, squirming around in an attempt to free my wrists that were bound to something behind me. I felt wood and rope rub against my legs too, leading me to the conclusion that I was tied down to a wooden chair. Releasing panicking gasps, I felt my warm breath hit back into my face. I had a bag over my head. The air became hot and I found myself struggling to breathe, crying as I shook my seat with powerful thrusts of my shoulders.

"Sh, shh, doragoy. Relax." That recognisable voice whispered against where my ear should be from outside burlap sack, she reached her hand around my neck, grasping at the front of my throat and tipping my head back onto her shoulder.

"N-Natasha?" I whimpered, salty tears dripping over my lips.

"That's not my name pet." She tightened her grip.

Wheezing, I managed to let a plea escape my mouth. "Mommy, please..."

Standing back up with a sly chuckle, she released my neck. "I knew you were special." I felt her fingertips brush through my hair as her voice moved around me, giving away her movements.

She circled around in front of me, I felt short manicured nails scratch up my revealing thighs, gently pushing the flimsy material of my shorts up to my hips and most likely revealing the lack of panties I am wearing underneath. The sound of a quiet groan reaches my ears, she is crouched in front of me now.

"What do you want?" I cry, shivers raking down my spine at the feeling of her kneeling between my legs.

"Enough whining little one." She presses an open mouth kiss to my knee, her teeth grazing me harshly. "I just want to play. Don't you want mommy to play with you?"

I whimper as flashes of fantasies roll through my mind, sinful ideas of what play time would entail with such a monster. Despite the utter disgust I feel of myself, I cannot help the gush of arousal that begins to pool out of me. I grit my teeth in frustration when I am unable to close my legs in an attempt to hide my pleasure. "No."

In an immediate response to my rejection, though I am not sure I believe it myself, the sack is immediately ripped off of my head. I clench my eyes shut, doing my best to shield my eyes from the sharp light hanging above my head. She gripped my cheeks harshly, leaning forward to the point where I could feel her furious pants against my lips. Slowly opening my eyes to adjust to the light, I am met with those intimidating eyes again.

"No? I don't think you have much of a choice kitten. After all, you are mine now." She takes hold of my plump bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it back as I let out a squeal. She lets it go with a pop, smirking at the tears that continue to roll down my cheeks. "What do you think girls, should we keep her?"

It is only then I notice the group of women I had previously encountered standing behind her, some leaning against the concrete wall, others leaning forward with their hands on their knees in fascination.

"Oh please Natasha! I've always wanted a pet." Yelena pleads, her eyes swirling with lust and raking over my body.

Natasha tutted, turning her attention back to me and running her hands down my arms, ignoring the goose bumps that followed her touch. "She wouldn't be yours sestra. She's mine. But if she is being a naughty girl, I suppose I could let you have your fun." She grinned at me devilishly. I began to sob at the thought of being passed around these women like an object. Sobs of terror, not delight, right?

"Shh baby, no more crying." Natasha stood back up and leant over me, cupping my cheeks. "Aren't you just the prettiest girl ever?"

I flushed at the compliment, the heat growing when she leant down and began to seductively lick the tear stains from my cheeks. This time, I couldn't keep a quiet moan from escaping my throat. When she pulls away, she makes her way around the back of my chair, hands bracing on my shoulders.

"Now, here is what is going to happen. I'm going to untie you, and then you're going to take everything I give you like a good slut. If I decide you've been a good girl, then you can stay here with me. If not, well, lets just say the only way you will be leaving is in a a body bag. Understood?"

My mind froze at the threat. Is she suggesting what I think she is suggesting? Either I stay in this place and let this woman do whatever she wants with me, or I die. Simple as that. Disgustingly, I grow hot at the thought, waves of lust rushing through me from head to toe. An itch begins to fester under my skin that that I feel only she can sooth. I want this woman to ruin me. And so, with a bite of my lip, I nod my head. "Yes mommy."

I hear the others coo and murmur about how good I was, but I keep my head down, too embarrassed for them to see me so submissive.

"Leave." Natasha barks from behind me. I jump slightly in my chair, startled at her tone, but instantly relax when she sooths me with a pat on the head. I glance up to see the women straighten their backs and quiet instantly, before leaving the room and closing the steel door behind them with a creek.

My breath shakes as I hear the faint sound of metal sheathing, flinching slightly when soon after a cold surface is pressed against my shoulder.

"Such pretty, smooth skin." She whispers in my ear, trailing the knife down my arm slowly towards my bound wrists. "Can't wait to mark it baby. When you're all mine, I'm going to brand my initials into those beautiful thighs of yours." My breathing quickens. With a quick slash at the rope around my wrists, I let out a yelp at the release of tension.

I keep my wrists in place behind me, unsure if she wants me to move them. But she lifts them gently, placing a delicate kiss to each sore wrist before settling them in my lap.

She crouches in front of me next, making quick work at the ropes around my ankles. I can tell by her feral movements that she is getting desperate. Desperate, for me. The thought has me soaking my shorts, dripping onto the polished wood of the chair.

Throwing the knife to the side, I watch as she stands and makes her way to the door to lock it. She pauses for a moment, before turning back to me and leaning back against the metal.

"Come here." She demands, eyeing me suggestively.

I stand slowly, my knees feeling like they will buckle at any moment. Before I can even take a step forward, she hisses and lifts her hand in a 'stop' motion.

"Crawl."

I gulp at the instruction. But, not wanting to disappoint her, I sink down to the floor. I approach her on my hands and knees, the rough surface digging in to my palms and knees uncomfortably. When I reach her feet, I sit up and look at her with wide eyes expectantly, awaiting her next instruction.

She looks down at me, her eyes blown out and looking practically black. Her expression is dark and wanting. "Such a good kitten." She praises, gathering my hair into a ponytail and holding the bunch in one fist. With the other hand, she frantically begins to unbuckle her belt. I am shocked to see her pull out a large black strap from her briefs. "Suck."

Inching forward, I take the head of the faux cock between my lips and suck, swirling my tongue around the tip. She groaned at the sight, throwing her head back in delight before looking down at me again. I felt a pressure pushing at the back of me head, getting the message, I began to sink my head further down the cock, taking in as much as I could before I began to gag about halfway down. She didn't seem to like that though. With a forceful push at the back of my head and an aggressive buck of her hips, she forced the cock down my throat until my nose was smushed against her trouser buttons.

"That's right, take all of me." She moans, pulling at my ponytail until I am fully off her. I take a gasping breath, drool hanging out the corner of my lips. I didn't have much time to rest, before she was shoving the strap back in. She took hold of my head with both hands this time, and took initiative herself, thrusting the cock in and out of my throat at a brutal pace. She grinned down at me between pants of pleasure, enjoying the sound of my wet chokes and gags. She held me down at the base for a moment, tears began to fill my eyes as I struggled to take a breath. She rubbed her pelvis into me, blocking my attempt at breathing through my nose,. She ignored the slaps I gave her thighs in an attempt at pleading with her to let me go. Just as my chest began to ache at the loss of oxygen, she pushed me off of her.

I fell onto my back, mouth gaping as I attempted to catch my breath. In my breathless state, I hardly felt her as she began to strip me of the little clothing I had. Kneeling between my legs, she looked down at me lustfully as she groped every part of me she could, taking special interest in pinching the stiff peaks of my nipples. "Such a pretty girl."

Once I had caught my breath, she finally leant down and captured my lips with hers, kissing me with as much passion and aggression as she had displayed with the strap. Her tongue intruded, exploring every curve and crevice. Her hand trailed down my stomach, and she let out a deep moan into my mouth when she cupped my sopping sex.

"So wet for me baby, you want mommy to fill up your needy pussy don't you?" She stopped kissing me to taunt me, pouting condescendingly.

"Yes!" I squealed as she pushed two fingers into me in response, curling them to hit spots no one else has ever reached. My eyes began to roll to the back of my head as the pit in my stomach began to deepen, filling with lustful tension that desperately needed to be released. Before I could reach my high however, she pulled out and lay a harsh lap over my swollen clit.

Lifting her wet hand from between us, she pushed her fingers between my lips. I instantly took hold of her wrist, and sucked on her fingers coated in my juices, letting out a whimper as I tasted myself.

"Oh honey, you want something to suck on don't you?" I nodded pathetically. "You miss having my cock in your slutty mouth? Well I want to use it in another one of your fuck holes. So how about you take my glock instead?"

Before I could register what she meant, her fingers were replaced with cold metal clashing against my teeth. The metallic taste practically melted against my tongue. It was only when I saw her sinister grin I had noticed what it was. A gun. She is holding a loaded gun in my mouth.

Before I get the chance to push her away, I scream around the pistol as an even bigger intrusion makes its way into my cunt.

"Oh fuck baby you're so tight." She looks down at the action between us. "I can hardly fit." She groans.

She kisses my cheeks, smiling against my skin as tears begin to slip again. "Don't worry kitten, I'll make it fit."

Abruptly, she removes the gun from my mouth as well as the strap from my pussy, and turns me over onto my stomach. Lifting my hips with both hands, she pushes the cock all the way into me until I can feel the zipper of her trousers leaving indents on my ass. "Shit, you're so sexy."

I flop forward, another scream breaching my throat as she pulls back and lurches forward into me, again, and again. She pounds my back out to the point where my cheek is pressed against the cold concrete, grazing as I am shoved violently forwards with every rut. Pathetic whines and moans leave my lips, pitching at every point her clothed thighs meet my bare ones. I am totally exposed and at her will, and I fucking love it.

Looking over my shoulder, I admire as she clenches her jaw, sweat coating her face and neck. A vain on her forehead bulges as she snaps her hips, letting out vicious grunts with every thrust. Meeting my eyes, she smirks deliciously.

"Who does this pussy does this belong to my pet?" She pants, slapping my ass with an open palm.

"Yours mommy! It's your- oh fuck!- its your pussy!" I cry, struggling to keep my head up as I begin to reach my high for the second time.

"That's right." She mutters. "All mine."

Her pace quickens and her deep thrusts turn shallow. She leans over me, pressing her abdomen flush against my sweating back. I realise now at the feeling of her breasts pressing against me, that she had stripped off her shirt, as well as pulled down her trousers to her knees. She takes hold of my chin with one hand, turning me to face her so she can crash her lips against mine again. The kiss is sloppy as she grinds desperately against me, trying to reach her high at the same time I do.

"Cum when I tell you to." She demands. I whine, I don't know if I can hold my climax in much longer.

Her grunts turn into long, deep moans. Our kissing has halted. Instead, our lips stay pressed against each other, gaped open as we moaned into each others' mouths.

"Cum now, cum with me."

I screamed her name as I released the long awaited orgasm. The mix of our cum dripped down my pussy, covering my thighs and pooling on the concrete. Her hip movements slowed, now just slightly grinding into me, elongating the euphoria for the both of us.

She stayed lying on top of me, making no effort to remove the cock plugging my pussy.

"My perfect little cum dump." She whispered between kisses she was trailing up and down my neck. "I will definitely be keeping you."

The exhilaration of our time together overpowered the fleeting thoughts of the life I would be leaving behind, and at her words, I smiled.

[draguta]

.stuck in the middle with you.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you and eddie had been best friends for years, despite being from two completely different worlds. you were the good girl cheerleader, with popular friends and a rich family, he was the town 'freak'. yet, for some reason, you couldn't help feeling a little something for him, and although you didn't know it, he felt the same way.

word count: 2847 words

inspiration: stuck in the middle with you by stealers wheel

warnings: mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, implied masturbation

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It was bright inside the house, much too bright for a party in Eddie’s opinion. All the damn lights seemed to be on throughout the house, meaning that he could see the dirty looks that people kept giving him as he slumped in the corner, beer in hand, his face sour and firm. Why was he here? Even Eddie didn’t know the answer to that question. He wasn’t one for parties like this, hosted by the basketball team, all Madonna and watered-down vodka and orange. He preferred his parties, proper parties, with real music, real drinks, and the lights turned down low.

Of course, when you had rushed over to him in the parking lot before school that morning and practically begged him to escort you to the party, he had to say yes. He thought, perhaps, that the party might offer him the chance to sell a bit and make some extra cash on the side, at least that’s the reason he had told you for his immediate positive response to your question. But the truth was he could never say no to you. He would do anything that you asked of him, even if it meant sitting in the middle of this damn party alone as he waited for you to return with some stronger drinks, a headache beginning to form in his temple from the intruding glares of the lights as the happy pop music bopped in the background.

There was one positive thing to come from the light, however, and that was that he could see you. You had emerged from the kitchen now, two red cups in hand, and had been pulled to the dance floor by one of the cheerleaders to dance. He watched you, eyes trained on your form, as you began to sway your hips in time to whatever Blondie song was blasting through the speakers, your eyes closed, one plastic up clad hand raised to the ceiling, that smile that he loved so much plastered across your face. It was that smile that came to him in his dreams, that he thought about every minute of everyday; as he was making his morning coffee, as he was sitting in class not paying attention to the work on the board, as he took to the stage with his band at The Hideout. That was what played on his mind at all times, and that was why he could never say no. Not to you.

But he knew, deep down, that no matter what he felt it could never be spoken about. Those words were words that he would never utter aloud. If he did, not only would he risk losing you, but he would also risk hurting you - risk taking that smile away from you - and that was something that he would never willingly do. So there he sat, at all times, the ‘freak’ in love with the cheerleader, his best friend. His fellow ‘freaks’ sat on one side of the spectrum, and your perfect jocks and cheerleaders sat on the other. And he was there, right in the middle, with you by his side, neither one willing to slide closer to the other’s group, but neither one willing to let go.

He watched you as the song came to an end and you smiled silently at your friends, turning to make your way through the crowd back to him. It brought him a pleasure of some kind that you were keen to leave your friends on the dancefloor and instead sit with him at the very edge of the party. If he could never truly have you, at least he had your friendship, even if others looked down on it.

“One whiskey neat,” you said with a beaming smile as you approached him, handing him one of the cups. “And one rum and coke for me.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, watching as you took a sip of the dark liquid in your cup. He’d never seen you drink spirits before, thinking back to the evenings that you would spend at his trailer watching movies and sipping delicately on a white wine spritzer that he had bought specially for you.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Munson?” Your voice brought him back to the present and he simply let out a slight chuckle, taking a sip of his own drink, his mouth curled up into a smirk.

“I’ve just never seen you drink like this, sweetheart,” he replied. “You better watch out otherwise people will start to think that I’m a bad influence.”

He threw you a cheeky wink, one that you knew meant nothing really, but it didn’t stop the blush from creeping up your cheeks at the sight of it. One Eddie Munson, winking at you. You wanted him, really wanted him. But he had never shown any interest in you further than platonic friendship. Still, it didn’t stop you from hoping that someday that could change. Didn’t stop you from doodling little drawings of him in the corners of your school books. Didn’t stop you from thinking about him at night as you slid your hand between your legs.

If you were being completely honest, you hadn’t wanted to go to Chad’s stupid party. It wasn’t your scene, even if being a part of the cheerleading squad made everyone assume that it was. You supposed that’s why you had invited Eddie along, in the hopes that he would get bored and ask to leave and you could use that as an excuse to escape, preferably heading back to his trailer to curl up on the sofa and watch a movie.

“Maybe you are a bad influence,” you giggled, taking another sip of your drink and moving to sit on the arm of the chair that he was slumped in. “Before you I never drank, never smoked, never listened to Black Sabbath. Perhaps the rumors are true.”

Eddie slammed a hand against his chest, feigning insult as he turned to you with a fake expression of shock on his face. You laughed louder, and Eddie couldn’t help but beam knowing that the smile on your face now was all because of him.

“In my defense,” he said proudly, holding his hands up. “You chose to do all of those things. I didn’t force you to do anything.”

“It’s kinda hard not to do those things around you,” you laughed again, and it sounded like sweet music to Eddie’s ears. “You’re always doing irresponsible shit - how could I not join in?”

He laughed again but paused mid-chuckle, his eyes landing on you as something suddenly occurred to him. You watched as the smile fell from his face, his eyes searching yours almost questioningly. “Wait,” he said, his voice laced with uncertainty. “You don’t actually think you have to do those things just because I do, right? Because you definitely don’t need to do that. I mean, you can do that kinda shit if you want to bu-”

You leaned forward with a gentle smile, placing a finger on his lips. He was rambling again, something that you had noticed over the years was a continuing habit for him, especially when he had been drinking or smoking, or when he was overthinking. It was endearing, you had always thought, to see him struggling to get his words out, concerned that you weren’t fully understanding what he was saying. Endearing, yes. That was exactly how you would describe it.

Whilst you didn’t realize it, Eddie’s entire frame froze as you pressed your finger to his lips. It was something that you had never done before, and whilst he had been in close proximity to you in the past, laying side by side in his bed whilst he forced you to listen to the latest Iron Maiden record, or hunched over your desk as you desperately tried (and failed) to help him increase his grades so that you could graduate together, it had never been like this before. This close. This intimate. His heart began to pound in his chest, and he was certain he could feel the sweat begin to pool in his palms, clammy and sticky.

