#honestly we should have gotten a wicked movie years ago

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for better or worse, the wicked movie has forced ariana grande back into her own race and is punishing her by giving her a blonde hair color incompatibly the exact same value as her skin tone.

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419. “Spend the night with me?”

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It got long, as in, 5.8k long, which was not at all my intention, but when inspiration strikes, go with the flow, right?? So here we are! Enjoy~

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They had kept in touch over the years. Or at least tried, although it did become near impossible to find time to chat after graduation.

Billy went off to college and afterward started his own quite successful workshop, where he with a charming smile and abundance of personality has wormed his way into high society, and old women’s lust for young and rowdy guys covered in oil and tats as they fix their expensive porches - shirts not included.

And Steve moved to Chicago to begin his “training” as an heir to the Harrington Construction empire, where his current title as COO is simply a pretty facade, as his role is nothing more than to put up appearances and give orders originally from his father’s lip.

  Today’s headache comes from a stack of papers towering like a city on top of Steve’s desk. He flips through page after page after page of permits and legal shit, trying to understand what any of it means; if he’s to ever take over as president of this company, he must know what a “nonconforming structure” is, and learn to read a site map.

Thankfully he gets interrupted when the intercom dings, and his secretary speaks; “Mr Harrington, there’s someone on line two for you. Says he’s an old friend.”

It’s kind of weird how he just immediately knows who it is, and it brings forth a deep and exasperated sigh. He rubs his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose as he gathers up energy, before reaching for the button that allows him to say, “Thank you Claire, you can go home for the night.”

Out the window he has a gorgeous view of the cityscape, drenched in black and dotted with night lights, proving to him that it is far later than he anticipated.

He then brings up the handset and, in a company approved tone, says, “Harrington Construction, this is Steve Harrington.”

“You’re a hard man to get to, Stevie,” a voice that sets his soul aflame drawls out every single syllable.

Steve’s heart beats a bit faster, a bit wrong, at the thick tone of his high school “sweetheart”. The “one that got away,” and all that painful jazz they make movies out of.

“Hey Billy,” he sighs and thuds his head against the back of his expensive leather chair.

“Don’t sound so excited now, princess,” the grin on Billy’s face all too apparent in his tone.

To think, 8 years has passed since he called Steve “princess” for the first time, and even at the ripe age of 26 he keeps up the same old front. Yet it still makes Steve blush all the same, a curse or a blessing, that depends entirely on who you ask. Some things never change.

“What do you want?” he grumbles, sounding just like his father, and that realization makes him sick enough to call a doctor, or a therapist, either one is good for him.

“Woah, bad timing?” 

“No…” Another of a thousand sighs escapes. “No, just… work, you know how it is.”

“Actually I do!” and Billy sounds all too chipper for Steve’s taste in energy levels right now. “I’m in Chicago this week for a fancy car show downtown; going to schmooze with some rich folks to get sponsors for my shop in Cincinnati.”

“Oh yeah, you mentioned that some time ago, I completely forgot.” Steve peers at the haunting sight of papers stacked nearly as tall as himself. He’s been too busy lately and forgets all too much. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’m sure your work is way more stressful than mine.” Billy has become more forgiving with age, and it is something to get used to. “You busy now?”

Steve takes a second to respond, stares at the papers on his desk in hopes they’ll catch fire, but settles for a more realistic solution, and spins around in his chair for as long as the wire of the phone allows, till he can’t see his obligations any more.

“Nope, I’m free, what’s up?”

 -

He should have expected this. 

Sure Billy spends his days flexing in front of the rich ladies whose Wall Street husbands give all their attention to their secretaries and assistants, where he no doubt has grown accustomed to champagne, scotch, and what else these lonely housewives might bring him as a “thank you”, but he still manages to choose one of the seedier bars in all of Chicago, Illinois. Some things never change.

Low ceiling, even for a basement, half-circle booths in dark leather, a bar that can maybe fit 7 people, and walls decorated in probably stolen road signs. It reeks of sweat and cheap beer, successfully assaulting Steve’s senses.

He definitely doesn’t fit in, sticks out like a sore thumb immediately in his custom tailored suit and tie that draws everyone’s attention to him, staring like he just insulted their mothers. 

“Hey! Harrington!” Billy calls out, barely audible over the old school rock music, and all Steve sees is his hand waving in the air near the back where the lights can’t quite reach.

Being raised proper like he was, by the hand of babysitters and maids, Steve apologizes the entire trip from the front door to the last booth, as he pushes his way through the more sleazy and possibly dangerous looking crowd. He wouldn’t stand a chance if even one drop was spilled on any of these men’s shirts.

When he sees Billy his heart does the same dance as it did last they saw each other, years ago at the kid’s graduation, where they got drunk and reminisced about “the way things used to be”, about the way they used to be, and being reminded of that now makes it a bit hotter under his white collar.

Billy’s slumped against the seat, arms full of tattoos and spread across the back of the booth, legs as wide apart as the skinny jeans will allow. Some things never change. But he has. He’s gotten thicker, more muscular, which is awfully apparent in the way his white tee hugs his torso. His hair is longer, curlier too somehow, but still it’s good to see he kept the mullet. Oh but that wicked grin carries the same charm that led Steve into the lion’s den way back when.

“Good to see you could find the place,” Billy says and gives Steve a very obvious once over, taking in how sharply dressed he is, smoothly shaved, hair short and slicked back.

He doesn’t move further in to allow for any room, hogging all the space except for a bit at the end where Steve won’t be able to sit without them being inappropriately close in such a public setting.

“My driver knows his way around, thankfully.”

Steve unbuttons his jacket and takes a chance; sits down and hopes that Billy will move once he sees that Steve isn’t afraid to push boundaries anymore, isn’t afraid to challenge the retired Keg King.

But he doesn’t move - stays firm in his placement on the seat, planted even, biting his tongue as their thighs press together.

“Still living on daddy’s dime, huh?” 

“Kinda hard not to since I work for him,” Steve laughs.

Even through the fog of alcohol and cigarettes, he can smell Billy’s strong cologne, and it triggers something in him he hasn’t felt in damn near two years. Some things never change.

“Ah yes, good ol’ nepotism,” Billy chuckles, low and gravely, eyes staring too long at Steve’s lips before going up to meet his gaze.

“It’s a family business, a dynasty if you were to ask my father, so it is only to be expected,” Steve says with a smile, exhausted in a sense that is all too clear despite the low lighting.

“Mhm, sure, listen,” Billy mumbles out with disinterest, then leans in closer - not that there was much space between them to begin with. “I didn’t ask you here to talk about work or your father, if I cared for that I’d have simply called.”

Billy hadn’t called in close to half a year before today.

Steve hasn’t called in over half a year.

Neither had bothered finding time to “hang out” in two years, both had tried to move on from their past, yet they’re here now, together, and maybe Billy is tired of trying to forget, and maybe Steve is willing to remember.

“Then why did you ask for us to meet here?” Steve whispers, certain that Billy can hear him, and the way his eyes go dark beneath heavy lids proves he’s right.

And Billy licks his lips before pulling the lower one in to bite at it suggestively. “I think you know exactly why.”

His hand brushes against Steve’s neck, sending a ripple of goosebumps across his skin, his entire body perking up at such a simple and gentle touch. Steve can’t look away from those deep pools of desire, won’t even try, honestly.

He takes a stuttering breath before saying, “Not getting enough from your aged clients?”

Billy huffs a laugh and smiles rather than grins at that. “Come on, Stevie, you know me better than that, don’t you?”

“Do I?” the response quick through a teasing smirk.

“You should. I don’t sleep around with married people - their sons and daughters, however…” he trails off, well aware that Steve understands, but Billy isn’t exactly subtle, ever.

“Is that all I am to you?” Steve coos and pushes his knee against Billy’s. “Some rich married man’s son?”

“Is that all you want to be to me?” Billy moves in to ghost his breath across Steve’s lips.

“Billy…” Steve whispers cautiously.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy, it’s a gay bar, no one here will mind…”

And perhaps that’s why people stared at him like that when he came in… or at least some of them.

Steve’s hand rushes up to feel the slight stubble of Billy’s jaw as he kisses him with such eagerness that only grows from missing another person this much, a touch that Steve didn’t know he had been craving so bad till he walked into the room.

Billy’s tongue dives in as he pushes to deepen their kiss, a hand on the back of Steve’s head to pull him closer, proving just how needy Billy is as well for this, as if there’s nothing else he could want for in the world but the taste of Steve’s mouth.

And it makes him breathless, lungs wanting air but lips wanting to touch. When Billy pulls away Steve tries to move along, to stay connected like that, but Billy dodges every attempt, to groan out,

“Spend the night with me?”

Steve can’t help but laugh, gaining him a rather inquisitive look from Billy. “Why didn’t you just ask me to your hotel room right away?”

“Well I thought you’d be more likely to agree to go to a bar with me than my room!” Billy can’t help but laugh, too. 

“You’re not even gonna buy me a drink first then?” 

“Oh baby,” Billy purrs and nuzzles his nose against Steve’s neck, kissing him softly and dearly. “You can order all the room service you want at my hotel - wine, champagne, scotch, vodka, if that’s what you want.”

“Mmh,” Steve hums and tips his head aside to allow Billy better access. “Are you sure you can afford my expensive tastes?”

Billy reaches forth to loosen Steve’s tie and frees the first button of his shirt. “I’ll write it off as a business expense, anything for my princess.”

“Fuck,” Steve lets out a breathy moan as those words shoot straight through him; jolting his heart and waking his dick. Some things never change. “Then what are we waiting for?”

 -

Maybe it’s because he grew up with old money, a house full of expensive and dark furniture, ornate and vintage, but the hotel is not what he expected.

It’s so… modern, with white furniture, large windows, and polished metal. It all looks impeccably clean.

The couch faces a large fireplace, a TV mounted in the wall above, glass tables on either side of the armrests, and behind the seating is a set of glass doors that open into the bedroom that holds a king sized bed with no doubt real silk sheets, and an en suite bathroom. It’s a small and generally scarcely decorated hotel room, a plant over in the corner to bring some color, a pretentious painting with only a streak of red, but it’s upscale and no doubt rather expensive.

And the trust fund kid in Steve wonders how the hell Billy can afford all of this and room service, but he’s not going to ask nor complain. Pretend he’s on an all paid trip where he can do whatever he wants, far far away from his father and his duties. Even if it is just for one night, he can relax and enjoy himself; leave his baggage at the door.

“It’s paid for by one of my ‘sponsors’,” Billy says while taking Steve’s jacket off.

“What?” 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you looking around thinking ‘How the hell can Billy Hargrove afford all of this?’” Thankfully Billy doesn’t sound offended by the notion that he’s still just a poor man.

“And who is your sponsor that allows you to live so lavishly?” Steve turns to Billy with a smile, who offers a smirk rather wide.

“Mrs. Howard.”

“Ah,” Steve huffs as if it was what to be expected.

“Yeah, ah,” Billy mocks him and brings his hands to the Armani belt, unbuckling it and smoothly slips it through the loops of Steve’s dress pants. 

Steve toes his way out of his shiny oxford shoes as Billy expertly unbuttons his shirt, only to find a tee beneath, and he expresses his irritation with a clear groan.

“Why do all you suit monkeys always wear a shirt beneath your shirt?” he complains lightly yet shoves rather hard for the button up to fall past Steve’s shoulders.

“I don’t know if you know, but white fabric is often rather sheer, and I’m not a fan of my subordinates seeing, well, more than they should,” Steve explains rather matter-of-fact, but doubts that Billy actually cares for the reason of it.

Instead he throws off his own tee before pulling at Steve’s, caring for something far more carnal as is evident in the way he goes to kiss and bite up and down Steve’s now fully exposed neck.

“Didn’t you- ah- didn’t you promise me something like room service?” Steve asks as he pulls Billy away by the luscious mullet, earning him a snarl and exposed teeth that want nothing more than to taste his flesh.

“Can’t it wait?” Billy growls lowly. 

And Steve wants to say no, wants to tease and make the other wait for it, if not perhaps beg a little, but when Billy grabs his ass for leverage as he grinds them together, all Steve can say is, 

"Fuck," as his brain short circuits.

Billy grins like he knows what he does to poor old Steve, like he remembers the kind of power he has over him. Some things never change. 

He licks a hot stripe up Steve's neck, and nibbles at his ear. "Come on, pretty boy, let's get you into something more… Comfortable." 

Hand in hand, Billy leads them both through the glass doors to the bedroom, and before Steve can even think of anything to say, he’s shoved onto the silk sheets where he lands with a loud poomf.

