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[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Too Scary for You?

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Nine)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, past abuse, baby fic, past SA, teasing, mentions of weapons, mentions of murder, allusions to selling people, dad jokes, poor attempt of murder, threats, bad explosives, Dom in a rage, confused Kells, nervous family talks, putting the pieces together, new threats, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

Dominic woke the next day aching but happy until his mate started worrying about their office. He hadn't been in since Punk was born and the Alpha hadn't seen the need either. It sounded as if with the tv interview they did, everything was going a bit mental but the omega obviously didn't feel safe leaving their sons or the flat yet. He couldn't blame him, he didn't want them out on the street with those bastards in town. He wasn't sure what could be done but he offered to check in for him and that seemed to placate the boss. He was obviously fighting a war in his own mind that he should go but for all his bravery his inner lost boy was shining through. He'd been more shaken by the interaction the day before than he wanted to admit.

It didn't take Dom long to agree to check in though he wasn't sure what he could do specifically. He was reassured that Colson trusted him so much that his eyes worked as a second set for the man. The omega trusted that he would take care of anything wrong even though he knew fuck all about PR and even less about selling drugs or saving people. Mental fucking family business if you asked him. Kells didn't let him linger long after he agreed, the poor man was obviously stressed and pacing which was quite the sight with a baby strapped to his chest. A holster traded for a papoose. How quaint. Who would have guessed?

“Stop fucking staring at me you freak. Go check on our livelihood.” Col chuckled as he watched Dom standing at the door of their bedroom.

“Ain't me liveli’ood.” The killer teased back.

“Well you're not getting hits until this shit show smoothes over so guess what? Yeah it is. Don't you want Punk getting the best?”

Dom arched a brow and pursed his lips to the side. He knew it was a risk to keep playing too long but… “I fink our idea of ‘best’ is a bit different.” He laughed when his mate threw a spit up cloth in his direction but he dodged it easily. “Wha’? I'm jus' being ‘onest princess.”

“Princess? My fucking ass I'm the princess. Come say that to the dick you beg for!” The older man was still smiling even though it had an edge of exasperation. They were in a surprisingly good place for having a few week old baby and he damn well knew it. He just couldn't help worrying about the rest of his family.

“I can't! You was too spoiled by mine last night! Can't bloody walk straight.”

“You can't do anything straight bitch. I swear you sweat glitter and jizz rainbows.” The boss huffed and followed after his future husband. He wanted to kiss him and send him off but it was also difficult to let him go. He was having more trouble than he thought he would and he didn't know if it was their baby, his dad and uncle, or a clusterfuck of it all.

“You must got a fucking pot of gold in ya cunt by now ‘en.” If he came rainbows then Colson's womb was where it almost always ended up. That seemed to shock a harder laugh from the other man who shook his head as he got closer. The boy wanted to take him back to bed and stay forever, everything was going too well since their bonding session the night before and he was worried the other shoe was a shit kicker boot about to drop.

“Corny asshole. Corny. X rated dad jokes I fucking swear.”

“It's me right and your fault. You made me a dad.” The word still made Dom's stomach flip. It had never meant something good before in his life but now it was his label and it overwhelmed him every time.

“My fault? Absolutely not. It was this one. Isn't that right? You make your daddy say silly shit, don't you little man?” The omega wouldn't admit to the goofy saccharine voice he adopted when talking to their son but he curled his fingers around Punk’s little fist to help him wave.

“Me golden ticket to dad jokes.” The Alpha hummed, crouching down in front of his partner to kiss the baby’s forehead. Col took the opportunity to playfully pat the other's cheek with that so tiny palm which Dom kissed next. “Always after me lucky charms.” He put on his best Irish accent which was actually strong since he'd had some Irish family members. He wasn't sure why he made the comment besides knowing it would make his lover laugh and it did. Hard. More than he expected. Perhaps they should try sleeping instead of fucking some nights but he doubted they would.

“Fucking psycho bitch.” Col sighed with a bright smile and a loving gaze and Dominic stood to kiss him deeply. They'd both come to realize that insult had been a term of endearment since the first day they met. While it wouldn't be a meet cute to most it was perfect for them. It was their story and it started with teasing and blood and would probably always be that way. With one last kiss Colson watched his fiancé walk away, his sight dropping to Dom's gorgeous ass as he went. “Might have to give you back to Uncle Tommy or big bro tonight. Daddy needs to remember who's boss.” He playfully hummed down to his son. He liked the thought of having some time alone with the boy but he missed his Alpha as soon as the elevator doors shut. It felt stupid but he couldn't help it. Especially not after what happened the day before.

“Hey, bro?” There was a soft voice and a quick knock on the doorframe since they hadn't closed their bedroom door. Kells sighed but looked over to Mod.

“Fuck are you still home for? Shouldn't you be helping run my business?” He didn't mean to snap and there wasn't much anger in his voice but he couldn't help being annoyed. He thought he had the house to himself and his sons but of course not.

The beta looked nervously down at his computer under his arm and rubbed the back of his inked neck. He couldn't help smiling down at the baby in his little cloth holder though. “We thought we should stay in case you needed us. Besides we've been following a hell of a trail.”

“Stop rhyming. I get rhyming every damn night in those baby books. What are you talking about? Trail? What are you after even?” Col slipped the baby free of the papoose and laid him gently in his cot. He had a feeling he was about to have to sit and stare at a computer and that was easier without a child on his chest.

Mod stepped into the room and looked around outside it before closing the door. “Dom just left right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good cause Blain is in his room and this… fuck.” The other's voice was soft but even so Colson's stomach dropped. Why shouldn't Dom or Blain hear something? What the hell had he found out now? “Remember how you wanted me to get the kid’s papers?”

“Of course.” Col nodded and felt himself shaking. He gestured to the small sofa in his room and they took a seat while Mod opened his laptop.

“You're not gonna believe this shit. Tom and I still don't.���

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Dom flipped the car keys around his finger as he reached the underground parking. He hadn't driven since the day Punk was born but Colson had suggested he try again and since the office was a ten minute walk they both thought it would be good practice. He was humming an old punk song under his breath and surprised at the pep in his own step. A few orgasms did wonders for a state of mind. When he reached the Bentley his partner owned his nostrils flared. There was a strange scent near the car like someone had been close to it recently. He clicked the unlock button on the key fob and tried to ignore the alarm bells ringing in his mind. He was being too alert he was sure, he was on edge because he knew there were enemies in his territory.

“Wha’ the fuck…” His cursed wonderment trailed off as he noticed something sticking out under the vehicle. His eyes scanned the room before he crouched down and pulled the contraption off a little too easily. It was stuck to the underside of the car with duct tape and while the punk in Dom loved the stuff, he was confused. It obviously wasn't supposed to be there, Kells wouldn't allow anything so cheaply done. As he flipped the thing over he realized what it was- or at least what it was supposed to be and he wasn't sure whether to laugh or growl. Someone had placed a rudimentary bomb on the undercarriage of his mate's car.

The smartphone strapped to the supposed explosive lit up from a call and the Alpha rolled his eyes, ripping the cords out with his fangs just to be on the safe side. He pried the cell off easily and answered the call, his gaze moving around the concrete room to catch any movement. “‘Ello. I fink you fucked up. Might you be me in-law?” He teased but he honestly didn't think Colson's bio dad would be this idiotic.

“Who? No. Shut up. You weren't supposed to answer!” The voice on the other end was obviously trying to sound deep and American but he caught the accent of home. His brow arched at the sound and the way it cracked. How young was this arsehole wannabe killer?

“But you called me! You ain't made a lot of ‘ese ‘ave ya? Tha's alright. I'll show ya ‘ow summat is supposed to explode when I get a’old of your insides. Who the fuck are you?” He growled low. He wasn't in the mood for games, he was already annoyed at the thought of having to leave his family.

“You're holding my bomb, I obviously get to ask the questions. I have the power here. You're in trouble Harrison, you killed the wrong person and stole from my family.”

Dominic didn't mean to but he couldn't help but laugh. “Right, I've got ya bomb so I fink tha' means I ‘ave the power actually. Sorry bruv but I've killed a lot of people, you'll ‘ave to be more specific.” He could feel his mind slipping to that darker state as he started prowling the car park. He didn't have a weapon on him but he didn't need one. If he could find this bastard he'd rip him apart bare handed. That sounded like exactly what he needed.

“You- you- stop messing with me. You know what you've done! You pissed in the wrong pint Dominic. You have a legion enraged with you but they let me come because you stole something of mine. I might go easy and just kill you if you give it back and turn yourself in. If not, I might have to take your bitch first.” That line made the killer see red and his senses felt turned up to eleven.

“Are we playing? ‘You killed me faver, prepare to die’? Nah. I killed me dad so I don't give a fuck if I killed yours too. I ain't stole nuffin. I might ‘ave let you go wiv a bloody warning but you fucked up. You don't talk about me mate.” If he squeezed the phone any tighter he was going to break it but it was hard to calm down. His bloodlust was making him tremble.

“You admit to killing your own father so easily? Just that is a crime against our family. You didn't just kill him though did you? You cleaned out almost all the Alphas that worked with him. You could have been something incredible one day but you're a broken Alpha. Turned against your own. For that crime and for stealing my promised mate I'll have your head Harrison.” Dom couldn't figure out what the hell he was talking about? Crimes? Family? Who was this bellend? “Give me Landon back and I might just let your bitch live. I may even leave your progeny to carry on your name. Perhaps the family would be happy to have another Alpha from your line. Landon and I can raise him as our own.”

Landon? Who- oh. “You're not laying a finger on me sons. But you should let me know wha’ family you going on about so I know who to send your pieces back to.” Dom growled. He was more than enraged. He was almost dizzy with his anger.

“Your sons? Landon isn't your son, he was your- Stop distracting me! You have one day to turn him over. You may keep this phone and let me know when you're ready to give your life and my mate to me. I'll let you say your goodbyes even though you didn't allow any of our people that courtesy. But of course that's what they get, allowing northern scum to join. Until then Harrison.” His prim and proper accent was making the man's blood boil but the moment the bastard hung up Dom cursed. He was still so confused but that last bit was just icing on the shit cake. He was always looked down on for where he was from.

The Alpha dropped the phone in his pocket and locked the car up again. He couldn't go out with someone threatening his family. The fucker knew his full name and Blain's, who the hell was he? What had they found themselves in the middle of now? What had he meant by family? His father worked with a lot of people, sure but… Actually Dom didn't know much of anything about what he father did or the friends of his he’d taken out after. He'd gone on a bit of a spree at first after his first taste of murder and he found every Alpha arsehole in his dad's phone book. He was starting to wonder if he'd missed something big and if his original confusion over Blain wasn't warranted. He could remember questioning why and how another Brit ended up in his vicinity. Had he been on to something?

He made his way back inside the Four Seasons and stopped at the front desk to ask if anyone new had been hanging around. The clerk was overly helpful and kind and he recognized the man as someone they'd saved the day his son was born. He talked to him for a few minutes and they even checked the cameras when he explained his lie of someone trying to steal their car but whoever had placed the bomb had been completely covered with a long coat and hood pulled over his head. Fuck.

“Fanks anyways. Keep an eye out for me aye?” He asked of the guy who agreed emphatically.

“Your family is getting quite the list of people not allowed on the property. We're happy to help though. I thought you should know the man from yesterday tried to come by again. He asked for Mr. Sebastian to be sent down. We logged his question and the footage and sent him on his way. We're keeping track in case Mr. Baker needs it for the police. I'm sorry we can't do more.” The way he sounded and the look he gave the killer made him wonder if the man wanted to commit crimes for them or if he was reading too much into it because his urges were too strong. Probably the latter.

“Ya did good. Fanks for telling me. Keep an eye out for anyone in tha’ coat.” Dom explained before finding his way to the elevator and back up to his home. He desperately hoped Colson wasn't pissed that he never left but he couldn't after what happened. Maybe if his mate was still worried about the office later he could leave for a bit if he knew his family was protected but he didn't think anyone else was still at home.

He realized how wrong he was when he reached the top floor and walked to the bedroom he shared with his lover. He could hear Kells talking to Mod which he knew meant Tom was also home. How weird. Their voices sounded stressed and he didn't want to interrupt but he needed to see that his family was alright with his own two eyes so after a deep breath to calm himself he knocked on the door.

“Shit! Who is it?” Col called out.

“Sorry luv, summat came up. Can I come in?” It felt odd to ask for permission to enter his own bedroom but after a moment his lover allowed and he walked in before closing the door at the other men’s urging.

“What happened? You okay?” Kells was nervous at the sight of his fiancé’s crimson gaze and furrowed brow. Had he been listening?

“Are you?” Dom was worried about his mate, the older man looked anxious but he took a moment to glance at his sleeping babe.

“Um… Just tell me what happened? We're fine.” Kells tried to soothe. He needed to check before he explained. He was scared to just dump it all on the boy since he didn't fully understand yet either. He didn't know what it would do to his partner.

“Some fuck put a shite bomb on the car. I talked to ‘im when he called to activate it.” He huffed, dropping the mess of the explosive on the coffee table in front of the sitting pair. Even Mod looked nervous. What was happening? “I fhought it were about you but now I fink it's about me. Twat said I killed a bunch of ‘family’ and I stole ‘is mate. Finks Blain is ‘is but he called ‘im Landon. He hates tha'. I'll ‘ave to ask if he knows any posh arse’ole.”

Colson shared a look with his brother and swallowed hard. After what the beta told him he wasn't exactly surprised. He hadn't expected something like this but at the same time he was almost shocked they hadn't had someone come after them sooner. “You might wanna sit down baby. Mod figured some things out.”

Dom looked between the two and felt his rage melting away on a rush of nerves and worry. He liked anger better but he couldn't hold on to it. Not when his mate was looking at him like that. “I’d like to stand fanks. Jus’ tell me.”

Col sighed and pushed a hand through his hair but he gestured to his best friend as he stood and stepped closer to his lover. He wanted to be close if Dom needed him. The beta clicked a few things on his computer before he set it on the table and bit his lip. After a moment he finally seemed to ready himself but first he texted Tom.

“Can someone talk? Starting to fink someone's dying or summat.” Dom teased but when the door opened and closed again behind him and his brother joined the group he was truly worried. It must be something terrible if they thought they needed all three of them. “Fucking talk. Now. Please Cols?”

When Colson heard his mate’s voice soft in that scared little boy way it got sometimes when he dropped the omega stepped closer and sat at the foot of their bed. He patted the mattress and after a moment the Alpha joined him but Tom walked around to sit next to Mod. “What did your dad do for a living Dom?” The photographer asked and the killer blinked at him a few times. What the bloody fuck did that have to do with anything?

“Dunno. I never fhought to ask when I was cutting ‘im open. Why?” He grumbled. He couldn't help almost sounding petulant.

“Be nice. It matters.” Tom huffed.

Mod turned the computer around and showed Dom the screen. It took him a moment to realize it had a picture of his dad with a group of other men on it. Other men he killed. “You didn't just join a crime family bro, you were born in one. Your dad was a pretty high ranking member of the mob there.” The beta explained as bluntly as possible and it felt like a punch to Dom's guts. What did that matter though? The man was dead.

“And all the-”

“Other members. I've seen Tom's blog. I know you took out almost every one of them. I get it dude, you thought you were just killing your dad's asshat friends but-” The beta chuckled. It obviously wasn't funny but what else could one do in this situation but laugh? “One by one you picked off almost every adult Alpha in this group before coming here. And they sent one of their last to find out where you went.” He explained, clicking onto another page and Dom recognized the man staring back at him as Blain's father. Bollocks.

“Wait so Blain could ‘ave been promised to one of ‘em fucks? Absolutely not.” He huffed. He wasn't going to think what he did was wrong. Those men needed killing. Part of him hated that they may have caused extra problems for his family but he still wouldn't change anything. It all led him to where he was.

“Actually…” Mod laughed again and Tom swatted the back of his head.

“We've been through much of the group's bank records and paperwork once we figured out what we were seeing. Blain might have been promised to someone else in word after what happened but before his father came after you. However, on paper…” Tom tried to take over but the pair shared a worried look and Mod pushed the laptop closer. After a moment Dom made himself look.

The Alpha couldn't believe what he was reading. The world didn't work like that. It was far too fucked up and he didn't want to believe it but he honestly wouldn't be surprised with his father. It was there in black and white and staring him in the face. A picture of paperwork they'd obviously found in Blain's father's stuff. “He's a baby compared to me.” Dom almost whimpered and he tried to swallow the pit in his throat as he turned to his mate who reached sweetly for his hand. The Alpha didn't feel like he deserved to be touched. He felt disgusting. It hadn't been his choice obviously but he was still a part of it. “Me father tried to buy Blain for me? As a bloody mate?!” Even saying it out loud didn't make it feel real but he thought he might pass out.

The universe worked in fucked up mysterious ways and somehow he'd unknowingly moved from mob to mob across the sea and he'd found his way to adopt the boy promised to be his mate from the day Blain was born. He couldn't get it straight in his mind and he didn't want to. “I guess everyfing exploded anyways.” He almost laughed. He could feel an edge of madness as he looked at the piece of shite bomb on the table.

Kells rolled his eyes and moved closer to his mate, wrapping his arm around the boy's strong shoulders. “Fuck that. Nothing is different. This just means Blain was meant to be ours. That you were meant to be mine. It's a good thing. Probably.” He tried so hard to soothe but he'd never been good at it. He could cheer his bitch up with some good head or fuck the pain away but talking it out? Reassuring him? He was lost. That was Tom's job but the man was leaving it to him.

“Liar. I jus’ dumped some bullshite on ya lap.” The boy muttered with a pout as Col pulled him closer.

“We'll figure it out together. It's not like you haven't been dealing with my shit for months. It's fair to share.” Colson teased.

“You said no rhyming.” Mod tried to lighten the mood and thankfully it made them all chuckle. That was the thing about their family, no matter where they came from or how their lives started out they took care of each other and faced dangers as one unit. It didn't matter what happened before or who was after them, they were all together and they all hoped that would matter most. It was certainly easier facing life altering madness with your family behind you, even if it was family that was screwing everything up.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

So the plot is really starting to plot now. I'm sure they're not done being smutty boys but here is a little story in between 🤭 Poor Dom, he's feeling very overwhelmed with all this news. Let's hope he can handle it without going off the deep end. I wonder how Blain will react? We'll find out soon. I hope you're still enjoying it! ❤️‍🔥🩷🖤

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know your place - a ryomen sukuna inspired playlist

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Venom - Eminem

And I know they're gonna hate But I don't care, I barely can wait To hit 'em with the snare and the bass Square in the face, this fuckin' world better prepare to get laced Because they're gonna taste my— Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em

Mount Everest - Labrinth

You could touch the sky, but you ain't got shit on me 'Cause I'm on top of the world I'm on top of the world, yeah

DAYWALKER! - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. CORPSE)

If a pussy wanna say shit, then I'll fuckin' stomp his face in Nah, not getting better, can't change it, I left blood all on the pavement I'm on borrowed time, can't shake it, uh, blackout when I'm ragin', uh Me and all these pills be on a fuckin' first name basis, uh There's an invisible voice that is talkin' to me, and it's always tellin' me to kill I got a problem with separating what my head is creating from things that are real I'm in a room, hyperventilating and debating to pop off the cap of these pills If I get angry, I'm goin' to start up a riot like people on Capitol Hill Fight, fight, fight

Heartless - The Weeknd

'Cause I'm heartless And I'm back to my ways 'cause I'm heartless

Bossed Up - Quay Dash

I'm a pretty bitch, and I'm shining like I'm Pluto (Pluto) Fuck you gonna do though? You ain't doing shit (nah) But on your knees every night sucking dick (sucking that thing) Go and fix your life, baby, go and get a job (get a job) 'Stead of looking like a mess, living life like a slob (slob)

Tia Tamera - (feat. Rico Nasty)

He just wanna eat me like some candy, but I'm not his buttercup Dressed in all black, grim reaper (bitch) Don't act like you can't see us (yeah)

VILLAIN - K/DA, Madison Beer, Kim Petras

In control That's how I like it And I'm never letting go, nah Never had a soul So you ain't taking anything from me When you go, nah I'll stay so deep inside your brain And take you somewhere far away Time to roll the dice You know I'm the type Type to risk my life Not afraid to die Type to make you cry Type to put a price All up on your head Do just what I said I'ma straight up villain Straight up villain Yeah no feeling Yeah no feeling

Dark Horse - Katy Perry, Juicy J

I knew you were You were gonna come to me And here you are But you better choose carefully 'Cause I, I'm capable of anything Of anything and everything Make me your Aphrodite Make me your one and only But don't make me your enemy your enemy, your enemy So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know whatcha falling for Baby, do you dare to do this? 'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse

Oxytocin - Billie Eilish

I can see it clear as day You don't really need a break Wanna see what you can take You should really run away Other people wouldn't stay Other people don't obey You and me are both the same You should really run away Bad things To you I wanna do bad things to you I wanna make you yell I wanna do bad things to you Don't wanna treat you well

Ultraviolence - Lana Del Rey

He used to call me DN That stood for deadly nightshade 'Cause I was filled with poison But blessed with beauty and rage

Hold Me Down - Halsey

Selfish, taking what I want and call it mine I'm helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine They rush me, telling me I'm running out of time They shush me, walking me across a fragile line I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna Hold me down, hold me down Sneaking out the back door, Make no sound Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for Hold me down, hold me down Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for

Rhinestone Eyes - Gorillaz

I'm a scary gargoyle on a tower That you made with plastic power Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away Here we go again That's electric That's electric

E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE! - CORPSE, Savage Gasp

She just look into my soul with them Shinigami eyes Coke in my nose and a blade on her thigh Man, I think this girl is really trying to plan my demise

Praise God - Kanye West

I channeled them bad bitches, all in abode I challenge the trust, I challenge the turbulence I came with the life I gathered my sinners and asked if I'm right, let's get- I just get right, bitch, huh

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a/n: "i see your request are open and maybe can i request a ryomen sukuna playlist? Im feelin like an enemie to lover with a thicc sexual tension with a badass fighting scene vibe with someone that just as strong as him ya feel?? THANK YOUU!!"