“Eddie, you know I don’t do that stuff just because you do,” you interjected sweetly, looking over as the dark orbs of his eyes remained trained to yours. “I do it because I like it, and you showed that stuff to me. Taught me how to do it. You showed me how fun it was to be different. For that I owe you.”

Before he knew what he was doing his hand was raising into the air, as if it had a mind of its own, reaching forward towards your face. It felt as if the world around you had slowed down, the bodies clashing together on the dance floor now invisible to your eyes, the pounding music muffled and quiet. There was only the two of you now, so close, so in love, even if neither of you had the guts to admit it.

“You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart,” he said quietly, his voice rough as he attempted to keep it low. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand found its way to your cheek, and you prepared yourself to lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed, a content smile appearing on your glossed lips. But almost as quickly as the touch came, it left again, and your eyes snapped open to find Eddie recoiling his hand away, leaning away from your own touch, blinking erratically as if he had just committed the worst of crimes. He stumbled upwards to his feet, discarding the drink that you had lovingly prepared for him on the armrest of the chair, running a hand awkwardly through his dark locks. He turned and looked at you again, and you swore you could see something etched into those brown eyes; guilt. “I-I’m sorry. Look, I-I have to go. I’ll see you later, OK?”

And just like that he had vanished into the crowd of jocks and cheerleaders on the dancefloor, leaving you sat on the arm of the chair alone and perplexed. You couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that he had left you there so abruptly. No, you would let him. Not when you had been so close - so fucking close - to getting what you had wanted for years. You had felt it, the connection, the spark, one that pushed the pair of you beyond the realms of mere friendship. He had felt it too, you were certain. Is that why he had run?

You stood up sharply, a wave of determination washing over you as you pushed your way through the hordes of people to the door, certain that you would find him outside. You were right, your eyes scanning across the garden until they finally landed on Eddie rushing to his van, rubbing a hand down his face, the other shoved into his pocket as he curled his shoulders up towards him.

“Eddie!” You shouted, exiting the house and racing down the path after him. “Eddie!”

You knew that he had heard you, able to tell from the slight twist of his head in your direction at the sound of his name, even if he didn’t turn to look at you properly, or stopped walking. You walked faster, falling into a jog, finally reaching him just as he slid the key into the door of his van.

“Eddie, stop. Please.” He sighed, finally turning around to look at you. There it was again, that guilt, hidden slightly before, now in plain sight, written across his face as if it were one of his tattoos. “Dude, what was that? Why did you run like that?”

He blinked slowly in thought, as if trying to conjure up the perfect answer, one that wouldn’t hurt you or your friendship, but would still offer a reasonable explanation. Nothing came to his mind. “I-I guess I just didn’t like the way that you touched me.”

He blurted it out before he even realized what he was saying, and he regretted it just as quickly. You took a step back from him, your eyes squinting slightly in pain, eyebrows furrowed, fists clenching at your sides. He knew that he shouldn’t have said it, he knew that he had hurt you, but he hadn’t thought, simply panicked.

“No, Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that,” he scrambled quickly, taking a step towards you, hand outstretched. But you moved away again, and he could almost feel his heart sink to the pit of his stomach.

“You don’t like it when I touch you?” You cried angrily. He could see the tears beginning to pool in your eyes, the hurt evident on your face. It pained him to know that it wasn’t a smile or laughter that he had caused this time, it was suffering. “W-What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The tears began to spill quickly and without much warning, but you continued to berate him, almost as if you couldn’t control the words as they themselves spilt from your lips. “What? You don’t like it when I hug you? Y-You think I’m disgusting or something? Why would you say that to me, Eds?”

“Hey,” he finally interjected, able to at last get a word in between your angry rant, placing his hands on either of your shoulders and pulling you back to look up at him. “That’s not what I meant, OK?”

“Then what did you mean?” You could feel the tears that were tarnishing your make-up as they slithered down your cheeks, could sense the waver in your voice as you spoke, and the wobble of your bottom jaw as you held back the sobs. “Y-You’re supposed to be my best friend.”

He sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, glancing down at his feet for a moment in thought before his brown eyes met yours again. “I-I meant that, when you touched me like that, when you touched my face, my lips, it was too much for me to take,” he began to explain. You opened your mouth to let out another snarky remark in return but he stopped you, continuing before you had the chance. “When you touched me I felt something, something that I’d been trying to ignore, to forget about because it was too risky to even acknowledge.”

Your frame relaxed slightly in his grasp, but your frown remained, searching his face for an answer to the many questions that you had.

“That’s what made me touch you, I-I just wanted to hold you there for just a second,” he continued. “But as soon as I did I realized that I shouldn’t have done it. Because the second that my hand touched your skin I was ready to give you everything that I have. That scared me.”

“What exactly are you trying to tell me, Eds?” You asked slowly, never breaking the intense eye contact that you had with your best friend. Your heart was beating ten times the normal rate, and you felt as if you could barely breathe, praying that the next words out of his mouth would be the ones that you had been hoping to hear for so long. His eyes darted between your own as he took another step forward, his hands dropping to your waist, his body so close to yours now that you could smell his scent - musky, with a hint of spearmint, and a lot of pot. His gaze never left your eyes if only to quickly glance down at your lips, parted slightly as you let out a deep, shaky breath.

“Tell me to stop,” he said so quietly that you almost couldn’t hear him over the music raging from the party inside. “Tell me not to do this. Just say the word and I’ll walk away.”

You stayed silent. You didn’t want him to stop or to walk away. You wanted this more than anything else. He took that as his invite, and within a moment his lips were on yours, a sweet and tender kiss that grew harsher and hungrier with each passing second. Your hands found their way up to his hair, tangling in the long roots, whilst his arms snaked around your waist pulling you flush against his chest. It was perfect, everything that the both of you had imagined. He tasted like cigarettes, something that you had expected, but what you hadn’t expected was the slight hint of cherry flavor coming from his chapstick, one that you were almost certain he had stolen from you at some point in time.

It wasn’t long before you pulled away from each other, forced to draw back by a lack of air. But his hand slid around your shoulder gently; now that he had touched you, he never wanted to let you go again. He turned you in the direction of his van.

“Let me take you home, babygirl.”

“I would like that Eddie.”

[wandawiccan60]

Feral Love: Tommy Conlon X Belinda(Fem OC)- Modern AU

Part 1

TOMMY CONLON MASTERLIST

Summary: In Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, a girl like Belinda wasn’t your typical Philly girl to first think about. It just so happens that she was into the alternative lifestyle and it’s not easy being one around town. While she had a somewhat of a boring life as a bartender and mainly went out with friends and partied too hard. One night however changed her whole world when a shy and really known MMA fighter came into her life. Not knowing that Tommy Conlon would expect a girl like Belinda. Will a goth girl and a fighter collide like the Yin and Yang or just a strange dual for people to judge and see??

A/N: Hey guys welcome back to another post and yes finally the moment has come. It is now time to show some more love for our favorite blue-eyed boy...Tommy Conlon!!! And this is all the original story I am coming up with and yes there will be mentioned in the movie but also everything is from my imagination. I hope you guys enjoy this new story of Tommy. And as always guys. Enjoy!!!

Word Count: 3,317

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Blood, Lit Violence, Lit Fluff(Tommy and Belinda have a moment), Mentions of Bullying, Divorce, Alcohol, and Some Cussing.

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“Hey Belinda, where the hell is my drink? Can I get another round here or what?” Howard called out semi-drunkenly while Belinda was busy attending to another customer at the other end of the bar.

 “Howard, I got you. Just give me a moment, alright?” Belinda said over her shoulder while she was preparing a cocktail drink for another gentleman. 

“Whatever man, just move your ass will ya,” said the drunken man as he raised his glass of whisky in between his lips.

Belinda just rolled her eyes as she then emptied the cocktail shaker into the empty glass cup. As she finished putting a small red cherry on top, she then moved on to Howard on the other end of the bar counter. 

It was another quiet and empty Thursday night in the Old Pittsburg Bar, while the jukebox played in the background was playing its heart out. Belinda didn’t enjoy being here at all, mostly. However, it made her feel some way grateful for having a job, at least even if she had to deal with assholes like Howard. She mostly had an unexciting and cheerful life when she was outside of the bar. 

Pittsburg has been her home ever since her parents got divorced, and it hit her emotionally, mostly. Her mom had a hard time looking for a job around town when they arrived, but she found one. When Belinda was around in middle school, she then got picked on by bullies and being called names. Throughout her teenage years, she became fascinated with the goth subculture, especially the music. And once she went to high school, her love for goth became more blooming than ever before.

She was lucky when she found friends like her while surviving in school. They too felt the same way: outcasts, lonely, shy, and most of all, they just wanted to talk with someone. The other kids in school would say names to them, but once Belinda came along, she would fight back and defend her friends. 

The first time she defended someone was with her first friend, Morticia. Belinda normally walked to her 5th class like any other day, but when she turned a left corner, that’s when she saw her. 

“Hey give that back please,” Morticia said while she was being held back by two other boys while the third was emptying her belongings from her black backpack.

“Or what freak? You’re going to cry that I threw out your stuff? ‘Whaaaaa, whaaaaa, I’m going to cry home to my momma.’ Well, tough luck deadbeat, because I don’t give a damn,” the boy said as he then kicked her bag in the air, landing to the side.

Morticia was then shoved down to the floor, while the boys then laughed some more. While she whimpered, she crouched herself in a fetal position, wanting this to be over soon.

“Hey, you let her go, assholes. Didn’t your mothers ever teach you not to treat a girl like that?” Belinda called, standing in the middle of the hallway.

“You stay out of this weirdo, or you are also going to get it too,” said one boy as he pointed a sharp finger at her.

Belinda just rolled her eyes at this typical cliche comment, and so she walked up to the boy and, in a quick swing, punched him right in the nose. The boy then shrieked out of pain, while the two other boys cussed ‘shit’ together in unison. 

“You fucking bitch, you broke my damn nose,” the boy muffledly said as blood was dripping a bit between his hands.

“What’s with all that screaming?” said a middle age teacher as Belinda then helped Morticia up to her feet.

“She… she broke his nose, Mrs. Carson. We were trying to be friendly, but she just was aggressive,” one boy said, lying about Belinda attacking them first.

“He is a liar, Mrs. Carson. They were kicking and bothering this girl and destroying her things. She is the victim here, not them. I hit him because it was the right thing to teach him a lesson,” Belinda said as she gave a death stare at the three boys.

“Alright enough, I don’t want to hear it. All of you to the front office now, and let’s get you to the nurse’s office too,” Mrs. Carson said as she walked the boy out of the hallway.

Belinda then helped Morticia pick up her school stuff from the floor while she wiped a tear away from the side of her cheek.

“Thank you for helping me back there, but was it necessary to do that to him?” Morticia questioned as she lastly picked up her notebook from the floor.

“It was necessary because nobody like us should get bullied or put down, so that’s why I stood up for you. I just can’t fucking stand it when they treat us like trash and that’s why I punched in the nose,” Belinda said as both girls then made their way to the office.

“It has been going like that for a while. I guess now he won’t bother me now because you came to help me,” Morticia said as she smiled at Belinda.

“By the way, I’m Belinda. What is yours?”

“It’s Morticia, I know it is just like from The Addams Family. It’s very cliche and such an obvious name,” Belinda said sarcastically as she hung her backpack with one strap over her shoulder.

“No, not at all. I think that’s a nice name and oh my god I love The Addams Family and Morticia is a beauty,” Belinda said in an overjoyed tone, making the girl chuckle.

And from that day on, even though her mother got angry at her for doing something so violent. Belinda and Morticia were inseparable friends, and from there they also met and made other friends along the way. One was Freddy, the metal head, Jarlath was the horror and music nerd, and last of all, there was Lethia. Who was a well-known singer in the underground scene, which Belinda was impressed by. She and the rest of the gang would go to her gigs whenever she performs during the weekend. In some aspects, it brings a fair amount of people, but what mattered the most to Belinda was to support Lethia whenever she performed.

As Belinda then filled Howard’s glass cup with the same alcoholic beverage he always consumes, the front door of the bar then opened. As she looked up to see who came in, she didn’t expect such a sight in her eyes.

He was, mostly, very attractive, with big bright blue eyes, tall, and what captured Belinda’s attention was his body structure. His huge bulky arms could only be seen in a fighting ring, while his chest pec could be slightly seen through his long sleeve gray shirt, but his dark green sweater covered the rest over. Belinda never in her life has seen such a man this enormous and muscular that it made her body tense. As he quietly made his way to take a seat on the corner of the bar counter, she then made her way to him. 

“Good evening sir, what can I get you started with tonight?” Belinda said as her body became nervous suddenly.

“Yea hi can I get a beer for just right now thank you,” he said in a rough thick Philly accent while he removed his gray beanie and as he fiddled with a toothpick between his lips.

“You got it,” Belinda replied as she then made her way to get a beer for the new customer. 

As she undid the lid from the beer bottle, she then placed it in front of him, as he mumbled ‘thank you’ in his breath. Before long, though, Belinda found something familiar about him and, to her surprise, she recognized his face quickly. 

“Wait, have I seen you before from somewhere?” Belinda said while he removed the toothpick from his mouth as he took a sip from the bottle. 

“Seems like my face could be anyone that you probably might know or not,” he said as he looked up at Belinda’s eyes as she now saw his face more closely.

“You… you’re Tommy Conlon. You were that famous MMA fighter who fought in that Sparta Tournament right? And I have seen you in high school too. I mean, you might not remember me, but we have met each other before,” Belinda said as she gave a small smile at him. 

Tommy then took a moment at who this woman was and a second later, he remembered who she was as well.

“Yea, I also know who you are, too. We had an English class together. Belinda right?” Tommy said, as he now recalled that time when he went to wrestling practice after school. 

“Yep, that’s me. I know I haven’t changed much, but it’s good to see you, Tommy. And by the way, you look very fit and bigger than I last remembered,” Belinda said in a joking way as a small smile formed on his face.

“Yeah, well, it happens, you know? And I also joined the Marines when I finished high school. I guess you already know what happened if you’ve heard about it in the news,” Tommy said as thought about the events that happened, especially his close friend Manny.

“I heard about it on the TV and I’m sorry to hear that you lost your friend Tommy. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to cope with such a loss,” she said as she gazed into his eyes, as he just nodded his head silently.

“But I promised him I would watch over and take care of his family. That is why I joined the tournament for the money but… I failed him. And his wife and kid, I never felt more shitty and miserable before in my life,” Tommy said as he took another sip from his bottle, feeling a bit of anger inside of him. 

“You did whatever you could to accomplish your promises to Manny, Tommy. I’m sure where ever his soul is resting, I know he is proud of you and appreciates everything you could have done. Don’t let yourself down so much,” Belinda said as she placed her hands on top of the counter, while Tommy quietly nodded his head. 

“Hey Belinda baby, get me another round here again and hurry up,” Howard called again, to which she just closed her eyes while she sighed under her breath. 

“Well, that’s my sign to deal with assholes like him. Let me know if you want something else. Just give me a holler, alright?” she said, not wanting to deal with Howard’s bullshit.

“Hey, Belinda, come on man, get my fucking drink already, will ya?” Howard said in a louder tone, making Tommy look at the drunk.

“Can you give me a second, Howard? I’m coming,” she said, looking over her shoulder, already on the brink of losing her cool.

“Stop talking to that guy and get your ass here already. Damn, you are such a stupid bitch,” the drunk man said, and that made Tommy get off his seat and walk his way over to him.

“Hey calm down yeah and don’t you fucking talk to her like that. And if you can’t shut your damn mouth, then I’ll have to make you shut up myself,” Tommy said, giving the older man a threatening look while he clenched his hands into fists. 

Or what Conlon? Yes, I know who you are going to also knock me out like all those other fighters you hit? Or end up like losing to your brother that you failed to hit back?” Howard said in a slurry speech as Tommy breathed heavily through his nose.

“Tommy, please don’t. it’s alright I got this,” Belinda said as she was now next to him, placing a hand against his strong left shoulder.

“No, Belinda, I’m not letting this dick tell you shit. Just get over there please,” Tommy protested, placing a gentle hand behind her back, making her body tense up by his touch.

“You should listen to what he says, honey, so I suggest you stay out of this and fuck off,” Howard said as he drunkenly waved his hand at Belinda, and Tommy then broke all hell.

Tommy then grabbed Howard by his shoulders and dragged him across the bar counter, along with some bottles and half-filled glass falling over. Belinda jumped back at this in fright while Tommy continued to hit Howard with all of his strength. While other onlookers were watching the messy brawl between the two men, Tommy then lifted Howard up in the air with his hands. And in a flash, he slammed dunk him down on the brown wooden floor. A loud groan escaped from Howard’s mouth. As Tommy now hovered above the drunk man, he then punched the man across the face several times. As the man’s face became progressively bloodier, Belinda then gallantly walked up to Tommy. Before he placed another punch down to the old man’s face, she then strongly grabbed his right forearm with both of her hands. Tommy then looked back into her eyes, and in between everything, his eyes were lost in her dark olive eyes.