As he lies there flat on his back, he gets a good and proper look at Billy, and finds time to appreciate just how much he’s changed, how out of place he is here, inked skin in stark contrast to the white and dull background the suite offers.

His arms have been decorated with more skulls, which is no real surprise. A crown wrapped in thorns on top of one skull, another seemingly choking on rose petals. On his left bicep sits a gorgeous, topless mermaid on a rock, looking out over the horizon, surrounded by an ornate frame as if she were a painting.

Billy stares all the same down at Steve, who’s gotten a bit softer with age, his very legit excuse being that practicing sports in high school was what kept him fit then, and now he’s barely ever got time to hit the gym. But Billy looks at him like he doesn’t care, like he enjoys it, like he did back then.

Steve is incapable of looking away as Billy’s strong hands unbuckle his own belt and zips down his jeans, and…

“Are… are you not wearing any underwear?” He gawks and stares at the full, veiny cock jumping to attention as those jeans fall to the floor.

“Thought it was unnecessary,” Billy says with a grin all too alluring and knowing.

Steve wants to say something; feign protesting that Billy shouldn’t “assume I’m that easy,” but isn’t he? About an hour ago he was in his office, flaccid like a eunuch, accepting of his status as celibate what with his luck in the dating pool. Now he’s so fucking hard words fail him.

Billy wants Steve.

Steve needs Billy.

Some things never change.

Fingers calloused from hard work drift down Steve’s chest and stomach something so reverently and grateful, and as they hitch themselves in the waistband of both trousers and trunks, Steve lifts up his ass to allow for Billy to strip him clean.

“Mmmmm,” Billy, pleased with the sight of Steve’s lengthy erection and flushed skin, hums like he’s just been served his favorite meal on a silver platter.

And he drops to his knees by the end of the bed, kissing his way up the inside of one thigh, hands on the outside of either, guiding Steve’s thighs over Billy’s broad shoulders, around his head, feet locking together on his back.

Steve props himself up on his elbows for a better view, as Billy’s warm, soft, wet lips get closer and closer to his throbbing cock that hasn’t been touched proper for months, and even that one time at the office Christmas party wasn’t all that fulfilling.

The further up Billy goes, the more he sucks on the skin, drawing forth purple marks to leave as a reminder for Steve - not that this is something that will be forgotten anytime soon. And when he finally reaches the end of his short journey, he wraps his fingers around Steve’s dick, firm and confident in the grasp as he moves his hand up and down at a tantalizingly slow pace.

“Fuck,” Steve sighs with appreciation, well aware to the fact that it’s because it’s Billy, specifically, that makes this all the more enjoyable - all the more formidable.

Because Billy knows what he’s doing with Steve in his hands, and he makes use of old tricks as he lets out his tongue to tease at Steve’s taint, licks his tongue flat over his balls, to the base of his shaft, making the entirety of Steve’s body twitch and writhe as waves of euphoria rush through his muscles.

“Shit, Billy!” Steve moans and is quick to entangle his fingers in golden locks, as Billy starts a slow climb up his aching dick.

He can’t resist the way his back arches, abs flex, hips stutter, as he involuntarily thrust into the hand aided by a wide and sensational tongue, that eagerly laps up the pre cum that dribbles down.

And when Billy closes his mouth around the head of Steve’s cock, the poor brunette chokes on his own sounds and presses his head hard into the mattress, eyes screwed shut tight, as Billy immediately goes as deep as he can before Steve hits the back of his mouth, prodding at his uvula as he gags and swallows the best he can, making Steve practically cry and tremble with self restraint as to not just shove his lengthy prick all the way into that gorgeous heat.

Not that Billy isn’t trying his best to do just that, gagging and drooling all over Steve’s cock and his own hand working at the start of hard flesh, all of it a wet mess as he starts bobbing his head, looking up through his lashes to see how those erotic gasps and curses drip from Steve’s open lips. He keeps a calm and trained rhythm, tongue out where his lips can’t reach, throat contracting around the leaking head, hand moving along with every bow.

It’s driving Steve mad; the sweet wetness of Billy’s mouth, cheeks hollowing, the ecstatic humming and moaning sending vibrations down his pulsating cock, it’s everything he’s been craving for years.

“Billy… Billy, stop,” he tries to warn him, “Or I’ll- ah-”

But it only makes Billy more eager, somehow - keeps his lips locked around the head, tongue twirling at that weak spot beneath, as he jerks Steve off fervently, effectively pulling him undone.

“Shit, ah- fuck, Billy, I’m- I’m-”

The heat in his gut reaches a fever point, and he’s powerless as he cums into Billy’s mouth, dick kicking as he empties out, voice so loud the neighbors must be hearing it, but he can’t be bothered to care about that, as satisfaction soothes across him, like sinking into a Jacuzzi and letting yourself drift away on the soft bubbles.

Gingerly, and with what could be misconstrued as honest affection, Billy licks Steve’s softening cock clean of what he might not have initially swallowed, then leaves a trail of affable kisses up his torso as Billy climbs onto the bed, situating himself comfortably between Steve’s shaky legs.

“Hmmm good?” Billy whispers with a well deserved, self-satisfied grin. He continues kissing the soft and pale skin, along the jaw, the moles on Steve’s cheek, the corners of his lips as he smiles and nods.

“Yeah,” Steve chuckles warmly and with a full heart, “Good.”

“Don’t think we’re done just yet, pretty boy.” And the grin grows wider, grows more salacious; rousing in the way he licks across his teeth.

“I’d hope not,” Steve just barely manages to mumble out before pushing their lips together, quick and brief before Billy pulls away from the needy embrace.

He takes long and hurried steps from the bed to his open suitcase, where his hand dives straight for a bottle of lube and a condom, and the sight of it jolts Steve right awake, because oh god oh yes does he want nothing more than Billy’s steely cock inside him.

The bed dips beneath Billy’s weight as he kneels between spread legs. “Think you’re ready for more?” his breath a ghost on Steve’s desirous lips, who leans in for a kiss, but Billy pulls away with a shitty little smirk.

“Please,” Steve whines and brings a hand to the back of Billy’s head. “I need you to fuck me, Billy; haven’t had a good dick in years.” He nuzzles their noses together and carefully kisses Billy’s astonished expression.

“Jesus Christ, princess,” is all he can groan out in response, sounding like he’s never been more turned on, which might just be the case. “Such filthy words from such a pretty mouth.”

And the electricity in the air courses through Steve as Billy kisses him again, deep and sensuous, lets out his tongue to feel how Steve’s own writhes around the vivid little sounds he makes.

While Steve tangles his fingers in that mane, Billy pops open the bottle and slicks up three digits before swiftly bringing his hand down between them. Their lips break apart as he teases the tip in a circle around the rim, because Billy wants to witness the way Steve’s face shifts, and with gazes locked tight and assuredly, he pushes in, slow, courteous. 

Steve bites hard at his lip when Billy smoothly dives past the first knuckle, then the second, and a slight “Fuck,” escapes as he fights to keep his eyes open, keep himself raised and near where Billy watches him with fondness that can only come from absence. Or maybe that’s just what Steve wants that look to mean. He moves his hips down to swallow up what’s left of Billy’s middle finger, keeps eye contact with intensity that begs for more.

When the finger curls together inside it knocks out a little “Ah,” that interrupts his steady, heated breathing. He licks his lips before leaning in to meet Billy again.

He was never one for a quick fuck, something hard and rowdy and crude, which took some confidence to tell Billy way back when. No, Steve wants it nice and soft and gentle and loving. Wants to hold hands, kiss and lick at salty skin, wants to be kissed, bodies flush and sticky with sweat as they rock together, held dearly. Some things never change.

“You think you can take another?” Billy asks, kind and considerate, pulling Steve back from where his mind was drifting off to.

“Yeah, please,” Steve coos and refocuses on those gorgeous baby blues.

Billy chuckles like thunder on a warm summer day, and he smiles just as charming. “You don’t have to say please or beg for it, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Steve hopes to find a glint of a lie in his eyes, because the truth will only make saying goodbye all that much worse, and when there’s nothing but honesty there, his voice cracks dangerously as he whispers, “Billy…”

As Billy presses in a second finger, Steve lets his head fall backwards with a pliant moan, arms wrapped around Billy’s broad shoulders to keep him up and close. Close enough for Billy to kiss and nibble and bite playfully up and down his neck, feeling the vibration of his voice and rhythm of his pulse as Billy pumps his fingers in and out.

It doesn’t take long for it to not be enough, making Steve whisper out, voice going hoarse, “More, ah-”

And Billy raises up his head to try and read Steve’s expression. “Already? You sure?”

The tenderness to his tone makes everything better, makes everything worse. Makes Steve want to beg him not to go, please.

“Yes, fuck-” Steve wets his lips and meets the inquisitive gaze. “Billy it’s been so long, I just need to feel you inside me so bad.”

There is no resisting the magnetic pull between them, as Billy eagerly kisses Steve, to taste how sweet those words are, how needy they are. With their lips locked he adds a third digit and swallows every sound Steve makes like he’s starving for his attention.

“God, you make me so fucking hard, baby,” Billy growls out and moves his hand faster, going as deep as he can with every thrust, making Steve whine. “Can’t wait to feel how tight and warm you are again.”

To even his own wonder and amazement, Steve’s cock is starting to fill out again already with only a few minutes break from his last orgasm. Two years since he last felt this good, felt Billy’s thick fingers open him up, felt Billy’s veiny dick brush against his thigh, eager and wet with pre.

The stretching burns faintly, but the pure pleasure of it all is making him impatient for more, and he kisses Billy with breathless enthusiasm. “Billy, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna go insane.”

Billy chuckles, awestruck and joyful in a way that makes his eyes crinkle, lips stretch wide, Steve’s heart ache for the good old days. So he leans away, retreats his fingers and reaches for the condom he dropped on the bed before, but pauses with it in hand, staring down.

“What?” Steve asks, his stomach turning in some way at how those eyes adore him like he’s a marbled statue behind velvet rope.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Billy reaches up with his dry hand to push away brown locks from Steve’s face. “You’ve grown so handsome over the last few years.”

And Steve should have known- he should have known that that was what that look meant, should have recognized it from the way they’d watch each other in secret back then. He wants nothing more than for this moment to grow into eternity. Moving on was painful and he should have said no to meeting, because now he’s facing another half year just yearning and pining and wishing.

He returns to reality as the condom wrapper gets torn open, and watches how Billy slips it on with a perfected roll of his hand, how he strokes himself with the excess lube, how he lines up with Steve’s fluttering hole.

Billy grabs the underside of Steve’s knees, spreading him out and folding him in half to properly expose everything, allowing Billy a splendid view as he slowly pushes the head of his steely cock in.

Steve’s arms give up beneath him and he falls onto the sheets; a long drawn out “Fuuuuuck,” escapes with a moan as Billy fills him out, satiating his hunger, stretching the muscle till he’s panting for air with a stutter.

“Oh Billy,” he gasps and sends his hand in search for another, blindly skipping across silk till he’s found.

Fingers lace together and Billy leans down to kiss each of Steve’s digits. He settles in between wide spread thighs and sits still there for a moment, appreciating how well his cock fits, how Steve is clenching around him.

His lips travel down Steve’s arm, up his bicep and past his shoulder as he moves down and closer to whisper in a blushing ear, “You feel so amazing, princess. Warm and tight and perfect, like you were made for this- made for me.”

Words that could make him cum untouched, if Steve were to be honest about it. He had love once. They had love once. But life pulled them apart, and it was always a struggle to find their way together again, only for brief moments, a day or two, before they’d have to abandon that warmth and feel the pain of separation again.

And Steve wonders if Billy feels the same way as he does.

With their bodies drawn together, chests flush and warm and sweaty, Billy starts moving gently, pulling almost all the way out just to bottom out in a slow motion, and Steve adores how the head of his cock drags against each muscle, massaging every inch in reach.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Steve moans softly and relaxes fully underneath the heavy weight of Billy’s sweaty, tan, inked up body.

“Ahh, me too, mmh-” Billy whispers back, voice thick and luscious in Steve’s ear before finding his way to his mouth.

Fingers entangled, hips thrusting tenderly, tongues dancing a well practiced waltz, it just proves that-

“Some things never change.”

Steve had gotten lost in the euphoria of their tryst, and barely even heard Billy’s words, wouldn’t have believed he had spoken at all, if when he opened his eyes he wasn’t met with such a caring look from heaven's own gaze. He can’t help but smile at Billy’s talent for knowing exactly what’s on his mind.