So that was @missroro 's request! I hope you like this playlist as much as I do cause I had sooooo much fun making it! It's ironic how toxic this one feels lmao, i think it fits his character pretty well but you let me know!

check this if you wanna request a playlist too🌻

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CONTAINS SPOILERS EUPHORIA!!!!!

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Cassie's mum is the other woman from the story of Maddy's boss. That's why she reacted the way she did saying its the principle.

I also afore Fexco. I can't wait for this week's episode just for them.

My heart is breaking for Rue but Jules shouldn't have cheated. This show makes you feel more conflicted than Riverdale. How is that possible I don't know.

That scene with Maddy broke my heart, she really deserves better.

What do you think about the suitcase of drugs, I don't think they've been flushed?

WOW i love this okay!!

1. okay i think cassie’s mum being the other half is really really interesting and i didn’t think of that, but the only thing is that i feel like there might be a bit of a difference in age but that’s so interesting to think about perspective.

2. I LOVE FEZCO! he deserves the whole world and so much better than what he gets now. and his and lexi’s dynamic is so cute and interesting and i hope they explore them more without rushing and automatically making them a couple.

3. see this is where i feel different about the cheating thing with riverdale. cheating is wrong and that’s that. but because the writing is significantly better than riverdale (say what u want about sam levinson, he’s still better than the whole writers room of riverdale) the cheating was done in a way that…okay this is going to sound awful…but makes sense…kind of. i’m not excusing the cheating. she should not have done that. but you could see it was building up to that, especially with rue’s relapse at the end of last season getting her mixed up in drugs again and all the flirty comments between jules and elliot. the writing of riverdale made *throws up in mouth* archie and betty’s betrayal so much worse because it just wasn’t done well, wasn’t set up well, no build, no chemistry, it just didn’t make any fucking sense.

that’s why we feel so conflicted about euphoria’s cheating, because everyone is going through their own shit, rue and jules’ dynamic right now is not healthy, nor is rue and elliot or elliot and jules. euphoria, even if u think it’s radical in its content (which it really is not, my high school is more like euphoria than riverdale but then again nothing is like riverdale) gets the complex and difficult emotions of teens correct. it understands the complexities of a teenagers’ situations and that’s what makes it conflicting. because you can recognize when the characters have done something wrong and you can feel for them when they’ve received something they don’t deserve.

rue being a drug addict is the toughest of them all because of how she treats her loved ones. we love her and we want to root for her but (as she’s pointed this out) you hate her at times because of how she acts, and that makes you feel for jules, who, even with her own shit, loves rue in her own way. but because you feel for jules, you can recognize why she hung out with elliot so much, elliot who cherishes jules for who she is, and why she felt, at that time, the need for someone who cared about her. i don’t think at that time she was like, fuck rue, i’m going to fuck elliot and cheat on her. i think she just really needed to feel a loving embrace of someone who showed that they cared about her. and rue hasn’t been able to do that because of her drug problem. it’s still very destructive and it’s frankly selfish on jules’ part, but i understand the complexities of it

….archie and betty kissed because it was the climax of a fucking song and they took that kiss and said, let’s ruin every good thing on this show and make it shit.

4. maddy is such a bad bitch i’m so fucking angry with how she’s being treated right now. i really did love that moment with the kid she babysits mother (played by Minka Kelly) but that scene with Nate and the gun was messed up in ways that i could never even imagine. the way he said it was a joke and that it didn’t have any bullets but the damage of him holding a gun to her head and then his own…she deserves better.

5. oh, those drugs aren’t gone. i didn’t think so for a second. if they are, i’ll be really surprised.

sorry that was a really long winded, made-no-sense explanation.

thank you for your ask beautiful person <3

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Can you write a fic where Bucky sabe reader from her toxic friends?? Can you make them really mean and make Bucky really sassy? Thanks 😊 btw I love your writing so far! You’re really good 😝

A Little Help | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You don’t even know why you still hang out with them. They’re rude, ignorant, and just overall toxic. So when everything goes wrong over dinner, you simply start dialing numbers to see who would pick up and be able to drive you home, knowing that the buses don’t run this late. What you didn’t expect was for your crush, Bucky Barnes, to be the first one to pick up. What you didn’t expect even more, was his reaction once he got there.

Warnings: Swearing, Crying, S A S S

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Hope this meets your standards! I tried my best with this one and i hope you enjoy it! Just a reminder that I will always be accepting requests! 

“Hey, guys! Sorry, I’m late! Got held up at the office.” You explain, sitting down at the table with your two other friends. Heather shoots you a small smile while Lauren looks you up and down with pursed lips.

“Hi Y/N!” Heather greets before looking back down at her menu. Lauren scoffs quietly and you shoot her a confused look.

“Something wrong?” You ask, reaching for your water and taking a sip of it.

“Did you have to wear that dress?” Lauren comments, her face riddled with disgust.

“Is something wrong with it?”

“It’s tight, short, and a little revealing. I just wouldn’t recommend wearing it with your body type.”

“Lauren-” 

“I know I’m not the only one thinking it!” Lauren admits, turning to Heather. “I mean, come on. Her thighs giggled when she sat down, her stomach pudges out of that dress, and no one wants to see those stretch marks, sweetie.” Heather sighs before turning to you.

“She’s not wrong, Y/N. You do look a little chubby in that dress. Plus you could’ve worn something nicer. Not that cheap crap. I mean come on, buy something of value for once.” She comments.

“Can we just order our food?” You whisper, looking down at your menu, trying to hold back the tears coming out of your eyes. The waiter comes over and takes your order, the people sitting beside you giving you sideways glares as they order their own food.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. You ordered enough food to choke a goat. Especially with your body type, you should really watch what you eat.” Your eyes burn as you look down at your food.

“I’ll be right back.” You whisper, standing up and walking to the bathroom. You dry your tears and fix your makeup before making your way back to the table, stopping when you hear two familiar voices talking.

“God, why did you even invite her?” Heather asks, not aware of your position in relation to the table.

“Because I feel bad for her. We’re the best chance she’s got at ever having friends. I still hate her though.” Lauren admits, making you stop in your tracks and turn back to run into the bathroom. You pull out your phone and start dialing numbers, hoping someone will answer. Mom? No answer. Kelly, your big sister? No answer. You run through the rest of your contacts and realize the only people you haven’t called are some of the Avengers. Coulson? Nah, he’s most likely asleep. Cap? Funny voicemail, no answer. Your finger lingers over the last name, and you click it before placing the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” Bucky answers after a few rings.

“Buck-” You whisper, your voice catching due to tears, a crack replacing what would have been more words.

“What’s wrong doll? You sound upset.” He asks, sounding more alert and concerned.

“Can you just pick me up? I’m at the restaurant on 8th and Madison.”