“Tommy, that’s enough, please. This has already gotten too far. Just let him go,” Belinda said pleadingly, and without another word, he then let Howard go.

Everyone else in the bar kept staring and in shock at what had just happened. While two other men went over to help Howard up on his feet. Belinda looked back at Tommy as he walked back to his seat and drank his beer down in one quick drag. He placed the bottle down on the counter while he hunched his shoulders as Belinda continued staring at him.

“You should grab your things, and let’s get out of here,” Tommy said as he placed his beanie over his head again.

“But my shift is not over yet, and I have to stay here and clean this me-.” 

“I don’t care. Just grab your bag and let’s get away from here. Come on,” Tommy interrupted her as he straightened himself up from the bar counter.

Belinda looked back at the mess on the floor and up to Howard, who now had a white towel against his nose. As she thought about it for a moment longer, she then came to her conclusion and took Tommy’s words.

“I’ll be out soon. I won’t be long,” she said as Tommy nodded his head in reply.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Minutes later went by, as Tommy was waiting outside patiently for Belinda to come out. As he heard the door open behind him, she then appeared in different attire. As she was now wearing a long black sleeve shirt along with some ripped black jeans and black boots, what caught his eyes was the black lipstick and the eyeliner in her eyes. Her black raven hair was now up to her hips. Tommy found her new look strangely odd, and yet he found her divine and showing her true self. As he was busy being hypnotized by Belinda’s gaze, she then arched an eyebrow at him. Not knowing if she had something in her eye or just acting weird around her.

“Hey, Tommy, you alright there? Should we get going or do you want to stay out here in the cold and freeze to death?” Belinda said in a snarky tone and Tommy then blinked his eyes as he looked down at the floor.

“Sorry, I was thinking of something, but it’s nothing. But umm… you want me to walk you home or want to grab something to eat if you’re hungry?” Tommy said as he placed his hands inside his gray sweatpants pockets, feeling a bit embarrassed for looking like a fool.

“Tommy, there is something up I can’t tell by that look on your face. What’s wrong? You can tell me anything. I’m an easily open book. And if it has to do something about what happened back there, I just want to say thanks for standing up for me. But you shouldn’t have done that to Howa-.” 

“I think you’re more beautiful right now than you did a while back when I first came inside the bar,” Tommy said, trying his best to not make eye contact with her as he felt his body become warm.

Belinda didn’t know how to respond to what Tommy said about her appearance. Never in her life ever thought that Tommy Conlon, who in question was a well-known MMA fighter. Would go to the gym, lift weights for a living, and have a unique type of lifestyle, unlike Belinda. And out of all the things he would say, he finds her attractive and a sight to see. She would welcome this compliment, but she wasn’t unsure if he really means it or just fucking around with her. Before Belinda could say something back to him, she also felt her face and body get fuzzy, which she found disgusting. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what came over me in saying that. Forget that I didn’t say that I just… just found this look you have different, but it’s a good thing. I just never seen another girl like you around these parts, and you’re the first one for me. I think we should just get going, again I’m sor-.”

“Thank you and don’t be sorry Tommy, it’s ok. And I gotta say too… you’re also actually the first man to ever say something positive about me. I’ve had many assholes before in my life that would just shove me around and say a lot of shit to me. It’s something I already got used to almost my whole life, but it’s whatever you know? Again thank you, that’s sweet of you, and talking about food, I’m actually a little hungry. I’m actually down for some hot dogs. What do you think?” Belinda said as she smiled up at Tommy as she placed a piece of her hair behind her right ear.

“I would love to, and I am serious about what I said earlier. You really are stunningly nice looking, and I meant it a lot,” Tommy said, giving a small and yet shy smirk at Belinda, as they both just stared into each other’s eyes. 

Belinda could feel that sense of warmness grow ever so slowly inside her body while her cheeks now became a light red color. Tommy caught this reaction happening as a slight chuckle came out of his mouth.

“So we’re going to stay like this the whole night or just stare at each other for a little longer,” Belinda said as she straightened her mini backpack straps against her hands. 

“No yea, you’re right. We should get going. I know a good hot dog place around here that you might like. It’s close to where we are right now, but ok if we go walking?” Tommy said as they both now walked side by side as he led the way.

“I don’t mind the walking, but we should go already before it gets late,” Belinda said as she placed her hands underneath her elbows, feeling the chilly night breeze against her body. 

Tommy saw her shake like a leaf and, without hesitation, took his sweater off his body and placed it against her shoulders. Both Tommy and Belinda stop walking for a bit as she adjusted his sweater around her body, while she captured a hint of his pleasing shampoo scent. She shyly smiled back at him while he just nodded his head with no words coming out of him. Once she felt comfortable, they then walked once again shoulder to shoulder, feeling their bodies warm once again.

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A:N: Thank you guys as always for reading my stories. Let me know what you guys thought about this new series. I will again be working on my other stories as usual and I promise that I'll get to James as soon as I can. I have also been trying to get back to my digital art but I will still be typing my other chapters to Max, Alfie, Tommy, and as well Tuck. Agia guys please comment and reblog it'll mean a lot for the blog. And again guys thank you and I'll catch up next time. See Ya!!!!

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

Ask: The 27th of April, Part 2

[Warehouse by Gotham Harbor, Gotham City, 1745 H]

Red Hood: *taps his foot impatiently while he checks his watch for the nth time* Come on, come on, come on. Make the drop, you guys. 

Red Hood: *sighs in frustration as he disassembles and reassembles his pistol in 15 seconds flat for the nth time* Let’s get it over with. 

Red Hood: *peeks from behind a stack of crates for the nth time* I don’t have all day. I promised Alfred I’d make it to dinner on time --

Red Hood: *stares at his ringing phone with narrowed eyes*

Red Hood: *picks it up* Roman.

Black Mask [on the phone]: *chuckling* Jason, my dear boy! How’ve you been? You look healthy. Very much alive, even.

Red Hood: *spots the tiny, hidden camera attached to a steel beam above him (How in the world did he miss that?) and cocks both his guns* Where are your men, ugly face?

Black Mask: Don’t you speak to me that way, you little rat! Before I make you a very D-E-A-... Hm. Forget I said that.

Red Hood: What?

Black Mask: The point is you’ve wasted your time waiting for nothing. So get lost!

Red Hood: Don’t lie to me! I’ve been tracking your every move for weeks and this warehouse reeks of your poisonous, criminal stench -- 

Black Mask: *lets out a drawn-out sigh* Listen, just go home, kid. The carnage you were looking forward to today? Newsflash: It ain’t happening!

Red Hood: You don’t tell me what to do, you sick son of a --

Black Mask: I tell you what: You go home tonight -- and I mean home -- I’ll forward you the coordinates of every illegal shipment to and from Janus Cosmetics within a hundred mile radius. You can blow it all up for all I care. Deal?

Red Hood: And if you don’t? If you lie to me?

Black Mask: *growling* You’ll find them anyway, you always do!

Red Hood: Why?

Black Mask: Hm?

Red Hood: Why?

Black Mask: *plays a vinyl record in the background, sounding more relaxed* Because there are better days to dance our tango, Jason... Da-rum, da-rum, da-rum da-ra... 

Red Hood: ... 

Red Hood: Did Batman put you up to this?

Black Mask: *crumpling a piece of paper near the phone speaker* You’re breaking up! *click*

>>> *** <<<

[Safe house, undisclosed location, 1815 H]

Red Hood: *fumbling as he enters the wrong passcode to the steel door for the third time in a row* Crap! Crap! Crap! I’m gonna be late!

Lock: Password incorrect. Initializing Code Red Protocol in three, two, o--

Red Hood: Override the stupid passcode! Activate voice recognition!

Lock: Activating voice recognition --

Red Hood: The Handsome Robin! The Handsome Robin!

Lock: Welcome, Jason Todd. Opening door n--

Red Hood: Hello, Safe House! *squeezes himself in the still-narrow space, then trips over his weapons, armor, and garments as he hurriedly strips himself of them en route to the bathroom*

Red Hood: *abruptly stops in his tracks* What the fuuhhh...

Red Hood: *watches as bubbly, green fluid oozes out of his bathtub* 

Red Hood: *picks up the rolled piece of parchment beside his Batshampoo, unties the ribbon around it, and spreads it open*

Note: “In case you needed more. [signed] The Demon’s Head”

>>> *** <<<

[Crime Alley, 1903 H]

Red Hood: *groans as he realizes that his motorcycle just ran out of fuel* Seriously? 

Harley Quinn: *rollerblading into view* Hey, Baby J! Need a lift? *holds up an extra pair of roller blades*

Red Hood: Yeahhhh no.

Harley Quinn: Come on! It’ll be fun! And I promise I won’t bite cha. *winks*

Red Hood: Oh, what the heck. *grabs the roller blades* So you really just carry around an extra pair of blades, huh? *proceeds to put his on*

Harley Quinn: Nope! But I’ve had this with me for a while now. *takes out a tiny package from the pocket of her shorts and hands it to Jason*

Red Hood: *examines it* Hm.

Harley Quinn: It ain’t poisoned or nothin’! Pinky swear! *holds out her pinky*

Red Hood: *frowning* What is it?

Harley Quinn: *claps her hands excitedly* Open it! Open it!

Red Hood: *gingerly unfolds the bubble gum wrapper and holds up its minuscule content* ... A tiny crowbar?

Harley Quinn: Yes! You can open envelopes with it! Stir coffee with it! Hit tiny Mistah J’s on the noggin’ with it --

Red Hood: *chuckles and puts the gift in his jacket pocket* Okay, okay, I get it. Thanks, I guess.

Harley Quinn: *holds her hand out to Jason* Come on! You’re gonna be late! Alfie ain’t gonna be happy!

Red Hood: ...

Red Hood: Did Batman put you up to this?

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ 

And Jason’s confusion continues, @wingedskyes​ .

See: Part 1, Part 3

[seijuurouxryuu]

Of Death, Of Time

Title: Of Death, Of Time Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr]) Rating: T Pairing: Death/Tsuna; Reborn/Fon Event: @khrrarepairweek Prompts: Necromancer AU | Unknowingly Flirting Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warning

Day 5: Rain Day

Tsuna was a witch—a necromancer in his first mortal life. He didn’t know how he became one, but one day he became aware that he was one. One who steals from Death, one who forces the souls it reaps to work for him. And that was all he does.

Every life he went through, every reincarnation—he called upon the dead souls, and called upon Death. He was the unrest of the world.

AO3

“P-please,” The boy rasped. “S-save her. Just her, please don’t take her away too.” Death looked down at the boy expressionlessly, face half humane half bone. “It’s her time.” It whispered, ghastly and solemn, time ticking in the background like a countdown, like a reminder. “It’s both of yours.”

 The boy sobbed, tears mixed with red as he coughed out blood, head bleeding all the same. He couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, only whisper. To the reaper of souls, to the one who looked far sadder than he who would soon die. He was unwilling, but he knew there was nothing he could do. Clutching on his sister’s hands, as cold as his, unmoving, pulseless. He could only resign to it—resign to fate.

 He was unwilling, but seeing Death’s boney hand clutching against the scythe tightly, he relented.

 “W-where will we go next, then?” The boy tried to smile, tried to relief Death’s sadness. Ah, how many has it seen, the pleads of those whose time were up? How many times had Death seen the rage, unwillingness, sorrow, fear? How many times had Death went through such events that even it felt such overwhelming sadness for humans?

 The boy could only wonder as he felt his strength slipping, sleepiness and darkness slowly engulfing him. For a moment, he felt as though he was home with his sister beside him, safe.

 “… Home,” Death said as it watched the child relented to eternal sleep’s grasp. “You both are going home.” It tilted the tip of the scythe down gently and reaped the souls, watching both the boy and girl, two glowing children, pulses and disappear to where they would reincarnate; to be siblings once more.

 ‘Thank you.’ They both whispered.

 Death watched as they went, and it disappeared into thin air.

 .

 Tsuna was once a bird, a tree, a child, a father, a mother, a fish, a dragon. He was once a lot of creatures, and was once nothing. He was once air, and he was once the ground.

 He was everything.

 Tsuna never knew how he came to be, but he knew he was what he was. He was the universe itself. He remembered of vague changes, shifts, and stutters of the world. He experienced those changes, helped the build up of civilization, watched life came to be and left.

 He remembered mostly of Death, at every step he took.

 Tsuna was a witch—a necromancer in his first mortal life. He didn’t know how he became one, but one day he became aware that he was one. One who steals from Death, one who forces the souls it reaps to work for him. And that was all he does.

 Every life he went through, every reincarnation—he called upon the dead souls, and called upon Death. He was the unrest of the world.

 “My lord.” Tsuna opened his eyes, glowing orange as he looked at Death who stood by his bed, looming and blending into the darkness. He saw him all the same, as clear as daylight. He smiled.

 “Welcome home.” He reached out and encircled his arms around Death.

 .

 The boy and girl had a long dream during their journey home. It was but a blur, but they saw; of their past, present and future. They remembered, of those they forgot. And they yearned, to see their home sooner.

 Lambo and I-pin.

 They wanted to see Tsuna.

 .

 Tsuna woke up again the next day in Death’s embrace. He didn’t mind, he loved it even. He smiled at the half humane half bone face, kissing the white skull and whispered a greeting. Death was never asleep, it remained awake even as Tsuna slumbered. The humane part of its face crinkled in silent delight at that as it let go of Tsuna.

 Tsuna stretched, back arching as the blanket that covered his naked upper torso slipped down, letting Death sees every part that it knew oh so well. Tsuna stepped out of their bed and got dressed. He picked up the ring of Time on the desk and slipped it onto his right middle finger, playing with the chains around it.

 “They are here.”

 Tsuna smiled, relieved. His shoulders relaxed as he felt for the souls of his family, warm and burning in the ring. He could feel the youngest two were restless, all but wanting to see him again. He would, soon. He would get to them soon.

 Not just yet.

 “You would be the harbinger of blood in next life.” Death piped out from where it was.

 Tsuna barked out a laugh. “When am I never, Death?” He teased. “I am your reflection, after all.”

 It shook its head, walking over to caress Tsuna’s cheeks, feeling the warm radiating to its bones. “You may be my representation, but you are you. You are yourself; not me.”

 Tsuna sighed, nuzzling against its hand. “I know.”

 “… And I don’t think you are allowed to summon the dead souls next life.” Tsuna raised an eyebrow at that.

 “Why not?”

 Death’s lips were pursed, disgruntled yet resigned. “… Life reincarnated.”

 Tsuna paused and stare at it.

 “… It will be your tutor next life.”

 “… Fuck.”

 .

 When Tsuna remembered, he was 34 and the Vongola Neo Primo of Vongola Famiglia. That night, he went to sleep drunk from the party of his 34th birthday, and he woke up with a splitting headache from the rum and gin the Varia and Reborn chugged down his throat.

 And as he groaned, he remembered everything. Life fucked him up so badly this lifetime.

 “Rise and shine, Dame-Tsuna!” Tsuna snapped his fingers and the shadows of undead shot straight towards Reborn. The hitman—Life—merely snorted at the weak attempt and squashed all of them, straight away sending them to reincarnation.

 “Fuck you, Life.”

 It rolled its eyes at Tsuna, grinning ferally. “Good morning to you too, Time. By the way, stop playing with those dead souls every time you remember. It’s so annoying.”

 “My business.” Tsuna hissed. He shook the hangover gone and gathered the rest of the undead souls from every corner of the house. Soon, shadows and silhouettes of those once alive gathered in his room. He looked through each and one of them, pelting a few at Reborn who punt them into reincarnation, and breathed, keeping the rest in his indispensable space for those dead.

 The pocket watch in him ticked. And stopped.

  Life leaned back and started floating to the air like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. It pouted, black obsidian eyes turning white as it stared right through Tsuna’s space.

 “Why keep such untasteful bunch of souls? Why not just let them reincarnate and suffer in the mortal world?”

 Tsuna knew that it was trying to make him let the souls go, but he wouldn’t. Not like he needed those souls, but he knew keeping them would piss Life off, which it deserved for throwing Tsuna all over around for almost two decades of his mortal life.

 “Whatever that is you're doing, it’s not working.” He huffed as he clenched his right fist. Opening it up, there sat on his palm was the ring of Time, sealed. He smiled and pull off the chain, and it glowed as Tsuna’s sealed powers returned to him.

 “Worth a try.” Life muttered, too used to Time’s chaos that rip the balance of life and death apart just to keep Death in its track. “It took you long enough to wake this time.” During last lifetime, it remembered that Tsuna woke up the moment he was nine in mortal world.

 Tsuna shrugged. Maybe because he overworked Death this lifetime, with the number of people he had to kill. Or maybe because he was just lazy, who knows. Time did not have such concept as long or short. It just knew when to continue or stop.

 Tsuna blinked and his eyes turned bright orange. Standing by his side was Death, still half humane half bone. Tsuna smiled up to it and reached over. Death easily took him into its arm.