They both smile into the kiss, but falls into bawdy ‘o’s as Billy sets a faster, more shallow pace, encouraged completely by the way Steve moans more and louder, and when his prostate is found he arches his back.

“There- ah! Billy!”

“I got you, princess,” Billy grunts out, going for soft but sounding too fucked out.

He kisses as far down Steve’s chest as he can, running a hand over his twitching stomach to reach for the leaking prick-

“N-no! Don’t!” Steve utters through whimpering lips. “I-I can cum without- wanna cum without.”

Billy’s quick to remove his hand again. “You sure?”

“Y-yeah, I’m- mmh- I’m close-” With his free hand, Steve reaches up to push off of the headboard and deeper onto Billy’s cock sliding in and out.

The devil’s grin smooths across Billy’s face, and he licks his lips. “Already?” his tone low and desirous, “You really needed this, huh? Needed me.”

“Ah- shit- yes, you! Only you, Billy,” Steve calls out loud and turns his head to press kisses against Billy’s wrist.

“God, that’s so fucking sexy, Stevie,” Billy groans roughly, like tires on wet gravel. He grabs Steve by the hip; angling him up so that he can thrust deeper, grind harder. “Wanna feel you cum, baby, strangling my dick with your tight little hole.”

Every movement lights sparks inside of Steve, the fuse to the fireworks burning faster and faster every time Billy’s incredible, fat cock pounds into his prostate, every touch scorching and phenomenal, overstimulating to a point where he won’t last much longer.

And it truly takes no more than a kiss to his collarbone, Billy’s hand squeezing at his hip, before he’s cumming again, body tensing up, emptying his lungs towards the ceiling as Billy fucks him fast through his orgasm that sends fireworks loose behind his lids.

“Fuck, yes that’s so fucking good, arrh, Steve-” Billy spills into the condom, hips stuttering involuntarily with a few too hard and crude thrusts as he buries his face in the crook of Steve’s neck.

They freeze like that once all energy has drained, sweaty and heaving for air, pressed together in a mindless haze of unadulterated pleasure. Steve almost forgot how good he can feel, how satisfaction feels, to be completely and fully blissed out, happy.

He’s the first to move in a while, as he wraps his legs around Billy and snakes one arm across his back and up to hitch on the opposite shoulder, keeping him as near and close as physically possible, hoping to lock them together forever.

Billy kisses him gently, tasting the salt that runs down Steve’s neck, humming content and ending with a happy sigh.

“You know…” he breathes out, voice so faint it’s as if he’s barely there at all. “I’m staying in town for the week.”

“Mmmh, yeah,” Steve coos, sleepy and exhausted. “For the car show, you’ve mentioned.”

“Yeah, but also…” Billy raises himself up on his elbows.

He runs his fingers through Steve’s hair, removing the locks that’s plastered to his forehead. It takes him a moment to continue, thoughts clearly processing something, as is evident in how concentrated his brow furrows.

“I’m… considering relocating my shop, keep the old one running but make headquarters in a bigger city.”

And Steve’s no fool, he catches on immediately, knows exactly what Billy is barely insinuating, and his heart is going rampant, close to exploding maybe as it jumps around his chest, making him truly speechless.

“Was hoping you’d, I dunno, help me look around? Find a shop for sale or something. Some place here in Chicago.”

“Billy…” Steve whispers, hoping that his tone conveys every single thing he’s feeling right now, and perhaps the way Billy smiles at it proves that he hears it all. “Yes, I’d love to help you out.”

Billy leans down to kiss him, lips portraying something new and hopeful.

Maybe… maybe some things are about to change.

[allstarsstorymode867]

All-STARS -STORY MODE- CHAPTER 18 PART 2

Part 3

Part 1

This is a continuation of the first part.

-Back to the rest of the Group in the hardware store-

10:48

“Do any of you believe in the existence of evil?”

Ash had asked the whole group that question after they got back without U!Takeo, after they had to explain what had happened back in Wonderland Plaza. “A force of nature capable of giving rise to all things wicked?” his back was back to everyone with his hands on his hips when he asked further, waiting for an answer.

“Most of us do.” Primis Richtofen answered as he was seated on a crate he shared with the Engineer, “Back in 1918, before the end of World War I, me, Doctor Maxis und our men had gone to Excavation Site 64, we had uncovered an ancient tomb vith large amounts of Element 115 inside, from vhat ve had found is very likely from zhe middle ages, zhe statues zhat looked exactly like us und elemental stones zhat can be used by staffs.”

“It was long before we got involved, German.” Primis Nikolai growled in anger as he glared at him, “You and others had uncovered and created something that should never be unburied and undisturbed but you went ahead and unleashed the evil upon the land with no second thoughts!”

Diego was silent as Ash turned around to face them with his arms crossed, Engineer then spoke up “Before all of this, we had met and seen things on every Halloween, most of it was normal before but some of ‘em ain’t good.”

Ash looked at everyone as he explained “Guys, listen to me and what I had gone through in my own experience, alright?”

“It happened 30 years ago, my friends and I spended the night at the cabin,”

[Digitally drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter, images, screenshots and movie poster belongs to Sam Raimi and the one and only; Bruce Campbell.]

The walls shown the memories of Ash’s younger years with his former girlfriend, a friend with a girlfriend of his own, and his sister in the car riding into the woods and arriving to the old cabin behind everyone as they settled to listen to his story

“We shouldn’t be looking but we have found the book… Necronomicon Ex-Mortis, Book of The Dead. Created by the Dark Ones as it was inked in blood and bound in human skin. Having the power to resurrect demons and summon the powers of darkness.” as the scene of these memories changed into a book, like Ash had said himself; the book was bound in human skin and flesh, and it was inked in blood of the fallen to write and drew the book in as Ash and his friend, Scotty, looked at it before they found a reel-to-reel tape player with the type left behind.

“The professor, Raymond Knowby, long before we got there, had taken it to the cabin to study but when he read the box’s text out, he was never seen again.”

Scene had rewinded to an elderly man, Professor Raymond Knowby, his wife, daughter and assistant wandering into the ruins of a castle until they discovered Necronomicon Ex-Mortis and along with a dagger, both of them were covered in dust before it showed the cabin once again as the windows was glowing light through them.

“When we played the tape Knowby left behind, we unleashed something dark, something evil that lasts for centuries that lives in the woods.”

Then we are shown a flashback of Ash having pinned his possessed hand onto the floor with a knife in order for it to stay in place while he uses a chainsaw to sever it while blood- his blood, sprayed onto his face as he screams in agony.

“It got into my hand and went bad so I lopped it off.”

We then saw into the evil entity's point of view flying and dashing through the forest as it was going towards the same cabin and it broke down the back door, flashbacks shown the images of Scotty, Sherry, and Cheryl had been possessed; Cheryl was the first one to be possessed, locked in the fruit cellar of the cabin as she was banging under the chained up cellar door for most of the night. Sherry was then the next unfortunate victim of the Kandarian Demon when she was attacked in her room and eventually Scotty was too the next one to go as he was severely injured when he tried to find an alternate route back to the outside and he was eventually resurrected into a Deadite.

“It then got to my friends, twisting them, changing them, they made them… less than human. And Linda, she…”

We are then presented to one more flashback of Linda in her night gown as an unseen force breaks through the glass while she screams and then presented to the now Deadite Linda being decapitated by Ash with a shovel and her head flew upward and back down to him in a struggle.

“...And then soon, things escalated quickly after that.” he finished.

“Escalated quickly?” Primis Nikolai commented on Ash’s story, the way he looked at him now as the Russian suspects that this Necronomicon Ex-Mortis may have something to do with this and Ash Williams may somewhat be involved with it.

“A lot of sh!t, I was the only one that managed to escape and now all because of a screwup I’ve made; read from that book, one lousy time, evil has found not only me but all of you somehow. and I am now, as I was thinking, responsible for all of this.” Ash somewhat confessed with his hands raised and then fell down onto his sides, everyone looked at him as silence remained until U!Dempsey said “Huh, funny that you were the reason why we are here in the first place.” as he gave him the stink eye while Ash then remarks “You don’t think to catch a rabbit once it’s on the wrong foot, do you?”

“Okay, that’s it; I’m shooting him.” before he got out a pistol and then aimed it at Ash who got his “Boomstick” out and the only one that prevented this was the Engineer who stood between them and said “Hold on, let’s not make it worse, boys.” with his hands raised in a gesture of calming the situation or an attempt to calm it down.

“There’s gonna be other theories, if what Ash says about the Necronomicon story didn't have anything to do with this then what we are dealing with is worse than zombies and Deadites.” Shaw had to explain as he stood up from his place towards the standoff between El Jefe and the marine.

“Examples?” Corporal asked as he still was looking at Ash, “Stanton may have a point.” Primis Richtofen added with must, “Apothicons are the second one to be on the list, as of now the Book of The Dead is top of it but now with other theories that anyone want to share?”

David Tapp then spoke up with raw rash, “Jigsaw may be behind this zombie outbreak but now when I think about it, I don’t think that kidnapping people through interdimensional means was a way for him to act out his games on.”

More and more theories are coming up more in people's minds as Ash and Tank had to lower their weapons to listen.

“A part of us believed that the Order was somewhat behind all of this,” Diego finally spoke up before two of his teammates could, “If this was their plan the entire time, then we must surely do something about it.”

“Maybe Saxon’s mistake,” Medic suggested, “He might have caused a universal rift in our universe to yours.”

“Stop, stop, stop!” Miss Pauling interjected, “It could be Gray Mann, he is the only one that is advanced with machinery and technology, maybe he could be responsible for all of this.”

“But it doesn't explains how those creepy-looking f*@#ers that brought us here, ones with jack-o-lantern faces.” U!Dempsey had poked a hole into these conspiracies'.

“Still,” Bill finally spoke after they all talked, “Last thing I remembered was turning on the generator to help my teammates to get away from zombies and then getting the wind out of me before things turned back.”

David Tapp, up until now, looked at Bill with concern and said with hasite “Did you think that you’d died?”

“I think so, Detective.” Bill Overbeck had confirmed and then the store went still, silent, “I think I had died too but how are we even alive?” David said as he placed a hand on his forehead as if he was pressing against a headache.

“How the hell are you even here, breathing, not undead?” U!Dempsey asked, adding further questions but Primis NIkolai already figured out how, “You were both resurrected. By something.”

“Resurrected?” They both said, not believing the Russian but before he could say anything, a knock was heard and he honestly had no idea who got out a shotgun as a bang was heard and split the wooden door and a yell was heard.

“Engie!” Ash yelled to whoever saw him with the Frontier Justice, “Sorry, Ah panicked!”

“Stand down!” A familiar voice was heard from the back of the door, their ears perked up as P!Richtofen questioned “Takeo?”

As if it was automatic, Pyro had gotten a flamethrower and then walked over to the door as P!Nikolai tried to stop them but Spy stopped him. “Don't recall what happened in the Wonderland Plaza.”

Nikolai looked at him for a moment and said “Do you think Mercer had found us?”

“Oui., I believe so, if I am wrong, it could be Takeo.”

Pyro slowly grabbed the handle and then slowly pulled it open and pointed at whoever it was on the other side of the door with the weapon. On the other side was Frank West who had his hands up and beside him was Ultimis Takeo who tried to ushered to the pyromaniac but then realized two reasons: his encounter with the shapeshifter with biomass and his allies may had relayed this to the rest of the group.

“Pyro, lower the flamethrower, we are not like him.” he reasoned as Pyro looked at U!Takeo with suspicion, he carefully walked over to the Pyro as slowly as possible. When he got close only for Pyro to see more than Frank, and then rolled his sleeve a bit for the same vine to present a flower for them as proof.

It was good enough for Pyro but not for Frank West yet the Samurai were able to have their back turn and they talked quietly as the photojournalist watched rather dismayed with tribulation.

“He?”

“Hai.”

“But what if he’s?”

“He’s not Mercer, if he’s him, he could’ve consume me rhen he had the chance but he didn’t on rhe rhole way here.”

“He’s not him?”

“Iie, his name is Frank West-san, not Alex Mercer.”

Frank examined the private conversion between the two with loathsome pause while these two whispered to each other with no end it seems, Pyro seemed to be in two minds on the dilemma until the delay that took 5 minutes they finally turned to Frank West, saying nothing but Pyro moved and lets Takeo in, he turned and looked at Frank before saying “Are you coming?”

Frank was a startled at first as he was be bit suspicious of this before he cautiously walked into the hardware store, so far on his first day; he had countered a mad man known to him as a Psycho in form of a gun shop owner when he was out trying to find more unlucky survivors in the zombie after he helped Brad to try take down a terrorist reasonable for this.