“Sure, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting outside.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” You walk back to the table after drying your tears once again and pick up your purse, quickly making up the excuse that your boss called you in. The two girls nod and continue their conversation, leaving you to walk out of the restaurant. As you stand out in the cold, tears start streaming down your cheeks.

~~~

The rumble of a motorcycle pulls you from your thoughts and you look up, instantly spying the old-fashioned Harley Davidson pulling up beside the curb. Bucky hops off his bike, placing the kickstand down before rushing over to you, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug that makes you sob a little harder. He pulls away and pushes the hair out of your face, his brows furrowing at your red-rimmed eyes.

“Oh doll, what happened?” Bucky whispers, causing you to let out a loud sob. You babble to him about the things your “friends” said about you, and his face grows angrier and angrier by the minute. 

“And I just wanna go home.” You finish, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your coat.

“They said what to you? That’s un-fucking-acceptable.” He mumbles, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you inside the restaurant. You try to object, but you end up just leading him to the toxic friends still eating their meals. “Are you two Heather and Lauren?” Your two “friends” turn their heads up to meet his eyes, and you can practically see their panties fall off.

“Yes, that’s us.” Heather adds, trying to act all sweet and innocent, but Bucky looks past that in less than a second. 

“So you’re the two assholes who made Y/N cry?” Their faces form into those of realization, and Heather tries to blabber out an excuse.

“Well-”

“Well, what? I don’t see why you judge her so much when you’re wearing the fakest damn pearls anyone has ever seen!” Bucky comments, pointing to Lauren’s necklace.

“And how would you know?” She retorts, obviously thinking she’s done something.

“The paint is chipping, bitch. Also,” He states, turning towards the other woman at the table. “I really hope you didn’t pay full price for that purse, cause the logo is upside down and one brush away from flaking off.”

“At least we can afford something of value at all! She couldn’t even buy anything from the stores we shop at if she tried!” Heather says.

“I’m sorry, have you seen her house? I’m sure yours can fit inside it 10 times. And why are you so focused on money?!” He stops, taking a breath before continuing. “I’m-i’m just guessing here but I’m really not, but you buy “expensive” things to compensate for your bitchy personalities.”

“As Heather said, she can’t afford anything we buy.”

“I’m guessing you can’t either because there is so much fake and ‘made in china’ here that I can barely breathe. And while we’re talking about fake, let’s have a word about those faces, boobs, and personalities!” Lauren scoffs and that’s when you try to intervene.

“James-”

“No! I’m serious! There’s more plastic in these two than there is in the entire fucking ocean!” The man grins sarcastically and sits at the table, crossing his left leg over his right and leaning back in the chair. “So do you want me to continue pointing out your flaws in front of all these people, or are you gonna apologize to my girl?”

“Um-” Bucky doesn’t even wait for the rest of that sentence as he grabs your wrist and starts walking away.

“What about the bill?” Lauren whispers.

“I-i can pay guys.” You whisper, causing Bucky to rear back as you start reaching into your purse.

“Nonono. Apparently, you have a shitty job, and they don’t.” He turns towards the women still sitting at the table. “I’m sure you two can manage without my girlfriend.” Bucky grabs your hand again and pulls you out of the restaurant, handing you a helmet before straddling his bike.

“Thank you.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his waist as you sit behind him.

“Why didn’t you tell them you work for S.H.I.E.L.D?” He asks, starting up his bike.

“They’d use me to get to you or Cap.”

“Ah.”

“You-you called me your girlfriend.” You mutter, hoping he heard you over the roar of the wind. He apparently did, as he nearly slams on the brakes and pulls off into a side street.

“I did?”

“Yeah,” You whisper, tightening your arms around him.“you did.”

“Oh, well are you okay with that?” You bury your head into his back, trying to hide a wide smile.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” He speaks, turning around to still be on the bike but face you. “because you didn’t have a choice. You’re mine.” You pull your head up and look at him with a bratty glare.

“Oh am I?” You retort, grinning at him. Bucky rolls his eyes before slipping his head behind your neck, nesting his fingers in the hair at the base of your scalp as he pulls you closer. He places his other hand on your chin and tilts you head up, pulling you into a kiss that leaves you seeing stars. He pulls away with a grin on his face, both of your noses nearly touching.

“Yeah, yeah you are.” He whispers, leaning in again.

“Okay”

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[wincestismyguiltypleasure]

Amber, I'm kind of obsessed with casino owner!Jensen and his pet. And how angry Jensen's gonna be when the new security guard Chad tries to 'rescue' Jared. And how Jared plays along with Chad, because he kinda wants to see what Jensen does and the guy's hot so it's fun. And how Jared's punished when Jensen finds out just how far he let things get with Chad, especially when Jared says "Well, if you'd fuck me more often maybe I wouldn't look for toys to play with while you're busy." (bad puppy!)

KELLY!! THIS IS WHAT I'M HERE FOR!!

If there's one thing Jared knows with complete certainty, it's that Jensen Ross Ackles is a possessive, vendictive son of a bitch. He does not share, and he does not take kindly to anyone putting their hands on what he considered his. Which is precisely why Jared was willing to bet his teeth that Jensen would go absolutely ballistic once he knew about Chad and the dark purple hickeys that he'd left all over Jared's, temporarily uncollared, neck.

But his dirty little secret was out in the open now, and Jensen hadn't so much as batted an eyelash. The casino owner's inate ability to foil him at every turn serving as painful reminder why Jared had quit gambling in the first place.

"You're right, Jared," Jensen says, taking a small step forward. Then another. Jared's blood pressure raising higher and higher the closer he got.

Of course, his first instinct was to reach out for Jensen, beg him for forgiveness, and keep his fingers crossed that he'd be able to sit down tomorrow morning. But that wasn't an option because Jared's pride had been hurt this time, and not in the break you down and make you beg for filthy things kind of way either. No, his Dom's reaction, or lack thereof, had made him feel unwanted. Like Jensen could care less who used his body just as long as Jared came crawling back to him after they were done.

So when Jensen reaches out, warm palm cupping his cheek tenderly, Jared resists the overwhelming urge he has to lean in and nuzzle against it. He'd be damned if he was going to let Jensen win that easily.

"You're absolutely right."

The rough pad of Jensen's thumb brushes over Jared's parted lips in a soothing manner. And even when Jared nips at him playfully, because he's desperate to get a rise out of his Dom, Jensen doesn't flinch. No signs of frustration darken his handsome features, or anger giving his hands a slight tremor. He just stands there in front of Jared, staring thoughtfully into those wide, innocent eyes.

It's intense, to say the least. But then again, intense was practically Jensen's middle name.

"I am?"

Jared blinks nervously a few times, clearly confused but Jensen doesn't give anything away. He just pats Jared's cheek softly and continues. "Mmhm. I really have been working too much lately."

Panic swells in Jared's chest, thick and suffocating, when he sees Jensen's lips twist upward into cruel smile. Realization hitting him full force in the gut like a freight train, and just like that, Jared finds himself whimpering in Jensen's embrace. The hot tears welling up in the corners of his eyes reminiscent of the first time that Jensen had caught Jared breaking the rules.

"Hey." Jared's chin is pinched between Jensen thumb and index finger before he can even blink. Grip tight enough to bruise as he forces the younger man to look him in the eyes. And right then Jared thinks damn, this is it. The moment that his Dom cuts the lovey dovey bullshit and puts him on his knees.

That's why when Jensen presses a soft kiss to his cheek instead of landing a cruel backhand, Jared is at a total loss. His bulletproof way of getting what he wanted from Jensen shattering all around him like jagged shards of broken glass.

"Don't pout, Jare. Tonight, I'm all yours."

"O-okay," Jared concedes, trying desperately to swallow down some of the acidic bile rising up in his throat. Barely managing a slight nod of agreement before Jensen turned on his heels and dissapeared, leaving Jared in his bedroom half-hard and shaking. The younger man not quite sure if Mr. Ackles had just made a threat or a promise.

---------

When Jensen calls him to the living room later that night, Jared gets his answer. It had been both a threat, and a promise.

"Ah, there's my boy," Jensen purrs, tracking every one of Jared's cautious movements with a predatory gaze. And suddenly, standing there in just a thin pair of light grey boxers, at his Dom's request of course, Jared feels more vulnerable and exposed than he has in over two years.

"Wh-what's going on?"

Jared takes a hesitant step forward, tearing his eyes away from Jensen with more difficulty than he'd like to admit to focus them on the blonde motionless heap just visible past Jensen's broad frame. A surprised gasp ripped from his lungs when Jared studies it a little closer and suddenly recognizes that longing gaze.

"I know I said we were going to have some alone time tonight, sweetheart," Jensen says, soft and apologetic. Yet still managing to look every bit like the pissed off alpha male that he was standing there in his navy blue Armani suit, clearly ready to do some serious damage. To Chad's vital organs or his ass, Jared wasn't quite sure. "But Mr. Murray just seemed so lonely out there on the casino floor. Hope you don't mind that I invited him over."

Behind Jensen, Chad's bright blue eyes were boring into the back of his boss' head with murderous intent. And Jared could tell by the state of his disheveled clothes and the fresh cut oozing blood above Chad's right eye, that he'd been thrown onto Jensen's couch rather than seated there. Hands bound behind him tightly with what Jared could only imagine was rope or a zip-tie. The single strip of silver duct tape secured across his mouth clearly the only thing keeping Chad's temper at bay.

"Jen-" Jared began, making a move toward Chad only to he stopped dead in his track when Jensen raised his finger. Those gorgeous green eyes buring bright with rage as he pointed to the ground, slow and deliberate.

"Sit."

Jared hears Chad make a wounded sound when he falls to his knees without question. His palms automatically resting flat on top of his bare thighs as he leaned back on his heels, head bowed in submission.

"Good boy."

Jensen's voice is smooth as honey. His words of praise drizzling down Jared's spine, warm and sticky-sweet, soothing him. And by the time Jensen had closed the gap between them, Jared's shoulders were relaxed. The last bit of tension draining from his body completely when Jensen reached out to scratch behind his ear.

"Very good, pet."

Jared hums his acknowledgement but he doesn't dare move. Because despite Jensen's words of affection and his gentle touch, Jared knows his Dom is one wrong move away from completely snapping.

Bending the rules now would only make things worse. And Jared is absolutely positive that neither he or Chad could handle that.

"Baby," Jensen coos, running his fingers gently through his pet's sweaty hair when he notices the pained expression on Jared's face. "I need you to talk to me."

Communication, this was good. This was something they'd learned together over the course of the death-defying rollercoaster ride that was their relationship. And it was definitely a relief to know that Jensen's finger was on the guard of the gun and not the tigger, so to speak.

"C'mon, Jare."

Jared takes a ragged breath and nods, daring to steal another glance at Chad before he looked up at Jensen, body trembling.

Outside he could hear the rain staring to pick up, thunder rumbling low and eerie in the distance but still, it was nothing compared to the storm raging in his Dom's eyes. So much for thinking Jensen didn't care.

"I'm worried about...him," Jared says, voice cracking. He makes sure to put an emphasis on the word "him" because Lord knows if Jensen had heard the guard's name come out of Jared's mouth, that there'd be six, not seven, bullets in the magazine of the Colt .45 Jensen kept tucked in his waistband and blood splatter all over his pristine white walls.

"Aw," Jensen mocks, eyes pitch black and full of venom. Clearly not giving a shit that he sounded petty. "Is my sweet puppy worried about his dumb little toy?"

A hard yank on his hair makes Jared lean up on his knees, whining. Chad's eyes growing wide with concern when Jensen's free hand found Jared's throat and squeezed. "Well, rest easy baby. I'm not going to kill this useless waste of space...Unless," Jensen pauses, tilting his head to the side like he's weighing his options. "Unless you want me to?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Jared can see Chad squirming a little, sad and helpless, and he hates himself for even considering Jensen's proposal. God, he wasn't this person. Or at least he'd convinced himself that he wasn't.

Before Jensen it was so much easier to ignore the darkness that had been gnawing at his insides for what felt like eons. But then this gorgeous, sadistic bastard came into his life, an unstoppable force, pushing Jared's boundries and offering him things that Jared would've NEVER asked for on his own. It was too much, and he wanted it all.

And yeah, the idea of Jensen bathed in the blood of a man who dared to put his hands on Jared was a (huge) turn on, but he can't do this, not to someone with a good heart like Chad.

"Jensen, please."

Jared's throat is dry, his voice raspy and broken as he reaches up to grab his Dom's wrist. "I'm so sorry. Just- punish me and let him go. This is all my fault." And it really is. Jared was never interested in Chad, at least not in the way he'd let the guard believe. Sure, they'd some fun, but it had all been a desperate attempt by Jared to get Jensen's attention. Everything Jared did, every time he acted out or pouted, it was all because he craved seeing that look in his Dom's eyes. This had always been about Jensen, and if he hadn't pretended that it wasn't, Jared knows now that he would've gotten everything that he wanted.

"That's very noble of you, baby." The older man digs his nails into Jared's sore skin as he hauls him up from the floor. There's a hint of amusement on Jensen's face now, standing there nose to nose with Jared. And somehow, this wild eyed, unstable version of his Dom terrifies Jared more than the cold, calculated one. "But I assure, I don't plan to hurt Mr. Murray. Well," Jensen stops short with a sly smirk before correcting himself, "you know what I mean."

"But I thought-" Jared's eyes dart from Jensen to Chad and back again, eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

"I know what you thought, Jare. I know everything that goes on in this pretty head." Jensen interjects, tapping his index finger lightly against Jared's temple. He smiles, bright and toothy, and Jared can feel the color drain from his face. "But believe it or not, Mr. Murray is here on his own volition."

Jared's jaw nearly hits the ground when he registers his Dom's words, teary gaze now focused on Chad who looks extremely apologetic and twice as embarrassed.

"The restraints?" Jensen is standing behind Jared now. He can feel the buttons on Jensen's dress shirt digging into his back, strong hands settling possessively on his hips, pulling him closer. "Just a precaution," Jensen explains, pressing a hot kiss to Jared's neck that makes him shiver. "In case he decided that he wanted to play the hero again."

Jared feels white-hot pain, sharp and intoxicating, twisting up his spine when Jensen bites down on one of the raw hickeys that Chad had left on his throat. Toes curling against the carpet as his dick throbs, dribbling pre-cum all over his boxers, head starting to spin. God, Jared doesn't think he's ever been this hard before in his life and it hurts so fucking good.

"Wh-what are you gonna do now?" Jared dares to ask while Jensen nibbles at his throat. Clearly trying to cover up Chad's handy work with a possessive mark of his own. And Jared's hand is trembling when he reaches up blindly, cupping the back of Jensen's head in his palm to bring him closer. Because fuck it. He'd already broken every rule in the book and he was still breathing, so why stop now?

"First," Jensen growls, delivering a sharp smack to Jared's outer thigh that immediately makes the younger man drop his arm. A half choked groan spilling from Jared's lips when his Dom suddenly flips him around so that they are face to face again. "I'm gonna spank your ass purple."

Jensen hands are warm and rough as they slid down Jared's sides, claiming every inch of smooth, tanned skin along the way. "And when you're so sore that you can barely think, begging for me to stop," he adds darkly, hands settle on Jared's ass. Fingers groping and kneading at the meaty flesh before Jensen pulls his ass cheeks apart, hold tight enough to make Jared whine and buck his hips. "I'm going to bend you over the coffee table and fuck you within an inch of your life. And I'm not going to stop until the only word that you can remember is my name and you're drooling all over Mr. Murray's cheap shoes."

Behind them, Chad is fighting against his restraints, mumbling something Jared can't quite make out but he's sure it's along the lines of "fuck you."

"And when you think you can't take any more," Jensen continues, completely ignoring Chad's temper tantrum, "I'm going to throw you over my shoulder, take you to the bedroom, and do it all again."

Jared's knees almost buckle when Jensen leans in to rub their noses together playfully. His lips ghosting over Jared's, so close and warm, daring his sub to close the gap between them and take what he wants without permission. But Jared's learned his lesson. Stays put even though he's dying to taste the jealousy on Jensen's lips.

"Can I wear my collar then?" He asks, soft and hopeful, pretty eyes locked with Jensen's.

"Of course you can, baby. I'm never going to let you leave the house without it on again."

Jared almost cries tears of joy when he hears the wicked tone in his Dom's voice. A sick part of him wishing that Jensen wouldn't even let him leave the house until he made sure Jared knew just who he belonged to.

"Thank you, Mr. Ackles."

"You're welcome, pet."

Jared feels a bit unsteady when Jensen steps back to take him in. His dark, hungry eyes giving Jared such a thorough once over that it makes the younger man's cheeks heat up with blush. He wants Jensen so bad right now that he can barely breathe. His need to be touched, to be controlled by the only man who knew how to handle him, hitting Jared like a sucker punch. He was so turned on now that it was causing him physical pain, and to make matters worse, Jared knew he had a long, torturous night of begging ahead of him before his Dom would even consider do anything about it.

"Oh, and don't worry Mr. Murray," Jensen says suddenly, looking over Jared's shoulder to address Chad directly for the first time that night, "If you sit still and behave, I'll make sure to leave the bedroom door open so you can hear my puppy scream."

Fuck, maybe Jared's plan had worked after all.

[sometimes-we-all-fall]

A little Bucky ff…

It was always a good idea to be the boss’ favourite toy.

She slipped down the pole, every languid inch of her body running down the cold metal. Pulling her limbs down with the darker tempo of the music and when the beat popped, she flipped her head back. Her hair was a flying bird in the air, arms swirling in a twirl that would make saints faint on the spot.

A man to her right: a handsome one with heavy tattoos and that smile, the one all the women fawned over for sure. He was the one who she’d caught the eyes of.

Anna put a hand out to the girl on her left and whispered she’d be right back. Then she climbed down the stage, a beeline straight to the man. He saw her coming and nudged at his friends and when they saw her and their jaws dropped Anna’s pride soared.

Of course Anna was gorgeous, her parents wouldn’t have gotten such a high price for her if she wasn’t.

Smiling a million dollars, Anna swayed her hips right to him. He yanked her, his fingers digging into her waist as he pressed her too close to his torso.

“That ass has my name on it princess.” He whispered in her ear.

Anna tried her hardest not to roll her eyes at the same line every man spluttered out with. Fair enough, on the ledge of her pantyline a delicate tattoo read, ‘your name.’ But she was really fucking tired of it.

“Hands off pretty boy, it's the only rule.” Anna winked but her fingers pried firmly at his hands. He sighed and gave her another firm squeeze before letting go with an overdramatic nod. She got to work then, shaking her ass in his face and running the tips of her fingers everywhere but where he wanted.

It was the whole trading chip of a stripper to leave them wanting more, always on the edge of desire and frustration and relaxation. This man was not taking kindly to her tactics though.

She had one hand in his hair, pulling just enough and the other delightfully too high on his waist. Her tits were definitely on one of each of his eyes as she danced to the music.

“Stop.” he put a hand on her throat, “teasing.” his tongue licked the column of her throat before she could pull away. And when she tried, his hand only held tighter.

Grinning, Anna slid her hand up his arm, pulling her body closer and closer, her bloodred lips inches from his neatly trimmed beard. She ran a streak of that lipstick across his cheek until her lips found the shell of his ear. The man seemed to practically purr.

“If you look behind me, on my right shoulder and next to the bar is a man I am sure is staring at you.” when his hand on her throat faltered a little all Anna’s teeth bore. “His name is James, a former soldier and present advocate for the devil.”

Her words had the man practically melting off her but Anna only leaned closer, let her knees rest between his thighs. “A personal bodyguard of mine you could say and though I told you not to touch…” she trailed off.

Anna slid a hand to the tent below her and leaned all her weight down. He grunted and huffed.

“Pay up.” she whispered, but he only sneered in her face.

She shrugged and released the poor fucker, slapping her hands together as if touching him had left her hands dirty.

The man looked all shades of pissed. “Filthy bitch. Too fucking useless to even give me blueballs.” Anna only winked.

Sad for him really, that streak on his cheek was Anna’s personal penmanship for his demise. Sure enough, as she headed to the bathroom James had gotten off his stool and strutted straight to the man.

Leaning on the cracked sink, Anna closed her eyes for a minute. It was four in the morning and she’d been in these heels for the better part of twelve hours. Her feet hurt. Her head hurt, her eyes and every inch of her body ached.

But, she took a breath and fumbled beneath the pipes of the sink and- there, found it. She only spilled three of the slim pills onto her hand, deciding not to let her head get too fuzzy tonight and chucked them to the back of her throat. The effect was instant, her head feeling like the pins weren’t there and her hands the opposite.

A shuddering breath and a swipe at the mascara under her eyes, Anna straightened herself again, plastered her filthiest smile on and clicked out the bathroom.

James had taken his spot at the bar again, brooding over a knuckle of whiskey. She went over to him, gesturing at Andy across the bar for her regular drink. She only barely missed the seat the first time and knocked into James on her second attempt.

He only exhaled deeply and elbowed her the right way. “Flags and weapons look the same Anna.”

Her brain was too fucked to even understand what the fuck he was on about. “James-”

“That’s not my name.”

“We only live once and all that bullshit. Let me be who I am. To be the best me I can be.”

He feigned a chuckle. “Where’d you hear that one?”

She peeled the skin off a peanut, “subway station.”

The corner of his mouth curled and she nearly choked on the nut.

“A smile? James, you-“

“Anna.”

She grinned evilly. “James.”

“That’s not my name.”

She threw a hand on her chest, gasping “James!”

He shook his head and gave up, swigging from the glass. She rolled her eyes, he was never any fun.

“Alright, Thomas.”

“Still not-”

“I think it’s time I went home.”

James levelled an eye at her, “your shift isn’t over yet.” Anna grimaced but nodded.

She stepped onto the floor and spun his seat so she was nestled between his legs. James raised his chin with a snort. That was the biggest invitation she’d get.

Anna tilted her head, watching where his eyes turned from ‘boss mode’ to ‘whatever’.

Dipping a hand down, she felt the bump at his crotch and ran the tips of her stiletto nails down it. His hips jerked and Anna gleamed.

Andy had turned his back and all other girls secretly hissed at her, Anna was the only one he ever tolerated. The one he’d let be rubbed off for a few extra hours in bed.

He hissed when she came close enough to smell the mint and whiskey on his breath and nipped the hairs of his stubble. She ducked down then and rubbed her nose over his throat, keening when the parcel in her hand throbbed a little.

“Up. Get up and follow me.” He hissed under his breath and she didn’t take a moment to clasp his hand and pull him to the darkest of the booths.

James spread eagled across the surface and caught her as Anna flung herself into his lap. She was on his mouth instantly, pulling and nipping his bottom lip until she was let in to explore. He was warm and soft and familiar, and she fell into the curves of his chest easily.

James hummed in approval when she rolled her hips over his bulge, so she did it again, but this time her fingers tugged those fly-away hairs on his nape. That throbbing pulsed past the leather on her thighs and Anna grinned through the kiss.

They were never gentle, always tugging and clawing at each other for that release. It wasn’t as if James couldn’t have every woman in the club if he wanted, he was the owner, but they lost each other in the familiarity. She had known him since the war ended and watched as he built this place from the ground, only ever asking to be a part of his journey. She didn’t want anything else, didn’t need; at least not from him. Anna would never ask another thing from any man ever again.