 “I missed you.” Tsuna hummed, nuzzling.

 Death whispered of the same as they kissed.

 Life rolled its eyes at the two sappy being of unrest and disappeared off to its own beloved.

 Tsuna soon pulled away and blinked cheekily at Death. “Time to start summoning to piss of Life.”

 Death’s lips tugged up into a smile. “It is no longer disturbed by such moves.” Tsuna rolled his eyes. “I don’t care. I’m going to make it a bigger event this lifetime. Reborn screwed me inside out for almost two decades, I’m angry.”

 Death stroked his fluffy hair and shook its head resignedly, letting Tsuna do as he liked. It didn’t matter anyway, because whatever Tsuna did would mean lessening its workload and it could spend more time with Tsuna.

 “Whatever you are happy with, darling.”

 .

 Two years later, a zombie apocalypse happened.

 Reborn almost shot Tsuna to death if not for Fon stopping him.

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A/N: Death is Death! Tsuna is Time! Reborn is Life!

Yes this is Death/Tsuna + Reborn/Fon fic :3 although Reborn and Fon didn't have much screen time uwu

First part is during their previous life before Vongola; Tsuna and the others left earlier than I-Pin and Lambo, who were last of them to leave the mortal world. Timeline's a bit wonky, but ye. They are always the youngest. ALWAYS.

A bit of lore, which is Tsuna or Time was the first existence of the universe, but remained asleep when Death and Life appeared. Then somehow he woke up when civilization started, and forcefully wedged himself between the balance Death and Life created. He hated how Death has to go through all those sorrow when he reaps humans' soul so he made it a goal to at least screw Life up once every time he reincarnated into a human. Which is a handful of time.

But yeah, Time Tsuna who is also a necromancer since he could just isolate-turn back time of the soul right after Death reap it and before it gets noticed by Life, and make it his minions or something. Always hits up Life's workload :3

Anyways this is a sudden plunny that popped out so have a short impulsive story from me :D

[I apologize for any grammar, spellings, etc. etc. mistakes]

[ak8shi]

Going out/clubbing with the HQ boys series: Miya Atsumu

This man.. I’m going feral

FIRST OF ALL,,, let’s get this straight: he is a total PARTY ANIMAL !!! you can’t tell me differently

Like its just a natural thing for him; he’s hot, he likes to socialize, and well,.., he likes to get fucked up when he isn’t playing volleyball LMAOOO

You probably meet him out at a bar actually; he sees you first, dancing ON TOP of the bar as soon as he walks into the function with his boys

you catch his eye immediately, he knows he’ll regret it if he doesn’t talk to you by the end of the night

Atsumu really said “Girl the way you’re moving, got me in a trance…🥵”

He thinks you’re adorable, like so cute and pretty, and Suna is like dude,,,, just ask her to dance

He’s a pretty confident guy so he probably just goes up to you and taps you on the leg, yelling into your ear when you bend down to meet his level

He’s calling you “babe” and “doll” and somehow it’s not creepy? You’re sold

You, turning around to bask in his beauty: for personal reasons I have decided to pass away <33

I mean you probably also notice him shortly after he walks in; his aura is so,,,strong and confident yet fun!! Never a dull moment with this guy

He’s definitely not a bad dancer, but he’s focused more on spitting game to you rather than trying to impress you with his dance skills LMAO

I can see him wearing a basketball jersey over a sweatshirt thinking he did something LMAO, but like he looks so good still

He definitely would have his ears pierced in college, possibly gauges 👀

Atsumu probably pregames with beer, but then moves to hard liquor once he gets to the bar

BIGGG SAKE BOMB GUY, will not hesitate to buy multiple rounds for his girl and ofc the boys

He’s definitely in a frat, a member of Apple Sigma Pie perhaps, but I also feel like he wouldn’t let that be his only personality trait if you know what I mean

Definitely lives his own life and doesn’t get sucked into Greek life, the RANGE periodt

Like, SO CHARMINGGGG,, he will NOT hesitate to talk you up at this bar

…

SIMP NATION RISE

..

Also ya’ll can NOT TELL ME this man doesn’t vape, LIKEE,, his go-to flavors are mango and lychee ice

Offers his puff bar to you, his lungs said ⚫️⚫️, 

BUT maybe you said 😳 when he hotly blew the vapor into Suna’s face, grinning at his friend’s disgruntled expression before Suna snatches the puff back from him

Anyways long story short, ya’ll get to know each other that night through small conversation like “what’s your major” and “what year are you,” but at the end he asks for your snap,,, you know damn well you give it him lol

Even though his gives off man whore energy, in reality he respects women and is an overall friendly person, so he just happens to get along with a lot of different types of people

the type to have student athlete shit like “The grind never stops 🗣💯💧🇯🇵🏐 Psalms 23:5🙏🏼” written in his insta bio

So ya’ll probably talk for the next week or so, and whenever Atsumu gets a snap from you his toes curl and he gets all warm inside

Osamu, alone and not talking to any girls he’s actually interested in: But imagine how tired we are. Imagine how tired we are..

LMAO so one time Tsumu was stalking your insta and he shows Kita your page, gushing over how amazing you are, and Kita accidentally likes a picture from 245 weeks ago,

ATSUMU ISN’T EVEN FOLLOWING YOU YET AHH

Atsumu: Kita sweetie, you really snapped on me with this one✨🧚🏼‍♀️🌙💕 now do the same to your neck🥰💘😽

Explains the mishap to you, ofc you find it hilarious & flattering

So after talking for the week, he invites you to a small house party that he as well as the volleyball team are hosting the next weekend after

You’re so excited to see him again in person aw

You pull up at the house that the volleyball team rents looking amazing, Atsumu is literally gawking

“Ma’am…a crumb 🤲🏼”

He sticks with you the whole night, an arm around your waist or shoulder, always bending down to your level to hear everything you say clearly

We all know this man is TALL,,, a TREE that we would all like to cl*mb

Sis,,, you just KNOW he smells SO damn good too, like One More Time by Daft Punk is playing in the background b/c Inarizaki are EDM/Techno FIENDS, ya’ll are straight vibing together

(Side note: I can totally see these boys going to festivals, WOOK ROYALTY)

LOVES beer pong and would think it was SOO attractive if you were good, let’s be honest,,, your back hurts from carrying the team😌

After you both have a few drinks in you, he decides to make a move after ya’ll finish your game

Honestly, the type to just put his arms around your waist and ask “Babe, can I kiss ya?” (if you didn’t want to he most definitely would not force you at all ofc he respects you sm)

You’re red, he’s red, all you can manage to get out is “U-Uh sure?”

I need a moment… he’s such a good kisser, his lips are so soft, and he tastes like cherry cola and rum

He then asks if you would go out on a real date with him, and you can not believe that this frat boy is asking you out like this AHA

You: Maybe if you were actually good at beer pong I would consider saying yes 💗

Him: Heart’s ❤️ been broke 💔 so many times⏱, I-I, don’t know🙅🏼‍♂️what to believe 🙏🏼💔

Overall, you would hit it off with him🥺 like I said, he’s the type that never leaves you feeling awkward and never fails to surprise you !! Best boy!

[peachsniped]

okay i don’t have a faceclaim yet because i am picky , but , my newest oc information ! 

What’s their full name?  handa ichika

What does their name mean? Why were they named that? one thousand flowers / her mother had found out that she was pregnant in march. 

Do they have any nicknames? ichi-chan.

How old are they? 26

When’s their birthday? june 12th.

What’s their zodiac sign/element/birthstone/etc.? Do they believe that holds any significance? gemini / air / pearl. they do not. 

What’s their species/subspecies? Do they have any special/magical abilities? half human / half cat. no magical abilities other than a curse on their bloodline. the general population thinks that her tail / ears , are part of her public persona. 

What “class” do they belong to (for fantasy characters)? If none, what weapon do they favor? she’s never played anything -- but she would choose a mage probably. 

job: mainly a nsfw voice actor.

APPEARANCE

What do they look like? 5′3″, mid-back black hair that’s naturally wavy. golden eyes with fluffy cat ears, light complexion, sleek tail.

Do they have a face claim? not yet.

What’s their style like? Clothes, hair, makeup? casual, comfortable. 

How do they carry themselves? What’s their default expression? certain of herself, back straight. resting bitch face. 

Do they have any physical ailments or disabilities? no.

PERSONALITY

What’s their alignment? tba. 

Which one of the 16 Personality Types do they fit into? tba. 

What are their hobbies and interests? Do they have any particular “favorites” (food, books, and so on)? ichika enjoys painting and using her hands. she’s lately started an anonymous asmr channel and has a decent influx of subscribers. she’s not a big reader but she does put on the tv too to relax after a long day. she enjoys long-bubble baths with a glass of red wine.

What are they bad at? sewing. math. 

What kind of things do they dislike/hate? people who shit on sex work. rum, particularly. 

Do they have any vices/addictions/mental illnesses? smoking both cigarettes / weed / tba / tba.

What are their goals and motivations? survive.

What are their manners like? Any habits? tba.

What are they most afraid of? tba.

BACKGROUND

Where were they born? What was their childhood like? osaka, japan. they grew up not being able to please their parents despite placing first in many violin competitions. her grades weren’t good enough for their approval and she eventually set out on her own , no longer caring about them. 

What’s their family like? she’s got two alive parents that she couldn’t please and then became ‘the wild child’. she’s got a younger sister but doesn’t really have anything to do with her family. 

Where do they currently live? What’s their place like? tokyo, jpn. one apartment bedroom.

How do they eventually die? tba.

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend? a few friends in the industry. tba. 

What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it? tba. 

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids? terrible. no. 

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust? tba.

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies? tba.

Do they have any pets? a goldfish. 

Are they good with kids? Animals? tba.

FUN FACTS

Do they play any instruments? Sports? violin and no. she thinks tennis looks fun, but she can’t remember any of it. she will go swimming though but doesn’t really count that as anything.

What are some items they always carry? baby wipes, ruler, lub.e bottle [she puts it in her bag for a job and then forgets about it], money, id.

Do they collect anything? star conches.

What position do they sleep in? starfish.

Which emoji would they use the most? 😚

What languages do they speak? japanese.

What’s their favorite expletive? fuck.

What’s their favorite candle scent? jasmine.

Which animal would you say represents them? cat, obviously.

What would their favorite ride at an amusement park be? the tallest rollercoaster.

Do they believe in aliens? Ghosts? Reincarnation or something else? no, yes, undecided.

Do they follow any religions/gods? Do they celebrate holidays? tba. yes.

Which Deadly Sin do they most correspond to? Which Heavenly Virtue? lust / tba.

If you had to choose one tarot card to represent them, which would it be? the high priestress. 

[ducktracy]

178. i wanna be a sailor (1937)

release date: september 25th, 1937

series: merrie melodies

director: tex avery

starring: robert winkler (peter parrot), elvia allman (mother parrot), mel blanc (duck), berneice hansell (patrick parrot, patricia parrot), billy bletcher (father parrot)

though porky was established as a star by this point, his stardom was a lonely one indeed. gabby goat had come and gone as a failed experiment, petunia only had a handful of shorts left, and daffy wouldn’t be established as a sidekick until a year or two later. aside from the pig himself, warner bros. didn’t have a vast repertoire of characters to boast. but that didn’t stop them anyway.

perhaps “boast” is a bit too hyperbolic, but there’s a rather fascinating trend in the late ‘30’s of warner bros. advertising characters who ranged from minuscule to down right obscure. porky, petunia, gabby, and the early prototype of daffy are all reasonable characters to tote, but it got to the point where one-off characters such as petunia’s dog fluffnums, “sammy sparrow”, and peter parrot where toted around as well. this marks the debut of peter parrot who, despite only starring in this short, found his way onto ice cream packaging, publicity sheets, and even wall hangers.

so, what’s all the hubbub with this little parrot? the short, an unofficial sequel to i love to singa, chronicles peter’s wishes to follow in his footsteps and become a sailor, despite his mother’s pleas against him. peter sets off for shore anyhow, but quickly realizes that it isn’t a captain‘s life for him.

the short begins with mama parrot (voiced by the great elvia allman) teaching her children how to talk. specifically, how to cite the ever-appropriate “polly want a cracker.” berneice hansell voices the first two siblings, patrick and patricia, who both fumble over the sentence in cute, giggly, slow voices. avery loved to put hansell’s squeaky voice to use, specifically to test our patience to see how annoying and how long he could drag it out. both children manage to spit out the magic words, much to the approval of mama. the underscore of “we’re working our way through college” is a nice touch--one of my favorites!

in the averyverse, it’s common knowledge that the third attempt at a gag results in a mix-up, and here is no exception. mama drills our star, peter, (named patrick on his various mediums of advertisement) but to no avail. instead, he resists, robert winkler (who was one of the voices for scrappy over at the columbia studio) providing his vocals as he grovels “i don’t wanna cracker, see? i wanna be a sailor like me pop, see?”

pan over to reveal a framed portrait of dear old dad, clad in a sailor suit, bulging popeye arms and all. mama does not agree, and is quick to launch into a rant. “huh. like your pop! why, that sea-bearin’ homewrecker, that high-seas hitchhiker... a fine father he’s been, the sea-goin’ sob!” her rant segues into a flashback sequence, animated by the great irv spence. the layout and background of the newly-weds’ new abode in the canary islands is very pretty indeed, great contrast with the blues and the yellows of the moon/light from inside.

elvia allman’s deliveries are great as always--she doesn’t get nearly the same amount of buzz as the other female stars of warner bros. such as berneice hansell, sara berner, bea benaderet, and of course june foray. the fond trip down memory lane includes warm memories of the new mother feeding her infants, the atmosphere warm... and then we pan over to the father, allman’s narration now acidic and vitriolic as she hurls insults in conjunction with the animation--the “rum-soaked old seagull” is surrounded by a wall of empty bottles, pouring himself a hearty dosage of shots. 

irv spence’s animation of the father’s lumbering, drunken exit out of the house is great--i especially love the extra details such as the swirls and stars. just as allman mentions the father’s venture to hawaii (on account that he could never stay in one place), we get a moment of avery genius as pa shoves his face back in the door to interrupt the narration (voiced by billy bletcher): “no, ma, it was catalina!” allman’s bite that was so harsh earlier is completely absent as she corrects herself. “oh... oh, yes. set sail for catalina.”  

another great avery gag that would be reused in the smash hit red hot riding hood, another avery piece: ma fondly remembers how she would “burn a little light in the window.” cue a giant spotlight beaming out the window, sweeping the entire island. 

mama parrot tearfully ends her lecture, asking her son “now you don’t wanna be a sailor, do you?” wonderful comedic timing as a tearful, mournful peter wipes his eyes. after a few seconds of sniveling, he responds with a warbled “...yes!” 