He was thinking that these people could have something to do with this outbreak as well when he entered the store and there were people inside, he recognized them right away as they were with the other townspeople before the barricade was broken in but there are two old-aged men who are unfamiliar.

“Well, hello there, stranger.” Diego was the first one to greet him, “Hey, you must be the ones from the Entrance Plaza, I guess they did get away rather all.”

“And you are?” Ash asked as he crossed his arms while he looked at him. “I’m Frank West,” Frank introduced himself, “Right now I rather want to know than exchanging pleasantly.”

“Right on the spot,” Bill said as he stood up, “Are you writing a story about this?”

“I’m a photojournalist, just listen, your friend has led me here, I guess to convince all of you to come with me.”

“To where?” U!Dempsey said with suspicion, “As I recall nothing in this mall is safe.”

“There is,” Frank rebuked, “An security room was wielded shut so none of these walking corpses could get in.”

“Welded shut?” Scarlett perked up, that caught their attention so the Engineer urged “Is it true?”

“A Janitor, Otis, had wielded it shut with a blowtorch to make sure none of them would get in, that would be the only place left that could be safe.” He explained to the group who were interested in this conversion.

Miss Pauling looked at him before pulling Primis Richtofen, and Scarlett away, “Guys, a word please?” and they were on the other side of the store right away. “What do you zhink, Frank vas telling zhe truth or…?”

“If he was lying, he couldn’t spill it out. There’s hardly a window there and…”

“If the door was wielded shut from the inside, how did he manage to get out of the room?” Scarlett had to inject the two, “And I want to know how.”

“Still, better than being here with the dead.” Miss Pauling as she and P!Richtofen looked at her with treaty, “If ve follow him, he could-”

“He had said rhe “helicopter” ras coming,” another voice joins in the meeting of theirs, they looked and saw him, Takeo who was watching them with arms crossed across his chest.

“Vhat/what?” the three said at once.

Ultimis Takeo walks over to them, stopping once he got close enough to them, “He had spoken of his “ride ``coming rithin three days. Rhis is how he had planned; find the story to make sure it will be worth for these three days.”

“Why can’t it be three hours?” Miss Pauling thought with hefty impatience, they were silent for a moment and soon, Richtofen said “Is his escape route reliable?”

The warrior nodded, “Hai, story was the reason he is here.”

The three looked at each other with the thoughts, possibly thinking it over about it but you could ask why couldn’t Primis Richtofen use the Summoning Key?

Well, he had tried earlier but for a shocking reason, Key didn’t open up the portal like before. He had tried and tried but it failed each one time.

Primis Nikolai had berated him on this but it wasn’t honestly his fault, the key wasn’t working and something was very wrong.

This seemed to be the only option for them now, much as he doesn’t like it but he had to agree to the deal. “Alright.”

“Okay.”

“Sure.”

U!Takeo looked content with their decision, but not before Richtofen stated “But if ve all had to vait for three days for it to arrive, ve'd need supplies.”

“Brad’s gonna handle that.” Frank had came around the corner where the four were, “Frank, you see-”

“I kinda heard the whole thing, Tak,” Frank had confessed, no joke, he had listened to what he said, U!Takeo felt a bit bad for what he had overheard and looked at him to say something but Frank continued “I'm gonna check if everyone could fit inside the helicopter, afterall, my guy is reliable.”

“Well, Brad is going to need help with supplies.” Scarlett suggested, “Where is here now?”

“Well…”

12:14

Two hours it took for a few of them to get in the security room with much supplies they needed but of course, they had to share them with the survivors Frank had rescued for the three days as Tank had tied his jacket around his waist as he had a black tank top with his dog tags is standing guard of the vent, making sure that there won’t be any shambling zombies won’t get inside the room through the vents.

Brad had got back with more supplies as Tank was pressing his back against the wall close to the door to the monitor room, Brad looked and then said “Yo guys! Gimme a hand here!’

Dempsey and Frank walked over to Brad who had the supplies in a box that was sitting inside the air duct, Frank grabbed a cola from it but Brad gently grabbed him by the arm and made the photojournalist look at him.

“Wh-what gives?”

Brad grabs the soda and pulls it away from him, “Considering the helicopter, bringing more hands here and all, we have to work together.” Brad said as Ultimis Dempsey nodded and added “But that doesn’t mean that we all tell you anything of what was going on.”

“The corporal had the point; things are classified for security reasons and things that, if we do tell you, cannot be printed as necessities.”

“Yeah?” Frank sledded with his arms crossed, “So?”

“So, we just want you to appreciate the situation.” Brad answered as he and Tank looked at him, Frank looked up at the ceiling and said “Well, we are all trapped in a mall with a bunch of zombies.” before looking at them again “Yeah, I think I appreciate the situation just fine.”

“Zombies….” The Afican man looked down at the floor before looked back to Frank, “I still can’t believe all of this is happening, you know, it seems unreal.”

“But this is reality, we know how to take them out.” Tank blissfully thinks as Brad gives the cola back to Frank West and carries the box to the monitor room as the marine goes with him.

“Ya alright there?”

“Yeah, we got it.” Dempsey answered as he opened the door to let Brad and himself in while Frank opened his drink and sipped it down.

Dempsey went into the hallway as where the rest of the group was, Shaw was making another batch of Acid Bombs with Ash looking over at his work before looking over at the old man and greeted with “Making new friends, already?”

“Hahaha, go f*** yourself, Ash.” mocked Dempsey with a sneer as he walked to P!Richtofen with Scarlett and Pauling on what they will be doing once the rescue arrives. Tapping him on the shoulder, making him jump a little but realized that it’s Dempsey.

“It was a tiring day, too bad that the stuff we could use is back at the hardware store.”

“Ve could always come back to it vhen ve go out of zhe room vhen ve still can but on limit of three days,” P!Richtofen recounted with the 1940’s marine, “Ve sleep for about 4 hours per night to switch shifts, ve vill figure out more by morning.” he then turned to walk over to his own living place with little supplies he had carried with him as U!Takeo nodded in agreement.

4:56

Four hours passed with David Tapp, P!Nikolai and Richtofen and Engineer kept awake, ready for action while others slept. U!Dempsey was up to get ready for watch as he cracked his knuckles as Miss Pauling was up as well with her legs against her chest, looking down.

“Your turn was up, German.” It was Primis Nikolai who looked over and said this to Richtofen to rest, with a nod as he got and then walked away so Ultimis Dempsey could take watch. He looked back and saw David Tapp doesn’t let anyone have a turn, just kept watching that lead having five of them, one being the Pyro, sat with them.

“He must’ve been determined.” he thought as he walked over to his sleeping quarters, gently sitting down on the floor and sat down with ease next to Bill. The old man looked at him and said “Did you figure out what the hell was going on?”

P!Richtofne looked at William with confusion at first, “Hmm?”

“The whole “Interdimensional Time travel” bullsh!t?”

“I do not know yet, William.”

“Not even the parts on how me and Tapp are still alive?”

“I do not know about zhat either, if I do know, I vould.” P!Richtofen replied with skepticism. Bill looked at him with his arms crossed, he had been through hell and back in a form of war through Vietnam and Green Flu zombies with his teammates whom he will now consider them as friends and he hoped they are still alright right now after… What he must do to ensure their safety.

“Doc,” Overbeck insisted, “I am not that stupid, if this… Whatever is happening, did those “App-o-con” creatures have something to do with this?”

“I believe so, William-”

“Just call me “Bill,” Ed.”

“Bill,” The Doctor corrected himself, “As much as I vould love tell you everything about vhat had been going on und vhy zhis is happening in zhe vhy is has been, I couldn’t find zhe words for that. Time travel und all zhat had happened, vhy zhe dead vas resurrected but as a normal person, not a zombie is beyond my level of reasons.”

Bill seemed to get that but then said “Maybe it was out of no reason whatsoever or just brought me and David back to live on purpose, a bullsh!t purpose.” before turning over to Richtofen before he lays down.

“Besides, I didn’t sign up to be in this hellhole but I’m here anyway.” before closing his eyes and then starts trying to close his eyes to sleep.

Primis Richtofen looked down at the floor as he wondered back at what had happened at the hardware store. “But it doesn't explains how those creepy-looking f*@#ers that brought us here, ones with jack-o-lantern faces.” U!Dempsey had poked a hole into these conspirities.

Frustration, irritation and condemned in this dimension, he groaned in fervid and furious at this sudden change to his plans to save the universe as something had not only brought him and his fri- Allies to do god-knows-what, but everyone else getting involved in this agenda as well. He fully believed that Dr. Monty would do something about this but…. A thought came to him, it should’ve been sooner but his mind had heaved it from it too late; Why wasn’t Dr. Monty doing anything right now? Putting a stop to this?

Edward was amazed yet uncertain by it. If Dr. Monty knew what was holding him and his team up and figured it out, he could do something to cut this situation short, get everyone home and resume what they were doing but why wasn’t he?

Maybe, just maybe, something must’ve figured out that Dr. Monty could try but must’ve shuttled him out from this strange modern dimension as a precautionary measure if he did find out what was going on. Or maybe it had found him, Dr. Maxis, Samantha and-

“Nein, Edward, do not overzhink it…” he swallowed those thoughts before they could get more avid. Shaking his head at this as he closed his eyes to let out a sigh.

“Hopefully soon, ve could be able to get back vith zhe rest of our groups und figure what is going on yet most critically: vho vas behind it all.” he whispered to himself as he laid down at last.

Using a handbag filled with clothes from the store as a makeshift pillow for his displeasure yet usual slumber, it took him a jiffy for him to find comfort on the floor until he eventually found it and fell off into a slumber….

[honeycashmere]

Kiss It Better

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Language, a little jealous seb

Summary: Sebastian Stan and Unnamed ofc have been broken up for a year. Things were not mutual. They run into each other and it gets steamy. Sometimes we have to push our pride away and just fuck.

Note:  I posted this on my AO3 acct (@ goodonesgo) on October 18, 2016

It was a Saturday night and I was on a date with a doctor named Danny. We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months and tonight he was on call. We decided to grab some dinner anyways. Danny wanted to try out a restaurant he’s never been to. So I had no clue where we were going and suddenly when we stepped outside our cab… I recognized it all.

“Are you sure you want to eat here?”

“I’ve never been here before. Why what’s up?”

“Nothing,” I said walking towards the entrance. I swallowed hard. Maybe he wouldn’t be here. Maybe he isn’t even in the city or in the country. I don’t know. We sat down in a cozy corner. We ordered our drinks and appetizers. Everything seemed to be going smoothly till I heard them.

“Hey guys! Look who it is!” I turn around to see a group of men and woman. Whom I knew a long time ago. We all said hello, kissed cheek to cheek, and had polite small talk. “It’s so good to see you hun. Anyways sorry about interrupting your… date?”

And just as fast as they came to greet me they left, going back to linger by the bar.

“How do you know all of them? I don’t think I’ve met any of them before.” Danny smiled impressed at the group of lively friends he thinks I have.

“They’re…. not really my friends. They’re my exes. Ugh. Sorry. Is that weird? I’m sorry!”

“No it’s okay,” he smiled. “They seem like fun.”

I smiled back at him feeling reassured and confident that Danny was a really nice guy. As we finish our dinner Danny gets his phone call. “Sorry,” he said. “They need me.”

He got up placing money on the table, giving me a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug before he left. The waiter came by and took care of the bill while I decided to finish off my glass of wine before I left. I suddenly felt different. My skin became warm with the sensation of having two beaming eyes on me. I’m hesitant on looking around but as I look up from my wine glass; there he was. He walked so smoothly towards me and he looked so damn good.

“Hey beautiful,” he said as he leaned down to kiss my cheek. His breath sent shivers down my spine and I had to maintain my composure. I smile politely, “Hello Sebastian.”

“All alone?” He questioned curiously.

“He had to go. How have you been?”

“Busy. Working.” He sat down in Danny’s chair.

“That’s good! That means you’re getting more jobs. That’s great.”

He smiled at my response and then it quickly faded. The last time I saw Sebastian we were yelling at each other in his trailer while he was shooting one of his movies. It was dramatic and escalated so quickly. It has been a year and some of the details of that night are becoming blurry. I do remember that Sebastian was letting his jealousy get out of hand and I was very annoyed that day. I was so upset that I broke it off with him and went home back to New York. Changed my number and moved to a different apartment once my lease was up. He tried to contact me for a couple of months but got the picture. I didn’t want anything to do with him.