“I need you early tomorrow.” James panted through his teeth and she momentarily went still and groaned.

He picked her lips back up and ran a rough hand down her back. “Kelly quit yesterday and we have no one for the live tomorrow. I swear, it's only temporary.”

When he trailed that sweet mouth to her collar it became impossible to think. “How bad-” his devil tongue sliced a path of desire down her chest. “How bad do you want me?”

James knew what she was doing and he couldn’t care less. “Not want.” he raked his cock up her tortoursley. “I need you. Could barely survive without you.”

She was lost and nodded a yes to now and whenever. He praised her beauty before stealing the air from her lungs, his tongue doing dangerous things to her mouth and throat. And she couldn’t help herself from chasing that friction, flushing the denim seam against her aching core. James met her eagerly, happy to be the giver this time round.

He slapped the bare skin around her thong and humped her up and down his lap. She moaned too loud for decency. All too soon there was a bubble in her stomach and she began panting and falling, her limbs giving over to whatever James could offer her. He undid her with every heave but she needed more of him on every part of her body, the body that betrayed her right then.

With a shudder her head exploded into stars and the only way to hold on was to dig her nails into him, a pain that had him ripping the steady pace and fucking her into oblivion. He grunted but still wasn’t there. Only barely hanging on as Anna flew worlds over; but that wouldn’t do at all.

She pulled herself up with renewed vigor and James’ heart fluttered with anticipation. She took over then, a predator spotting its prey. Her hips drew breathy moans from him, pulling apart his sense of self and yanking them together and when her teeth flew to his throat-

He was undone. Spent and too uncontrolled to stop the sounds or jerking of his hips that nearly knocked Anna’s head on the light above them. It rippled through him in ecstasy. He pulled her right to him then, so she was flush with his chest and he could hear her second release barrel through her with the last few thrusts.

Anna lay in his neck, gathering her thoughts from the floor. James was gripping her tight enough she was practically clung to his torso like a monkey. She could feel the humming bird in his chest slowly calm as the breaths in her hair lulled. He was content and Anna was all too happy to sit there, she’d fall asleep in his arms without bother. Even the music seemed satisfied and soft.

The flashing lights had turned to a dim glow for the late nighters and Anna let herself melt. Only for him would she be so content and she knew, Anna just knew this is what it felt like to be truly home. Clustered in his heat where even the scar riddled soldier was happy to dream with his face in her hair.

Anna opened her eyes to darkness. The beeping at the side of her bed seemed to get louder with every second. She flung an arm out and shut the blasted thing up. She was still there in James’ arms for a second before reality hit.

And Anna couldn’t stop the dam from bursting as she wished with all her heart that it could have been real. That James was alive and well. That she wasn’t aching for his smile every blasted morning and his voice every night. Anna prayed that somewhere out there he was alive but it was impossible. Impossible because she was part of Hydra, part of this century and yet it hurt like no torture could ever match. James would only ever be memories in her dreams.

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the 100 diaries S2 E4

quarantine diaries: may 27 2020

season 2 episode 4: “Many Happy Returns”

that umbrella is so ineffective there are literally holes. i bet its there purely for decoration. also rey from star wars is that you? a scavenger you are

they found anya and clarke soooo fast. i also love how anya keeps clarke on a leash. 

yeah finn i do think that you wanted to kill him. but also “youre not yourself right now”-bellamy. just give finn a snickers and all will be good.

side note: remember when they were worried about winter. look at where these kids are now

“that was rough landing” no shit murphy. you know what murphy you are the comic relief that no one asked for or needed. 

wow finn really don’t want to save this girl. finn embracing the darkness. this is not the spacewalker i used to know and kinda like. but this is just very different character pacing for finn. honestly what are the writers doing. he went from carefree/irresponsible fuckboi to pacifist killjoy to now an obsessive boyfriend ready to kill and do anything to get back to his girl. maybe there were some subtle hints towards this character progression but all this in such a short time makes it kinda seem out of no where.

is the electric fence to keep people out or to keep people in?? also it reminds me of Jurassic park

nice hipster clutches raven.

when that boy pulled a knife on jaha. i had flashbacks to charlotte and wells. I was scared. 

anya said “down” yeah these two were a furry couple in an au. and when anya really slapped clarke in the face with mud i couldnt help but laugh

that was some thin rope but i guess if thin rope can contain lincoln then ok. this kid clearly did not get an A in earth skills or not at least for tying knots...yeah we all saw that death a mile away. kinda stupid that no one was watching/holding the rope. i really thought someone was gonna grab that rope tho and try to save him before he fell to his death. he really just fell

but also how did the girl get there in the first place you can’t tell me that she landed like that? she also didn’t climb her way up the cliff just to get stuck on the ledge. soooo.....

“im not strong stubborn maybe”-mel (11:57) why am i this girl?

finn is pissed at how long this is taking. but even murphy is for on this? that is when you know your moral compass is wrong.

dead zone. city of lights. more world building. please tell me that we see this city of lights

eat that bug. bone apple tea

jaha’s reaction to zoran wasn’t that bad tho. also not to be political but she said “we’re used to the hatred” to a black man. i cannot help but see the irony.

jaha reconsidering all his life choices after hearing siennas story. especially thinking about wells. yikes. yeah ngl jaha you kinda fucked up there.

ooo a new love interest for raven?? i do like this banter between raven and wick

anya was so ready to kill clarke. straight up grabbed the rock closest to her and was ready to smash. but lucky for clarke and her conviently quick thinking. hard core anya

bellamy made me say cadet kelly who? **sorry could not find a better photo but i kinda like it adds to my cheesy and cheap aesthetic 

i cant’ believe theyre holding the rope this time but not for sterling. anything for bellamy tho. they cannot be out there risking prettyboy bellamys life. side note: sorry but what if finn was just like guys lets just let go of this rope and go find our friends bc you know finn doesn’t like this plan because its talking to long. finn was definitely thinking this and you cannot change my mind.

when murphy said “don’t you worry, bellamy. i wont drop you” (19:20) it kinda sounded like a threat but also like murphy was flirting with bellamy. do i ship? no absolutely no. murphy is the one person that i refuse to ship with bellamy. im still salty that he tried to hang prettyboy bellamy

oh yes they are pushing for raven and wick. i also have to mention: raven’s leg is straight up dragging. put on the damn brace. does anyone know how long after the surgery this takes place because damn raven you recover like jasper 

when the rope broke and when the arrows started coming. i fell out of my seat. i swear whenever murphy is around anything that could go wrong does go wrong. deadass i believe that murphy is a bad luck charm. hes just needs to leave.

it doesnt help that i reallllly don’t like murphys hair in this episode? what are those? twists?

aww bellamy and octavia are reunited. but tbh their separation wasnt that long 

i also have to mention that these kids have really white teeth. they may have grease hair but they have the whitest teeth in the world

raven and wick are really flirting. and i ship. shes needs to move on from finn. ngl i dont know this guy that well but i already like him a lot more than finn. 

jaha’s lips are crusty af. someone get him some chapstick

woah clarke. power move. did not think you had it in you. clarke said:

what was that look between bellamy and mel? another ship? 

‘what happened to your boyfriend’ is murphy movin in on octavia? another ship?

thats a cute map

Octavia is all of us (well at least me) when she said “really?” in response to bellamy giving murphy a gun. i still do not trust murphy.

girl fight. this was the most violent scene yet. was that last punch really necessary tho clarke? side note: anya when she said “you fought well” was like shang saying to mulan “you fight good” another ship?

byrne nooo!! you may be right but you are annoying me

wow they really turned on jaha.  but yes “to survive we do what we must” and you know what that means...wear a damn mask whenever youre in a public area. wash your hands. social distance yourself.

bounty on sky people? why?

sidenote: this desert father looks like a skinny DJ kahlid 

anya died too fast and too easily. somebody please say sike. SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW! no actually tho. they did not just kill off this badass warrior with a gun. i refuse. no she has to still be alive. this boss bitch did not just survive mount weather and being hunted just for her to die like this no. absolutely not. she is alive. she has to be. i refuse to believe this death.

[briek58454521]

Cancel Culture?...

Okay.

I’ve seen this shit going around for a while. I feel obligated to correct the record.

In the wake of multiple Breadtube users being eviscerated by the public in the last year, I’d like to talk... about “cANceL cULTurE”.

But first, some back-round. I’ll be brief.

Over a year ago, Youtuber Lily Orchard’s video about Steven Universe blew up the internet, invoking praise from many facets of online culture, as well as a sizable backlash, as any video criticizing Steven Universe will invariably do. In an attempt at a response, Breadtuber Sarah Z uploaded a video titled “Bad Media Criticism”, which around 17 minutes in, talked about said video.

The response was filled with, let’s face it, lies and actual bad faith criticisms towards the content, misinformation, omission of context in important bits, and general shoddiness in action (yes, I’m biased. Reality is biased, sometimes). Criticism was swift to arrive, and the video provoked Lily herself to respond. And in the face of the factual corrections, and legitimate criticisms... Sarah doubled down, and in her infamous Twit-Longer, decided to continue to assure herself and others that her criticism was valid because regardless of whatever Lily actually said, it was still bad faith criticism.

A short while after that, fellow Breadtuber Lindsay Ellis uploaded a video discussing Black Ariel, claiming that the decision to make Ariel black was entirely a decision made because of “Woke Branding” to make more money off of people and continue raking in more and more cash, citing HBomberGuy’s “WOKE BRANDS” video essay. Many commented that this was rather racist, considering that Cartoon Network is just as much of a greedy bastard corporation as Disney was, yet, denounced criticism of Steven Universe, a show of Cartoon Network’s body of work, because “support minority voices”, with the same people commenting that this looked rather selective.

Lindsay doubled down on the criticism, and would continue defending it and publicly shitting the bed as more shitstorms (PLURAL) would erupt (lol).

After THAT, Breadtuber CONTRAPOINTS/ NATALIE WYNN would publish many videos that kept pissing of trans and non-binary viewers with a fuck-load of back handed remarks and general derogatory comments about them, as well as getting pissy that people ask for her gender and pronouns in public safe-spaces. In “The Aesthetic”, Natalie had a character playing the role of the people who make the CORRECT claim that gender is eternal and that you are what you say you are, and ANOTHER who was a truscum who would repeat the arguments that “kinda hypothetical” and, “kinda a weak argument”. This would create a backlash, and Natalie would respond with a thread that, contained a lotta shit, but also contained THIS BULLSHIT. Straight from the horses mouth, fam.

“I’m sure this is not the experience of many NBs. I’ll leave it to them to articulate what NB existence looks like in a binary world. I do not and cannot speak for them. But surely(sic) an account that begins and ends with “I’m not a man because I don’t identify as one” is pretty weak”

Later, after deleting the thread and getting more shit for it, she would upload an absurd non-apology video called “Pro-nouns”, where she would dress up like a fucking clown-ass Oompa-Loompa who just escaped from Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, and make several dumb-ass claims and a fuck-ton of truscum arguments, including stating that she “wants to be a convert” to “believe” NBs, and that she would listen and respect NB people’s beliefs “so long as those beliefs are valid” After more backlash to that happened, she would continue this trend, platforming actual truscum like Buck Angel, selling anti-semetic reptilian agenda merchandise, and hosted a Patreon stream where she just... basically shat on everyone. She shat on people like HBomberGuy, for performativity in regards to the meme “Donkey Kong said Trans Rights” (yes, she is that desperate. She will accuse people who raise 340,000 fucking dollars of performativity and virtue-signaling), stated that older trans people would be considered truscum, and even that most of her friends were truscum.

The one thing that was consistent in these stories was the insistence that the criticism was just an attempt at Cancel Culture.

Cancel Culture is essentially the point where in an attempt to either exclude, harass, or target others for political views, religion, ethnicity, race, sexuality, gender, etc., people will devolve into many forms of online harassment and abuse of the media outlets, among other things, in order to silence the target, or deter the target from making an argument. It can even happen just because people don’t like someone.

For Sarah, this took the form of accusing the people criticizing Steven Universe of having a dishonest double-standard, because if a straight, white, cis-dude made it, no one would be saying shit about it. Even though the show is historically praised by WHITE progressives, and criticized by EVERYONE else.

For Lindsay, it was that the people making this claim were just fooled by the “Woke Brand” train.

For Natalie, it was “the Left is eating itself”.

I would like to say this right now. The only time I actually saw Cancel Culture in action was during the shitstorm that erupted with VivziePop and her pilots for Hazbin Hotel, and Helluva Boss came out and everyone was looking for a bunch of shit to bring up about Vivzie personally, her apparent “transphobia”, “homophobia” as understood by Steven Universe fans, and generally just a bunch of bullshit that Rebecca Sugar got away with when she pulled the same shenanigans.

That is Cancel Culture.

And the only reason I can see for it was just because Vivzie (to my knowledge, at least) isn’t a member of the LGBT community. (Those same people would respond to her stating that she plans on having Alistor, the Radio Demon, be ace with “Hey, did you hear something?”, btw)

(EDIT: I initially stated, as shown above, that Vivzie wasn’t a LGBT community member. She is. She’s bi. Apologies for getttin that bit wrong. I’d also like to mention that she’s Latin as well, but is also shit-talked for apparently being too white to be Latin. 

So......yeah. Can’t begin to imagine why all of those mentioned weren’t given the same treatment.... Was there any doubt when Lindsay said she was Native?......)

And that wasn’t the case with any of the aforementioned. Natalie wasn’t “cancelled” until she kept shitting on people for the fiftieth (hyperbolicly fiftieth) time. Sarah was never cancelled. She got away with slander, and was quickly forgiven just because she’s a leftist. Lindsay is getting away with excusing away, and flat out DEFENDING PEDOPHILIA, AND IS STILL POSTING. She ain’t cancelled.

Cancel Culture may happen sometimes, genuinely, like with Vivzie, but those are the exceptions that prove the rule. It’s mostly just “this person said I sound completely contrary to what I believe, it must be (insert cause)”

It’s Lily’s fault, it’s a dishonest double-standard, it’s the radicals, it’s Woke Brand brain-washing, it’s “bAd faITh cRitISIsm”, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...

Let me tell you something. In Sarah’s case, not all criticism is because there’s a dishonest double-standard. And even if it were, that doesn’t make doing something horrible because of your identity the right thing to do. Because NO ONE should be putting in the most racist, bigoted, and frankly gross and disgusting shit in their work, regardless of whether you’re white, black, gay, lesbian, trans, NB, Gen Z, Boomer, etc. Like the human zoo, the Amethyst-Garnet fusion, Bismuth, the Pearl-Rose dynamic, the Nazi woobification, and the blatant disregard for the very people the show claims to be an ally too.

See also, the N-Word.

Despite the belief that white people can’t say it while black people CAN, black people don’t use it in a conversation formally, and can’t really use it ANYWAY because it’s still a fucking slur. And if you say it in public, there will be consequences, whether it be social repercussions, or legal action. And people have been saying it less and less as a result of this attitude becoming more present.

In regards to Lindsay, we know, bitch. We fucking know. We know that Disney wants our money like crazy. We know that this could be just another woke branding thing. We know that brands aren’t our friends, we know, we know, we know, we know. We know, Lindsay, we know. But, don;t chat shit about it if you aren’t going to criticize Cartoon Network for Steven Universe, Amazon for selling Pride merch, and Target for Pride clothes. Because then we know that you’re being very selective about what you’re labeling as “woke branding”.

In regards to Natalie, SHUT THE FUCK UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP. That is literally all you have to do. Just SHUT. THE FUCK. UP. And accept that you aren’t as woke as you like to think you are. The left isn’t eating it’s own by disowning shitty people. It’s doing itself a favor for it.

Remember R. Kelly? Everyone said that black people were just turning on each other when actual, legitimate evidence came forward, showing that he;s a FUCKING PEDOPHILE. And that attitude would continue for almost three decades before someone FINALLY said, “No, this man is dangerous, lock him up”. You know the phrase “A few bad apples?” People only say that, and just ignore the rest when defending shitty people on the Left, mostly because they don’t want to disown them. The phrase, however is ACTUALLY “A few bad apples SPOIL THE BUNCH”. If you don’t weed out the bad ones, they’ll spoil the tree.

Most of this bullshit would have been solved easily if ANY of the aforementioned had looked at their behavior, ACTUALLY apologized, expressed due diligence, and STOPPED FUCKING DOING THE SHIT.

The only reason people get away with this is because A LOT OF PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET HAVE FUCKING TERRIBLE PRIORITIES.

People take more offense to someone shutting down an opinion rather than someone being a scumbag.

People jut decided not to care about Sarah’s lies ENTIRELY because “It’s Lily”.

People defended Lindsay entirely because “Fuck Disney”.

People defended Natalie because “The Left is eating itself, we need to support minority voices”.

Because the myth of Leftist-Cancel Culture is just an excuse to not have to change. To not commit. To not put in effort. To not expand time to bettering yourself or the environment around you. To jerk off to how woke you are while criticizing others who tell challenge that. To wax poetic because it’s good for your ego.

It’s not just them. It’s many of their fans, and hundreds of thousands, if not, millions of people on the internet. And by far, their worst deeds aren’t that they inadvertently or otherwise attract Nazis, keep sucking off incels, truscum, TERFs, pedophiles, and other facets of human garbage while disemboweling others for far, FAR lesser crimes on the basis that they aren’t woke or nice enough for their liking, or EVEN the harassment that they’ve engaged in, caused, and instigated.

It’s that they’ve convinced themselves that by doing all of the above, that they are in any way superior to the people they cry foul against. The people who call them out on their bullshit when it arises. The people who raise $340,000 for their OWN people while the most they’ve done is play dress up and recycle Eddie Murphy’s shtick for the 500th time. The people who are part of the very minority voices they claim to support yet disregard on the basis that they said some mean words, or argued in bad faith, or just have a personal grudge against the people that they criticize. The people of color who FLAT OUT know better than them, yet, who they write off at every possible opportunity as just believing that companies care, or that Disney is good, or even just write ‘em off as having the wrong priorities or being stupid, as if they are in any way super clever and superior for coming to a conclusion that many more talented, creative, intelligent, and just frankly BETTER people came to years ago. 

They are MORE PERFORMATIVE, more ENTITLED, more ARROGANT, more IGNORANT, more UNAWARE, more BIASED, more SELFISH, and more SELF-INDULGENT than a good 98% of the people they criticize.

They hate these people so much...because they hate looking in mirrors.

And Leftist Cancel Culture is just a manifestation of that psychological projection. Simple as.

If you skipped to the end, fuck you. No TL: DRs in this neck of ‘da fuckin woods

[artsninspo]

PART X - The Hunt

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Author’s Note: 

There are some BIG reveals in this chapter. Things are starting to heat up.  Hope you’re enjoying - buckle up :)

Reconciling his feelings for Elle was a difficult task. He cared and every time they fucked he wanted more. He’d always needed a certain amount of space and she felt like the perfect intersection between his wants and needs. But he’d never been good at partnership or cared enough to go out of his way for anyone.

He’d let emotion cloud his curiosity for too long, now it was time for answers.

Tre sat in his car for twenty minutes contemplating his meeting. The Italians on the other side of town ran the casinos and a couple of strip clubs. Definitely a place a chump like Kell could get hustled but as far as he knew that kind of violence wasn’t their style. He’d toed the line expertly between the two worlds never getting in to deep to keep outsiders out. His grandmother’s best friend was an underbosses wife. He’d grown up adjacent to some shot callers. It’s how he got his liquor license for the club, equipment to start it up wholesale and an extra line of defence in case anyone tried to fuck him up.

“Tre?” Sal says once he walks in looking tired and unshaven. They were close in age - Sal being a few years older.

“What’s up Sal? Had some things on my mind wanted to know if you had some time?” He asks making note of his surroundings. Sal nods heading into the back while his people watch Tre closely. They sit in the upscale office cutting cigars to have a smoke as custom before getting started.

“Things got a little out of control” Tre speaks.

“I heard a story what’s yours?” Sal asks getting comfortable.

“Lawyers husband gets shot up during museum event. We hear he has a debt. I’m not asking it’s just not what I’m used to”

“What’s your dog in this fight?” Sal smiles, he’d known Tre forever and the whole world could be falling down - Tre wouldn’t bat an eye unless it was affecting his business or causing attention from the cops.

“Black I’ve known you since we were kids, you don’t put your neck out on the line for no one. You’ve never come around unless it’s business. You only spent an hour at my wedding” he lists curiously making black swallow. It was all true. Sal had tried to be there for his friend. His mother and father had extended their home to him when his grandmother died but he didn’t want hand outs. He just wanted to be alone.

“Alan Clarke”

“Ahh, crooked politician” Sal smiles. “What? He doesn’t know the town is impossible to take over?” Sal laughs.

“Kell is his in law, the family is good for money. I just don’t see how he’d run up a debt. I don’t see how it makes sense.” Tre explains.

“I don’t know nothing about it” Sal tells Tre earnestly. “Sounds like I should look into it. Debt gets thrown around and people start looking to us” he swallows.

“It smells bad”

“I agree, it stinks” Sal nods looking Tre over. He admired him. Especially for being mostly on his own. “Alan Clarke” Sal repeats taking a long pull. “He’s good forever and we take care of family”

“Trusting a politician, I’ve always heard the opposite is the smartest course of action”

“It is usually, no one trusts him. The fuck is a coward but he cares about career. He fucked his own daughter over for the family” Sal swallows putting the cigar down.

“Step daughter” Tre corrects.

“You’ve done your research, nice piece of ass” Sal smiles making Tre uncomfortable. He and Elle weren’t together but he wanted nothing more than to check Sal.

“Not completely up on what happened”

“His kid, well she’s a fucking star. She’s fearless and fun. Had a club by the beach. Old Hollywood style. Everyone was there it was such a good time. She could clean liquor and pockets in no time but fuck man, shit didn’t matter because it was the best few hours of your life.” Sal shrugs.

It was news to Tre, he’d heard about the club but never been.

“Anyhow Princess has a business partner, best friend. Business partner was fucking the bosses wife. That’s unforgivable but the bitch lies says it was rape because he drugged her the first time and then threatened to blackmail her the other times” Sal swallows. “Jesse was a piece of shit for screwing her but he wouldn’t rape her. But when you hear that from your wife what are you going to do?” Sal shrugs.

“So he took care of it?”

“We all got there like it was a regular night then guns were drawn. Boss got Alan’s kid and threatened to do to her what he thought was done to his wife. Or let his crew. The kid had heart and didn’t beg, she was pissed. She called Rina every name in the book for lying. We tried to stop it but then she started talking to the boss crazy. Guns were pulled on Jesse. She stopped tears in her eyes she said she’d fuck everyone in there if he didn’t shoot” Sal swallows zoning out and looking ahead.