“WHAAAAT!?” so taken aback by her son’s reaction, mama parrot faints, literally hanging by her toes from the bird cage as she dangles unconscious. thus provides the perfect escape for peter, who opts to take matters into his own hands. cue the similarities to i love to singa: estranged bird children leave their over-protective parents in order to pursue their dreams. 

there’s a wonderfully smooth transition between multi-plane pans here: close-up to peter haughtily stalking off, footsteps tinkering to the beat. the surroundings of his household melt away to reveal a pan of the outside, the momentum never halting, no breaks in the walk-cycle, just perfectly timed. VERY impressive! i’m always a fan of the multi-plane pans to begin with, but this in particular is very well executed. in the midst of peter’s angsty stewing, he bumps right into a spare barrel. suddenly, an idea hatches, and he lifts the barrel (cartoon physics!) as we fade out. 

fade back in to another multi-plane pan, this time of a pond. i love the lush, painterly look of the backgrounds in the late ‘30′s and early ‘40′s--daffy duck and egghead in particular has some divine color styling. this pan reminds me quite a bit of the backgrounds in that one, as we’ll explore relatively soon (8 more to go!)

peter has successfully crafted a makeshift ship out of his barrel, the perfect size for such a pint-sized parrot. cue the introduction of the archetypal annoying blabbermouth--warner bros. loved their blabbermouth characters. dizzy duck, a blabbermouth facsimile to a certain disney-owned duck, would be porky’s sidekick for a whopping two cartoons. friz freleng would play around with the trope in his little blabbermouse, and even chuck jones would refine his sweet, mellow character sniffles into a bonafide chatterbox. 

here, it’s a little yellow duck (who looks awfully similar to daffy’s next appearance in daffy duck and egghead), barraging peter with a number of questions. peter is quick to shut the duck up, closing his beak as he snarls “well, see, i’m buildin’ a boat, see!” his explanation, reused from egghead rides again, is “because, because, because... today, i am a man!”, a take of the same line used in bar mitzvahs. while there may be a disconnect between the catchphrase and audiences today, one can at least appreciate the vocal talents ingrained in the line--specifically, the squeaky, prepubescent “i am a man!” provided by mel blanc here. little duck is eager to tag along. peter agrees, but not before clamping a spare clothespin down on the duckling’s beak to shut him up. 

cue the song sequence, which is more talk-song-y than anything. irv spence provides some nice animation as the two climb onto deck, peter shoving a mop into the curious duckling’s grip (”all aboard! c’mon, by heck! your job will be to scrub the deck!”) while the song continues, peter peels a skull and crossbones off of a spare poison bottle (how safe!), using it as a flag. the up shot of the flag being raised is nice and dynamic, even if the timing is a little bloated.

the ship has set sail. after glowing at his makeshift sail (a pair of long underwear), peter directly addresses the audience, a nice reminder that tex avery is directing the short. “this picture’s kinda like mutiny on the county, [actually titled mutiny on the bounty] dont’cha think?” he pauses for a few beats before turning back to the audience, now with a glower: "or dont’cha?”

to assert his dominance and strong masculinity, peter pulls out a stick of licorice from his pocket, tearing off a bite as a makeshift glob of tobacco. the animation of him chewing (and thusly spitting) the tobacco has a nice sense of weight to it--the push and pull is strong. he hocks it up over the side of the ship, and, like all spitting gags, the piece of “tobacco” traverses through the bottom of the water and lands perfectly in a submerged spittoon.

self-satisfied, peter now opts to scale the crow’s nest, using his beak and feet to guide him along the way (woodblocks doing a nice job of synchronizing animation and music). suddenly, he does a take to something offscreen. a storm’s a-brewin’, as indicated by the lightning that literally spells out “BAM!” as it streaks past. experimenting with typography is always refreshing to see in the shorts, especially when the words themselves form works of art. 

just as quick as he was to leave the family, peter drops his tough-guy demeanor, panicking and running around his ducky first-mate, who’s still dutifully swabbing the poop deck. peter snaps the clothespin off of the duck’s mouth, ordering him to do something. cue rambling duck: “what for? i like the rain. i like the water.” as he rambles on, borderline incomprehensibly, avery strikes again to remind us of what he’s capable as the duck interjects to the audience (in an adult voice), “ain’t i the talkingest little guy?” even better is that he wastes no time launching back into his hyperactive rant about swimming in the water and splashing around.

to make matters worse, the button flap of the long underwear sail unbuttons, rendering the sail useless. the combination of the rain, music (william tell’s “the storm”, of course), and sound effects all blend together nicely. the “ocean” currents, now forming ferocious waves, look hilariously cartoonish and not at all believable, but what’s the fun if the waves were drawn with precise accuracy?

peter wrestles with the ship’s wheel, which is out of control. his efforts are futile—he ends up twirling around the wheel. elsewhere, we get another gag that would be reused time and time again: a bucket of paint spilling and pouring back into itself due to the rocking of the ship. the timing holds on just longer than it needs to for it to warrant any laughs, though i’m sure it was much more amusing to an audience in 1937 than now, especially if you’ve seen the gag over and over again like i have.

speaking of reused gags: the blabbermouth duck is just reveling in the rain, not at all bothered by the catastrophic events unfolding. this gag is taken from one of tex’s last cartoons from his previous job, making the walter lantz oswald cartoons at universal. more specifically, his 1933 picture five and dime (about the 1:33 mark.) nevertheless, back to warner bros., the little motif of “september in the rain” adds another layer to aid in appreciating the gag. 

in an attempt to haul an anchor, peter’s plan fails: instead, half of the ship is yanked off with the anchor, sending the ship down. the little duck is beside himself, willfully diving into the current to soak up those sweet white caps. peter does not share his ecstasy, nor his courage. instead, he cries for help, crying for his mother... which, miraculously, she hears. seems he wasn’t that far off from shore after all! the extra touch of peter lowering his voice to bellow “calling all cars, calling all cars!” (also used in i love to singa) is a great little humoristic touch. 

despite her previous harshness, a mother’s love prevails, and mama parrot takes off after her son. cue another great joke, one that’d probably be even more uproarious during a time when the song was popular: mama dashes through the rain, reassuring her son “I’M COMIN’! I’M COMIN’!” and, in an instant, she drops her panic to sing a few lines of "old black joe” to the audience. wonderful timing--tex’s fourth wall breaks in this one are definitely satisfying. 

peter continues to cry for help, even in the tune of “shave and a haircut” at one point, much to the disgust and contempt of the duck, who goes as far as to give him a black eye. clearly, he doesn’t think highly of his captain. maybe this is more like mutiny on the bounty than we thought! 

and, with that, the duck easily tosses peter ashore, snarling “ya big sissy!” before frolicking in the rain once more. while some of the ship scenes dragged in momentum, tex does create a strong suspension of disbelief: remember, they were in a pond, not a treacherous ocean!

mama reunites with her baby boy, swaddling him and cooing all the way. “now... you don’t want to be a sailor, do you?” if you believe we’re about to learn some sort of moral, remember what you’re watching here. peter sniffles, wiping his eyes, giving a few sobs before answering in a direct parallel to the beginning, “...yeeeeees!”

it’s two iris out gags in a row for tex. like the beginning, mama shrieks another “WHAAAAAT!?” and passes out from the shock, iris closing in on her. just then, the iris widens back up as mama pulls herself up to face the audience. she heaves a sigh, her tone surprisingly gentle as she asks “now what would you do with a child like that?” iris out for good.

thus puts an end to tex’s 1937 dry spell. tex was no stranger to the vices of burnout (been there!), and i suspect he may have suffered a bit of burnout throughout mid-1937, or, at the very least, have been at a crossroads in terms of where to go and who to please. he had some great momentum going—porky’s duck hunt would, of course, become monumental in animation significance, birthing daffy and a whole genre of characters with it (and you could argue it’s why we have bugs, too). and, despite the nastiness of the short (which is inexcusable), viewing the technicalities, uncle tom’s bungalow was rife with energy and wit as well. but, for awhile after, tex floundered: shorts like a sunbonnet blue completely lack the avery wit and charm. egghead rides again was enjoyable, porky’s garden tolerable, but none carried the momentum that these shorts once had. thankfully, this dry spell comes to an end after this short.

so, moving on: this is a short i’m neutral on. it still lacks the fervor and conviction of previous tex entries, but it isn’t dismal. it has some bits of greatness that could constitute a watch: elvia allman does a wonderful job as the mother—the “burning a light in the window” gag with the giant spotlight was great, as were the various fourth wall breaks. those in itself constitute a watch, but other than that, this short remains largely unremarkable, at least to me. some of the scenes drag in pacing, but that’s an easy verdict to make when you constantly compare to the speed of forthcoming avery cartoons (especially at mgm), where you miss an entire gag if you blink.

ultimately, i think you could go either way. watch it if you’re more devoted to animation like i am, or at least snoop around for some of the high points. however, you won’t be missing too much if you skip it for now. thankfully, better cartoons are ahead!

link! (pardon the title, it’s fake, but the print is good enough quality.)

[snarkwrites]

summer sizzle | disaster, steve harrington [m]

[ prompts used ]

** again, all of these were found on different lists across the internet. literally none of them belong to me and i will have to try finding the lists these all came from at some point. credits to anyone who made these prompt lists **

Disaster + “S-stop staring at me like that!” + Say My Name + comfort sex + One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other

[ authors notes ]

This is the alternate universe to my whole thing with Steve and Charlotte. At some point, I do plan to write an actual fic for them. In the meantime, I’m gonna build things up through one shots and stuff. If anyone’s curious, pls ask away, my ask box is open.

[ warnings ]

18+ only. All children, leave the room. I repeat, all children, leave the room. underage drinking a lil bit, biting / leaving hickies, body fluids, oral [ both parties give and recieve ], protected sex and that’s pretty much it.

[ pairing / fandom ]

steve harrington x ofc, charlotte granger

[ tagging ]

@rampagewriting​​ | @chasingeverybreakingwave​​

[ tag list - masterlist - about my writing ]

                                     D I S A S T E R - steve harrington x ofc,

“You really should slow down with that.” Steve popped up beside me and it only made me that much more determined to chug the bottle of rum in my hands. If I had alcohol in my mouth, I didn’t have to try conversing. I didn’t risk just grabbing his face in my hands and laying a kiss on him that would only result in making everything even more awkward between the two of us than it already is.

I sat the bottle down on the tabletop firmly, wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand as I swayed a little to the music. I could feel the rabbit ears on my headband slipping and I swore, reaching up. Steve swatted my hands away and reached over, fixing the way they stood, bending one of them ever so slightly. He stepped a little closer, the limited space between us filling with heavy tension.

It seemed to do that a lot lately.

He nodded to the crowded party. “I thought you came with Byers to pick up Nancy.”

I shrugged and raised the bottle to my lips, taking another drink, swallowing it down before I answered quietly, “I decided to stay. I didn’t want to feel like a third wheel on my own date.”

As neutral as I tried to sound when saying it, I failed miserably. The sarcasm laced into my words and Steve’s head tilted slightly as he just… stared at me. Like he was in deep thought and dazed.

“If you’re going to be weird, I’m going to go do keg stands.” I muttered the words quietly and took a step forward. That step put me body to body with Steve whose hands immediately settled on my hips as his eyes roamed and he didn’t bother trying to hide it.

“Bad date?” Steve asked, giving me a bit of a weak smile as our eyes met.

I snorted. “More like a complete fucking disaster from the word go.”

Steve snickered and I pouted at him, lips poking out.

“I’m glad to see my sheer misery makes you laugh. Asshole.” I started to try and side step but he stopped me, staring deep into my eyes again and not saying anything.

Until finally, he did. Pulling me closer because a crowd rushed past, whooping and hollering because someone was about to do keg stands again in the next room. I blew at a bright red strand of loose bangs that flopped into my eye and tilted my head slightly, looking at him.

“It’s not your misery, okay? I was laughing cos..” Steve trailed off, eyes settling fixed on the floor beneath our feet. I raised a brow and honestly, I meant to just walk away, beyond done with the night by this point, but something about the way he fell silent had my interest piqued.

“Why?” I asked the question as my hand settled on my hip. Steve was staring at the black velvet strapless bodysuit I was wearing, at the fishnets covering my legs, anything but my actual face. Distracted, as usual. I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat impatiently.

“ The fact that Nancy just broke up with me. I don’t know, I guess it’s just my reaction to a shitty night.” the explanation sounded feeble, but I said nothing.

It hit me then, what he’d just said.

I eyed him in concern, going quiet. I took a few big back to back sips of the rum in my hand and gritted my teeth, shaking my head all over again at the burn as I glanced at the bottle for a second or two, just to keep from staring at him like an ass, as is my tendency as of late.

And yes, I feel like the world’s most horrible friend for it.

“They say this stuff goes down smoother the more you sip it. I call bullshit.” I mumbled, mostly to myself, mostly just to keep that heavy tension from creeping back in between Steve and I all over again.

Steve reached for the bottle and raised it to his lips, shotgunning a generous portion as he shrugged.

“Fucking show off.” I grumbled, reaching for the bottle and nearly falling forward as I did so.

Steve stepped closer, hands at my side after sitting the bottle of rum down on the table nearby. “Are you alright?”

“Shh. Don’t kill my buzz.” I held a finger to his lips as I giggled a little bit. Someone put on Aerosmith and I bounced on my feet a little, grinning from ear to ear about it. When my eyes met his again, he was staring at me, an almost thoughtful expression on his face.

“S-stop staring at me like that!” I drawled, starting to sway my hips a little to the song playing in the background.

“What if I don’t wanna?” Steve practically mumbled the question, his gaze growing more intent. Roaming even more. Lingering on my body just long enough to set my body to burning immediately.

I threw my head back and laughed at what he said, the laughter dying on my lips as my eyes met his again and I realized that he wasn’t joking. He had his most serious facial expression on. And he was stepping closer, towering over me just  barely. Fingertips digging into the thin black velvet fabric covering my body.  His hips rubbing right against mine, making me swallow hard and sort of melt into him just so I didn’t have to look at him and increase the risk of him figuring out exactly what he was doing to me at the moment.

“Tonight is really a disaster, huh?” I managed to mumble, mostly for lack of anything better to say and wanting to vanquish the tension before it got so fucking thick I couldn’t breathe. I could already feel my legs getting a little  more wobbly, my thighs getting just a little slippery. Just the thought of him… In that way… had me burning up all over in a heated blush for at least the tenth time since he’d wandered over an hour or two ago.

I’ve shoved this thing down so deep that now that it’s bubbling up to the surface, it takes literally all my willpower from stopping it.

Steve continued to stare, his gaze fixing on my lips as he licked his own. He swallowed hard and my eyes settled on the way his throat bobbed. I did my best not to indulge myself and imagine dancing my lips down his throat.

“The night’s not over yet.” his voice almost sounded husky. Laced with something I couldn’t quite figure out.

When he finally said it, he was standing so close that I was pressed against him, bodies rubbing together lightly. Mostly to steady myself in the stupid heels I chose to wear with my costume, I raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck.

“True, but.. Our dates did leave together.” I pointed out the fact, sighing quietly. I mean… I’m the one who told Jonathan to worry about getting Nancy home safe, that I wanted to stay and hang out with Briar and a few of the other girls and that I’d be fine.

,, you told him to leave you because maybe you’re starting to realize that he’s more into Nancy. So you’re cutting your losses.” my brain reminded me. I literally have no reason to be bitter right now, and yet.. Here I go.

Between Nancy dating Steve even knowing our history and how I had a crush on him and how tense things were when he stopped being friends with me.. And her suddenly having so much to do with Jonathan right when I’ve decided that maybe it’s time to let go of old crushes… I’d almost swear she was doing it deliberately if I didn’t know otherwise.

“I told Nancy to go.” Steve admitted, shrugging a little, a weak smile as he looked down at me. “She didn’t wanna be here with me anyway.”

I bit my lip, nodding at him as I found my own eyes settling on thick lips. Lips I desperately wanted to kiss.

My fingertips seemed to grow minds of their own, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

In the room behind us, the noise seemed to grow, people were getting rowdier. But all I could do was continue to stare,  trying to figure out why he’d even come over to me in the first place.

“Honestly, I could tell Jonathan had other things on his mind tonight. I was just in the way.” I shrugged it off and took a deep breath. More people pushed past us, putting us even closer together. I bit back a quiet whimper and felt myself starting to blush. He chuckled and gazed down at me a few seconds, that look in his eye all over again.

“What? Do I have lipstick on my teeth?” I asked the question and raised my hand, prepared to wipe at my mouth. This red lipstick, while pretty, was a huge pain in my ass. But it made the costume seem even more appropriate… Or inappropriate. Whatever.

“No, I was just thinking.. Something Nancy said after she broke up with me and called basically everything about us bullshit before demanding to leave… About you.”

I swallowed hard, my breath catching in my  throat, but as best as I could, I tried to downplay. To feign an air of total neutrality. My best blank look on my face, casual.. Appearing not to be affected by Steve and his.. Everything.

“Yeah?” I asked, walking a finger up and down the front of his black button front shirt. He squirmed slightly and kept staring down at me intently, letting his gaze drop to my finger for a lingering distracted few seconds. The tension in the air was getting so much thicker. I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t deny it.

Shit, did I sound breathless? The thought came but I shoved it out, clearing my throat, guiding his gaze so that he had to look at me. “What’d she say?” I finally managed to ask the question, trying to steer this whole… Bizarre moment away from the heavy tension it was fast approaching.

“It wasn’t anything bad.” Steve said it quickly and I bit my lip, waiting.

“After she told me that everything was bullshit, she told me that I was with the wrong girl and I’m kind of…” he trailed off again, leaning down, his face getting closer to mine. My breath caught again and this time, I didn’t try hiding the fact. “Yeah?” the word came quick and clumsy as my face inched closer to his.

And my lips promptly brushed against the corner of his mouth clumsily. I drew back quick but his hands caught on either side of my face, pulling my lips directly back to his. “Where are you goin, hm?” he half growled the question against my lips as his mouth crashed against and hungrily devoured mine. One of his hands dragged up my back, catching in my hair, tangling in it as he gripped the back of my head and his other hand rested on my cheek, a thumb trailing lazily along my cheek after the kiss broke.

We slowly pulled apart, staring at one another wide eyed. He was quick to lean back in, chuckling as he bit his bottom lip and stared hungrily at mine a second or two. “She was right. It has always been you, I just…” he dragged his hand through his hair as he took several shaky breaths.

It suddenly seemed to occur to him just how little I was wearing and the next thing I knew, he was shedding his blazer and putting it around me, even going as far as to button a few buttons.

“Steve.” I whined, pouting up at him as he shook his head no. “No, nope. That costume is, “ he gestured to me, “Too fucking much. What are you supposed to be anyway?”

“A bunny.” I was intentionally being vague. Honestly, I figured he’d put two and two together.

Apparently, he did not.

“I’ve been wearing this the entire time you’ve been standing here and you’re just now seeing it? Ya know.. If I were easily offended, I could take offense to that. I happen to like it. And it belonged to my grandma Ginger.” I did a little twirl to sort of show off the costume, maybe rubbing it in just a little.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.. Bunnies are covered in fur and their noses wiggle, Charlotte. That is.. Fuck me, it is something, alright...” he was tugging at his hair again and gazing down at me and I succumbed to the fit of giggles that had been threatening to take over for at least a minute or two by this point.