“You look good,” I said trying to fill the silence. “I have to go but it was nice seeing you Sebas-”

“How long have you guys been dating?”

“A couple of months,” I said with a shrug.

“Care for a walk?” He smiled that oh so charming smile. Which used to make me weak. I pause giving it some serious thought. I did feel bad about how we ended things or how I ended things. I felt as though I owed him this. I would get a chance to see if he was okay. I hoped he was okay.

Hesitantly, I agree. “Sure.”

We headed out into the night. Walking the city streets side by side. Talking about our friends, new bars to go to and who’s gotten married within this past year. Thank god I wore comfortable shoes. We walked what felt like 50 blocks. We talked about everything from NASA to the election. We talked about everything except us. When we arrived at my apartment, I know I should of said goodbye and never try to run into him again. I know he should of gotten a cab from my place and left but something felt so unfinished. I kindly asked him if he wanted a cup of coffee. Sebastian’s eyes brightened with a surprised look. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah it’s just coffee.” I said smiling to reassure him.

We sat in my living room while we waited for the coffee to finish up. There was this slight awkward tension. I suddenly heard him chuckle to himself.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m seeing anyone?”

I was caught off guard. Everything was going so smooth, casual, fun when we were talking outside. The mood suddenly shifted while we sat there. “You don’t have to tell me anything,” I said. “You don’t owe me anything.”

Sebastian looked at me with his glossy eyes that seemed to darken. He moved closer to me. Something had changed within him. Something lit a fire. Did I do that? He got up looking around my apartment on purpose as if he were circling around a certain topic. “Does he live here with you? He doesn’t, right? Does he sleep in your bed every night?”

“Wow. Um that’s really personal but to answer your question; no.” I was starting to feel a little bit of regret asking him to come up for coffee. I recognized this side of him. “You’re being really strange.”

Sebastian broke face. He seemed to calm down as soon as he realized my reactions weren’t exactly positive. “I’m sorry.”

He sat down, across from me, staring at my hands. His eyes traveling to mine. His thoughts seemed so mysterious. I didn’t know what he was going to say or do. I mustered the courage to ask him what he wanted me to ask him, “So, are you seeing anyone?”

He grinned at my question. “Not anyone special.”

I smirked. What a wicked man. “That’s kind of harsh to say about them. I bet their nice girls Seb.” He leaning in so close to my ear, I could feel his hot breathe and a familiar tingling sensation run down my body. “They’re not you.”

I felt like getting up and fleeing. I was seeing Danny. He was a doctor and he was nice and we liked each other. I was about to get up but Sebastian quickly grabbed my hand. Motioning me to sit back down. So I sit, feeling this nerve in my stomach. He paid so much attention to my eyes, I felt like looking else where. I didn’t want him to read me. “So are you guys serious?”

“No. We’re not exactly exclusive like that just casual,” I said, pulling my hand away from him.

“Then why are you seeing him?” His tone of question was more serious and demanding without being too aggressive.

“He’s nice,” I said quickly. I really couldn’t think of anything else honestly. The next thing I noticed was Sebastian moving my hair away from neck. Feeling the tingle of hot breathe again and the touch of his lips on my skin. Oh god. He started to suck and run his kisses towards behind my ear. My weakest place. He knew exactly where. I placed my hand on his chest trying to shove him away but he instead grabbed it. He sucked at my neck and gave me a tiny bite which caused me to gasp. A love bite.

“Don’t you miss how this feels?” He says against my skin. I froze from his touch and then I pulled away.

He looked into me with kindness in his eyes as if he understood how I felt. I still felt the fire burning between our bodies. He brushed the back of his head with his finger tips fearing that I would be upset with him trying to make a pass at me… “Should we… talk first?” He suggested. I know he wanted to talk about how we broke up but the truth is, it doesn’t matter as long as I can feel what he’s feeling...

After all this time, I could still see a little bit of hurt in his eyes. The same hurt eyes I saw when we broke up. My pride said don’t turn back but somewhere inside, my heart said fuck my pride. I pressed my forehead lightly against his, breathing in his delicious cologne, and whispered, “I can’t quite you.“

Our mouths collided into a passionate kiss. I quickly pulled Sebastian’s shirt over his head. His hands reaching for me, grabbing me, pulling my clothes off piece by piece. My hands unbuckling his belt. Every article of clothing landing on my living room floor. He picked me up in his strong arms, carrying me to my bedroom, like he’s done so many times before. We laid in bed. Lips unseparated, legs tangled, his hand caressed my side and moved down my cheek.

I bit his bottom lip, knowing he’d like that. “Baby it’s yours.”

Sebastian gave me a devilish smirk and a light slap on my ass. He got on top of me and pressed his lips against mine before moving down to my neck. His hands ran wild over my body. They caressed my breast and then his mouth found its way there. He gave each nipple a suck a flick with his tongue. I found his hand had moved down, his fingers found my clit and began rubbing. I moaned under his touched. I can feel him harden against me.

I found myself saying, “I need you Sebastian.”

He slowly slide into me. Our bodies moved in rhythm, perfect symmetry and familiarity. God, I’ve missed him inside of me. His moves were slow, letting each stroke of pleasure linger between us. His lips landed on my neck, sucking away at the skin, grinning with each moan that escaped my mouth. The sound of our deep breathes filled the room. “Fuck me,” I moaned.

He stopped raising his eyebrow in excitement and then flipped me over. I arched my back, gently backing up right into him, giving him the perfect view. I lay my head on one side of my cheek so that I had the perfect view of him. He thrusted fully into me causing me to experience a mixture of pain and pleasure and lack of control over myself. “You’re so deep.”

He began thrusting hard and deeper into me. I could feel our bodies click with each hit. I could feel the intensity of his pulls and push. Then he pulled out without warning, leaning down giving my lips a lick. His tongue wondered lower to my clit. I moaned at the pleasure as he began to play. His hands caressed my ass while his tongue massaged me with long strokes. I felt his hand smack my ass, one time, two times, three times. I moaned at his lack of warning and the feeling of being a bit powerless. I grinned and chuckled thrilled by the pain.

“Own it,” I said looking straight into his eyes. He chuckled against my skin, getting back into position, ready for me again.

“Ooh slow baby,” I said as he began sliding into me again. “Slow? That’s strange because I remember a particular nasty girl who loved it fast and rough.” That wicked smirk appeared again. “You know I like to change it up baby.”

He began thrusting slowly into me, his hand reach beneath me. I could feel the pressure of his fingers on my clit. He rubbed them in circles. My hands began gripping the sheets. I could feel the pressure of my body wanting to cum.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Yessss, cum on that dick,” he said in demand.

I could feel it build and as my orgasm hits I scream. I could feel body clench around his cock wanting to push him out but he stayed still. He grinned with complete delight that I had given him what he wanted. Sebastian begins thrusting faster and harder into me. I gripped the sheets even harder, my mouth biting them to muffle my moans. He didn’t give me a chance to come down from my high. “Does he fuck you like this?” He slapped my ass waiting for a response.

“No,” I manage to say. His thrust were so hard I felt like my body was going to fall over. He pulls my body up, still thrusting into me. He grips my neck kissing my shoulder.

“Fuck!” He said letting out the sexiest moan and I feel him cum inside me.

Before fully letting me go he turned my head, giving me the most passionate kiss. I laid on my back staring at him as he collapse next to me wth a smirk. He grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss. He turned his eyes to me before turning his body to face me. I anticipated what he was going to say. I wondered what he was thinking. I felt like I knew what he was thinking.

“We’ve never had sex,” I said knowing he’d be surprised. “Really? Why?” “Because I don’t love him.”

Sebastian smiled the biggest smile, kissing my lips. “You’re still the one that I adore.”

“It’s always going to be yours.”

[ezzydean]

junk drawer bits (2)

Nitori and Yaku - 69 (minutes)

“You do realize, don’t you, that nearly everything he does, he does out of spite?”  Ai looks over at the table next to his.  “I mean.  He asked Lev out because you told him he didn’t have the guts to do it.”

He really shouldn’t be listening in.  It’s not very polite.  But with the volume the three people are talking it’s not like he really has to strain to hear them.

“Hey.  He wanted to ask Lev out to begin with.  They’d had mutual crushes since we were in high school.”

“Yeah.  Tetsu was just nudging him along.”  Ai drags his attention back to his book but he’s still listening to their conversation.  He’s starting to get names.  He can’t stop listening now.

“Thanks Koutarou.  You’re the best,” Tetsu says sweetly.

“No you’re the best,” Koutarou responds.

“You’re both disgusting.”  Ai can’t help the way his gaze darts over at the irritated tone.  But the other two just laugh at the speaker.

“Kenma,” Tetsu scolds, “stop being a jealous salt pile just because Shorty’s not here to smother you in affection.”

Kenma rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to his phone.  “Keep it up and I’ll tell Yaku you’ve been talking about him.  What was it again?  ‘Yakkun’s been so grumpy lately maybe he needs a new boytoy.’”  The laughter stops and Ai looks over curiously.  “That is what you said isn’t it Kouta?  And what was it you said Kuro?  ‘Maybe he needs to become someone’s boytoy?’  That’s what you said last night isn’t it?”

“You wouldn’t,” Tetsu hisses.

“I think we all know the answer to that,” Kenma replies, eyes still on his phone.

The three fall into silence.  Not a charged, uncomfortable one.  But one that kind of reminds Ai of Samezuka when Momo broke something and didn’t want to admit it to Ai.  He’s still stuck in his memories of the time Momo had tried to sneak a whole family of beetles into the room and had managed to ruin half of Ai’s textbooks in the process when a fourth person joins the table next to him.

“Hey Yaku,” Koutarou and Tetsu chirp simultaneously.

Oh.  So this is Yaku.  Ai gives the newcomer a once over that is immediately spotted, since he’s almost directly across from Yaku’s seat at the table, and he blushes a little.  Yaku’s eyes dart over Ai and then his attention is drawn as Kenma leans in close.

“Don’t you dare Kenma,” Tetsu yells.

Everything devolves into chaos after that and Ai pulls out his headphones and sinks into his own world.  By the time he looks up again a half hour later all four are gone.

—

“You.”

Ai startles at the voice so close to him.  He looks into a pair of light brown eye and wonders idly if he should be worried.

“Um.  Hello,” he says politely.  “Can I help you?”

He’s at work.  So it’s possible that this is a business interaction and Yaku is merely surprised at seeing someone he had seen earlier that day.  Then again given the almost wild shine in his eyes and the way he, once again, gives Ai a quick once over he highly doubts that.

“I saw you earlier.  You heard what they said at the coffee shop.”  They aren’t questions but Ai nods in answer anyway.  This was starting to feel a lot like conversations with Rin had gone once they had graduated and he had gotten over most of his hero worship of the older man.  “What did Kenma say to them that had them so fake cheerful and nice?”

“Um.”  He’s not sure what to say.  First of all his boss could come back any minute and while Ai doesn’t absolutely love his job he’s not sure he wants to lose it because of a guy he’s never even officially met hanging around chitchatting with him.  Second of all he’s not sure he should be sharing private conversations with other people.  Especially when neither of them were technically involved.

Yaku blinks and then glances around, like he’s just remembered where they were and why he was here, and Ai is surprised to see a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“Sorry.  I just.  I don’t like them talking shit about me and I know they were.  Even if it wasn’t bad shit.  It’s still shit.”

“Okay.”

Yaku places an order and pays for delivery next week and then, almost sheepishly, asks if he can wait for Ai to get a break or off work.

Normally Ai would say no and ask him politely to get the hell out of the store.  But Yaku is kind of adorable and his friends call him a cute thing like ‘Yakkun’ and he doesn’t really want to go home and listen to Sousuke wax poetic about whoever the hell he’s dating but won’t introduce to Ai.  So he tells Yaku he’ll be off in a couple hours and they can meet at the park down the street.

—

“I wasn’t sure you’d show up,” Yaku says as Ai settles onto the bench next to him.  “I mean I’m basically a stranger who burst into your shop and started demanding things.”

“To be fair that’s actually how most customer interactions go.”  Yaku gives him a confused look.  “A stranger shows up in the shop and demands things,” he explains with a grin.  “That’s basic customer service really.”

Yaku stares at him for a moment and then starts laughing.  “Oh shut up.  You know what I meant.”

Ai shrugs, grin on his face.  “So you still want to know what was said?”  He still feels a little odd about sharing it.  But all the times at school that he walked into a room and it fell kind of silent had echoed in his mind on his way over and he had figured that if he were in Yaku’s shoes he would want to know what his friends were saying.