Tres stomach stirs as he feels sick at the thought of Elle going through anything like that.

“Jesse wouldn’t allow it. Not Princess, not ever. She told the boss he was making a mistake and that his wife couldn’t be trustees she was a lying whore. She told off Jesse for fucking with her. Rina stayed quiet keeping the lie. They had to pry Princess from Jesse. He made them promise nothing would ever happen to her walked to his death like a man.”

Tre looks up at Sal feeling ice in his veins for Elle.

“All in front of the girl?”

“Yeah” he nods taking a sip of his bourbon.

“I mean, the family is tough but if I heard someone threatened to have my daughter fucked by twenty odd guys. I’m not attesting to it being a crime of passion over a rape. Jesse didn’t rape Rina” Sal swallows. “That bitch ruined the only good fun in two hundred miles. Club is shut down and there hasn’t been a party in nine months because of her shit” Sal says with distaste. It’s only his place because the boss is his cousin. “Like I said, nothings happening to Alan or his family”

Tre sits in silence, fucked up was an understatement to describe Elle’s family. They completely fucked her over.

“The girls safety is in my interest” he says shocking Sal who knew Tre was a no attachments kind of guy.

“She’s protected. Boss feels bad about how shit went down. Rina came clean. Her brothers already been here. Her pops, he’s a respectable guy that’s done us many favours in the past” Sal explains.

“I need a favour. I’m looking into it myself but I hear it’s some east side thugs who ran up on the event shooting. I was supposed to be there too. I know your girls are good at getting the truth out of people. I can pay to have two put on these two” Tre says showing pictures of two of his associates.

“Keep your money, we’re family and these idiots are using our name. It’s in our interest to sort it out before the cops do” Sal says causally.

“Thank you” Tre nods.

“Keep in touch, be careful” Sal warns as Tre leaves.

____

Elle was the only one taking the shooting seriously. Dia was back to work within a week and Kizzy back on her bullshit. Leaving Elle with the responsibilities of walking Pet. Kelly’s long haired miniature daschound. She’d been trying to piece everything together on her own with no luck. Sitting on the picnic table watching Pet run around the dog park felt like the only time she’d exhaled in weeks. Pungent cologne gets her attention and she turns to see Luca a man she’d kill in seconds of it wouldn’t endanger the people she loved.  She turns looking back at the dogs at he sits, tears welling in her eyes.

“I told you I’m not selling the club and it’s not reopening” Elle swallows.

“This isn’t about the club” he says.

“I told you, we have nothing to talk about until you leave me alone with your bitch wife” Elle snaps recklessly. He could kill her right there and then.

“I’d never allow any of my men to put a hit out on your uncle” he speaks to cover his own tracks.

“What do I owe the honour of your company Luca?” Elle snaps with hostility, not understanding why he was here after everything.

“You ran, ran away to the middle of nowhere. You didn’t tell me who your father was, you always said you didn’t do serious but a man met with my second about your safety.” He explains letting her know ego was involved.

“Luca fuck off, you killed my world.” Elle snaps walking away but he pulls her back.

“I should’ve listened to you. I shouldn’t have said what I said but I am who I am. People aren’t perfect” he iterates using her line. “He had to pay for fucking my wife.”

“She never loved him you know and he adored her” Elle cries wiping her eyes. It’s what broke her heart the most. Jesse finally loved women who he thought loved him back. He was so sure he had what people searched their entire lives for - real love. “I’ve spent months going over it in my head. She knew about us, she knew that you were fucking me Luca. She knew she wasn’t enough to make it stop. She wanted to hurt me. She did. She lied got Jesse killed and made it so I’d NEVER want you again” Elle breathes taking her arm back.

“She isn’t done, she knows you’ve been here. She’s been dialling this area code. Something about a fire, off brand crooks trying to get at you. Blacks been getting between all her efforts”

“Leave Black out of it!” Elle snaps and Lucas expression sours. He tries stomaching the resentment and jealousy.

“He’s fine, he has a lot of love” Luca swallows.

“I don’t understand what her problem is. She has you and she’s still upset?” Elle contemplates enraged.

“I haven’t been with her” Luca says like its supposed to mean something to Elle - like there was a chance she could forgive him. It was never supposed to get so serious. He was a regular and Elle was feeling frisky. She’d always enjoyed games of chicken and high stakes. So what he was married? That didn’t mean much in that world. But Luca caught feelings and spent more nights with his pretty little thing. Neglecting his home. Then to rope her in he got involved with Alans business. He likes the chase as much as Elle likes running.

High risk, high reward.

Nothing else in his life was that carefree. Least of all his marriage. Business seemed easier than that. Rina had never made a fuss about his affairs before but the writing was on the wall about Elle. Her husbands attention wasn’t hers and neither was his love. She’d seen the gifts and attention and decided to fuck them all over for breaking her heart.

But now there were two women scorned.

“Luca!” Elle shouts. “Do us all a favour and either fuck her or kill her. Do me a favour and leave me alone” Elle says picking up the dog and heading to her car.

_____

Authors Note:

Hell hath no fury like a what?

Anyone see this coming when it was first revealed how Jesse was killed? Make sense now why Elles been such a wreck. There are always several sides to a story.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Twelve

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff A/N: Smut warning for this chapter!

As expected, the morning the interview was uploaded, everyone went nuts. 

Tiffany eventually disabled her messaging on all social media platforms, the constant buzzing of her phone’s notifications driving her up the wall. 

While the majority of the reactions were positive, there were plenty of hate wishers. Comments ranging from “finally!” To “she’s only with him for clout,” and other things like “let’s see how long it lasts this time.”  As well as even worse flooded her news feeds until she eventually just turned her phone off with a roll of her eyes. 

“It’ll blow over in a few days, babe, calm down,” Colson reminded her as they sat at her kitchen bar eating breakfast, his smile reassuring and sweet, “Promise.”

“I hope so,” Tiffany sighed, her lips flapping together as she exhaled deeply, looking down at her cup of coffee, “I’d like to be able to check my Instagram without the death threats.” 

“Smile,” Colson said suddenly, holding his phone up to take a picture of her quickly. She groaned and tried to reach for the device, but he quickly jerked it away and jumped from his seat, “‍Nice. I got this, babe.”

“Colson, no!” She argued with a whine, “I look like shit, please don’t post that.” 

“Too late,” Colson snickered, mischievous grin curling his mouth as he typed away. He dramatically hit the screen with a pop of his lips, beaming his signature smile at Tiffany as he proclaimed, “Posted!”

Tiffany narrowed her eyes and shook her head at him before standing, collecting their now empty plates and dumping them in the sink before leaning against the counter to finish her coffee. Colson approached her slowly, his hand reaching out to grip her hip as he leaned into her. She pressed her face against his chest with a sigh, setting her cup down before wrapping her arms around him. 

“Love you, Tiff.” He murmured before kissing the top of her head, squeezing her close to him. 

Tiffany hummed in response, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of having him near her. That they were trying. That things were gonna work out. 

“I’ve gotta get ready for work.” She stated with a groan, lifting her head to look up at him while still pressed against  his chest, “What are y’all gonna do today?” 

“Dunno,” Colson answered with a shrug, his face falling slightly as he caressed the side of her face with his fingers, “Prolly make sure everything’s set up for the flight back home and chill here.” 

Tiffany nodded sadly at the reminder that he would be leaving soon, her teeth finding purchase in her lip as she looked away. 

“Hey,” Colson started, tilting her head back to look at him with a finger under her chin, “It’s not gonna be for long.”

She nodded again with a sigh, swallowing the lump in her throat as she stood on her toes to kiss him. His lips pressed against hers softly, his hands on either side of her face holding her in place. 

“Imma take you out tonight.” Colson declared after they broke apart, a new determination sparking in his crystalline irises. 

“Yeah?” Tiffany asked, smirk painting her lips as she cocked an eyebrow at him, “Where to?”

“All over. Gonna show you off.” He replied, his hands snaking down her frame to grab two handfuls of her ass, “So don’t stay gone too late.”

Tiffany chuckled as she pulled away from him, turning to head towards the bathroom to get ready for work as she replied over her shoulder sarcastically, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Ya gonna get it, girl!” Colson called out with a silly voice as the door shut, the sound of her laughing on the other side of it making him smile even brighter than before. 

—

“Hey, girl, you almost done?” Norman asked as he walked into Tiffany’s office, his face concerned as he looked up from his phone to the woman, who was wearing a frustrated expression as she clicked away on her computer, “Kels called me to see if you were still here. Why’s your phone off?”

“It’s been off all day,” Tiffany shrugged, clicking a few more times but still unsatisfied with the image in front of her’s contrast. Sighing deeply, she continued, “And yeah. I give up on this stupid fuckin’ thing for today, it’s pissing me off.”

“Take your time, lady, it’s fine,” Norman assured as he leaned against the side of her desk, “Go home and get ready for your hot date.” 

Tiffany rolled her eyes as she exited the program before closing the laptop. She sat back with a huff, turning in her seat to look at her boss, “He tell you about where we’re going?”

“Nah, but he said for you to hurry cuz he made reservations somewhere.” Norman replied, reaching over and grabbing her hand, “So come on, let’s go.”

“Fine,” she sighed as she let him pull her up. She grabbed her bag and followed him out, helping him turn off the lights throughout the office space until they reached the parking lot. 

“He goes back to Cali here soon, don’t he?” Norman asked curiously as he walked her to her car. The wrinkles around his eyes softened as he watched her dim, disappointment in her eyes as she nodded. 

“Yeah, for a little bit before he starts the fall tour. It’ll be a little bit before I get to see him again. They’ll be here for a show in October though that I’m gonna go to.” 

“That’s not too bad,” Norman replied as they reached her car, “I’m about to be gone ‘till November prolly for the show.” 

Shocked at the new information, Tiffany recoiled slightly, “What? Not even for the weekends?”

Shrugging, Norman pushed up his sunglasses as he replied, “Diane and the baby are gonna be in Germany while she films this movie, so I really don’t have any reason to come home.”

“Well that fuckin’ sucks.” Tiffany huffed, yanking open her car door as she glared at Norman, “You’re just leaving me like that?”

“I’ll be back, sweetheart. Plus, I’ll probably even need you to fly down there for a bit at least once.” He answered with a goofy smile, his hands in his pockets, “You’ll probably be so busy you won’t even know I’m gone.” 

“Whatever,” Tiffany growled as she squinted at him, “This is a betrayal.”

“Oh whatever, crazy. Get in the damn car and go. I’ll call you if I need you tomorrow.”

“Fuck you, Reedus,” Tiffany deadpanned as she crawled into the vehicle, rolling her window down as she closed the door, “This isn’t over with.”

“Byeeee,” He cooed, waving to her before turning around and heading in the direction of his bike. 

—

“Are you fucking done yet, bitch?” Colson voice called out as the sound of the door opening and closing echoed through Tiffany’s apartment. 

“Almost!” She yelled back, her reflection in the mirror staring back at her as she adjusted her the sleeve of the shirt she was wearing. She slipped her black flats on before smoothing the long, flowing skirt out one last time and exited her bedroom. 

“Finally, God damn,” He huffed in faux annoyance, his eyes drifting across her frame as he held the joint between his fingers out for her. “Holy fuck, you look good.”

“Well thank you, Mr. Baker,” She blushed, taking the joint from him and hitting it as her gaze raked itself over his appearance as well. The black v-neck t shirt he wore with matching colored jeans making the blue in his irises ever more vibrant, “You look pretty fine, yourself.” 

“Come ‘ere real quick,” He said, pulling her to him when she tried to move past him in the hallway. His hands snaked down her waste and to her ass to give it a squeeze as he breathed into her ear, “We can be a little late.”

“Oh really?” She smirked, feeling his lips brush against her neck as she hit the joint, exhaling as she spoke, “I thought we were in a rush.”

“Not anymore.” He rasped lowly, leading her back towards her bed while pulling her skirt up around her waist. She fell back onto the mattress, hitting the roach one last time before holding it out for him to put out. He disposed of it in the ashtray on the nightstand before returning his attention to her, his bottom lip caught in his teeth as lust danced around his eyes. 

One of his hands found her foot while the other trailed up her other thigh, pulling her shoe off as she kicked off the other. His long fingers wrapped around the arch of her heel before yanking her to the edge of the bed, his nails on her thigh scratching her sensitive flesh. 

“Mmm,” Colson hummed, licking his lips as he pulled her foot closer and kissed the top of it, eyes drifting as he watched her legs spread for him, “God damn.” 

A whimper left Tiffany’s throat as her body shivered with anticipation. She kneaded her own breasts through the fabric of her shirt as he kissed and bit at her ankle while his hand between her legs found her core. 

“No panties?” Colson smirked at her before pushing his fingertip inside, “Dirty whore.”

“Fuck you,” She breathed, rolling her hips into his hand when he crooked his finger, “You love it.” 

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He quipped back while his free hand worked open his belt to free his cock. A moment later, twin moans echoed through the room at the feeling of him filling her deep. 

“Fuck yeah, Tiff. Take it,” He grunted as he bent her in half, her legs hooked over his shoulders as he leaned over her on the mattress, “Take it, baby.”

“Colsoooon,” She mewled as he thrust hard inside her, her nails finding purchase across his back under his shirt and making him hiss. “Fuck, baby. Yes.”

Her muscles tensed and released against his throbbing cock, sensations of bliss circulating through the both of them. He continued to push in and out of her, her pussy dripping with arousal as she neared her orgasm.

“Holy fuck, yes, that’s it, baby,” He praised as he felt her tighten around him, “Gimme this pussy, girl.” 

“Fuck, Colson,” She gasped when he dug his hands into her hair with a sharp tug, her eyes rolling to the back of her head with the pleasurable pain, “Harder.”

“Yes mam,” He growled, his pace quickening as he drove impossibly deeper inside her body while tightening his grip in her waves, “Come on, Tiffany, come for me.”

“Shit,” She hissed, feeling her walls flex again as her vision began to blur and body began to quake, “Yes, Just like that.”

“Take my dick so good, baby,” He murmured against her skin, his lips dragging across her jaw to her throat to lick and bite, “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours, Colson,” She keened in reply, vibrating as the waves of orgasmic bliss finally crashed over her. Wetness flooded between them and Colson growled, unable to handle holding himself off anymore. 

“Fuck,” He barked, driving his hips into hers with a sharp thrust that knocked the wind out of her, his cock pulsing as it pumped his come inside her, “God damn, Tiff.”

“Fucking hell,” She breathed, her heart pounding and chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She tapped Colson on the shoulder to get him to move, the man breathlessly rolling off of her and onto his back.

“Okay, we really gotta go,” He chuckled, exhaling deeply before sitting up and looking down at her, “We’re gonna be stupid late for dinner.”

“You just killed me and expect me to be able to hop up and go to dinner?” Tiffany deadpanned, cocking an eyebrow at him, “Fucking hell.”

“Get up,” Colson commanded, smacking her on the bare thigh as he stood to tuck his dick back in his pants and buckle his belt, “Get up, get up, get up.”

“Okay, okay,” She replied, sitting up and running her fingers through her hair, “I’m coming.”

“Still? Damn, I really am good.” Colson teased with a wink, dodging the shoe she tossed at him as she stood.

She got herself put back together as Colson rolled another jay, the man yelling for her to hurry again as he waited in the living room.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” Tiffany replied as she came out of the bathroom. She plucked the joint from his fingers before he had the chance to light it, holding it between her lips as she put on her jacket, “You’d be late to your funeral.”

“Yeah, probably cuz I was waitin’ on your slow ass.” Colson sassed, smacking her on the butt playfully before stealing the spliff back, “Now come on, we got somewhere to be.”

“Where are we even fuckin’ going?” She laughed as she grabbed her purse before following him to the door.

“To get as drunk as possible, baby.” He winked as he held the door open for her, “Tonight is gonna be great.”

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                  ♕ GLAMOROUS, a lucinda talkalot mix ♕

“i just took a dna test, turns out i'm 100% that bitch.”

                                                                    ( listen )

01. YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN de billie eilish ( bite my tongue, bide my time, wearing a warning sign, wait till the world is mine. you should see me in a crown, i'm gonna run this nothing town. watch me make 'em bow one by one by one one by one by. you should see me in a crown, your silence is my favorite sound. watch me make 'em bow one by one by one one by one by one. )

02. BRAVADO de lorde ( 'cause i was raised up to be admired, to be noticed. i'm faking glory, lick my lips, toss my hair and turn the smile on. i was frightened of every little thing that i thought was out to get me down, to trip me up and laugh at me. but i learnt not to want the quiet of the room with no one around to find me out. i want the applause, the approval, the things that make me go oh, oh, oh, oh. )

03. CONFIDENT de demi lovato ( it's time for me to take it, i'm a boss right now. not gonna fake it, not when you go down. 'cause this is my game and you better come to play. i used to hold my freak back, now i'm letting go. i make my own choice. bitch, i run the show. so leave the lights on. no, you can't make me behave. so you say i'm complicated, that i must be outta my mind, but you've had me underrated, rated, rated. what's wrong with being, what's wrong with being, what's wrong with being confident? it's time to get the chains out, is your tongue tied up? 'cause this is my round and i'm dangerous. and you can get off, but it's all about me tonight. )

04. FOCUS de ariana grande ( i know what i came to do and that ain't gonna change. so go ahead and talk your talk, cause i won't take the bait. i'm over here doing what i like, i'm over here working day and night. i can tell you're curious, it's written on your lips. ain't no need to hold it back, go ahead and talk your shit. i know you're hoping that i'll react, i know you're hoping i'm looking back. just come and get it, let them say what they say, 'cause i'm about to put them all away. focus on me, fuh, fuh, focus on me (you know i like it when you focus on me). )

05. JUICE de lizzo ( mirror, mirror on the wall, don't say it 'cause i know i'm cute (ooh, baby). i'm like chardonnay, get better over time (so you know). heard you say i'm not the baddest, bitch, you lie (haha). it ain't my fault that i'm out here makin' news, i'm the pudding in the proof, gotta blame it on my juice. no, i'm not a snack at all, look, baby, i'm the whole damn meal (ooh, baby). )

06. FANCY de iggy azalea ft. charli xcx ( i'm so fancy, you already know. i'm in the fast lane, from l.a. to tokyo. i'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold? remember my name, 'bout to blow. )

07. PRIMADONNA de marina ( primadonna girl, yeah, all i ever wanted was the world. i can't help that i need it all, the primadonna life, the rise and fall. you say that i'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault. got you wrapped around my finger, babe, you can count on me to misbehave. beauty queen on a silver screen, living life like i'm in a dream. i know i've got a big ego, i really don't know why it's such a big deal, though. )

08. FASHION! de lady gaga ( fashion! looking good and feeling fine. fashion! step into the room like it's a catwalk. fashion! singing to the tune just to keep them talking. fashion! walk into the light, display your diamonds and pearls in mine. fashion! married to the night, i own the world. look at me now! i feel on top of the world in my fashion! fashion! make up on your face, a new designer dress. )

09. LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO de taylor swift ( the role you made me play of the fool, no, i don't like you. but i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time. honey, i rose up from the dead, i do it all the time. i've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined. i check it once, then i check it twice, oh! ooh, look what you made me do, look what you made me do, look what you just made me do. the world moves on, another day, another drama, drama. but not for me, not for me, all i think about is karma. and then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure, maybe i got mine, but you'll all get yours. )

10. TENNIS COURT de lorde ( don't you think that it's boring how people talk? making smart with their words again, well i'm bored. because i'm doing this for the thrill of it, killin' it. never not chasing a million things i want. getting pumped up on the little bright things i bought. it's a new art form showing people how little we care. we're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear. )

11. WASABI de little mix ( love to hate me, crazy, shady, spit me out like hot wasabi. love to hate me, praise me, shame me, either way you talk about me. i love the way you talk about me, look at how far it got me. ooh, baby, you (yes you), i can feel you hatin' on me. you, baby, you (yeah you), i'm glad to be your inspiration. who, baby, who's (guess who) the topic of your conversation? i-i-i am (i am). all the ugly things you say come and say 'em to my face. watchin' me, i ain't watching you (watchin' you). what you see, i hope you like the view (check it out). best believe you'll never get into me. all these words run through me. )

12. MR. KNOW IT ALL de kelly clarkson ( when somebody tells you something 'bout you, think that they know you more than you do, so you take it down another pill to swallow. mr. bring-me-down, well ya, ya like to bring me down, don't you? but i ain't laying down, baby, i ain't goin' down. can't nobody tell me how it's gonna be, nobody gonna make a fool out of me. baby, you should know that i lead not follow. 'cause baby you don't know a thing about me. )

13. CASTLE de halsey ( sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise. i'm headed straight for the castle, they wanna make me their queen. and there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying that i probably shouldn't be so mean. i'm headed straight for the castle, they've got the kingdom locked up. and there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying i should probably keep my pretty mouth shut. there's no use crying about it. )

14. BURNING GOLD de christina perri ( looking for an exit in this world of fear, i can see the path that leads the way. looking through the window to a world of dreams, i can see my future slip away. honey you won't get there if you don't believe. i wish the wind would carry a change. i've had enough, i'm standing up. i need, i need a change. i'm setting fire to the life that i know, let's start a fire everywhere that we go. we're starting fires, we're starting fires 'til our lives are burning gold. looking back i see i had the flame in me, i'm the wind that’s carrying change. )

15. MEAN de taylor swift ( you, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me. you have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing. you have pointed out my flaws again, as if i don't already see them. i walk with my head down, trying to block you out 'cause i'll never impress you. i just wanna feel okay again. but the cycle ends right now, 'cause you can't lead me down that road and you don't know, what you don't know, someday i'll be big enough so you can't hit me and all you're ever gonna be is mean. why you gotta be so mean? )

16. DONATELLA de lady gaga ( 'cause she walks so bad, like it feels so good, listen to her radiate her magic even though she knows she's misunderstood. what do you wanna wear this spring? what do you think is the new thing? what do you wanna wear this season? i'm gonna wear designer and forget your name. )

17. WORK BITCH de britney spears ( don't stop now, just be the champion. work it hard, like it's your profession. watch out now, 'cause here it comes. no time to quit now, just time to get it now. you wanna live fancy, live in a big mansion, party in france? you better work bitch, now get to work bitch. )

18. 7 RINGS de ariana grande ( buy myself all of my favorite things. been through some bad shit, i should be a sad bitch. who would have thought it'd turn me to a savage? i see it, i like it, i want it, i got it. whoever said money can't solve your problems must not have had enough money to solve 'em. they say, "which one?" i say, "nah, i want all 'em." happiness is the same price as "red-bottoms." my smile is beamin', my skin is gleamin'. the way it shine, i know you've seen it, you've seen it. i don't mean to brag, but i be like, "put it in the bag." )

19. BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY de rihanna ( bitch better have my money! y'all should know me well enough. bitch better have my money! please don't call me on my bluff, pay me what you owe me. don't act like you forgot, i call the shots, shots, shots. )