Typical Steve… Getting so caught in a moment that he really doesn’t notice his surroundings until he does. Then he’s in sheer awe or shock.

“Anyway, I was in the middle of something.” Steve was trying to get whatever he was making an attempt to say out and I stood there, head tilted slightly, watching him and barely hiding the little smile I had as I did it. “You were, if you’d kindly just get to it.”

“Maybe we could do this outside? Where I can hear myself think?” Steve pleaded and I gave a nod. I honestly assumed he’d let me walk out. No. The next thing I know, I’m being scooped up and carried out the door of Billy Hargrove’s house and he didn’t put me down until we were standing beside his BMW.

“Better now?” I couldn’t hide my amusement at this point.

He stuck his tongue out at me and took a few long and shaky breaths, rubbing his face. “I think so, yeah. Okay. Now where was I?”

“Steve, c’mon. Just say whatever it is. This is me you’re talking to. I’ve known you since we were five. Out with it already.” I pleaded, toying with his shirt as he stopped pacing in favor of standing in front of me, staring down. Hungrily. His pupils were shot, almost blacking out the brown of his eyes. I gulped as I stared right back up at him, wondering if he was going to come out with whatever this was, my breath catching in my throat when his hips brushed right against my lower body and instead of moving away a little, Steve proceeded to step even closer, my back pressing right against the cold exterior of his car, the handle digging into my lower back just a little.

“Nancy was right.” Steve’s voice came out quietly, almost awestruck. I fidgeted slightly, my gaze dropping to the heels I was wearing briefly. He wasn’t having it, he reached out, fingers lightly gripping my chin as his face moved closer to mine all over again. “You’re the one I actually love. And I had no idea until Nancy, she…” he was talking faster now, almost as if he were afraid of what my reaction might be.

When what he was saying really hit me, I melted into him, going just a little clingy. “Yeah.. the last time we kind of argued… she threw that up at me too. Something about both of us being almost comically oblivious about things.” I agreed, the words coming quick, almost tumbling out one right on top of the other. I was a little shaky and I couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the way it felt pressing against him or the overwhelming realization we’d both just had.

When he rubbed against me lightly just to try and get even closer, I let out a ragged breath and looked up at him.

“Steve?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah, princess?” Steve muttered, his gaze fixing on my lips as his tongue slowly crawled along the outline of his mouth. His fingertips were digging into my hips now and I gasped when I felt him strained against dark jeans. It was distracting enough I couldn’t think straight.

“I wanna get out of here.” I barely managed to breathlessly respond.

“Me too.” his mouth brushed against the corner of mine lazily and his hands crept down my sides, squeezing when they stopped at my hips. I raised a leg, letting it settle on his hip and his hand left my hip to wander down and squeeze my thigh as he did it again, clumsily rocking himself right against me, drawing a whimper out of me.

“Where do you want to go?” Steve asked as he tilted my chin, guiding my gaze back up to him. “I just want to be alone with you…” he mumbled against my forehead, making me shiver at the way it felt when his lips brushed my skin. “Just wanna talk. Make up for lost time.” his words had me smiling a little, biting my lip and nodding in agreement. I did too. We had so much to talk about and straighten out. And I wanted cuddles. I wouldn’t mind many more kisses like the one we shared inside the party, either.

Among other things.

“Well, anywhere we go, I’m going to be sneaking back in.” I gave a soft giggle as I met his gaze and watched the smile grow.

“You went all bad girl on me, Charlie.”

“I most certainly did not. I’m protesting my curfew.”

“My house then? I mean, if you want to go. We’d actually be able to be alone. Not like here, with all these fucking people.”  Steve chuckled as he gave a half annoyed gesture back towards Billy’s crowded house. I blushed and looked up at him, nodding in agreement.

“Let’s just go.” I answered, letting him help me into the passenger seat of his car then gripping hold of his shirt and pulling him down into me, crashing my lips against his yet again. My mouth strayed, gingerly grazing against the side of his neck and he gave a quiet groan, his fingers digging into the back of my seat as he whined against my throat, “Charlotte, this isn’t getting us to my place.”

“I know but I couldn’t resist.” I answered, my eyes fluttering open and shut as I felt his teeth dig into my neck lightly. He smirked against my skin and finally pulled away, shutting the door to my side of the car in a hurry, then rushing around to the driver seat, getting in.

The drive to his house was quiet. The tension between us had shifted from awkward to heavy… filled with want. Things we hadn’t managed to say to each other just yet. Things we needed to say.

As we came to a stop beneath one of few redlights in town, his fingers skimmed my thighs, resting, squeezing a little as he looked over at me. I leaned in, my mouth crashing against his. His lips fell open and his tongue swept out, colliding with mine as his hand crept just a little higher and he breathed into the kiss, “This is okay, right?”

“Mhm.” I hummed against his mouth, squirming and rocking myself against the touch of his hand when it brushed against my velvet covered crotch. He growled quietly, his lips latching onto my bottom one, sucking until I could feel it aching and I was panting and begging, a squirmy whining mess in my seat.

“Want you so bad. So bad.” he muttered as he pulled away, staring at me with a lust filled gaze, letting out several drawn out and shaky breaths as if he were trying to calm himself down.

There was no calming me down at this point. I leaned across the console keeping us separate and gripped his jaw, pulling his mouth against mine. “You realize that to an extent, you’ve always had me, right?”

That smile, the bright goofy one, it crept to his mouth and he pulled back, just staring at me, our breathing all ragged and the windows of his car starting to fog up. He reached out and gripped my hips, guiding me over the console into his lap. His lips grazed my forehead and he mumbled softly against it, “You weren’t close enough.”

I looked up at him. “And now?”

“It’ll work until we finally manage to get inside.” Steve laughed softly, his hands at either side of my face, already leaning in for another kiss. I deepened it, my hand raising, my fingers catching in and tugging at thick hair. When he pouted against my mouth because I’d messed his hair up, I gave his top lip a playful nip and muttered with a quiet giggle, “You better get used to it.”

“You’re a lot bossier than I remember.” he mused, chuckling and adding as an afterthought, “ I kinda like it anyway.” about the way I just sort of carelessly played with his hair.

I rocked against his lap a little, getting bolder. Feeling the relief of everything being out in the open at last. His head fell back against the seat’s headrest and he groaned, bucking up into me from below, his hands skimming over my body, not staying in one place too long. His mouth breaking from mine to drag slowly down my throat and neck, briefly catching my earlobe. “We should really get inside.” he half groaned against the shell of my ear as his lips started to stray gently down the side of my neck all over again, latching on here and there, leaving marks behind.

I pulled back and rocked myself against him, giving a pout as I begged quietly, “Please?”

“Ya mean that’s a word you actually know, Charlotte?” Steve teased gently as he opened the door to the car and stepped out, stopping to adjust his grip on me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and his mouth met mine all over again as he made his way up the walkway leading into his house. My back met the front door with a quiet smack and I climbed out of his arms, making him pout at me as my fingers toyed with the buttons on his black shirt, finally just pulling it open and sending a dusting of buttons plinking quietly against concrete. He chuckled quietly, watching a button settle and then his eyes were fixed firmly back on mine. And before I could even get a word out or take another breath, I was back in his arms and he was unlocking the door with as much haste as he could, his mouth latched onto mine as we stepped through the door and into the living room of his house.

His hand shot out, feeling the wall for the light switch without bothering to break the ongoing kiss. I could feel my lips swelling and the more I rubbed against him and whimpered, the more he growled quietly into my mouth. He finally found the light switch and my back met the couch. I reached up, trying to pull him down to my level and he chuckled when I pulled too hard and we wound up a tangle of limbs on the couch, faces bumping when we went back in for a kiss at the same time.

“Ouch. Your nose is pointy.” Steve laughed against my mouth.

“And? Yours is pointier, Steve.” I giggled. Our foreheads met and he bit his lip, staring down at me intently. A finger raising to catch gently in the necklace around my neck. The smile grew, softening as soon as he realized exactly what the necklace was.

It was a locket he’d gotten me when we were kids. Back before popularity and ‘eww, a girl can’t be your best friend. If she is, you must like her..” came into play. He got it for me on a birthday. I’d put a picture of my dad in one side and a picture of my grandparents in the other and the locket literally never left my neck, despite me keeping it hidden most of the time. It was the first truly nice thing anyone who wasn’t in my family had done and I guess after I put the pictures of people I loved the most inside, it made it easy for me to not take it off.

“You still have this?” his words came out in tender gasps against my mouth, then my throat. “I figured you probably put it away.” his hands were roaming back down my body all over again, squeezing my hips and making me rub against him. I drew a sharp gasp and bit my lip, staring up at him as I shook my head. My fingers carded his scalp, tugging at his hair and he groaned, bucking against me a little, both of us stopping to catch our breath.

My hand lowered, toying with the waistband of his pants and he stared at me. Our eyes locked and I muttered quietly, “I don’t want to stop.” as I unbuttoned his pants and then unzipped them, fingers shaky as I tugged pants and underwear down at the same time. Steve kicked them off after kicking off his shoes and after letting his eyes roam over me slowly, licking his lips,he breathed out against my throat, “Me either.”  an arm going beneath me as he rocked against me more slowly, his fingers searching for the zip to the back of the bodysuit. When he finally found it, he gave a quiet and triumphant laugh, tugging at the zip eagerly as his mouth latched onto my throat and I sat up a little bit, leaning into him, wiggling out of the bodysuit as best as I could until he stopped me, shaking his head. “I’m supposed to do that, babe. Let me.”

He took his time, lowering the bodysuit until my breath was coming in short gasps and I was pleading for more, scooting closer to him, just trying to push for any more friction than I was currently getting. When he got the bodysuit down to my hips, I slipped off the couch, slowly wiggling the body suit down to my ankles, slowly kicking it free. I bent down, pulling off the impossibly high heels and Steve sat there, eyes glued to my body, biting his lip and bucking against air as he whistled quietly and rubbed his chin. My hands roamed down my body, fingertips lingering lazily in a pair of black panties but he was on his feet, moving towards me in a split second, his hand brushing mine out of the way. He started to step closer, making me step back until my knees brushed the back of the couch and then I found myself on my back again, Steve positioning himself between my legs, staring up at me with lust blown eyes as he worked the clasps free from the garters that held my stockings in place and connected them to my panties.

“What the hell were you thinkin, wearing this out tonight?” His eyes met mine as he asked the question, daring to lower his head and dance his lips against my upper thigh. It sent a shiver down my body and I whimpered as my head fell back.

“Honest answer?” I asked breathlessly.

“I’d prefer it, yeah.” Steve answered, waiting expectantly. He made it really clear that I was not getting out of giving an answer.

With a few shaky breaths and my eyes fluttering shut for a second as he placed more kitten licks against my skin, I finally managed to answer “I wanted to look hot. And rub your face in it.”

“Even though you came with Byers to pick up Nancy…” Steve stared down at me, smirking a little as things began to click into place a lot better. “Oh.. Oh… So all that sarcasm was what? An act?”

“Nancy’s my best friend. I couldn’t hurt her, okay? I thought she...I thought she loved you and you guys were happy or whatever… So yeah.” I answered honestly, catching his gaze. It was the truth, now that I was finally allowing myself to admit it. Sure, I’d been hurt by Steve back then, but then he and Nancy started dating and I just… couldn’t deal with it. So I blamed the pain. Just to keep myself from feeling things again.

A desperate attempt to keep him at arms length.

“And now?” Steve eyed me, waiting on an answer. Since we were getting it all out, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I took a deep breath and a few seconds and finally, I spoke up to answer. “Now things might be different… Better. At least I hope they can be?” I bit my lip and answered quietly, reaching up to pull his mouth down to mine. Steve nipped at my lips until I could feel them swell on impact.

“Much better. I promise, babe.” Steve reassured me as he rose up again, working the fishnets down my legs. I wiggled them off my feet and they settled on the living room floor. Then he was back at it, intently focused on just how slowly he could peel down my panties. Just how much he could make me whimper and beg for him to hurry while locking eyes with me, a teasing gleam in his eyes.

I dragged my fingers through his hair as he lowered his head, his lips lazily settling on my lower abdomen stopping mid lick  just as he got my panties down my thigh to gaze back up at me and lick his lips.

“Steve, c’mon… Please?” I begged.

He took a deep breath, lowering himself even more, arms hooking beneath my legs, spreading me open wider. My legs settled over each of his shoulders and I shivered and giggled softly as I felt his mouth roaming up my calves. By the time he reached the sides of my knees, I was biting my lip and trying to squirm beneath him and I could feel myself getting wetter with each little kitten lick and gentle nip against the surface of my skin. I could hear his breath catch in his throat and he glanced up at me, licking his lips before lowering his mouth again, the soft groan shattering the air as his tongue rolled right up my center in one broad stripe. My fingers curled in the leather couch, desperately trying to find anything to clutch hold of as his lips locked over my clit and I felt him starting to suck and lick. My toes curling as my hips arched upward under his muttered command and my head fell back even further, despite my best efforts to stay at least partially upright to watch him.

“So sweet.” he muttered against my dripping and aching core, his tongue circling my clit one last time before slowly moving downward, two fingers slipping into me deep, working me open and scissoring gently, massaging. His tongue plunged deep inside and my whimpers and moans came almost breathless as I felt my insides tensing, the ache that had settled in a while ago only building further. I rocked my hips against his mouth and fingers and he growled against my core, teeth grazing against, the sucking and wet sounds of his mouth competing with my quiet whimpers, moans and gasps. The harder I tried to curl my toes or grip the couch, the more futile it proved to actually be. I was finally resorting to resting my hand on the top of his head, fingers tugging at his hair. I tensed a little more and he stopped to lock eyes with me, his lips and chin glistening with my juices, licking his lips slowly. “Let go, babe.”

I didn’t need any further urging. The orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaky and moaning his name over and over as I raised a hand and dragged it through my hair. My mouth fell open and I had a hard time catching my breath for a solid few seconds. Steve was pulling himself up my body and leaning in for a kiss. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him down closer to me, my mouth meeting his hungrily, a quiet moan at the taste of myself on his lips. Then as the kiss broke, I pulled back, nodding to the way his cock stood at attention. I licked my lips slowly and reached out, pushing him back, lightly straddling him. His hands caught on my body, digging and scraping and when my mouth left his to work down the front of his throat slowly, he arched against me, making me hiss as his cock grazed right between my folds gently. “Babe?”

“My turn now, Steve.” I drawled quietly as my tongue danced over his chest, then in a line down his abdomen. His fingers caught in my hair and when my lips caught on the tip of his cock, tongue rolling across slowly, savoring the taste of him as it filled my mouth, he whimpered. I glanced up at him, biting my lip and making my way back up to lean down and press my mouth against his, pulling us deep into another kiss that didn’t end until neither of us could breathe properly. The entire time, I could feel his cock nudging against my throbbing cunt and I whined against his lips “Steve, it’s my turn.”

“I’m not stopping you.” he teased, that lazy grin coming with ease as we locked eyes. I poked out my tongue at him and he raised a hand, catching hold of my jaw, guiding my mouth back to his as he muttered quietly, “Kissing you is probably going to be an addiction.”

“I’m not complaining.” I mused breathlessly as I started to crawl back down him again, settling between his legs, lowering my head. When I took his length deep in my mouth, my tongue rolling slowly over the entire length, he gripped my hair tighter, bucking his hips against my mouth gently. “Fuck.” he groaned, a warning tone to his voice as he reached down, tilting my head to make me stop. “Easy, princess.” he groaned out shakily. I bit my lip and nodded before locking my lips around his length again, the suction causing a quiet pop as I worked my mouth over every single inch. Steve was really starting to squirm and finally, I felt him tugging at my hair as he cleared his throat. When I looked up, catching my breath, he gripped my jaw again, guiding my mouth to his.

“C’mon up here, princess.” Steve reached down to the spot his pants landed at on the living room floor and after blindly digging in a pocket while not breaking the kiss, he held up a foil covered square, ripping at the corner with his teeth and spitting the torn edge out. I reached out, my hand circling his, guiding the condom into my own hand and I pulled it out of it’s packaging, giving a soft giggle. Steve bit his lip and leaned up and in slightly, muttering a soft, “What am I gonna do with you, hm?” as he gave me a gentle and loving kiss that deepened to a point where neither of us were breathing on their own anymore as it began to break. I worked the condom down over his length, giving a gentle pump or two after I finished, making him buck against my hand and start to whine as he pulled me back up his body, into his lap.

I sank down on his cock, a quiet whimper leaving my lips as I felt myself being stretched out and split in two. My hands raised, one going to the hair at the nape of his neck and the other to his shoulders, my fingertips digging in lightly as I stayed still and let myself get used to the way he felt inside me.