“Yep.  I need to know what I need to do to get those jerks back for whatever they said.”

Ai tells him and watches the way his eyes narrow a little.

“Well, I mean, I do wind up doing a lot of things out of spite,” Yaku eventually says.  “That’s kind of the basis of my friendship with Kuroo.  We’re salty spiteful shits to each other.  I’m Yaku by the way.  Yaku Morisuke.”

“Nitori Aiichirou,” he replies automatically.

“Well, Nitori Aiichirou,” he turns to Ai with a grin and a wicked gleam in his eyes.  “You wanna be a pretty new boytoy for me to help fuck with my friends?”

—

“Do you know what you’re doing?”  Ai gives Sousuke an unimpressed look.  “I mean.  I’m just saying.  You’re getting all prettied up to go hang out with a guy you barely know just to… what?  Play some weird joke on his friends?”

“Oh Sou-chan,” Nagisa pipes up from where he’s trying to find a specific pair of jeans in the back of Ai’s closet from like three years ago.  “You wouldn’t understand the subtle nuances of our kind of sweet revenge.”

“Your kind?”

“Yep,” Nagisa replies.  He lets out a shout and tumbles into the room with the jeans held aloft.  “Got ‘em!”

“I still don’t get it,” Sousuke grumbles a half hour later as Ai rolls his shoulders and gives himself an approving once over in his full length mirror.

“You don’t have to get it,” Ai says.  “Just keep your phone on you so you can march in and play knight in shining armor if it gets too creepy.”

Sousuke laughs at that and then there’s a knock on the door and Ai hurries to answer it before Nagisa does.  Yaku is waiting on the other side with a smile that only grows when he sees Ai’s outfit.  Ai waves him in and goes to grab his shoes and his messenger bag.

“Will this work for your devious plans,” he asks as he tugs his shoes on and laces them up.  He stands and pulls his bag over his head.  It feels a little strange since he’s not used to having a bag on when he’s wearing his crop tops.  They’re usually for nights out with Nagisa at a club or backyard cookouts in the summer with Rin’s family.

Yaku eyes roam over his crop top, down his tight jeans to his sneakers, and then back up to where Ai has his hair artfully messed up and his bright blue eyes are ringed with the tiniest bit of eyeliner.

“Oh yeah,” Yaku breathes out.  “You will definitely work.”

—

The slightly too tight jeans and the light blush on his cheeks at wearing this outfit to a night of movies with Yaku’s friends is totally worth it when Kuroo and Bokuto’s jaws visibly drop when they walk in and Ai gives them a cheerful smile and friendly wave.

“Morisuke’s told me so much about you,” he practically coos when they’re all introduced.  “You guys are so awesome for letting me crash your night.”  His voice is pitched a little higher than normal and the other two just nod at his words.

“Now now,” Yaku says as he steps to Ai’s side.  His hand slides along Ai’s back and his hand rests possessively against Ai’s hip.  It should be odd since Yaku is just a touch shorter than Ai is but the way he tips willingly against Yaku and curls happily against his side makes the other two’s brows raise in surprise.  “I told you I could have brought anyone.  It’s not really crashing.”

Ai pouts playfully and dramatically.  Yaku tsks at him and tugs him into the kitchen.  Ai glances over his shoulder to see Bokuto and Kuroo’s heads together as they whisper fiercely.

“Okay,” Yaku says.  “Those two are already hooked.  And panicking.”  He grins at Ai.  “Kenma won’t be so easy.  In fact I doubt we’ll get past him.  But he probably won’t call us out either.”

Kenma sounds a lot like Nagisa and when Yaku hands him a drink Ai can’t help but grin.  “Sounds like fun.”

—

It’s been five months of crashing movie nights and coincidentally appearing at bars and being dragged to dinner dates and sports events.  Five months of eyeliner and wide blue eyes and breathy laughs.  Five months of tight pants and crop tops and tank tops and, on a few nights, Nanase’s borrowed leather jacket.  Five months of screwing around with Yaku’s friends and being Yaku’s supposed boytoy.  And he’s still having the time of his life.

He’s in the middle of texting Yaku about tonight’s plans, some party at one of Yaku’s friend’s places, when the door of the shop opens and he pockets his phone.

“Hello,” he calls out cheerfully.  “How can I help you?”  Whatever else he might have said dies in his throat at the sight of Kenma standing in front of him, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“I knew it,” Kenma murmurs.  “This whole time.  You’ve been fucking with them, with us.”  Kenma laughs softly.  “I didn’t know Yaku had it in him to go on this long.”  He stares at Ai for what honestly feels like hours and then laughs louder.  “Oh.  Oh that makes sense.”

Ai finally finds his voice.  “What does?”

“It was a joke to fuck with us.  But now he genuinely likes you.”  When Ai doesn’t respond, can’t respond, Kenma smiles at him again and says, “I wonder when he’ll confess and ask you out for real.  See you tonight.”

And then he’s gone and Ai suddenly has a lot more to think about than he did five minutes ago.

—

“He said what?”  Yaku groans and buries his face in his hands.  “I mean he’s not wrong.  But the jerk didn’t have to go and tell you.”

Ai blinks rapidly as Yaku’s words sink in.  “He’s not wrong?”

“Not really.  I really do like you and would love to date you for real.”  Kenma’s soft laughter filters out through the window above them and Yaku scowls.  “Jerk didn’t have to go telling you that though.”

“I mean.  You don’t have to tell them.”  Yaku’s eyes snap to him and Ai smiles.  “Do you Morisuke?”  He lets his voice lilt and turn airy as he leans in close.  “They don’t have to know I’m anything but your boytoy if you don’t want them to,” he whispers playfully.

Yaku tangles their fingers together and hums thoughtfully.  “How long do you think we can drag it out before one of them realizes?”

“Oh I don’t know.  But it might be fun to find out.”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #261

“i hate you for every time you ever bled for me.”