20. HOMEMADE DYNAMITE de lorde ( i'll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies. yeah, awesome right? our rules, our dreams, we're blind. blowing shit up with homemade dynamite. our friends, our drinks, we get inspired. blowing shit up with homemade dynamite. )

21. ANGELA de the lumineers ( but you held your course to some distant war in the corners of your mind. were you safe and warm in your coat of arms, with your fingers in a fist? strangers in this town, they raise you up just to cut you down. oh, angela it's a long time coming. )

22. THE OUTSIDE de taylor swift ( so how can i ever try to be better? nobody ever lets me in. i can still see you, this ain't the best view, on the outside looking in and i've been a lot of lonely places, i've never been on the outside. you saw me there, but never knew, that i would give it all up to be a part of this, a part of you. and now it's all too late. so you see... you could've helped if you had wanted to. but no one notices until it's too late to do anything. )

23. SORRY NOT SORRY de demi lovato ( now i'm out here looking like revenge, feelin' like a 10, the best i ever been. now payback is a bad bitch, and baby, i'm the baddest. you're fuckin' with a savage. can't have this, can't have this. and it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah. baby, i'm sorry (i'm not sorry). being so bad got me feelin' so good. feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned. yeah, i'm on fire and i know that it burns. )

24. CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF MYSELF de santigold ft. bc unidos ( if i wasn't me, i can be sure i'd wanna be. i'm pretty major and i'll say it out loud. living a living a fantasy, live in, i live in my vanity. all i wanna do is what i do well. ain't a gambler but honey i'd put money on myself. i'll tell you that i can't get enough, i'm on a roll, i keep turning it up. i'm my biggest fan and i can't get enough. i can't get enough, i'mma say it, it's true, i can't get enough of myself. )

25. CIRCUS de britney spears ( there's only two types of people in the world: the ones that entertain, and the ones that observe. well baby i'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl, don't like the backseat, gotta be first. i'm like the ringleader, i call the shots. i feel the adrenaline moving through my veins, spotlight on me and i'm ready to break. all the eyes on me in the center of the ring, just like a circus. )

26. I’M EVERY WOMAN de chaka khan ( i'm every woman, it's all in me. anything you want done, baby, i'll do it naturally. i ain't braggin' 'cause i'm the one, you just ask me ooh and it shall be done. and don't bother to compare, 'cause i've got it, i've got it, i've got it. )

27. APPLAUSE de lady gaga ( i live for the applause, applause, applause. live for the way that you cheer and scream for me, the applause, applause, applause. (a-p-p-l-a-u-s-e) make it real loud, (a-p-p-l-a-u-s-e) put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch. )

28. STILL SANE de lorde ( hair is dripping, hiding that i'm terrified, but this is summer, playing dumber than in fall. everything i say falls right back into everything i'm not. riding around on the bikes, we're still sane. i won't be her, tripping over on-stage. hey, it's all cool, i still like hotels, but i think that'll change. hey, promise i can stay good. (everything feels right) i'm little, but i'm coming for the crown, i'm little, but i'm coming for you. (chase paper, get it) i'm little but i'm coming for the title held by everyone who's up. all work and no play, never made me lose it. all business all day, keeps me up a level. only bad people live to see their likeness set in stone, what does that make me? )

29. GLAMOROUS de fergie ft. ludacris ( if you ain't got no money take your broke ass home. g-l-a-m-o-r-o-u-s. poppin' champagne, livin' the life in the fast lane. wear them gold and diamonds rings, all them things don't mean a thing. chaperons and limousines, shopping for expensive things. i'm not clean, i'm not pristine. i'm no queen, i'm no machine. i got problems up to here, i've got people in my ear telling me these crazy things that i don't want to know (fuck y'all). )

╰  ❄  feliz navidad y año nuevo, ale.

—; de: andy ( @dorcasdoemeadowes​ )

—; para: ale ( @talkalotxl​ )

Ale:

Siempre que me tocas, me quedo como: meep, help, ¿qué pongo? Porque sabes que tiendo más a mandar mensajes enormes a las 3 de la mañana llenos de mis sentimientos, a algo que me propongo, pero vamos a intentarlo. <3

Primero que nada, espero te guste tu mix :3. La verdad es que adoro a Lucinda, es hermosa y me encanta como la llevas. La foto de la portada es precioooosa, tenía que ponerla, y la contraportada obvio teníamos que ponerle su coronita. Busqué captar como la llevas tú, desde su aburrimiento por el mundo purista, hasta como la trataron mal y eso la hizo la persona que es ahora, pasando por su amor por la atención, el dinero *oso que lanza billetes*, su lado vengativo, su pasión por la moda, cómo finge cual buena hija purista, su ambición, su sentido de superioridad y al final, en la última canción, cómo sabe dentro de ella que en realidad estos lujos y ser parte de los "puristas", no significa nada, que es vacío. Disfrútalo muuuuuucho, bebé. Gracias por traer a Lucinda al dash, we luv her.

Bueno, ¿qué puedo decirte? Eres mi mejor amiga. Gracias por serlo. Gracias por ser la persona a la que puedo contarle las cosas más raras, que más me hacen odiarme, las que escondo de la vergüenza que me dan, y que aún puedas ver todo lo bueno en mí; gracias por soportar todo el dolor y ansiedad que he cargado conmigo estos años, por tratar de entender lo mejor que puedes mi enfermedad, por hacerme ver que a pesar de que yo no siempre lo note, voy mejorando, y por ser tan paciente; gracias por esos momentos donde me llamaste la atención porque sabías que no tenía que ir por algún lado, o me estaba lastimando, por decirme cuando meto la pata, porque eso hacen las verdaderas amigas; gracias por protegerme del mundo y de la gente que ha querido lastimarme, me siento muy segura contigo, incluso si estás a muchos kilómetros de distancia; gracias por no hacerme sentir ridícula, por escuchar sobre mis gustos y pasiones, por empujarme a seguirlos, por recordarme mi valor, y en especial por verme como la persona que soy. Me conoces mucho mejor que la mayoría del mundo, y el hecho de que veas en mí tantas cosas buenas, y me las recuerdes cuando yo no puedo, es algo que te agradeceré siempre.

Ale, sabes que vamos de la mano en este mundo, que la vida no es fácil y lo hemos entendido, pero también es hermosa, fantástica, y nunca estamos solas. Espero este año consigas verte como yo te veo: Una mujer sumamente inteligente, que no se deja pisotear por nadie, que no se queda callada, ni se conforma, con una fortaleza enorme (eres de las personas más fuertes que conozco, en verdad), que cae y siempre se levanta porque para ella no existe opción, una persona admirable, una chica hermosa, alguien de quien aprendo día a día, que me ha enseñado a respetarme más, a no conformarme, a ser más amable conmigo misma, me has ayudado a crecer, y que felicidad haber crecido contigo y continuar creciendo. Espero este año tú seas más amable contigo misma, que perdones tus errores, que entiendas que está bien si un día no te sientes bien, que veas más cualidades que defectos en ti, que lances a la basura todo el odio que tengas en tu corazón para ti misma, que te ames y sientas que nadie te puede detener, y que nadie puede decirte que no vales la pena, porque tú sabes que sí. Más que nada te deseo felicidad y tranquilidad contigo misma. 

Todo va a estar bien. Sé que es algo cliché que normalmente digo, y que yo veo el mundo más rosado, pero al final está bien. El tiempo cura las cosas, el mundo tiene bondad (tú misma eres muestra de ello), no somos la opinión de otra persona, lo que nos define es lo que está en nuestro corazón (y en el tuyo hay muchas cosas hermosas), y que más que tener miedo al futuro, debemos emocionarnos, porque cosas buenas vienen, gente que nos hará sonreír, veremos lugares hermosos, viviremos cosas geniales y sanaremos. Si ya estamos en este punto, imagina todo lo que podemos lograr. Espero siempre sepas que nunca estás sola, Joanna y yo estamos ahí siempre. Juntas estamos en esta vida y sabemos que todo es mejor cuando tienes en quién apoyarte. Gracias por permitirme estar a tu lado. 

Te amo muchísimo. Así mucho, mucho, mucho. Muuuuuuucho. Mucho, mucho, mucho. A lot, mucho, muchísimo, mucho, mucho. MUCHO. Mucho. :)

Feliz Navidad atrasada y año nuevo. Eres una mujer fuerte, poderosa y hermosa, nunca lo olvides. Mereces el mundo.

Con todo su amor, 

                                              — andy ♡. 🎅

[tessacxstello]

hello im (F, 24) an idiot and forgot to post tessa’s (F, 22, fictional) intro!

pls bare in mind most of this was written 5+ years ago n i haven’t written tessa since 2015...... but lets get this show (LOCKWOODRP) on the road (DASHBOARD). 

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art hoe. always covered in paint. why?? she bad at painting

the mark rothko jackson pollock kind of bad tho wher people are like.... omg.... revolutionary..... its a badly drawn vagina

fuckin loves astrology, but cant take it that seriously bcos one of her bfs was a gemini so there’s some lenience there. but she WILL blame her hormones and mood swings on the positon of mars

embodies pure sunshine. 

one of those really annoying people that can go through the most traumatic shit and still find a positive spin. 

cares so much for others but does not really care for herself n it’s meant she just bottles up all this shit n when someone asks her how her day has gone she just falls on the ground like tht bit in midsommar when florence does that loud wheezy noise and sits down 

has never really had much money at all. learns to make-do with what she has. loves upcycling!! her bookshelf is made from cardboard which she’s reinforced by pappering it over with pages ripped out of thrifted books. her sofa is an old car boot which she’s repainted, put on wheels and stuffed w cushions so that it’s actually bearable to sit on.

her knitted cardigan? its made out of wife material.

knits all the time. will crochet you a christmas scarf. if ur lucky you might get a knitted jumper with a penis in a santa hat

still sleeps with cuddly toys n then wonders why ppl dont think she’s mature enough for a serious relationship

very passionate about Sister Doing It For THemselves!! raised by a single mom who worked her ass off so that tessa could do fun activities after school, have lelli kelly shoes, and go to college (not necessarily in tht order of importance)

tessa was born out of wedlock as the result of an affair between her mom (a journalism intern in her early 20s) and a new york times editor. 

the editor offered to pay tessa’s mom off to have an abortion, but she was like fuck u and told the papers he’d done that and used the money to cover the cost of her internship which they refused to pay her for

and because of the scandal, he ended up going through a pretty messy divorce with his wife, and losing custody of his kids. so as a child  tessa was seen as the cause of a divorce and received mutliple letters from the editors wife (to tessa personally!) and his kids saying how she had ruined everything, but her mom moved them to another town so tessa didn’t have to deal with that crap. 

her mom worked 3 jobs to put her through school, so in return tessa pushes herself incredibly hard to succeed. needs a break and a hug and to get laid to be honest. 

an old soul. likes old films, old music, old people. only recently got an iphone 5s so not really with this century yet

very sweet and soft and kind but also a fucking mess and won’t listen to anyone else’s opinion. she’ll take comfort, but not advice. 

feminist buddhist bisexual vegetarian for human rights and animal welfare. standing on a soapbox shouting about the climate in the quad, shoving flyers into your hands. flyers everwhere. she turns up at your grandmas funeral and shoves one into her mouth. she’s stolen the mic from the vicar to talk about pandas.

says “mother of pearl” and “heavens to betsy”.

had an affair with her married piano teacher and he’s now facing a custody battle and his wife is leaving him and tessa has completely internalised that guilt despite her being the victim in the scenario

aesthetics: paint splattered jeans, loose curls spilling from a scrunchie, thrifted blouses in bright yellow, guzzling coffee in the library at three am when a term paper’s due, shoddily illustrated campaign posters to save endangered species, polaroids plastered to your bedroom walls with scribbled dates on the frames, jumping into a stack of autumn leaves, jumping off piers in the summer months and stripping off your wet clothes on the beach, digging your thumbs into peaches to leave a bruise, smoking with the extractor fan on to hide the smell, bath bombs, letting the girls at lush rub samples all over your skin, cacti with knitted bobble hats, decorative pillows and sun and moon blanket throws, basic bitch fairy lights hanging from every single window, painting the name of the boys you’ve loved inside your wardrobe door.

studies fine art and philosophy, and wants to become either a lecturer or the first woman president. vibe wise, very similar to leslie knope, missy from big mouth, and basically the naive everygirl with a high opinion of themselves trope

gets drunk off like one double vodka lemonade because she’s small and she’s a pretty messy wild drunk. it’s when slutty tessa comes out, and the next day she’ll thoroughly regret every choice made and decide she’s never drinking again and cutting out all men and starting daily sudoko

on the cheerleading team and is a flyer, which she sees as a HUGE responsibility and she works really hard to make sure she’s on it for her team. one of those get up at 7am and go to the gym before school types its sickening

she had a really traumatic time at high school because there was a shooting in her school. she was in the next classroom when it happened, and she lost one of her friends in the shooting. she had to take two months off school, was diagnosed with depression and put on anti-depressants because of it. in her 2nd year of uni she was rediagnosed with bipolar disorder and anxiety, which she’s now on medication for. she can be really good for several months at a time and feel super creative and determined (she actually finds manic periods helpful for her creativity n art, n sadly sometimes doesn’t take her meds in these periods to push herself more which is obvs super bad.....). but when the bad periods come they can also last months n she had to take a semester out of school last year because of her mood, so she should be a senior by now but she’s retaking junior year

she attends weekly stress-management sessions prescribed by her doctor which she finds pointless.

very childish in the sense that she can only see her own point of view and kind of views herself as the “protagonist” and thinks her ideas are super important and life changing and she IS Destined for Greatness! despite being pretty much average af

pinterest board.

STATS

age: 22

height: 5'2"

positive traits: kind-hearted, gregarious, selfless, philosophical, open minded, idealistic, courageous, feisty, charismatic, loyal, adventurous.

negative traits: stubborn, hot-headed, reticent, escapist, self-destructive, easily led, naive, troubled, complicated, stepford smiler, envious, overdramatic, explosive.

distinguishing Marks: heart-shaped birthmark on the right of her chest, splattering of freckles across the cheeks during summer months, full lips, large eyes, porcelain features, long wavy hair, tattoo of a bird and a cage on her ankles and a basic bitch arrow tat on her wrist (srry to anyone with an arrow tat).

skills: jack-of-all-trades, talented pianist, perceptive, knows the correct way to throw a punch, good survival instinct, is able to remain calm in stressful situations, endures, artistic, excels in academic studies, hard-working and self-motivated, expert liar and talented actress.

likes: wolves, vintage thrift store fashion, old leather-bound books, left-wing democratic politics, cigarettes, poetry, John Hughes movies, cold coffee, hot tea, the sound of laughter, staying up til 4am having deep conversations, Tchaikovsky, having deep conversations about life, stationary, DC Comics, horoscopes, winged eyeliner, cats, knee-high socks, house music, abandoned buildings, studio ghibli, the smell of the earth after rain, Wes Anderson films, herbal tea, old people, solitude, esoteric things, the smell of freshly baked bread, Charles Bukowski, the moon.

fears: death, oblivion, global warming, losing those she loves, isolation, clowns, guns, enclosed spaces.

nicknames: Tess, T-Dog, Tessie, Socrates, Princess, Sunshine Girl, Florence Nightingale.

alignment: Neutral Good

MBTI type: INFP

BIOGRAPHY

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Her story begins with Cordelia Costello, a twenty-three year old college drop-out, turned beautician, turned columnist, turned intern at a local publishing company. She was a youthful, beautiful, siren of a women, always surrounded by an aura of enigma and an entourage of men. It was no surprise to the gossips in the office that within six months working at the company, Cordelia had added to her list another title – mistress to Franklin Hozier, the Editor of the New York Times. After two blissful months and three hundred and twenty seven orgasms, Cordelia decided she wanted a baby. Franklin laughed in her face. Feeling isolated and used, Cordelia continued her affair with her boss’ boss for another month, before deciding to take matters into her own hands.

It started with a turkey baster.

Soon the infant cries of a baby girl graced the world, her wrinkled skin puckered and pink as her mother held her in her arms, glancing upon the most beautiful thing in her life. Once Tessa, named after Cordelia’s favourite literary heroine, entered the world, Franklin left her life and things took a turn for the better. Despite living in a rented one-bedroom apartment in Staten Island, on what little money Cordelia had saved, Tessa’s childhood years were filled with nothing but the happiest of memories. Times were tough, but what they lacked in money, the Costello’s made up in love. While Tessa was at school, Cordelia did odd jobs cleaning, child-minding, working in local nurseries, in order to save up enough money to give her daughter the best start in life.

Despite what she had been led to believe by television shows and teen movies, the first few years of High School were some of the best years of her life. Tessa threw herself into a multitude of activities that High School offered her, including the drama club, the orchestra, choir, badminton and the school newspaper. While she certainly wasn’t considered ‘popular’ at school, Tess had a wide circle of friends and acquaintances. In fact, High School was a place where she made some of the greatest memories of her life, but come her final year, it was also a place where she was haunted by some of her worst.

On the January 17th of Tessa’s senior year of high school, a shooting took place in Westville High School. For two hours Tessa locked herself in a supply cupboard, her head between her knees as she tried to stay silent despite the screams of horror from the corridor. Eighteen students were caught in the crossfire, two of which were Tessa’s best friends. Bouquets of flowers, laminated photographs, Teddy Bears in cling-film bags attached to balloons littered the streets as families and friends came to pay tribute to the eighteen students withered before they had a chance to bloom.

It took two months of therapy before Tessa could return to school. Some of the survivors could never return due to the horrors that their eyes had laid witness to. Sometimes Tessa felt like a part of her had died with the friends that were stolen from her too soon, but one thought kept her going through: she had survived, she was alive and breathing, and she could not afford to loose a second of the precious time she had been granted on this earth. Despite the nightmares that continued to haunt her each night, Tessa found in the aftermath of the disaster a new sense of motivation. She began applying for scholarships for colleges without her mother’s knowledge, in the hope that her academic success would be enough to carry her through further education. Thankfully, it was, and after three torturous months of waiting Tess was offered an arts scholarship to her dream school, Lockwood University, where she hoped she could finally start to rebuild her life.

THE PRESENT:

Life at university was like a separate world. Students came and went like moths among the whisperings and the tequila and the stars. In this new world, Tessa was exposed for the first time in her life to alcohol, drugs, and the sexual appetites of other students her age – though she politely declined all three. Instead, Tessa threw herself into the vast array of activities in the hope that by distracting herself she could escape the terrible flashbacks that continued to haunt her. Tessa joined the lacrosse team, despite never having played before, and took up cheerleading discovering a new talent; she joined the musical theatre group, and the film club, and even set up her own acapella singing society. But despite how much she tried to throw herself into student life, her past hung around her like a bad smell, and with the added pressure of the Sinking Ships zine, Tess began to feel the weight of her secret tying her down like a pair of shackles around her wrists.

PERSONALITY:

If someone was to describe Tessa in a single word, it would most likely be ‘bubbly’, ‘open-minded’ or ‘sweet’. But they would be wrong – Tessa is not bubbly, or sweet, or stubborn, or hotheaded, or fiesty, or infectious, or any of the things the world see her as, but merely a numb and lonely echo of the gregarious, halcyon girl she once was. Tessa Costello was one of life’s enigmas. No one knew who she was, for to each person she met she wore a different mask – she dripped confidence, or was painfully shy; she was an exhibitionist, or a brooding wallflower; she took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was an actress and the world was her stage, each person she met a different member of the audience in the performance of her life. In truth, Tessa no longer even recognised herself. Insecure, and self-destructive, she tried to hang on to the extroverted, mischievous pieces of herself that everyone had once loved, but day by day it got harder to know what lay in the vacant holes blown through her mind. While she was stubborn and hot-headed, Tessa always saw the best in people, which meant that she was easily led astray. While she had grown up learning to be street smart and astute, she was idealistic and allowed silly fantasies to cloud her mind. By nature, she was passionate, which lead her to misimagine and romanticise those she met. Despite the hell she had witnessed, and the anxiety that feasted upon her, she believed that people were innately good and that to have courage and be kind could cure anyone of their sadness – yet she was unable to cure herself.

TWITTER:

@500daysoftessa: i blame disney films and musicals for my high expectations of men

@500daysoftessa: i am in love with the boy who works at starbucks. today i asked for a double latte and he gave me a tripple, which i think is proof that my love is requited. our children will be smart and talented and beautiful.

@500daysoftessa: little known historical fact: pharaohs were burried with their hands crossed over their chests because it was a popular belief there would be countless water slides in the after life.

[koltarmi]

things i noticed/liked/thought while i was watching anastasia live ver 2.0

This past summer, I got the chance to go see Anastasia again and was lucky enough to see it with a whole new cast! At that point, Zach Adkins had become the principal Dmitry, Molly Rushing was Anya, Ken Krugman was Vlad, Max Von Essen was Vlad, Lily was Vicki Lewis, and the Dowager was Janet Dickson. 

Details are below:

Act 1

Kelli Youngman did an extra twirl trailing behind the rest of the Romanov sisters

Dima sounds real pissed especially in the beginning of he song. He gave off a kind of old movie conman vibe with the attitude and accent in "A rumour"

Ken did some preening in "a rumour" when talking about hobnobbing with the Royals

Dmitry yells "WE'LL BE OUT.” in the attitude one would say, "BYE, WE OUT BITCHES”

My first crush ever was on the animated Dmitry solely because of that belt on "the biggest con in  history" gave me chills every damn time. I was so pleased that Derek exceeded my expectations and I was always worried no one else could compare, but damn was I wrong because Zach did as equally well on that.

Instead of raising a chair in defence, Dimitry hides behind the couch he was lounging on.

Zach's Dimitry doesn't have the biting sarcasm of Derek's version, which is great. Who would want to watch the same performance after all? It's softer and he drawls his witty remarks which still have the same amount of sting as Derek's Dmitry who's remarks are quick and blunt.

Ken's Vlad does this over the top bow when he introduces himself to Anya.

Molly's version of Anya and Zach's version of Dimitry reminded me more of the dynamic between the two in the movie.

MOLLY'S VOICE WHEN SHE SINGS "In My Dreams” 😍😍😍😍

When Vlad teaches Anya how to walk properly, she sticks her arms and out and sort of bounces along which Vlad then mocks doing the flappy arm thing from “Paris Holds the Key”

Ken's Vlad adds a lilting tone to the end of some sentences giving them a touch of humour.

Anya's breakdown in “Learn to Do It” is not teary. In fact, it's the complete opposite. She is absolutely pissed off.

Vlad does a tsking sound when Dimitry tries to argue with Anya while she's angry.

When Dmitry steps on Anya's foot while they're dancing, Vlad looks so exasperated and says, “Just... just...just...” cue loud sigh. 

When Anya kicks Dmitry's shin, a scolding voice.

The third time around he takes in a deep breath and counts in a higher pitched tone. 

Dmitry looks so offended when Vlad says Russian was for common folks like him. 

The Russian telephone that works line he chuckled for a long time before realizing oh fuck his boss didn't find that funny.

When Anya is brought in, MVE's Gleb doesn't use intimidation. He acts more like the good cop.

When he does realize who he's talking to. His demeanour changes and he stutters before dismissing the officers with a wave of his hand and a "eep" like noise (this is like the best I can describe it).

After he says it's the uniform and the office that make the bad impression, he proves it by plastering on a wide grin.

In the last refrain of “The Neva Flows”, Anya sings the refrain along with him playing the part of a loyal comrade who knows better now, except she stops when he sings, “The Tsar lies cold”.