His hands gripped my hips and his mouth crashed against mine, his teeth tugging at my lower lip in the heat of a messy kiss. He started to pump me up and down, bucking into me from below and I moaned loud enough that it echoed in the nearly silent house.

“Ah, fuck.. Steve. Faster.” I begged breathlessly, but my begging seemed to fall on deaf ears as Steve seemed to be determined on fucking into me long, slow and deep drives. His mouth strayed from mine, little kitten licks and nips against my skin as his mouth marched down the front of my throat. His hands left my hips, moving up the curve of my body, stopping at the sides of my tits, squeezing them together as he dove his mouth down, letting it lazily latch onto my nipple and started to fuck into me from below just a little faster. I whimpered and rocked my hips back and forth, making him grip me even tighter, his movements growing a little jerky, a lot faster. “Charlotte, whoa.. Slower, baby. I’m gonna blow.” he warned, his voice a husky purr against my skin as he fixed pleading eyes on me.

But I couldn’t stop. Another orgasm was building with each deeper drive. I trie dto slow down, peppering his face and lips with little kisses and nipping at his neck, sucking to leave a mark or two behind. My head fell back as I continued to bounce up and down on his cock, getting faster and faster. By the time I really felt myself tensing up all over and the orgasm threatening to take over at any second, his hips stuttered and his cock bottomed out, striking against my spot a time or two that literally almost had me seeing stars. “Steve, p-please. Don’t you dare stop.”

“Oh, I’m not planning on it, princess. I kind of can’t.” Steve continued to plow into me from below, holding my hips hard enough to leave light bruising behind. His other hand wandered up, tangling in the back of my hair, giving a few gentle tugs that sent me whimpering and moaning as my orgasm shattered through at his quietly urging, “C’mon, princess.. Ride me. Get it all out. Wanna.. Wanna feel you, oh god.” and his lips really latched onto my neck, just below my earlobe. I felt my walls clench around his length, continued bouncing up and down on his cock, slowing down just a little as I clutched at his chest and dug my fingers into his shoulders and my head fell back. 

My orgasm shattered through me a second time and I moaned his name over and over. Steve chuckled and leaned up to mumble against my skin “Ready for me?” after a few minutes of letting me ride out the high of my orgasm and I nodded, going clingy and melting against him. He smoothed his hands over my hair and muttered quietly, “There you go, baby.. Just hold on to me.” as he directed my mouth towards his and swallowed up my moans and whimpers in a long and slow kiss as he started to really fuck into me from below, striking right against my spot a time or two, making me really moan as I held on. The kiss broke just as I could feel him throbbing, filling the condom and making me wet all over again.

His forehead pressed against mine as we both clung to each other, trying to catch our breath. He muttered softly against my mouth, “I heard your stomach growl… Want anything?”

“Just to stay like this a little longer.” I yawned lazily, leaning against him, practically molded to his body.

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Until very recently, I lived most of my four years in Sin City a few blocks from Las Vegas Boulevard and while there really is a lot The Strip has to offer, more on that later, I would always prefer to get away from the tourists and the traffic and the blinding Ed Hardy get-ups and head downtown to Fremont East. Let’s keep it real, this is where the cool kids congregate and where some of the most fun, unique places this city has to offer are located. I suggest starting your evening at Bar + Bistro, home of monthly vintage bike night, for some tapas and sangria before making your way down Fremont Street to pop in and out of fun bars while making witty, flirtatious and, most importantly, funny banter. From the bar where you sometimes wish everyone didn’t know your name and your ex wasn’t permanently parked at the bar, The Griffin, to one of the best places to drink a beer and listen to live music, The Beauty Bar, to a place you can play your favorite arcade game while sipping on a vodka tonic, Insert Coins, to the only place in town I know of where you can get on a teeter-totter with your date, Park, the bars on Fremont East have it all. And if I could find a guy who would take me to my favourite piano bar, Don’t Tell Mama, he would pretty much have my heart forever. Image via LinksmanJD on Flickr.

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For a romantic date in Vegas, I suggest taking your special someone to The Strip for a delicious dinner and then out to a show. One thing we have an abundance of here in Las Vegas is a plethora of fine dining options. But, beware, plenty of these options also come with a hefty price tag. Luckily, many restaurants here offer a pre-fixe menu with smaller, more affordable alternatives to their regular priced entrees. Some of my favorite meals I’ve ever had have been here on The Strip. For Japanese cuisine, and a meal that will still make your mouth water two years later just thinking about it, try Shibuya. I still dream about the rock shrimp tempura and the Kobe beef. Another favorite is Nove at the Palms. The dinner I had there is still imprinted on my heart and the view alone is worth the visit. Wherever you choose to dine for your special night, if you give it a quick ten minutes search of the best new restaurants on The Strip, you’ll find just the right one and definitely won’t be disappointed. Trust me. After dinner, I suggest taking in one of the Cirque du Soleil shows. You know I’m still waiting for someone to take me to see Michael Jackson ONE, but you really can’t go wrong with the Beatles LOVE. You’ll leave holding hands, singing songs and believing that all you need is, in fact, love. Image via lmundy202 on Flickr.

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For a fun and adventurous date, it would be fun to head back down to Fremont during the day for a swim at my favorite hotel, The Golden Nugget. There, you will find the most magical pool you’ve ever seen. Don’t believe me? TripAdvisor once listed The Tank as the only US pool in their Top Ten Most Amazing Hotel Pools in the World list. This is where you can slide through a glass-enclosed aquarium with sharks. Yes, you read that right. Look into it here. While you’re down on Fremont, take your date on a zipline through the Fremont Street Experience. These rides will be offered again in the fall. Another adventurous activity is a trek to Red Rock Canyon to check out the petroglyphs. Last, but not least, if you’re looking for an adventurous and very memorable date in Vegas, I suggest a helicopter ride over The Strip at night. An added bonus would be to softly play Kanye West’s “All of the Lights” in the background because, in this town, it is Vegas everywhere we are. Image via LinksmannJD on Flickr

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[thebirthbysleep]

𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 - 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀.

the calling of the sea is like a chant, one which you respond to in your wake, one which sends you into a spiral of confusion yet curiosity. the calling of the sea sends you diving out of your bed sheets and towards your window where you yell to respond, the waves crashing and waving you in. the calling of the sea, as some pirates call it, is stronger than any siren’s song.

it was the calling of the sea that made her rise from her bed, tremble through the dark hallways where all the candles had gone out, and onto the deck she previously hated stepping into. and she would then fall forward, climbing up the steps to the edge, fingers wrapping around the railings.

under pale moonlight, din responded to the call with a mere tilt of the head, wondering if it was a voice she heard only in her head. maybe it was poseidon’s playful doing, a sea god who had messed with her many times and has never once shown any regret. knowing her fear of the ocean, she thought it could be a taunt until she noticed no harm came to her. no immediate harm, at least.

moments ago she was in her bed, sleeping. and yes, she’d slept for a century, yet somnia had coaxed her to accept this state of usual serenity and let the dreams come to her or leave her be, letting her rest and prepare for the new day that would come at the break of dawn.

and now she was outside whereas the others were most likely fast asleep, tucked on their warm blankets, dreaming gold or love or food. what was she doing out here, chasing after this voice that stopped calling for her after her ascent?

in the distance, however, din thought she caught the sight of a glint that couldn’t exist unless if there was land ahead. yet on this clear night, she saw no shadow of an undiscovered island, no lights of a port. only a faint, red glint, like stumbling across a ruby in a sea of gold.

what was it, a flicker of thunder from a storm in the distance? a god casting a spell on an unfortunate trespasser, or were they seriously heading into dangerous territory with absolutely no awareness to it? din stood there, gripping onto the edge, tied in between ignoring it or calling for help.

“ you found it. ”

“ jesus christ! ”.

din let out a startled yelp, taking a couple of steps back only to recognize the captain staring so curiously at her as if he hadn’t shaken every fiber of her being with his abrupt appearance. she held a hand over her chest, embarrassed for her reaction yet irritated for the lack of a warning. “ sorry, old habits die hard ”, he murmured and watched her as she moved back to the edge. “ but you found it. i was wondering if i was the only one who saw it. ”

“ found what? if you’re talking about that red glint, could just be lightning, maybe your uncle is mad-- ”.

theseus shook his head, “ --that’s ares’s star. the red star? usually it’s up in the sky yet given how far away it is, it looks to be on the horizon. it stands out for its color, obviously, but also for its oxymoronic meaning. ”

anything tied with ares is often bitter, mad, partially insane. the children of the war god were too violent for their own good and usually would cover the fields with blood if it meant getting what they wanted. it would be funny to think that this red star, whatever its meaning was, was pleasant, or something not war or pain related.

“ what? is there a romantic tone to seeing it? ”.

theseus might have blushed but din certainly didn’t see it, not in this darkness. “ n-not quite, it’s more of a celebratory symbol. it’s a sign of friendship and allegiance. apparently, soldiers used to see it and thought ares was blessing them before a battle. so they celebrated the night before they left ”, din listened, theseus was rather good at explaining things. he had the voice for it. “ i thought i could wake the crew for some rum but only if you’ll join us. ”

din narrowed her eyes, “ i’m not a party-person, captain. you should asking dionysus’s children. ”

“ i knew you would say that. but it wouldn’t feel like a celebration if there’s someone grumbling in the background. ”

“ you’re confusing me for daeva. ”

theseus’s laugh was music to her ears. a playful sea shanty, or perhaps a tale of a flirtatious bard who would capture the hearts of any heart-broken, curious listener. the nymph tried not to dwell on it too much but it was quite hard, given how pretty it was. a siren’s song, as rosé liked to call it. if din heard any more, she might start falling.

“ what are you two laughing about? ”.

din turned at rosé’s voice, trying not to wince when an arm went over her shoulder. she was welcomed by her sweet grin and the floral fragrance almost identical to her mother’s, a truly hypnotic scent that would drive witnesses wild. thankfully, din was unfazed, mind still lingering on her captain’s laugh. “ oh! red star! should i call marc for a quick song? ”, the girl asked.

“ and griffin for some rum. i’m quite in the mood of a party ”, theseus said and the two pirates split up to get things ready, whilst din remained a little lost on what to do, and so returned her attention to the red star ares had cursed her with tonight. ares, a man known for his brutality, didn’t really care for her too much, yet he knew just how to get on her nerves.

cursing me with music and rum, thought the nymph. you owe me one, old man.

a party soon formed in the main deck, din sat atop the quarterdeck with a curious glint in her eyes, pulsing like the red star that had fallen over them tonight. even somnia had risen from her room with a yawn, her eyes opening wide for the first time and smile appearing as the lute was plucked.

there were many instruments aboard the ship, from what could see. a lute, a lyre, a flute, a drum. all playing independently given the command of apollo’s particularly sunny son. marcato hasn’t looked this happy in a long time, he had even taken rosé by the hand and started dancing with the playful, rosy girl.

cheeks were red, lips were pink and hearts were singing songs which din hasn’t heard before. she watched and listened, sensing an unfamiliar sensation of a smile pricking at her own lips, a reflex reaction to seeing these young demi-gods dancing under a clear night sky, candles lit, instruments playing, and swings of dance and rum going all around.

sephtis, who had been quiet all night, suddenly rose from his seat on top of a gunpowder crater and caught the eyes of the nymph. she recognized that look instantly and started shaking her head. “ no, i’m not letting you sleep until you dance at least once ”, he said, walking over to the stairs of the quarterdeck. he was probably expecting din to hiss at him like a cat. “ din! ”.

“ i don’t dance, sephtis. i might actually step on your toes inste-- sephtis! ”.

he grasped her wrist and basically pulled her down from the quarterdeck onto the main one where spirits were higher and laughter never stopped. they danced and jumped and gleamed; bright heroes who didn’t care what tomorrow brought so long as they lived in this moment, where nothing was coming to harm them, where they were blessed by ares’s rare patience and celebrated luck and joy.

din was hauled into the bodies of dancers without a clue on how to join in until she squealed as rosé linked their arms and skipped, turning to the side and then skipping. a constant changing of arms and jumping, too much exercise for a slow creature like this nymph. “ come on, din! live a little! maybe you need a little rum to get that body of your moving! ”, the girl cheered, shaking the girl by the shoulders. “ loosen up, i won’t rest until you’re up and dancing. ”

she felt a pair of hands grasp her shoulders from behind. “ she’s right, you know. nymphs are supposed to all carefree and stuff. you should have at least one dancing bone in that body of yours ”, griffin stated, and din wanted to counter it with something deprecating.

until she realized how harmful that would be.

tonight, when the spirits were high and when everyone was moving and singing, gifted by ares and dionysus’s antics, she didn’t want to be spoiling the mood with her sour puss of a mouth. nobody she have to become a victim of her frequent misery.

perhaps the smiles and light emanating from these demi-gods caused her to stop and really think of her words. she noticed rosé look at her with concerned eyes. “ but if you’re tired, you could head down, i don’t mind. i thought it would just be nice with a nymph ”, she mumbled through a pout.

how on earth was din going to disapprove or dismiss that?

din didn’t get much time to think before someone was hooking arms with her again and pulling her into the dance and she found herself following. like a breeze breathing life back into a hot, desolate place, din moved along with music. music and nymphs were the best of friends back in the grotto, the grotto which she called home and couldn’t wait to return to.

at first, she skipped and spun with rosé again, complaining about the steps and laughing as she missed a couple of beats until her thoughts began to clear. it was no longer about getting it right, it became about whether she would feel that rush of happiness as she did it. and that sensation came with every step, body twirling and skipping and turning and clapping and spinning along with the music of pirates.

it was perhaps the most beautiful orchestra of all; the plucks of the instruments, the roaring laughter, the squeals of missed steps, the clinking of rum bottles, the clapping of hands. they danced as if the sea would engulf them tomorrow. din couldn’t tell you of the things she heard or saw, as it all came in a flash that rendered her too content to notice.

they would switch partners often, joining hands with a new dancer who would be just as excited to be united with you for a couple of joyful seconds. it was almost like being back home, holding and swinging with the hands of a fellow kin who couldn’t be happier in sharing these moments with you, in that grotto, with the waters and the leaves, with the music and the perfume of the flowers dancing with you.

at the end of a song, din caught somnia in her arms when the young woman missed just a step and tumbled forward. there was a roar of laughter, din beaming and rubbing the sleeping beauty’s back to ensure she was okay, continuing to hold her as she grounded herself through breathless chortles.

“ daeva, you haven’t gotten up to dance once yet ”, din said as she approached him. the others had sunk into a barrel of laughter whilst griffin was telling an engaging story. she stood beside the son of hades and hummed. “ i thought i was the sour puss. ”

“ i’m not in the mood. all of this makes me miserable, i prefer peace and quiet ”, he grunted through gritted teeth. the nymph blinked and took a few steps closer to him. before resting her elbow on his shoulder and peering down at his confused expression. “ what now? ”.

din smiled, “ one dance, prince of darkness, and then i’ll leave you alone. ”

“ over my dead body. ”

“ fun. your dad can bring you back and i’ll continue to ask. ”

daeva glared at her through the corner of his eyes and didn’t react as she flicked his chin and pulled back, taking a seat beside his miserable self to be of some company. she was just like him twenty minutes ago and through some encouragement, she was now having the time of her life. “ would you rather i told you a bedtime story? ”, she asked, resting her face in her hands.

“ i’d prefer it if you were quiet, i like you when you’re quiet. ”

din smirked, her tone taunting. “ you like me regardless, daeva. i think you’ll like me even more after you dance with me. ”

she held his gaze for a good minute, sticking her tongue out playfully and trying not to seem totally surprised when she saw a clue of what appeared to be a smile on his lips, a ghost of a smile. but she saw it, and she was going to give him so much hell, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

but not tonight. she instead rose her gaze back up to the stars, looking for ares’s red spark but didn’t see it until she looked towards the pirates. they were gathered, laughing, cursing, enjoying their adventure. as if their attention wasn’t settled on gold. as if they weren’t going to encounter dangers tomorrow. as if they weren’t being chased by multiple navies at once.

the red star watched over them, din barely caught it but it was there, glinting, smiling at her or perhaps glaring. a reminder. that these nights don’t come all the time, and although she had just started to loosen up, she could not let it go and the party was not over. she would not rest when she still had millions of waking cells in her body to keep the fire burning.

someone stood upright beside her, she turned her head and came face-to-face with the magical eyes of hecate’s son. “ are you tired already, my lady? i thought you were just getting started ”, he teased.

“ i was. tried to get the little prince over there to budge but i can try another day ”, she giggled slightly, hearing daeva grumble behind her.

sephtis offered her a hand, “ then let’s dance again, pretty nymph. ”

din, with her gloved hand, grasped sephtis’s cold one eagerly. her eyes burned for another dance, her body aching for something exciting, something daring, something magical. the smile that caught up with her stretched from ear to ear as she looked at him and said, “ let’s. ”

under tonight’s red sky, red memories birthed. new memories. reminding din that she didn’t have to be the person she was, but she could be who she was now.

and she therefore decided, unfortunately, that she owed ares a lot.