If you have a job, how long is your shift? I'm unemployed. Do you ever wear your hair in a pony tail? It's too short for that. What language did you take up in high school? Latin for one semester, then I took four of German. Do you like sunflowers? It's illegal to live in the South and not lmao. Have you ever held hands with someone in a car? Yeah. Would you rather be called honey or baby? Hunny. What is your favorite card game? Even though I never learned it super well, I used to enjoy Magic: The Gathering and have actually been like dying to play it for months lmao. How many emails were you sent today? None. What was your favorite Christmas gift you got last year? Well I mostly got money life chose I didn't get to use, lol. I honestly don't really remember anything else prominently... sounds bad, but yeah, so is my memory lmao. What have you thought up yet for this year’s list? Well it's only April, but a treadmill or something like that is at the top right now. Do you have any embarrassing usernames? Ha ha, none that I still use. Do you have a backpack in a shape of an animal? No, but I almost got a meerkat one. But it was too small. :'( Have you ever waxed your legs? OW no. My hair is too long and thick. Have you ever taught a little kid to flick people off? lol wow no. Have you ever itched yourself until your skin was raw? I do that remarkably easy, especially on my legs. I literally have long scars from it. Do you always clear your history after using the computer? No. Have you ever had your food stolen by a bird? Ha ha nah. Are you responsible for stuffing someone's stocking? No. Do you make your own smoothies or juices? No. Do you like oatmeal raisin cookies? I absolutely hate raisins. What age do you think is too old to still live with your parents? It greatly depends on a lot of things: the person's health, financial position, etc. Have you ever watched Bob's Burgers? A couple times. It was pretty funny if I remember correctly. Denim, leather or varsity jacket? UUUUGGGGGHHHHH leather. I've wanted one since middle school. ;_; Has a teacher ever caught and read a note you were passing in class? No. I honestly didn't pass notes, but I find it mean as FUCK when teachers do this. Privacy is a goddamn thing that should be respected. I do not support passing notes in class, like you're there to learn, but having it shared in front of all your peers is not the fucking answer. I get heated about this shit. What's your favorite perfume that you own? I only own one that's called "Blush" from rue 21. It smells really nice, though. Do you clean things that are already clean when you're bored? No. I'd rather clean something that isn't already. Do you have an older brother? Yes. What do you do when someone overweight complains about being overweight? Lol I'd probably say "mood," but it depends on our relationship of course. Like there're times to be humorous and light-hearted about it and other times when you don't make it about you. If they're clearly more sad and especially if I don't know them well, I'd say something like "I understand," because I can almost guarantee I do about this. Have either of your parents ever been to jail? No. Have you ever been to jail? No, I'm a good noodle. :) Are your collarbones prominent? No. ;_; You can see them, yeah, but they're not like very obvious. It's one of my biggest motivators to lose weight though because I am dyinnnnggg for dermals there, but I think it would look weird without that contrast. Have you ever in your life worn overalls? When I was a kiddo. Ugly things. Do you own anything tribal print? No. Do you watch any beauty gurus on YouTube? I'm not even very interested in beauty, yet I love Jeffree Star??? Nikkie is cool too. I've found I watch more for personalities than content, in all genres of vids. Do you like Skittles? More like LOVE. Do you have a PillowPet? No. If you do, what kind of PillowPet do you have? N/A Do you have sleep paralysis? Thank the fuck to god no. That shit sounds absolutely terrifying. Is there anyone at home right now you wish wasn't? No. Do you like Placebo? Tbh I can't think of one song by them rn. I know I've heard them, Mom's even got a CD I'm sure I've tried out long ago when I got into her music, but obviously nothing stood out well enough, at least back then. Has anyone ever carried you to bed? As a kid, yeah, usually my dad. Could you happily date someone prettier than you? Yes???? Do you know anyone with cancer? Both my mom and grandmother right now. Are you easily offended? No. Do your parents buy you most anything you want? HI we've always been poor so no. Not just that, but they knew better than to spoil us. Have you ever tried to jump a fence? I have. Do you watch My Strange Addiction? No. How attracted are you to the last person that kissed you? A bit above moderately ig. Have you ever known a white supremacist? HUNNY I live in the South. In regards to who do you think "what if?" Jason as a fucking whole is my absolute "what if." Do you like the smell of a barbecue? Yes, even though I enjoy like almost no food at most of them. Doesn't stop it from smelling good. Has anyone ever called you apathetic or unemotional? I can't even imagine someone calling me that, no. I'm the polar opposite. How much money do you spend in a month on clothes or accessories? None in the average month. What was the last clothing item you wore that doesn't belong to you? A pair of Mom's pants. I didn't have any clean pairs. Do you own anything with your state or providence's name on it? No. Got no interest in sporting anything relating to a boring-ass, bigoted, racist state. How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking? WOW A LOT!!!!!!!!!!! Do you like the Paranormal Activity movies? Yeah, I do. I mean yeah, they're fake, but what horror movie isn't even though it claims it is, honestly. How do you like your oatmeal? Apples & cinnamon with a bit of sugar. Does it make you feel better when an ex starts dating someone unattractive? No. Appearance doesn't mean shit when it comes to what the heart wants. What's your favorite way to eat peanut butter? In a sandwich w/ grape jam. Do you fall in infatuation easily? Infatuation, I'm not sure. Who has initiated most of your first kisses? Considering almost all previous relationships, usually me as they all knew I needed to go slow. I'd only do it if I was aware they'd wanted to kiss already, though. Do you like bows? Omg yes, cute shit. Has a boyfriend ever made you breakfast? Yes. Jason first went to college to be a chef. Are you more likely to show affection through your words or your actions? Probably words when you consider I'm slow with physically doing that, but I'm honestly really affectionate either way when I'm comfortable with you. Do you like Cheez-Its? VERY MUCH SO omg keep them away from me. Do you ever use coloring books? Not anymore. How do you feel about instrumental music? I have to be in the mood for it. Have you ever been on a trapeze? No. What's the coolest natural event you've ever witnessed? I still don't know to this day what it was, but I THINK it was a star exploding. Scared me, man. Seeing the big lunar eclipse last year was also wicked cool. Do you know how to use chopsticks? HA, I never could. Not with my tremors. Do you buy chocolate after Valentine's Day when it goes on sale? No, I don't need chocolate. Do you think bunnies are cute? I would fight God to give a lop-eared bunny one (1) pet. Do you personally know anyone who is an author? I've had a friend get something published in a magazine before, and during one stay at the psych hospital, I met a published poet. His stuff was really good. Last time (if ever) you were on an airplane, where were you going? Otw home from Illinois. Do you know anyone who is left-handed? Yeah? I'd assume everyone would at least know one... If people could read your mind, what would they usually find? The thought "I'm bored" every five minutes. What's a song that makes you feel happy? "Jump" by Van Halen came to mind first. How did you meet your best friend? YouTube. Do you need money to be happy? To a degree, yes. Money can buy happiness - but again, to a degree. Saying it doesn't is bullshit. What's a good idea you've had recently? Probably just OC ideas, lmao. I've thought of some decently cool stuff recently. what is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Cinnamon rolls uggggghhhhhh How many slices of pizza do you usually eat? Two or three if I'm seriously hungry. If you could switch places with someone for a day, who would it be? Is "Mark's girlfriend" even remotely surprising lmao but no seriously she's an amazing and productive person like I WISH. What's the last song you listened to? "Roots" by In This Moment is on rn. Do you like the movie Zootopia? Ye! Do you ever go on Pinterest? Yeah. What's the last kind of chocolate you ate? A Reese's. Tell me a line from the song you're listening to: "I'm stronger than I ever knew - I'm strong because of you." Have you ever participated in a march/protest? No. Have you ever performed in front of a large audience? Yeah, for dance classes and school stuff. What did you eat the last time you went to the movies? Popcorn. I may have gotten sour gummies, too? Idr. Who was the last person to see you cry? Mom. Do you listen to music every day? There are rare days where I don't. I'll be watching too many actual videos. Do you have a hard time making decisions? A STUPID hard time. I'm extremely dependent, including when faced with decisions. I second-guess myself with everything. Do you start the shower water before or after you get in? Before. How many times have you been to a museum? A good number of times. We live pretty close to an art + science one. Are you going to be getting any new pets soon? Most likely not. Would you rather be a Panda or Grizzly bear? A panda so it wouldn't be legal to shoot me lmao. Do the stairs in your house have carpet? We only have one floor. Can you do a twirl like a ballerina? Oh wow, no. Even when I was a dancer, I SUCKED at that. When you were younger, were you ever in a relationship with someone you now realize was way too old for you? No. Is your family dysfunctional? To a degree. How old were you the first time you travelled alone? 22? What's the longest hotel stay you've ever had? I don't know. Not long. We only ever really stayed at one when we had to go to Myrtle Beach for annual dance competitions, and those were only like, a weekend. What architectural style was your childhood home? Uhhh idk. Very normal. Tell me a bit about your last relationship. What was it like dating them? It was great, but also stressful because of distance. What's the largest animal you've seen in the wild? Maybe like a large buck or something. Do any of your friends or family members have strange occupations? Not that I'm aware of. Have you ever been in weather so severe that you feared for your safety? Oh yeah. What political issues are the most important to you personally? Gay rights and the pro-choice stance. Does your neighborhood have a community garden? I've never even heard of such a thing. What small thing makes you automatically distrust someone? Acting secretive or cryptic about who they are as a person. Of all the states/provinces in your country, which one is your favorite? Visually that I've seen a good number of pictures of, Utah. Are there any obscure foods you've eaten that most people have never tried? I very much doubt that. What's the kindest thing a total stranger has done for you? I'm unsure. Have you ever used a meal kit delivery service? Yeah, I did one of those diet things before... but the name is evading me, even though it's super common. Nutrisystem, maybe? Do you have any pets? If so, how old are they? Venus is around five, and Roman is two. Do you have any psychological issues rooted in events from your childhood? My psychiatrist and former therapist predict my discomfort around men, particularly when they're behind me, and extreme fear of rape is rooted in two kids from pre-k that used to chase, randomly hug the hell out of, and try to kiss me. I'd actually entirely forgotten about it until we really started to dig deep, so I guess it's a repressed memory. Do you remember your locker combinations from high school? WOW no, son. What's your favorite DIY crafts youtube channel? I don't watch DIY stuff. What was your high school's mascot? Firebird. Who were your best friends in high school? Hannia, Megan, Maria, Girt, and Dennis were The Crew. Who was your first boyfriend or girlfriend? Aaron was my brief puppy-dog love, but Jason was my first real boyfriend. Would you rather sleep on the top bunk or bottom bunk? Bottom. If I slept on the top, but bottom is getting crushed lmao. As a little kid though when Nicole and I shared a room, I had to have the top bunk until I got a bit older. What insects are you afraid of? BEETLES, CICADAS, AND LARVA GET THE FUCK OUT. Honestly most insects scare me to a degree. Have you ever had a secret admirer that left you notes? I think the aforementioned Aaron did in middle school at least once before we dated. What was your favorite thing to do at sleepovers when you were younger? Swimming in the pool, if they had one. What's one way in which you're still a child? I'm dependent as shit on my mom. What's one way in which you're old? I now say "back in the day" sometimes lmfao. Do you feel old or young? Or do you feel both at different times? Both at different times. Did you ever skip a grade or get held back a grade? No. When you look at your baby pictures, do you recognize yourself? Only once at a certain age. What is your favorite thing to do in the pool? Just kinda swim around and think, or watch nature. Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? I know I have, but they're evading me, gaaaah. What color(s) eyeshadow do you wear the most? I only ever wear black. What’s your favourite brand of peanut butter? Uhhh never really paid much attention to brands. Do you put all your stuff for class in one binder or several? When I was in school, I had one binder with dividers, but I also had specific folders too. What’s your favourite Lunchables meal? The nachos. How many languages can you recite the alphabet in? Two. What’s your favourite flavour of sunflower seeds? I hate those. What’s your favourite flavor of muffin? Chocolate oof. Have you ever had carpal tunnel? I do. I haven't had problems in a couple months, though. Are you one of those people who is really smart but has no common sense? OW FUCK OFF. How old were you when you met your first love? I was just shy of 16. Did you get ice cream from the ice cream truck when you were little? Do they still have an ice cream truck where you live? We occasionally did as a kid, but they definitely don't have that where we live now. Has the last person you kissed met your family? She met my mom, dad, and younger sister. What was the last strong emotion you experienced? Who was responsible for it? Remorse. Myself. Have you ever had to cancel a bank account? Yes. Was the last conversation you had an argument? No. If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? I am not in the financial or mental position to get married right now. Where was the last place you got completely wasted? I've never been "wasted." If you could have anyone as your roommate, who would you choose? Sara. Have you ever changed the prices of items at a store? Wow no. Well, MAYBE when I actually worked in stores and I was supposed to, but I don't remember doing that. Do you go for walks often? I never do because of having no area to (my house is along a dangerous curve), and I need to be very careful because of muscle atrophy in my legs. I need to have easy access to a place to sit and recover or else I get very close to collapsing. As mentioned, I desperately want a treadmill. Would your parents disown you if you got pregnant? No, I'm 24 years old. My mom would never in her life do that at any age anyway. How strange do people say you are? Idk?? That's not something I really try to find out because my AvPD would possibly make me cry asldkfjwe. Have you opened food at a grocery store & ate it without or before paying? I would never do that without, but I have before in cases of being very dizzy and knowing I desperately needed food. How artistic are you? I think I'm pretty artistic, but more in concept than actuality... Like I have so so so SOOOOOO many ideas, particularly with drawing, I just don't. Do it. Can you legally drive? Not currently, because my permit has been expired since last year. Did anything dramatic go down yesterday? No. Do you find smoking unattractive? Very. Have you ever been in a situation where you had to be around your ex everyday? No, thankfully. Have you seen someone recently you used to talk to, but don’t anymore? No. Are you comfortable sharing drinks with your friends? No; I don't even share drinks with family. Honestly, have you ever written something on a bathroom stall? No, I hate that shit. When you were a kid did you ever look up “sex” in the dictionary? Actually no. I literally didn't learn anything about it 'til family life in the 5th grade. Is there anything written on the shirt you’re wearing right now? No. Are you shorter or taller than most of your friends? I'm a normal height, really. Honestly, do you double dip? If I'm sharing, no. All you have to do is break the chip. What was the last junk food you ate? I had a little bit of popcorn yesterday.

[lola--james]

Moving In (Future AU) | | Lollie

characters: lola fields & ollie james date: indeterminate date location: Lola’s apartment nb: Lola and Ollie’s relationship moves in a more serious direction.

@shitollie

Ollie and Lola had just gotten back in from a relaxing night hanging out; going out for dinner and a movie as a means to just simply get out of the apartment. He had planned on spending the night with his girlfriend, part of it being that he wanted to spend more time with her, and part of it being that he was simply just too lazy and comfortable to get back up and drive. Laying in her bed, he scrolled through his phone, checking his social media and watching many Tik Tok's. Hearing her footsteps approach, his eyes peering away from his phone to look up at the brunette. "There you are. I thought you disappeared for a second." he lightly joked, grabbing her hand and pulling her onto the bed towards him.

Lola felt like her relationship with Ollie was going from strength to strength. They had weathered the storm of anonymous messages and people trying to meddle in their relationship, coming out of the drama stronger than ever before; and although it had been stressful, it had only made her more certain that Ollie was the person that she wanted to be with. She had been thinking for a while now that she wanted to take the next step in their relationship and when she walked into their bedroom to find Ollie lying in her bed, idly scrolling social media, her mind was made up. It looked like he belonged there and she found herself smiling warmly as he pulled her onto the bed to join him. "Don't worry, you didn't get rid of me that easily. I just went to get you something from the kitchen, it's just a little gift I organized about a week ago", she explained. She was slightly nervous as she passed him a shiny silver key, a copy of the one required to let him in and out of her apartment.

Ollie finally felt as though the two were in a good place in their relationship. Not only that, but Ollie was happy and content with his life. He had been able to better manage everything, and he knew better than to listen to all of those anonymous messages he had been receiving, and are still receiving. He knew that the trolls would never really go away, but he was just glad that him and Lola were able to make it through in one piece, considering how fairly new their relationship had been back then. He pulled her into his arms, looking down as she handed him what seemed to be a key to her apartment. He took the small object into his hand, fiddling with it as he continued to look at it, trying to process what was exactly happening. "Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked, nearly oblivious to what was going on.

Lola felt her anxiety spike as Ollie fiddled with the key in his hand, questioning what it meant. She felt like they were ready for this next step in their relationship but she also knew that Ollie could sometimes be a little wary of that kind of commitment as it wasn't necessarily something that came easy to him. "It can mean whatever you want it to mean, love", Lola was quick to explain. "We've been together for a while now and I thought it was time that you had a key to my apartment. You can use it if you want or you can pretend that I never gave it to you if it's too much", she rambled. In an ideal world, she would love for Ollie to move in with her but she didn't want to risk messing with their relationship by suggesting something he wasn't ready for. It just made sense to her -- he spent most of his time at her apartment anyway and they always seemed at their happiest when they were together.

Ollie looked down at her, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion by her statement. "I don't think you want me to pretend like you never gave this to me, because if that was the case you wouldn't have done it at all." he pointed out simply, his voice soft as the two spoke. He had somewhat of an idea as to what she was trying to imply by the small gift, but at the same time he wanted to make sure before he got too ahead of himself. "What do /you/ want this to mean?" he asked, the tone of his voice remaining the same. He wanted this to be a conversation they had, and he wanted this to be a decision that they both felt comfortable with - whatever that decision may be.

Lola fiddled nervously with one of the rings she was wearing today. Ollie's questions were simple but the neutral expression on his face made it hard to gauge what he was thinking -- if she backtracked and pretended that it wasn't a serious gift, he could be offended; but if she expressed her preferred intention, she could terrify him. She weighed up her options for a few moments before deciding that she would just be honest. "You're right. I'm just nervous and it was easier to deflect than acknowledge that I just gave you a key to my apartment", she admitted. "Honestly, I would love it if you moved in. You spend most of your time here anyway and I like having you here when I fall asleep; and when I wake up in the morning. I know that you might think that it's too soon, though; so I would also be happy if the key was just a key and you felt comfortable coming and going whenever you please".

Ollie burst out into laughter at her facial expression, clearing showing that she hadn’t been expecting for him to say no. “Wow, I’ve really gotten you used to me caving all the time.” He observed out loud through his laughter. “It’s just photos of eight year old me with glasses. You’re not missing much.” He teased lightly. “I’d have you handcuffed so you wouldn’t be able to touch anything, just enjoy all of it. I wonder how many times I can make you cum just doing this alone.” He added, his voice low as his lips continued to make their way down the base of her neck. “I’ve discovered new willpower to resist you. I can last much longer than 15 minutes now.” He stated proudly, chuckling at their small banter. “So I shouldn’t stop with the mind blowing, claiming, sex?” He asked, just making sure they were on the same page. “I can tell you first hand that you are not terrible, but we don’t have to ever do it if you don’t want to.” He assured, knowing that it wouldn’t be as enjoyable for him if it wasn’t the same for her. He continued to follow her throughout the apartment, a wicked smirk on his face the entire time. “What do /you/ want to do right now?”