The drunk guys aren't as excited when they tell that the Tsar is drinking his vodka in hell. Instead the sorta half mumble and sound tired.

Love the way James Peirce says, “Girrrrrrrrrlfriend” and how the group of them sway in a circle to look at Anya.

Molly chasing after those guys while screaming was adorable and hilarious.

In the beginning of “My Petersburg”, for the first few verses Zach sort of says-sings them, belts on the first “Petersburg” then goes in to full force singing into “I've bartered for a blanket/stolen for my bread”.

At the end of the first verse, he nods his head forward and tells Anya, “Come on.”

Zach growls the line “rough company” and holy shit i was shook.

Why did they cut Anya and Dimitry singing “You and I on the fly/just in time” I love it so much.

His response to Anya when she says that neither of them has a family is so earnest it hurts me. Derek's Dmitry says it hesitantly almost forgetting he's conned Anya into this, while Zach's Dimitry is softer and assures her that her family is waiting for her in Paris and I honestly don't which interpretation I like better because I love both of them.

The tone he uses when he tells Anya the object she's holding a music box is exactly the same when he tells her it's broken and that made the audience chuckle.

When Anya opens the music box, Dmitry throws his hands up, rolls his eyes in exasperation, and walks away when Anya opens up the music box on her first try. 'Of fucking course she got it open on her first try,’

When he asks her how she opened it, he sounds more curious than he does confused.

The seats we had this time were way closer to the projections on the wall and holy shit, they look even more magical up close that I wanted to touch them. 

My sister teared up by the end of “Once Upon a December” because the song made her so sad and nostalgic at the same time. 

Dmitry sounds so regretful when he tells Anya that they don't have enough to get out of Russia.

They drop a coin when Dmitry tries to give Anya back her money and for the rest of the scene and the next one, I kept worrying someone would slip on it. 

When she talks about how stubborn Dmitry is she says the part about him being almost as stubborn like her in a somewhat bragging tone.

Molly's singing when during the little reprise of “In My Dreams” about the diamond is just absolutely gorgeous.

Man, Constantine Germancos and the rest of the ensemble singing “Stay, I Pray You” gives me chills everytime. Hearing it live is just so much more gut wrenching than the album. For the first stay, I pray you, he holds the word “stay” a little.longer and DAMN.

Anya rolls her eyes and gets up to walk around the train when Vlad says he loved the diamond studded watch more than Lily.

Lyrica Woodruff and Kristen Smith-Davies made a really an exaggerated motion of scooting over when Zach had one foot on the bench that got a chuckle out of a few people.

Anya slides off the top of the bench she's sitting on when the train comes to a sudden stop.

When the jump off the train the scene turns black, but for some reason this time the lighting from the two offices (Gleb's and his superior officer's, which was on stage right) made it bright enough that you could see Molly, Zach, and Ken hurry offstage

MVE's “Still” 👌🔥✔👌✔👌👌🔥✔🔥🔥🔥👌

When Vlad says that Anya will break his heart, he laughs it off. But when Vlad tells her how he'll never see her if she's accepted as the real Anastasia, the realization of his friend's warning hits him like a ton of bricks.

TBH, a little disappointed Dmitry didn't bound offstage like a young goat, he just ran.

Molly's smile is absolutely radiant when she finishes “Journey to the Past”.

Act 2

Vlad's shaggy beard is gone when they change into their fancy Paris clothes.

Zach is a much better dancer than Derek. The boy's talent lies in his voice not his coordination while Zach seems to be a better balance between vocal power and dance. 

The look Anya and Dmitry shared as they circled each other was goddamn magnetic and when he offers a hand to dance and she gets twirled away by someone else the look on his face is so disappointed that it wrecked me. 

Molly's “Crossing a Bridge” is so full of hope it makes me emotional. Her voice singing that song is so pure???!! Like that's the only way I feel describes it correctly.

I don't remember if Christy did this, but when Vlad announces he's going to try find Lily, Anya reaches up to neaten Vlad's bowtie in a good luck gesture of sorts.

Vicki Lewis' Lily is not as comedic as Caroline O'Connor's. She has much more serious and drier humour, which perfectly compliments Ken's Vlad.

The best way I can describe it is Vicki's Lily is basically a Vodka Aunt ™

This Count Leopold is less slimy more pompous.

MBP's Dowager is full of grieving and sadness while Janet's Dickson's is tired and bitter. Also the way she drags the word “Cleaveland” with disgust was pretty funny. 

The way she sings “tell them/no more” she really puts emphasis on the “no more” which makes her sound so defeated. 

At the entrance of the Neva Club, Lily says this to the doorman after greeting her a good evening: “The only good thing it means there's one day less.” She then laughs and says she's being Russian and with a deadpan expression and tone she looks out to the audience and says, “I love life.”  which is such a big mood. 

When everyone is passed out at the Neva Club during “Land of Yesterday”, Vicki's Lily is dancing and drinking from an empty vodka bottle without hands before she wakes them all up by belting a high note.

When Lily and Vlad go outside to talk and she acts cold to him, she very purposefully drops her handkerchief and Vlad rushes to pick it up.

During “The Countess and the Common Man”  when Lily says she loved him, Vlad pauses for a few seconds looking for the right words to say before hesitantly replying, “You loved me,” which got a chuckle out of the audience.

The two really drew out the part where they're exhausted. Vlad was finding his pulse while Lily took a breath and stretched. 

Ken and Vicki really went at it. Like she straight up was feeling up his butt. 

The part where he belts “the Common Man”, Vicki wrapped herself around his leg which made them look like the cover of bodice-ripper harlequin novel. 

MVE's reprise of “Land of Yesterday” The man has a voice like velvet. 

When Dmitry rushes in to reassure Anya, he sounds so genuine and honest. It's clear he's head over heels in love with her and he's forgotten the whole thing is a con. 

After Dmitry sings his part in “In a Crowd of Thousands” Anya scoots a little closer to him when he sits back down at the bed. 

BOTH MOLLY AND ZACH'S VOICES IN THE SONG MY GOD, IT MADE THE AUDIENCE FELT LIKE THEY WERE INTRUDING ON A PRIVATE MOMENT.  

So when Anya sings that young Dmitry was “not too clean”, Derek used to act jokingly offended but Zach's Dmitry is just so enraptured by Anya telling her side of the story he's just smiling at her the whole time like wow pro tip get yourself a zach's version in Dmitry who looks so lovingly at Molly's Anya cause that's true love. 

That loving smile becomes a look of shock, confusion, and the slightest bit of hope when Anya goes, “And then he bowed.”

I LOVR THE WAY MOLLY SAYS, “You didn't have to. I remember.” It's not surprise or shock at the sudden memory. She says it like a fact. Water is wet, fire is hot, the sky is blue, and I remember the boy on the street who made me smile, it was you. It's been you all this time.

The rush towards each other, so utterly happy, but then Zach's Dimitry suddenly realizes what's he doing and freezes. He pulls away from Anya and that look on his voice is so similar to the look he had in PHTK when she gets spun away from him. 

So I timed this as soon as they walked offstage, Zach had about 55 seconds to change while Molly had about 70 seconds to change.

Quartet of the Ballet, man. The lyrics are the same, but sung by different people who have different interpretations of the same characters is whole new damn experience. 

Zach and Max's voices went really well together and I want a duet between them immediately. 

In “Everything to Win”, Zach sings beautifully and then says "wHY PANIC NOW??” and resumes his lovely singing which got a chuckle out of the audience. Boi looked like he was gonna lose his goddamn mind. 

When Anya comes out, he asks her in a hopeful voice, “What happened?” and her stoic facial expression turns into one of complete and utter betrayal and anger.

The confrontation between Maria and Dmitry is a totally different tone, because neither them holds back and basically yells in the other's face.

“I was hungry and desperate when I met you, but I wasn't dishonest. I hate you for that.” She says the last sentence so quietly you can almost miss it, but damn if that doesnt hurt I don't know what would because we've seen an annoyed, violent, and angry Anya. This quiet anger and betrayal is so much worse.

When they're back in the hotel and Anya is packing her things, she throws the doll Dmitry bought her and it falls to the ground. And when she's ripping  Vlad a new one, she rips the medallion looking thingy from his suit and throws it on the ground.

Again, Janet's Maria is again tired and bitter and it really shows in the scene between her and Anya.

When Maria and Anya hug, Dmitry is in the background, the doll she threw away in his hand.

Just like in “Land of Yesterday”, Vicki's Lily belts a high note to silence the press in “The Press Conference”

The confrontation between Anya and Gleb is just so intense. He tries playing the good cop card again, when it's clear she won't fall for it, he becomes more clear with his threats. 

I remember seeing video of Christy adding this move in The Neva Flows Reprise where she falls back into the chair and Molly does it as well, she backs up into the chair as if this conversation physically hurts her and pushes her back, defeated into the chair, head slumped.

When he demands one last time, who she is, we see the Anya we know and love return in full force. Her head and spine that was slumped straightens as she stares him down and walks toward right into his gun, proudly declaring that she is The Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevena Romanov.

And it seems her confidence and courage in her identity weakens Gleb's. His hand shakes as he points the gun at her chest. He tries to point it at her head, but that just weakens his resolve and he crumples into the ground, dropping his gun. (If I haven't made it clear, I fucking love MVE's interpretation of Gleb)

The whole conversation between the two after this is softer and filled with quiet understanding and regret. And they part as comrades both knowing the truth.

The way Zach's Dmitry says, "I don't want to be in love with someone I can't have," is so bitter like he believes that now that Anya is proven to be Anastasia he will never be worthy of her love, which he is 110% wrong.

Molly's Anya says the line about her first kiss with a prince like a fact. 

When they kiss, Dmitry is shocked like his wildest dreams has come true before he realizes this is real and just gently kisses her back.

[classic-rock-roller]

1. It’s Kevin’s birthday, and at the party is you, Bonham, Kevin, Randy, Rudy, Danny, Arin, Linus, Erik, and Sean. At one point, Bonham brings him a beautifully frosted cupcake and says, “I know we’ve been fighting lately, but I came with a peace offering. Here.” “Wow, thanks.” He says. He takes a bite of it, chews, grimaces, and spits it out. “Augh, what is that?” “It’s lotion, you bastard! That’s for taking a knife to all my stage clothes!” She yells it loud enough that everyone hears. What does Kevin say, what do you say, and how does everyone react?

Kevin: You bitch! 

Me: Enough! 

I grab both of them by the ears. 

Bons and Kevin: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. 

Me: I’ve had enough of the both of you bickering and fighting with each other. You’re friends. Friends don’t act this mean towards each other and if I have to treat you like children I will. 

Rudy: Whoa 

Randy: You should do this to them more often. Might stop them from fighting. 

Sean: Mama Carrot is out. Watch out! 

Erik: I remember her doing that to me it’s not pleasant. 

Linus is outside smoking 

Danny: Jesus Christ 

Arin: Don’t mess with BabyCarrot. Ok, noted. 

2. You and Bonham are hanging out with QR one day and at one point she and Rudy are talking to each other in Spanish. Frankie comes up to them and says to Bonham, “I didn’t know you knew Spanish.” She responds with, “Yeah, I do. It’s how me and Rudy talk shit about you guys to your faces.” How does Frankie react, and what do you, Carlos, Kevin, and Rudy say?

Frankie: *fake scoff* Well, I never! 

Carlos: That never works on me though. We all talk shit about interviewers a lot. 

Kevin: I honestly don’t care how you talk about me. 

Me: Doesn’t surprise me to be honest. I trust Bons enough not to talk too badly about me. 

Rudy: ...you realize she was joking right. 

Bons (looks to Kevin): Only partially joking. 

3. Linus has just outed Sean’s reasoning behind reading War Angel fiction, and he hasn’t denied it (continued from number 9). How do you, Bonham, Erik, and Linus respond, and how do you all move forward?

Bonham: While I’m very flattered, Sean. You’re much younger than I am and I don’t like you like that. I see you as a little brother. 

Erik: Ooh you’ve been relegated to little brother. 

Linus: Finally, now that that is taken care of. 

Me: I told you, you couldn’t date Bonham, Sean. It’s almost broken up our band in the past. 

He does move on from Bons. He soon dates a really nice girl named, Kelly. Who he does eventually marry. It actually made him and Bons closer in their friendship and our band closer as a whole. 

4. Your band is getting ready to go onstage one night, but all the dressing room doors look the same. You’re in yours with Kevin, Bonham’s in the one next door, and the rest of the boys are scattered around. You step out to ask Bonham for more eyeliner and see Sean walk in. Bonham screams and says, “Get out!” Sean says sorry, then steps out, but he looks dazed. Kevin follows you out, and asks him, “Everything okay?” He looks past you and right at Kevin and says in a small voice, “…her rack. She wasn’t dressed yet.” How do you and Kevin respond, and what does Bonham say when you go to get more makeup?

Kevin: Dude, you seriously went in her dressing room?

Sean: It was an accident! I didn’t mean to. It’s not labeled and I thought it was mine and...

Me: Whoa, whoa, whoa. It’s ok it was an accident. Just apologize to her when she comes out and don’t do it again ok?

I slip into her dressing room and she says, “I can’t believe he just popped in here like that. It’s like Daryl watching me shower all over again. 

I explain to her it was an accident and he didn’t mean to and he felt bad about walking in on her. 

5. Bonham’s been learning to play the guitar and she’s got a special way of going about playing it. One day, she’s doing this while playing when Kevin comes in and says, “You sound like an unbelievable douche.” She sings the last bit of this (after Brian comes in. In this situation Stewie is Bonham and Brian is Kevin). How does Kevin respond and what do you say?

Kevin: You’re incredibly annoying. 

I have gotten good at tuning out their arguments so I’m not really paying attention. 

6. You’re hanging out with Kevin and Bonham one day when Erik comes in and says, “I have a boss question for you. Someone called my phone and said that you and Bonham are up for awards and asks if you accept.” “What are they?” you ask. “Yours is Best Female Lead and Bonham’s is “Sexiest female backup musician.” She just looks up from the chips she is eating and says, “You should call them back and tell them I think they fucked up with mine.” before stuffing another handful in her mouth. Technically, you have the authority to make the executive decision. Do you accept your nomination? Do you say that Bonham accepts hers? Do you win? How does Kevin respond?

I accept my nomination and tell them that Bons accepts hers and I don’t win my award but Bons wins hers. 

Kevin: See, if you hadn’t accepted you wouldn’t have won. 

7. Kevin and Bonham are arguing one day about video game history. Bonham googles their question and is proved right. “Hah! I told you! I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid.” She says. How do you and Kevin respond?

Me: You are not dumb or stupid and don’t say that. 

Kevin grumbles about being proved wrong. 

8. You come home one day and you hear a weird thumping coming from upstairs. You go to investigate, and it’s coming from Sean’s bedroom. You open the door to see what it is and you find him and Bonham in the middle of doing the act, even after you deliberately said no. How do they react once they know you’re there and what do you do?

I scream seriously?! And then both jump but I soon realized that they’re both really, really, really drunk so I tell them to knock to the fuck off and once they’re sober we have a band meeting about how to go about this. 

9. Some time has passed since War Angel has retired. You’re all in your fifties, and can’t keep up like you used to. You’re content with life, but Kevin isn’t. Even though he and Frankie are the only ones left of QR, they’re making a new album and calling it Rehab.You’re happy for him, but Bonham is skeptical. “He should quit it soon, he can’t keep up the way he’s going. The best things come to an end. That’s why you never see a classic with a sequel.” What do you think of this attitude, what does Kevin think?

I agree with her and I keep a close eye on Kevin. He’s no longer doing drugs (thank god) but he should take it easy he should enjoy his grandkids while he still has the time to. 

10. Bonham comes to yours and Kevin’s house one day super excitedly. She’s barely made it in the door before she squeals, “I’ve been invited to be the clarinettist for the new Dragon Quest game! And guess what else! They want you two to be the male and female chorus leads! Isn’t it great?” How do you two respond? Do you accept? How does it turn out?

We both say we’re love to and the game turns out great. The three of us have a lot of fun. 

11. Your band and QR are hanging out one night, and at one point the subject of fetishes comes up. Frankie goes into detail about all the fucked up stuff he’s into, and at the end, you’re all in a bit of stunned silence. Bonham finally says, “I’m sure we’ve all already realized this, but Frankie is one fetish away from being a serial killer.” How do you, your band, and QR respond?

Me: No, Son of Sam was a bit crazier and John Wayne Gracy had an unsettling fetish. So did H. H. Holmes and he was insane. Zodiac killer I have no idea. So Frankie isn’t close to a serial killer. 

Erik: How the fuck do you know all that?!

Carlos: Yeah, man that's freaky. 

Rudy: We had to do a project on it in highschool. 

Sean: what high school did you go to?

Linus doesn’t say anything but nods. 

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1) After your singer screams at Sean about hiding coke in a candy box, Kevin gets up to get something. Your singer grabs his arm and goes, “If you think you’re going to rehide YOUR stash don’t bother I already flushed it all. You’re another matter. I will not be having my kids dealing with a constantly strung out father. You’re quitting cold turkey and I’m taking you to a rehab center today. You're in your fucking thirties, you have three kids who want to have their father for a long, long time.” Kevin glares at her and goes, “I’m not going to rehab. I’m fine and have it in control.” “Oh, is that why I had to rush you to the hospital last week because of a cocaine overdose? Just so you know our kids were terrified. They kept asking if they’d have to say goodbye to Daddy.” Kevin pulls his arm out of her grasp, “I don’t need to go to fucking rehab.” Your singer glares at him and you can see the tears sliding down her cheeks, “I honestly don’t care what you do anymore, Kevin. I love you with all my heart. You’re my soulmate but apparently, I and our kids aren’t enough to outweigh the sweet release of a high. But just know, you’re pushing everyone you love away. Go get yourself some help.” She heads upstairs and you hear her and Kevin’s door slam. What does Kevin say after she leaves and how do you and Sean respond? Do you go check on your singer?

2) It’s your birthday and Kevin was in charge of the cake. (Why your singer put him on that you have no idea, But she later regrets it.) He won’t let anyone see your cake until it’s time to eat it. He puts the candles on it and brings it out to you at the table. When he places it in front of you it reads, “Happy fucking  birthday, you fucker.” How do you, your singer, Rudy, Danny, and Arin respond?

3) Your singer broke up with Kevin over his drug use and has been dating different guys ever since. One day, she comes to your and Rudy’s house while Kevin is there with Tom Keifer. They run into each other at the door and your singer goes, “Oh...Kevin. This is my boyfriend, Tom. Tom, this is...Kevin.” Kevin shakes his hand and looks him up and down before saying, “Hello, fucker. Thanks for taking my girlfriend.” How does Tom respond and what do you, your singer, and Rudy say?

4) Your singer takes you, Kevin, her friend, Mick, and Rudy out for sushi. You’re all ordering and Mick orders something that’s not sushi but your singer doesn’t say anything. When the waiter leaves, Kevin goes, “Why does he not have to try sushi?” Your singer looks at Kevin and goes, “Because he tried it already when I took him out for food before I met you and he doesn’t like it that’s why.” How do you, Kevin, and Rudy respond?

5) You're with Crüe and Tommy is sitting on the hood of his car. Your singer has had a bit to drink so she’s a bit drunk. Tommy goes to you, Nikki, and your singer, “Come sit on my lap.” You look at him and go, “Not in this fucking lifetime.” Nikki is too busy making out with another girl but your singer goes, “Ok.” She sits on Tommy’s lap and the next thing you know, they’re heavily making out. She soon gets up and goes, “I’ll be waiting for you later.” Tommy didn’t expect that at all. How does Tommy respond and what do you, Nikki, Vince, and Mick say?  

6) Your singer and Kevin’s wedding is getting nearer and Kevin still hasn’t gone tux shopping. One day he’s talking to you and Randy and he says, “Maybe I’ll just get married in that suit I own. I don’t want to go tux shopping.” Your singer’s head pops into the kitchen and she says, “I swear if you get married in that god awful pink suit. I’m divorcing you.” How do you, Kevin, and Randy respond?

7) You and your singer come back to her and Kevin’s house one day to find a stuffed lobster in the bathroom holding a platter full of pads and tampons. (I have a picture of it somewhere.) Your singer calls out to Kevin and goes, “What’s in the bathroom?” Randy and Kevin come to the doorway and Kevin goes, “That’s a menstruation crustacean station.” Your singer blinks and then rolls her eyes. What does she say and how do you, Kevin, and Randy respond?

8) You and your singer are in an interview with Tommy and Nikki about your upcoming joint tour when the interviewer says to your singer, “You curse a lot. You do realize that’s not ladylike, right?”  Your singer leans back and goes, “I know it’s not ladylike. Good thing I’m not a lady.” How do you, Nikki, Tommy, and the interviewer respond?

9) You and your singer are on the set of a QR music video. Kevin comes over to the two of you and goes, “So what do you think?” Your singer looks at him and goes, “Kevin, your wig looks very fake.” He steps back a bit and goes, “What?! I’m not wearing a wig. Give me my son please.” Your singer hands over nine-month-old Mal and Kevin is talking to him. Before you know it, Mal has pulled the wig off of Kevin’s head. How do you, your singer, Rudy, and Carlos respond?

10) Kevin comes to bring you and your singer lunch while your recording with Crüe. He comes in wearing this really feminine scarf. Tommy comes up to him and goes, “Nice scarf, Kevin. Really brings out your femininity.” Kevin glares at him and goes, “Shut up.” How does Tommy respond and what do you, your singer, Nikki, Vince, and Mick say?

11) You're still in the interview with Tommy and Nikki and the interviewer keeps digging at your singer and being an ass towards her. She makes a comment about her dating Kevin and about how he’s an idiot and just really nasty things about him. Your singer stands up after that and goes, “Ok, I am officially done with your attitude and how you’re treating me. I don’t appreciate it and I don’t have to stomach it anymore. So fuck you,” She flips the interviewer the bird, “Good night.” She walks off the set and you hear the stage door slam. How do you, Nikki, and Tommy respond what does the interviewer say?

12) Your group therapy sessions with Sean are still very strained and he constantly makes comments about your singer, “Well if that bitch didn’t put me in here we wouldn’t have a problem.” You go off on him every time he calls your singer a bitch but she doesn’t say anything. One day he says it again and she looks at him, “You know, Sean. No matter how much you don’t want to admit it, you’ve very reliant on me. You live with me and the reason I sent you into rehab after your six-month coke habit was because it was becoming an addiction. And my kids look up to you as an uncle. You’re like a little brother to all of us. We love you. And I refuse to have my kids grow up with a strung out father and uncle. Because that’s what the both of you are. And Eddie and Roxanne may be too young to pick up on it just yet, but Mal is already picking up on it. Every time I leave the house to visit you and Kevin in rehab I get, “you’re going to see dad and uncle Sean again aren’t you?” and it breaks my heart because he knows the both of you have a disease and are sick and yet the two of you can’t pull your heads out of your asses to see how it’s affecting your loved ones. And that’s just sad.” How does Sean respond and what do you, Kevin, Erik and Linus say? 

@osbournebemydaddy your move, Bons :)

[luvambrylayn]

Happy Birthday (Pt. 1)

Characters: AJ Styles and OFC’s (Appearance by Karl Anderson, Dean Ambrose, and Finn Balor)

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Public Sex, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Group Sex, Water sports, and Light Fluff

Short Summary: When AJ’s 40th Birthday comes around, Karl rents out a strip club to treat the Phenomenal One and secures the four best dancers there. These dancers decide to give AJ a show he will never forget.

Word Count: 5,266

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Happy Birthday @llowkeys! Hope you enjoy!

Kim took the last dollar out of her g-string. She sighed and put them all in a large stack. She looked to see her co-worker Lola. Kim moved her blonde hair to the side and waved to her. Lola nodded to Kim. Lola began to collect the dollars that she had stuffed into her panties and bra. Lola shook her head. "I just put on one of the best shows of my life, and most of my tips were fucking single bills." Lola complained. Kim nodded.