[marlynnofmany]

Becalmed

674 words of silliness.  Enjoy.

***

Connor tapped buttons on the console and shook his head.  “That’s it for the propulsion,” he said.  “Looks like we’re drifting until further notice.”

“There’s a shipping route close by, right?” Dan wanted to know.  

Emily peered over Connor’s shoulder.  “At least the life support is solid.”  She clapped him on the back.  “Time for drinks!”  With a smile, she disappeared into the hall.

Connor assured Dan that yes, merchant ships would be passing by regularly, and it wouldn’t be long before someone came to help them out.

Emily returned with bottles, straws, and a gleam in her eye.  “No questions,” she announced, passing them out.  “The best games for when you’re becalmed in space are all played in zero gravity.  Zip your pockets and get ready.”

Connor did so with a smile, Dan with a worried look.  Emily dialed down the artificial gravity and lifted off the floor.  

“Now who here wants to bet they can drink a floating ball of whiskey the fastest?” she asked, opening a bottle.  

The competition was fierce.  Emily had the advantage, with the experience of many becalmed adventures on her previous ship, but Connor held his own.  When Dan got over his general nervousness (approximately three shots in), he proved to be a worthy competitor.  Whiskey splashed clothes and walls.  They managed to keep it away from the control console and the vents, though there were a few close calls.  

“We need music,” Connor said from the ceiling, with the false steadiness of someone who is trying to convince themselves that they’re not drunk.  “Know any good becalmed songs?”

Emily lit up.  “Do I!”  She shoved her bottle into a wall strap and pushed off toward the door.  “I jus’ thought of something!  B’right back!”  It took a couple of tries to leave the room, rebounding off walls in a way that made them all giggle, then she was out in the hallway and the door slid shut.

Dan spun lazily in the air.  “Whaddaya think she’s getting?” he asked.

“Dunno,” Connor said.  “Maybe rum.”

“Ooh, rum.”

But it wasn’t rum that Emily fumbled her way back in with.  It was an accordion.  Small, plastic, and bright red, it was clearly something she’d picked up at the last Earth tech swap station.  

“Time for space shanties!” Emily announced, hooking a leg into a wall strap and positioning her fingers.  “Got any requests?”

Dan tried to stop spinning.  “Can you actually play that?”

Emily grinned.  “Nope!  But that’s never stopped me before!”  The instrument made a musical wheeze.  She took a deep breath.  “OHHH what do you do with a drunken spacer?”

Connor joined in, followed by Dan.  The sounds from the accordion could have been called music, if one was charitable.  Or extremely drunk.  

They had gone through many songs about sailing and drinking, and had wandered into lowbrow humor from their childhoods, when the console chimed with an approaching ship.

“Oh hey!” Connor said.  He pulled himself hand over hand over to the controls.  “Hello out there!”

A viewscreen blinked to life with the face of a serious-looking bug alien whose race none of the humans could remember the name of.  “Greetings,” the alien said.  “Do you require assistance?”

“Yes please,” Connor said, drifting upside down in the viewing field.  “Wouldjoo mind towing us t’ the nearest station?  We’re stuck.”

Dan floated past.  “And drunk!”

Emily giggled in the background.  “And drunk,” she agreed, wheezing the accordion.  

The alien conferred briefly with another, then agreed to give them a tow.  The transmission shut off.  A different sensor beeped as a tractor beam locked on.  The three humans cheered as the ship began moving toward civilization.

“We should prob’ly turn the gravity back on,” Connor said, doing his best to sit in a chair.

Emily waved a hand.  “Pssht.  We got time.”

Dan stood on his head and poked at the floor.  “They probably think we’re weird.”

Emily grinned.  “They would be right.”  She launched into another song on the accordion, and the others joined in.  

[ritchieblackless]

I was tagged by the awesome @rogers-wateringcan also... what kind of medieval torture method is this?

50 (yes fifty!!) Things You’ve Never Been Asked…. Let’s lighten the mood & have some fun! I always enjoy reading these and seeing a quick glimpse into my friend’s lives. (Just copy this & change the answers 😁)

1- What is the colour of your hairbrush?

Red... metallic red.

2- Name a food that you never eat.

Turkish

3- Are you typically too warm or too cold?

*sighs* This is weird but I'm typically too cold because I have to, I'll explain: If my hands are a bit warm or too warm means i'm dying of heat... but if my hands are as cold as ice, I'm perfectly fine... yeah weird.

4-What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Playing acoustic guitar.

5-What is your favourite candy bar?

I don't know, maybe all

6-Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

I stinks in sports

7-What is the last thing you said out loud?

'Sorry' to my guitar because I accidentally hit him.

8-What is your favourite ice cream?

Cookies and Cream

9-What was the last thing you had to drink?

Coke

10- Do you like your wallet? (What kind of question is that??)

I don't have one... I use backpacks and pockets.

11-What was the last thing you ate?

Brown rice

12-Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

No... obvious reasons

13-The last sporting event you watched?

Last Boca Juniors match (Is an Argentinian football team)

14-What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?

Sweet

15- Who is the last person you sent a message to?

my sister

16-Ever been camping?

Never

17-Do you take vitamins?

Yessss

18-Do you go to church every Sunday?

Nononono I mean, I tried because I used to have religious friends and I wanted to be good with them but with the time I discovered that I was such a satan-rebellious thing

19-Do you have a tan?

No, 'cause I have a very fragile skin and I burn every time inested of tanning.

20-Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?

No, I prefer Pizza and I prefer Japanese food.

21-Do you drink your soda with a straw?

Who in the world does that?

22-What colour socks do you usually wear?

A pretty ones, with Disney characters.

23-Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

No, but my boyfriend does.

24-What terrifies you?

Fail... and the darkness.

25-Look to your left, what do you see?

My guitar and a ghost... I'm joking.

26-What chore do you hate most?

Emmm I don't know... all :)

27-What do you think of when you hear Australian accent?

OHMYGOD MARRY ME AND TALK TO ME ALL DAY...

28-What's your favourite soda?

All... with flavour

29-Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive?

Fast food.

30-What is your favourite number?

I don't have one... It used to be 6 but since Ginger's death is not anymore.

31-Who's the last person you talked to?

Mom

32-Favourite cut if beef?

All >:)

33-Last song you listened to?

Hard Lovin' Man- Deep Purple

34-Last book you read?

Le Spleen de Paris- Charles Baudelaire

35-Favourite day of the week?

Ruby Tuesday

36-Can you say the alphabet backwards?

Yes

37-How do you like your coffee?

*Steve Marriott singing in the background* blAAAAACK COFFEE

38-Favourite pair of shoes?

Texan boots or boots in general... Converse boots, Vans boots etc.

39-The time you normally get up?

9:00 and 10:30 am

40-What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

Sunrise... it's always better

41-How many blankets on your bed?

Just one

42-Describe your kitchen plates.

White with name of foods in the edges

43-Describe your kitchen at the moment?

Clean... surprisingly

44-Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink?

Whiskey and Rum... it's like water for me.

45-Do you play cards?

Of fucking course... my life is based on playing cards

46-What colour is your car?

I don't have

47-Can you change a tire?

Yess yesyes (ironically i don't have car but I know how to do it)

48-Your favourite state?

Mmm i don't know I never remember them

49-Favourite job you've had?

Oh well, In Argentina I used to work in a company named Lalo y Cia. They do entertainment (Magic, fancy dresses, birthday parties, weddings etc) and I used to dress up in a Fox costume or a Bird and play with the kids and make them laugh. And that company, every year, does an expo for kids and sometimes I was in charge (in a high charge) so I dressed up like a dark princess or something like that to sympathize with the kids, drawing with them... a lovely job.

50-How did you get your biggest scar?

My wrist got caught in a sharp wire and I cut myself from the palm of my hand to the wrist.

I'm sorry @lovely-menza @thespiritofvexation @loveisaburningthing @missus-beastly

[theteaisaddictive]

It just hit me in a flash that i never asked for your thoughts/rankings of the Cats 2019 soundtrack. Please forgive my ignorance and bestow the gift of your wisdom upon us

i have been caught in a whirlwind of events, which is why i have not responded sooner, but i’m currently home sick so what better excuse is there to wax evangelical (evan . . . jellicle??) about the cats movie soundtrack than this precise moment

i. jellicle songs for jellicle cats

i mean. well. first things first, it was recorded in advance (i assume that the 90s version was a live recording, but i could be wrong here) so of course it is going to sound awkward and stilted. this is nothing compared to how awkward and unnatural it is to see a bunch of actors naked save for cgi fur and ken-doll-like crotches singing and . . . uh, i think they’re dancing? -- around the white cat victoria, who did not have nearly so big a part from what i can digest of the 90s youtube clips. my favourite part has to be the fucking techno beat though. god damn. party on, you funky little abominations.

ii. the naming of cats/the invitation to the jellicle ball

yes, i will be smushing the exposition-related songs together unless i feel like separating them. this is my life, these are my choices. idk, it was fine?? i guess? munkustrap (aka The Main Cat Who Isn’t Victoria or Judi Dench and Quite Frankly Deserved Better Because He Was Giving This Performance His All) kind of just says the naming instead of it being a company-wide thing. they did not include bombalurina or demeter’s names in the naming, and this was the point at which i realised that the big name stars were not, in fact, going to lounge around in the background for the entirety of the play like they do in the musical. :(

the invitation also sees my Sweet Boy mr mistoffelees get his first solo line, which is good bc i fell in love with his sweet little face over the course of the film, and bad bc it marks the start of the absurd victoria/mr mistoffelees subplot which i am convinced was put in because of course a plotless weirdmageddon like cats needs a romantic subplot

iii. the old gumbie cat

something that needs mentioning is that idris elba shows up as macavity at various points in-between songs. i’m pretty sure he shows up for the first time here and like, tries to lure victoria away?? i think?? anyway it obviously does not work bc unfortunately we are stuck with victoria for the entire film, so onto the gumbie cat song we go.

what can i say about the rebel wilson song that hasn’t already been said. she unzips her skin. the cockroaches are uncanny in the extreme. there are slater-sized mice played by children. there is no funky tap routine, or if there is it was erased from my mind by the frequent awkward gaps in which rebel wilson attempted to be funny. dear god. 

iv. the rum tum tugger

miiiiilllllkk

ok, ok, fine. jason derulo gave a fun, lively performance and didn’t even have the decency to do a bad english accent, which means there is at least one song which i have to genuinely like and can’t just like ironically. but also miiiiillllkkk why is there a milk bar in london which is perfectly cat-sized whyyyy. 

v. grizabella

i am going to be honest. i think that this song appeared later in the movie, but the soundtrack only lists ‘highlights’ so it doesn’t appear in the track list. idk what to say. there are some girl cats (unnamed, although i think they have names in the stage version) who are mean to grizabella and then they say that she started working for macavity?? i’m not sure if this does or does not imply that he became her pimp, although he certainly has the coat and hat for it, which only raises more questions which i dare not put voice to.

vi. bustopher jones

fuck james corden. what the fuck did he do to the refined, fat old cat who frequents gentleman’s clubs and only dines on the finest stuff?? he made him dig around in the rubbish bins and interrupt the song twice to make ‘jokes’ about how fat he is. god i cannot fuckign stand james corden and i do not think he’s funny so i’m aware i may be biased but still. god. 

oh yes and then at the end macavity lures him over to a giant bin (in full view of the other cats, might i add) and thanos snaps him out of existence, but sadly not out of the movie. rebel wilson also got thanos-snapped earlier i just forgot to mention it.

vii. mungojerrie and rumpleteazer

i understand that this melody is the original melody and that the melody used in the 90s recording was a change made for broadway; however, this was the most boring fucking song in the movie and they should have used the broadway version, good night. also victoria is there while they burgle the house, for some reason, bc having an audience surrogate means she needs to be in Every Fucking Scene, so that was a Choice.

viii. old deuteronomy

a nice, sweet song introducing judi dench, sung by munkustrap in such a manner that i began to wonder if he was like, her boytoy or something. also the nuzzling is, like, out of control. i know there’s nuzzling in the stage version, but onstage they're also all crawling around on all fours and stuff whereas here they’re bipedal most of the time. it makes it look like everyone is constantly going in for a kiss when they’re actually just being sociable, and it is fucking disorienting.

ix. the jellicle ball

by the way, the jellicle ball itself takes place in some sort of cat-friendly dilapidated theatre, and it is both the weirdest and least weird thing about this whole movie. 

idk, it was fine?? oh wait, i actually forgot -- so waaaaay back at the start, victoria has a famous solo which wasn’t actually a solo in this version but danced with munkustrap, which . . . .was a Choice. so now she dances with like five different male cats, and it gets frantic, and Every Single Cat is just tearing it up on the dance floor, seriously the dancers in this are incredible, and then i think they all collapse on the floor in a heap, and it was at this point that i learned to be thankful i was not subjected to watching a cgi cat orgy while sitting next to my horrified sister

x. grizabella the glamour cat/memory (prelude)

like i said, i can’t remember what order this happens on the movie, so i’m taking the tracklist from the olc on genius. anyway victoria sneaks out for . . . reasons, and she sees grizabella. and grizabella is sad, and sings her song in the first person, because demeter got cut, because fuck demeter, i guess. oh yeah, and tom hooper, he of the masterful subtlety, had jennifer hudson sitting at a lamppost with withered leaves collected at her feet which she pointed to at the relevant lines. i’m surprised he didn’t add a sound effect of a moaning wind.

xi. beautiful ghosts

this was the song that taylor swift wrote for the movie and by god can you tell. it is incredibly jarring and serves no purpose (beyond, i guess, the purpose of deepening the nothing character of victoria), and -- ugh. look, it’s a pretty little song, and both victoria and taylor swift sing it well, but it’s thoroughly unnecessary. it’s like ‘suddenly’ in 2012 les mis -- why is this here??

xii. gus the theatre cat

i am not ashamed to admit that ian mckellen ‘singing’ gus the theatre cat was enough to bring a tear to my eye. because, well. the man may not have sung, but by god he acted. i challenge anyone with a heart to sit through all of cats and not even feel the slightest tug at their heartstrings when gus’s song plays. not even judi dench lifting one leg in appreciation could completely break the mood. oh wait. it did. (also gus got thanos-snapped by macavity immediately after exiting the stage)

xiii. skimbleshanks the railway cat

oooooh fuck YESSSSSS this is the single best song in the whole damn film. skimbleshanks himself?? wonderful. iconic. beautiful. his tap routine?? inspired. he’s skimbleshanks the railway cat -- the cat on the railway train! he inexplicably is wearing red dungarees, making him the fourth cat to be wearing clothes for no reason, and at the very end he spins like a top all the way into the air, before being thanes-snapped out of existence (but happily, not out of the movie) by.....

xiv. macavity the mystery cat

taylor swift is there. she’s undressed except for her cgi fur and a pair of stage heels. she starts tapping her little container of catnip over the collective of cats, causing munkustrap to make the sort of face you see reeve!superman make when he’s being poisoned by kryptonite, except that he is a cat being drugged with catnip and it is hard to take him seriously as a result. the song itself is a perfect guilty pleasure. taylor swift’s accent is shitty enough that you can enjoy the ridiculousness of the entire situation. idris elba cuts in to join the final chorus on ‘the Napoleon of criiiiiimmme’ and then he takes off his pimp coat and is . . . distressingly nude for the rest of the film. he dances briefly with taylor swift. it’s a thing.

anyway they thanos-snap judi dench to a boat on the thames bc she won’t let him go to cat heaven and the rest of the cats are left discombobulated. this is when Local Sadboy mr mistoffelees is uh, peer-pressured into attempting to magic judi dench back to the cats. bc mr mistoffelees has an arc now, you guys. and his arc?? is about getting his mojo back.

xv. mister mistoffelees

this song is also sung in first person by mistoffelees, which makes less sense when you get to the second verse, but whatever the movie only has about twenty minutes left let's just do it. it’s a solid song, but they keep pausing after every chorus to see if he can get judi dench back yet, which really dampens the groove that they have going on. anyway, they get her back, mr mistoffelees believes in himself now, yadda yadda yadda. meawhile back on the boat, this dickhead apparently didn’t bother to teleport the other cats back, so they fight their way out and rebel willson unzips her skin again. at this point in the cinema i was praying for mercy.

xvi. memory

memory was a song. it was clearly sung with a lot of emotion. for me, personally?? that emotion did not connect. sorry jennifer hudson. oh yeah also victoria has a verse in this song and i mentally wanted to s c r e am because this is not your fucking moment victoria, let the sad jennifer hudson cat belt her lungs out in peace

xvii. the ad-dressing of cats

god. let it end. let it end. this last ‘song’ was dragged out minute after minute after minute. judi dench looked into my very soul when she told me a cat was not a dog, and i still don’t know what she found there. when she started talking about cream and pie i could see munkustrap, he of the Giving This Performance His All, continue his impeccable acting by making faces of delight at her words. oh, munkustrap. even now, at the very end, you brought me joy. thank you, dear cat. thank you.