"I know how you feel hun." Kim assured her. Kim looked at the clock. It was 3:00 am and she was exhausted. She looked to Lola and shrugged. The two began to get dressed in silence. During this time they were met by their other coworkers Cait and Kelly. "Well, it's time for me to clock out. See you around." Kim said as she was about to leave. Lola stepped forward.

"Wait, can you walk with me to my car?" Lola asked. Kim ran a hand through her hair.

"Why?" Kim asked. Lola looked down at the floor.

"Jay has been waiting for me after I get out of work." Lola admitted. Kim looked at her in shock.

"You haven't dropped that literal sack of shit yet?" Kim asked. Lola felt her skin begin to heat up as she tried to avoid Kim's gaze. Kim rolled her eyes and nodded. "Okay, I'll walk with you to your car." Kim assured her. Lola smiled and quickly finished getting ready. The other two women finished not soon after. The four left together. They saw a bald man talking to their boss. He was a stranger to Kim. She caught the gaze of her boss and was hoping that the group could just walk out.

These hopes were immediately dashed when the man ordered them to stop. Kim sighed and stopped the other girls. Their boss approached them with the bald man. As he got closer, Kim noticed that the man was quite muscular. The boss stopped in front of them. "Kim, Lola, Kelly, Cait." He greeted. The girls were surprised that he was looking to all of them. Kim cleared her throat.

"Yes." She greeted. She hated the man, but she knew better than to disrespect him. The boss smiled.

"This is a well known wrestler by the name of Karl Anderson." The boss introduced them. Kim smiled at Karl. Karl winked at her. "Well, his good friend is turning 40 this Friday and for his birthday Karl rented out this entire place." The boss explained. Kim knew where this was going.

"It's going to be a small intimate affair and I asked him for four of his best." Karl stated. Kim nodded.

"How many men in the party?" Kim asked. Karl seemed intimidated. Likely cause he didn't often go to places like this.

"Four men, four women." He said. Kim nodded. Taking note.

"And who is the birthday boy?" Kelly asked.

"AJ Styles." It was Lola who answered. The girls looked to her. Lola shrugged. "I can be a fan of wrestling." She stated. Kim nodded as she turned to Karl.

"So I have some ideas on how this can go." Karl stated. Kim held her hand up to stop him.

"Don't worry about it. We can come up with something." Kim assured him. Karl smiled.

"Okay. You are the professionals." He agreed. Kim smiled.

"Alright, if that's all Jonah, we have to go." Kim explained. Jonah nodded.

"Friday, 11:00 pm is when they arrive. Make sure you are on time. You four will be the only girls there." Jonah called after them. Kim raised a thumbs up to assure that she had heard. They all walked out, Kim taking the lead.

"Do you see him?" Lola asked. Kim looked from side to side.

"No." Kim stated. They walked Lola to her car.

"Hey Lola!" They heard Jay's deep voice. Kim turned to see the blonde haired blue eyed man.

"Ugh. You know Jay, Lola dumped you. That means you leave her alone. She has to deal with enough fuck bois at work to have to deal with a piece of shit like you." Kim spat. Jay rolled his eyes.

"This has nothing to do with this bitch so fuck off." He spat. Kim crossed her arms.

"Get in your car." Kim whispered to Lola. Lola quickly did so. Jay stomped on the floor in frustration.

"Damn it Kim. You know you are just jealous cause you want some Jay." He said. Kim cringed in disgust.

"You are right. I want some douchebag named Jay to go home and fuck himself." Kim retorted. Jay stepped forward, as if wanting to hurt her. Kelly and Cait stepped up and held their hands on Kim's back. They were ready to defend her. Jay shook his head. Behind him, Kim saw Karl approach.

"Hey buddy, let the nice ladies go home." Karl said. Jay turned and saw the more muscular man. He knew he would not win this fight. He looked back at Kim.

"Let's see if you're as tough when this chrome dome isn't here." He mocked. Kim rolled her eyes as he left. Kelly knocked on the car, signaling to her that it was okay for her to leave. Lola nodded and left. Cait and Kelly walked to their nearby cars and left, leaving Kim and Karl.

"Thanks for that." kim said. Karl shrugged.

"My pleasure. Love shutting up assholes like that." Karl joked. Kim smiled before walking over to the street. Karl narrowed his eyes at her. "What are you doing?" He asked. Kim looked to him.

"Don't have a car. It's too late to walk home. So I'm hoping to get a cab." Kim explained. Karl motioned around.

"Why didn't you ask one of your friends?" Karl asked. Kim looked down.

"It is my job to help them. I am the oldest so I like to look after the newbies." Kim explained. Karl nodded.

"I'll give you a ride." Karl offered. Kim ran a hand through her hair.

"Stranger danger." Kim teased. Karl laughed.

"You shouldn't be out here alone. Especially not with that asshole around." Karl said. Kim sighed.

"You may be right." She agreed. Karl nodded and the two walked to his car. Kim was awkward and remained quiet during the ride. She found her eyes always traveling to his muscular arms. His clothed chest. His large bulge. She shook her head of these thought as he stopped in front of her house. She was about to exit the car when she heard Karl.

"Wait." He whispered. Kim looked back at him. He took a deep breath and took out his wallet. "AJ is recovering from a bad break up. He is turning 40 and is really depressed. What ever you need to buy to help show him a good time, feel free and buy something special." Karl said, handing her $400. Kim smiled.

"Don't worry. This birthday will be one he never forgets." Kim promised before stepping out if the car.

AJ walked into the building with a blindfold over his eyes. His friends guided him into the building. Dean Ambrose, Finn Balor, and Karl Anderson walked in with him. Lola could barely contain her excitement as she watched her idol walk in. Kim stared at AJ.

"Is that the birthday boy?" Kim asked, motioning to AJ. Lola smiled and nodded. Kim was speechless. "He's hot." She was able to get out. Lola nodded.

"He's like a god." Lola whispered. Kim smiled.

"Well then, Lola you can run front on this, I'll be back up for you and Kel and Cait will be our support." Kim decided. Lola was speechless.

"Me. But I have never run front." Lola pointed out. Kim held her shoulders.

"Well, you know best how to 'worship' the birthday boy. Not to mention I know you can do this." Kim assured her. Lola took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay. I can do this." Lola agreed. Kim smiled as the four women walked out. AJ was now free from the blindfold and his blue eyes widened at the sight of the beautiful girls. They all wore matching strip gear.

"Happy Birthday Big Boy!" The four cheered. AJ tried to avert his gaze. Karl chuckled.

"Come on AJ. This is all for you man. You are going to love this." Karl teases. Lola looked to Kim and took a deep breath before stepping forward. She grabbed AJ by the hand and began to lead him to one of the backrooms. AJ being the gentleman that he was, went with her without protest. Kim turned to the other four men and marveled at the good looks they all shared.

"AJ is going to get a quick show with all four of us in the back room. Then we will come out and bring you three in." Kim explained. As AJ was the birthday boy they understood and nodded. Kim begin to lead the three men to a bench just outside the back room. "We are broadcasting the events in there out on here." Kim said pointing to a television screen. "Just so you know that you are getting your money's worth." Kim teased. Karl nodded as the four women stepped into the back room.

AJ sat in a chair, facing the main stage. Despite his muscular frame, he seemed very nervous. Kim could not help but smile as the three went backstage. Kim looked to the three women. "Okay, before we go out there, who wants who for the one-on-one shows?" Kim asked. "Lola I assume you want AJ?" Kim said. Lola nodded. Kim looked down. "I kinda want Karl." She admitted. Kelly shrugged.

"I wouldn't mind that rugged fella." Kelly admitted.

"Dean Ambrose." Lola said. Lola then looked to Cait. "That leaves you with Finn Balor." Cait nodded her approval. Lola looked to the women, it was time for her to take the lead. "Okay women, let's do this." The four strutted out, Kim pressed play on the sound system as they began to walk out onto the main stage.

The girls began to walked out in a single line before all took their places. Lola began to move her hips to the music. The others followed suit as they went through the steps of the dance routine that they had prepared for AJ. AJ seemed guilty for watching the women dance. Lola looked to Kim, who nodded. Lola stepped off of the main stage and walked over to the older man. Lola put her hands around his face and made him face her.

His blue eyes were widened in shock. Lola began to roll her hips as she sat on AJ's lap. She threw her hair back, her brown hair swam through the air. Lola's hands went to her top and tore it off. Lola spun the top around with a laugh before letting it fly through the air. The other girls ripped off their own tops and threw them at AJ. AJ could not keep a smile from appearing on his face as he allowed himself to have fun. Lola looked to the bottle of scotch on a nearby table.

Lola walked with grace, her legs cutting through the air sensually. AJ's attention turned to Kim. Kim walked over to him and grabbed onto one of the discarded brassieres. She wrapped it around his built torso and kept him in place. Lola returned with the bottle while Cait and Kelly continued to swing their hips to the music. Lola poured the scotch down her body. The scotch left a wet shiny coat on Lola's skin.

The scotch covered Lola's skirt and AJ's pants. "Oh no." Lola said in a soft voice. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them down his legs. Kim's eyes widened. They had never stripped the client before. Lola ripped the skirt from her waist. The other girls followed suit. The three back ups began to run the skirts along the back of their necks. Softly, slowly. Lola sat on his lap again, most of her ass was now bare as she began to grind against him. "Ooh." Lola exclaimed.

Kim was shocked to see AJ's large erection. Lola took a position on her knees in front of AJ. Kim cleared her throat. "Lola, what are you doing?" Kim asked. Lola smiled as she pulled AJ's boxer's down.

"Showing him a good time." Without another word she inhaled the older man's cock. Kim gasped before readjusting her panties. It was actually kind of hot.

"Fuck." AJ breathed. Lola's lips wrapped around the shaft and moved up in down in a rhythmic motion. Kim found herself getting wet. Kim smiled and took her skirt. She tied up AJ's hands behind the chair. She then moved AJ's hair from his face.

"That's right, watch Lola suck your cock." Kim encourages. She kissed the older man. He moved his hands, wanting to deepen the kiss, but for now he was at the mercy of the four women. The other two women removed their bras to reveal nipple tassels. Their hands then traveled to their panties and slipped under the waistband. They began to rub themselves under the fabric. AJ's breath deepened.

Lola began to move down, inch by inch down his cock. She wanted all of his cock in her mouth. As she sucked it seemed like AJ never stopped getting hard, offering more and more of a challenge to the young brunette. Kim smiled as she watched the man get pleasured. He wore a button up. Kim;s hand traveled to AJ's collar and she ripped down. Each button flew off revealing AJ's toned torso.

"Ah come on." AJ whined. Kim chucked. She removed her panties and shoved it into his mouth to gag him. He was left unable to speak as Lola pleased him with her mouth. Kim let her hands travel down AJ's hairy body. Lola moved further and further down. She gagged, unable to fit all of him into her mouth. Kim smiled.

"Move aside newbie." Kim ordered. Lola shook her head, AJ's cock still in her mouth. Kim's eyes widened. "Come on, share the birthday boy." Kim repeated. Lola paused in her sucking.

"Okay." She agreed reluctantly. Kim kneeled beside her. She began to kiss along the side of AJ's cock. AJ's groans were stifled the gag. Kim moved Lola to her and the the two had their lips around either side of AJ's cock. They alternated up and down. Their lips only meeting at the center of AJ's long shaft.

Kim then moved her attention to AJ's balls, allowing Lola to return to her original sucking position. AJ was tossing his head back and forth. He could not stand being helpless while watching the two women service him. Cait and Kelly moved to his sides and began to rub his muscular frame up and down. Kelly removed the gag and kissed the older man while Cait began to lick his nipples.

AJ's body shook. His sensitive pink nipples causing him to tremble. Lola stopped sucking and looked to Kim. "Kim?" She asked. Kim looked to her friend.

"Yeah." She answered. Lola looked at the cock.

"Can I fuck him?" She asked. Kim sighed.

"Let's get him untied first." Kim agreed. The four women stopped, Kim cleared her throat, her eyes widening as she remembered the men outside watching. "Let's do our solo shows." Kim said. Kim, Cait, and Kelly left. Lola untied AJ. He rubbed his wrists.

"You are amazing." He whispered. Lola smiled.

"But you are phenomenal." She said, AJ shrugged before removing his now useless shirt. Lola looked at him coyly. "Maybe you should punish me for doing what I did." Lola suggested. AJ narrowed his eyes.

"You want me to punish you?" He asked. Lola remained silent, a smile on her face. AJ scoffed. "You naughty girl." He grabbed her and kissed her deeply. His tongue darted out of his mouth, wanting entrance. Lola accepted him and their tongues battled for dominance. To AJ's surprise, Lola won and she took this time to push him back into the chair. He watched as Lola removed her bra and let it fall to the floor.

She then slid her panties down her legs. She walked over to him. He jumped up and grabbed her. She was left in shock as he sat back down, bending her over his knee. "You want to be punished you little slut?" He growled into her ear. This sent a tremor to her pussy, causing it to get a bit wet. AJ chuckled as he felt her pussy juices trickle onto his leg. He rubbed her but before slapping the cheek. Lola let out a gasp. AJ grabbed her panties and shoved it into her mouth.

He continued to spank her. AJ smiled. "Your ass is so perky." He commented as he spanked Lola again. She looked to him. Her eyes tearing up. He leaned down and kissed her. "I don't want to spank you, but you made me horny." He said through clenched teeth. The wetness emanating from her pussy was too much to ignore. AJ began to run his finger along her wet slit. He paused before pushing his finger into her core.

Lola moaned, though the gag, it was light in volume. AJ would repeatedly push his digits into her, knuckle by knuckle. With his other hand AJ spanked Lola. Each slap on the behind made Lola wetter and wetter. This lubrication helped AJ slip finger after finger until he had fit four of his fingers into her. His fingers went in and out. AJ paused to lick Lola's juices. Lola let out another moan. AJ's blue eyes darted to her and was shocked to see that she was watching. "This turns you on doesn't it you slut?!" Lola nodded.

AJ the proceeded to spank Lola repeatedly. Lola's bare butt glowed red like an apple. Despite the heat that radiated from it and the pain that shot through it, she loved the treatment that AJ was giving her. His finger now began to trace the pink tight ring of Lola's asshole. Lola closed her eyes and began to focus on AJ's touch. The finger began to single on to the hole. It stopped at the center and began to push through the barrier.

It was much tighter than Lola's pussy, this immediately put a smile on AJ's face. He removed his finger and decided to open it some more. He leaned forward and began to circle the hole with his tongue. AJ and Lola both felt a twinge of guilt but they moved past these feelings because the pleasure that they had was much greater than the sinful nature of their actions. As his tongue did its work, the hole began to loosen up. With this his tongue began to penetrate her hole. He began to shove the tip of his pink tongue into the hole. Clearly enjoying her ass, he began to groan.

His cock began to poke into Lola's stomach. "Mother fricker." AJ spat. He stood up with Lola in his arms. He laid her over the seat of the chair. He stood behind her, his cock head throbbing. "Is it okay if I do this?" He asked softly. Lola looked into AJ's eyes. Her own eyes watered and she tried to speak her consent. AJ looked at her with soft blue eyes. He moved to her face and took the gag from her mouth. "Is it okay if I continue any further?" He asked. Lola tried to water her mouth. AJ kissed her temple. "I'm sorry for getting your mouth all dry. How about we get that saliva running again?" AJ suggested. Lola nodded.

In response AJ put his cock in front of her mouth. Lola licked her lips before accepting him into her mouth. Her lips around them as she bobbed her head up and down. She moved further and further down the shaft. She was determined to get all of him into her mouth this time. She stopped and moved all the way back up to the head. "I might need you to skull fuck me." Lola told AJ. AJ nodded. AJ grabbed a fistful of hair. He began to buck his hips back and forth. His v-lines bulged as he thrusted into Lola's mouth. Each thrust making Lola gag. She was not about to give up however as she took more and more of him into her mouth.

Lola was finally able to reach the base of the shaft. She stuck her tongue out and began to lap at his balls. She gagged, coating his cock with saliva. AJ released Lola and let her move away, a thin line of saliva that began from the base of her lip to his cock head. He smiled. "That's enough lube to fuck your ass." He commented. He stood up and looked to her. "May I?" He asked. Lola smiled.

"Of course AJ." Lola consented. AJ placed his cock head right at her asshole. He began to tease her hole with his cock. He began to push against her force. Lola tried to relax. She had never been penetrated through the back door before. AJ used his hand to keep it steady as he gently pushed past her barrier. He moved his hips back and forth slowly. Lola closed her eyes. Partly due to the pain, but she also wanted to focus solely on the shaft that was slowly working it's way into her. Now that he was inside her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and began to thrust his hips back and forth, slowly working his way into her. His thrusts became long and rhythmic as he began to work inch after inch of his shaft into her ass. Lola was out of breath. She could hardly take it.

Each thrust of AJ's large unit sent pain through her core. She could only hope that the pounding didn't get much worse. These hopes were dashed when he took a hand and wrapped her brown hair around his fist. He began to pound furiously. Him holding her hair kept her for squirming. "Oh fuck AJ!" Lola called out. AJ slapped her butt.

"No cursing." He chastised. His hips began to buck more frantically. Each thrust filled the room with the sound of their skin slapping up against one another. So loud that it drowned out the music that was still playing. AJ was only halfway into her ass but even that was so painful that Lola's eyes watered. AJ leaned forward so that his muscular, sweaty, hairy torso was against Lola's back. He wrapped an arm around her neck and continued to thrust into her ass. "You are tight." He commented. Lola moaned, nodding.

"No one's ever fucked my ass." Lola explained. AJ slapped the side of her ass, not pausing in his assault on her ass.

"No cursing." He reminded. He began to nibble on her ear lobe. "So, no one's ever been in your butt before?" He asked. Lola nodded, their bodies moved in unison as AJ pumped into her. "So I guess this ass belongs to me." He said. He kissed the side of her face. Lola moved her face and met AJ in a passionate lip lock. Their tongues swirled around each other's. AJ then returned to his original position with a hand on each shoulder. He pounded so fast that each buck of the hips moved the chair they fucked on.

"Oh. Oh yes AJ!" Lola cried out. AJ smirked, his pride fueled him to pound into her faster.

"You like my cock inside your ass?" AJ asked. Lola nodded. AJ spanked her ass again. "Speak when you are spoken to." He ordered. Lola moaned.

"I love your cock in my ass." She exclaimed. The cocky older man smiled as he pulled out. Lola gasped. "No please, put it back in." Lola pleaded. AJ smiled as he turned her over, her back now on the chair. He quickly put his cock back into her pink ass hole and continued to fuck her.

"Just wanted to see those beautiful tits bounce as I pound you." He explained. He thrust into her, each stride sent a wave through her. Her breasts moved back and forth in rhythm with AJ's fucking. AJ wrapped his hand around her neck and pounded into her quick, relentless. Lola's hole had formed to AJ's cock. Lola's hand began to twitch. She looked to AJ's blue eyes with desperation. "What do you want?" AJ asked. "Beg daddy for it." He encouraged. Lola felt pressure build inside  her. With this comment alone, Lola was ready for climax.

"Can I rub my pussy?" She asked. He leaned over her, their sweaty bodies barely an inch from another. Their lips touched, but did not kiss.

"Beg me!" He repeated before standing straight up, still pounding her butt. He tightened his grasp around her neck ever so slightly. Lola looked at his body, each thrust made his abs tighten. His v-lines bulged. With one hand wrapped around her neck, he began to play with her breasts with the other. "Beg." He whispered. Lola took a deep breath.

"Please let me rub my pussy?" She begged. AJ chuckled before slapping one of the breasts. Not too rough.

"How do you address me?" AJ questioned. Lola began to clench on the side of the chair. She did it so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"Please Daddy, can I rub my pussy?" Lola asked. AJ took his cock from her and shook her head.

"No, if anyone is going to make your pussy feel good it's going to be daddy." He decided. He laid on the floor on his back. Lola looked at him in confusion. He pointed to his beard. "Take a seat on this saddle. You're in for one hell of a ride." He instructed. Lola readily positioned herself so that her pussy was right at his lips. She began to move her hips back and forth. AJ stuck his tongue out and began to lick up and down Lola's folds.

AJ's beard tickled Lola's pussy as she rode AJ's now 40 year-old face. AJ held his hips, keeping her in place as he decided that as the man, he would do most of the work. He paused. "Stroke daddy's big cock." He ordered before continuing to stimulate her pussy with his skilled tongue. Lola reached back and began to move her hand up and down. AJ groaned as he began to work his tongue into her. "You taste good." He commented.

AJ's tongue felt good on her pussy. She could not keep herself from pausing in stroking AJ and instead shoved his face into her pussy. She began to buck her hips back and forth and up and down furiously. She rode his face with her hands in his hair. She was thrusting almost as fast as AJ did when he pounded her ass. AJ began to spank Lola for her disobedience. Lola was beyond caring as pressure began to rise further and further in her core.

She kept his head in place as her stomach began to contract. Her juices began to coat AJ's face and beard. AJ took it in stride as he lapped up Lola's juices. He took a deep breath before lifting her up and laying her onto the main stage on her back. "You had your fun. Now it's my turn." AJ whispered. AJ placed his cock by her pussy. "Is it okay if I fuck you?" He asked. Lola nodded. AJ began to enter her. He places his hands by her head and thrusted deeper and deeper inside of her. Each buck of hips made her bare breasts bounce into her fast. AJ's blue eyes were glued to the breasts. He licked his lips and leaned forward. He swirled his tongue around the nipple.

He wrapped his mouth around the nipple and began to tug on it lightly. He kissed the buds and began to kiss up her breasts, up her jaw line, and finally reached her lips. He kissed her passionately, still thrusting into her. Lola couldn't help it as he wrapped her hands around his torso and held his muscular frame to her smaller body.  The feel of his skin on her's sent  thrills through her. If she could get any closer to him, she would. With AJ, Lola felt safe, she felt cared for. Something she had not felt for months prior.

AJ looked into her soulful eyes. He continued to thrust into her. With  hand he swept that hair that was in his face over. "I want to look into your eyes as I pound into you." AJ explained. And he did. His blue eyes never left hers as his long shaft moved in and out of her pussy. Her hands began to travel AJ's muscular back. They made their way to AJ's firm butt. She gave it as squeeze. AJ let out a growl as he pounded into her harder. "If you want to cum baby cum." He encouraged.

Lola met his gaze, before allowing her gaze to travel to his toned and hairy body. She was turned on by the visual of AJ as he pounded her. This accompanied with AJ's large cock constantly hitting her g-spot caused Lola's stomach to tighten while her pussy clenched onto his cock. She came, AJ's constant thrusts sending her cum in a number of directions. Both were soaked. The fact that he made her cum filled AJ with a sense of pride and arousal. He continued to buck his hips back and forth. He leaned forward so that his lips rested next to her ear. "I'm about to blow my load babe. Where do you want it?" He asked. Lola smiled.

"Put it anywhere Daddy." She encouraged. This put AJ over the edge as he removed his cock and began to shoot jets of cum all over Lola's body. AJ shook his head. "Woo." He said as he began to recollect themselves. Both had a sweaty sheen over their bodies. AJ looked around.

"Where's the gentleman's room? I need to clean myself off and take a leak." He admitted. Lola chuckled.

"Well, if you need to take a piss then by all means." She kneeled on the main stage, her breasts pushed forward. AJ looked to her.

"You want me to pee on you?" He asked incredulously. Lola nodded. AJ smirked and stood over her. "You kinky little slut." He commented. He aimed his now soft cock at her. After a few seconds his pee began as a stream and started to cover Lola's body. It washed his cum off her and began to flow down her body. She let out a breath and smiled as AJ covered her with his pee. The pee was now reduced to a few droplets.

He shook his penis so that no pee remained. He smiled at Lola and helped her up, kissing he on the lips. "You are so fucking sexy." He commented. Lola smiled.

"You too birthday boy." Lola said. AJ helped her up and kissed. He looked around and saw the light from the bathroom.

"Come on, let's get you washed up." He suggested. Lola smiled as they walked to the washroom.

"My birthday is this Monday, just FYI." Lola said. AJ smiled as he wrapped an arm around her.

"Then maybe we do something for your birthday too."

To Be Continued...