Lola playfully narrowed her eyes at him when he laughed at her. “I’m used to the puppy dog eyes and bribery working with /everyone/, not just you! I can’t believe that didn’t work”, Lola admitted. “If it’s just eight year old you with glasses, why can’t I see the photos? It’s not some state secret”, she quipped. “You’re going to be the death of me, Ollie James. How am I this turned on already over just a few words? You have no idea how much I want this”, she admitted. “I think I’m offended! I liked knowing that it was so irresistible that you couldn’t wait”, she jokingly complained. “Definitely not. I... I think I’ve cum harder than ever before because of it”. Her cheeks were slightly flushed at the admission, knowing that Ollie would probably take great pride at that admission and tease her about it. “No, I want to try. I don’t want to let a little bit of anxiety get in the way of something that could be really fucking hot”, she told him. “I want you to fuck me”, she said simply. “I want the kind of rough, possessive sex that we’ve just been talking about”.

Ollie continued to laugh at how shocked she seemed to be. "I know you better than you think. But the puppy dog eyes are almost as adorable as your dimples." he smiled, poking one of her dimples in attempts to get her to smile. "You don't understand. This is eight year old geeky Ollie who was obsessed with planes and trains, and couldn't catch a football to save his life. That Ollie should not be seen, no matter how cute he was. Maybe on our anniversary, if I'm feeling generous." he lightly teased. Ollie brought his hand down in between their bodies, using a finger to gently stroke her most sensitive area over her underwear. He groaned quietly as he felt just how turned on she'd been before pulling his hand away. "This is definitely going to happen." he said in a promise, knowing very well that the thought was going to continue to be on his mind until her fantasy became into reality. "You are irresistible, but it's kind of fun teasing you sexually. Getting you all worked up until you're practically begging for more. "Like that time at the beach house?" he asked with a prideful smile, reminiscing on the past memory from just months prior. "I wouldn't be comfortable doing it unless if you're one hundred percent comfortable. This works both ways." he mentioned, wanting her to know that it really was okay if she didn't want to do it. His head tilted slight, brows furrowing in both surprise and shock at how forward she had been in the moment. He appreciated her straightforwardness, finding it quite attractive. "Do you?" he asked, slowly walking towards his girlfriend, gently pushing her against the nearest wall. "You mean the kind where I bend you over and fuck you until your legs nearly give out? Where I pull your hair and mark you so that you have a reminder for days after; where you're screaming my name as if I'm the only person that exist?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper, his lips barely touching hers.

Lola sighed dramatically when he just laughed at her and still refused to cave. "But not adorable enough to win you over", Lola complained, although her words were undermined by the grin that stretched across her face when he poked one of her dimples. "Okay I really hate that it's come to this but if nudes aren't going to work as a bartering tool, I think I might have another photo that you might be interested in. It's literally the only family photo that I have and I must be about five... I'm talking bangs and my mom had let me play with her stage makeup, which was a terrible parenting decision. You'd be the only person alive that's seen the photo. That's got to be worth a photo trade", she tried a different approach. She was glad that she had worn a dress today as it allowed Ollie to reach between their bodies to touch her over her underwear, a quiet moan falling from her lips in response to the touch. "Just don't tell me when, okay? The surprise is part of the appeal", she told him. "I feel like that's one of your biggest turn-ons, when I'm practically dripping wet and begging for more", she commented, knowing that what she said was true. "Like the beach house", she confirmed. "I know this is probably going to swell your ego and I'll probably regret admitting it but the pleasure that you give me... god, it's on a whole other level compared to my other experiences", she admitted. "I definitely want to try it. I especially like the idea of you watching it back and touching yourself". She moaned quietly when he gently pushed her against the nearest wall, knowing full well that Ollie was going to eventually give her exactly what she wanted. "That's exactly what I want", she confirmed, her breathing already slightly ragged. "I... I don't want you to let me cum until you decide that I'm ready to, when I'm begging you to let me finish". Allowing Ollie to be in charge of when she came just added to the fantasy of the kind of rough, possessive sex that they were talking about right now.

Ollie placed a gentle kiss on the others lips. “You already won me over.” He mentioned, his voice somewhat serious now. He remained silent for a few moneys as if he was seriously contemplating her offer, although he already knew that he was going to cave. “I don’t think that’s an offer I can refuse. Deal.” He smiled brightly up at her, giving her his right hand to seal the deal. Placing kisses onto her neck, Ollie simply hummed in response to her observation. “It is. You have no idea what it does to me to see you lose control like that. I love how well your body responds to me, how I’m able to get you to that point.” He stated simply, his voice low as he placed his hands on her hips, pushing her down slightly so she could feel some of him. “Wait, is this you admitting that I’m the best you’ve ever had? Hold on, I think I need this to be voice recorded.” Joking around with her, Ollie reaches over to grab his phone, letting out another laugh before putting it back down. “Well, I already touch myself thinking about you often. But this would be a nice bonus.” He admitted. His thumb grazed over her bottom lip, barely making contact with it as he noticed her breathing begin to increase in speed. Using one hand, he tilted her head up slightly so that he could get a full view of her; using his other hand to place hers on his growing member. “God, you’re so sexy. Look at what you’re doing to me.” His voice was low and his breathing was ragged at just the mere contact of her hand; even though it had been over the thick material of his jeans, it still made all the difference. “Are you sure you want to give me that much control?” He asked half jokingly, even though that had been also a thought of his before.

Lola beamed at Ollie when he said that she had already won him over, her dimples making a major appearance as she grinned at him. "If it makes you feel better, you won me over months ago. I'm a sucker for you, baby", Lola told him. "No judging the bangs, okay? I really can't pull them off", she laughed as she shook his hand. As Ollie placed kisses on her neck, he hit a particular sensitive spot and Lola's body shivered slightly in response to the pleasure sensation. "When you touch me, my body instinctively reacts to you. It's like it remembers how damn good you make me feel and my arousal just spikes", she told him. It was a good thing that Ollie found it attractive because she had no idea how to turn it off. "Don't make me regret admitting it", she groaned. "I'm hoping that I'm at least in your top three... hell, I'd settle for top five". With the exception of Allison and Katherine, Lola didn't know much about his sexual history so it was highly possible that she didn't stack up to some of the other women that he'd been with. "What do you think about when you touch yourself?" she asked curiously, wondering which memories or fantasies featuring her were most common when he was alone. Her eyes dropped to his hand as his thumb grazed her bottom lip; he had barely touched her and she was already so ready for him. She let out a soft gasp as he placed her hand over his jeans, able to feel him growing hard even underneath the material of his jeans. She knew that Ollie was in charge here so she slowly moved her hand to the button of his jeans, wordlessly looking at him for permission to undo them and get rid of another one of the layers that were between them. "I can't wait to feel you", she murmured. "I'm certain", she confirmed. "I want you to use me for your own pleasure, to do whatever you want to me. When you finally let me cum, it's going to feel so fucking amazing that neither of us are ever going to forget tonight".

Ollie 's adoration for Lola showed in his face; his grin wide and his eyes bright. He simply just kissed her passionately in response, hoping that his kiss said everything he needed to say. "I think you'd look cute in bangs." he replied, his smile remaining. He could feel her body slightly shiver as he sick what he assumed to be one of her sensitive spots, causing him to gently suck the area, his tongue occasionally running over her smooth skin. "I'm just glad that I'm able to make you feel so good." he stated simply. Ollie found it a good sign that the two had such an effect on each other's bodies; it made things fun between them and oddly enough, it made their bond just that much stronger. "You are. You have nothing to worry about." he didn't want her comparing herself to other girls, or having any doubts that she was anything less than the girls in his past - which was the main reason he didn't really go into that much detail about it. Those girls didn't matter to him anymore, and the past was simply just that - the past. "I think about you going down on me, and riding me until you're practically screaming my name. Or how tight and ready you always are, or how it feels when your body quivers underneath mine. How it feels when I'm filling you up completely...I can go on for hours." he spoke in between kisses, a soft chuckle slipping his lips. His eyes shot down to her hands, watching as her fingers made their way to the button of his jeans; he simply gave her a small nod, giving her permission to proceed. "Once I let you cum, I'm going to make you cum over and over again. If I'm going to take you in the kitchen, I'm going to cover every inch; the counter, the walls, the table..." he trailed off, his hands slowly making their way up her thighs.

Lola knew what Ollie was wordlessly conveying by the kiss so when he pulled away, a warm smile stretched across her face; letting Ollie know that she had understood what he was telling her. "I know that you're being sweet but trust me, I cannot pull it off. If I ever start talking about cutting bangs back in, you need to tell me to stop. Under no circumstances are you to let me do it", she warned him, completely serious. She always thought it was a good idea beforehand but regretted it within a few days. Ollie clearly interpreted her shiver as a sign that he had kissed a particularly sensitive spot on her neck and as he gently sucked the same spot, a small whimper fell from her lips; the sound making it clear that she wanted more. "The fact that we both make each other feel so good makes this all so much better". She believed him when he said that she was near the top; she found it hard to believe that their sexual chemistry and compatibility was easily replicated. As Ollie listed what he thought about, she let out a quiet moan; her mind quickly filling with images of what he was saying, including a few memories where they had engaged in such acts together. "It's so hot thinking about you touching yourself while talking about me. I want to see it one day", she told him. As he nodded at her, she quickly undid the button on his jeans and the zipper. With the extra wiggle room, she was able to slip her hand into his jeans, her hand touching him over the material of his boxers. "I... I should have asked you to move in sooner", she told him as his hands ran up her thighs; her body already responding to his touch. She had completely submitted to Ollie in this instance and the fact that she was under his control was a huge turn on.

"I can't make any promises. Between that and your dimples, I think you'd look hot." Ollie teased lightly, kissing her cheek lightly. Although his teasing had been light, he was also kind of serious. But then again, he was a guy so what did he know about hair? As his lips remained on her neck, he turned their bodies over so that she was laying down and he was on top of her. "Later." he said simply, kissing her lips before abruptly pulling away. "Maybe this is the real reason we're together." he joked lightly, a smirk appearing on his face. "Do you think you will be able to keep your hands to yourself?" he asked, half jokingly. Ollie continued to watch as she continued to unbutton his jeans, slipping her hand into his jeans. His breathing ragged and increasing, a soft groan left him from the more direct contact. "I want you so badly right now." he whispered, his fingertips playing with the band of her underwear, suddenly wishing that he could just rip the material off.

Lola lightly rolled her eyes at Ollie. “You’re a terrible boyfriend, James. I’ve literally given you one task and you’re making it pretty clear that you can’t even do that!” Lola playfully exclaimed. She let out a surprised gasp when he quickly reversed their positions; loving the way it felt when his body was against hers, lightly pressing her down. When he said later, she found herself hoping that he meant later tonight because now that she had thought about it, it was hard to push those thoughts from her mind. “It’s definitely not the deep emotional connection, I’m only into you for your body”, she quipped in response. “If it’s tonight and you tell me too then yes”, she said simply. If it was any other night, she wasn’t so sure about her level of self-restraint. The sounds that Ollie was making were a huge turn on and with a little difficulty, she managed to get her hand inside his boxers so that there was no fabric between them. “I’m yours”, she reminded him softly as his fingertips played with the band of her underwear. She had made it clear that he could do whatever he wanted to her tonight; and her wet centre made it clear just how turned on she was by that thought.

Ollie chuckled softly in response. “I’m a terrible boyfriend? I just probably gave you the best compliment!” He immediately retorted back, his engaging and entertained smile present. “I mean, I guess I’m just glad you’re into me in general.” He laughed, saying that only half jokingly. Ollie never really lacked in the confidence department, but when it came to Lola there was a voice in the back of his head saying that he wasn’t good enough. He knew that she loved him, and he loved her just as much, maybe even more...but there was no way he was even close to being good enough for her. “Just tonight?” He questioned with a small smirk. Another soft groan slipped his lips at the skin on skin contact between her hand and his cock. He could feel himself become harder as her minor movements continued, and he was sure that he would just take her right then and there if she continued. Taking her hand out of his boxers, his own hands made their way to the back of her thighs. He lifted her up swiftly and wrapped her legs around his torso, carrying her over to the kitchen area. He placed her back on her feet before his hands were placed onto her shoulders. He gently pushed her, lowering her to her knees. “I want to feel your lips wrapped around me.” He whispered, half requesting and half asking.

Lola playfully nudged him in the side. "It's an awful compliment because bangs really don't suit me", Lola insisted, although it was sweet that Ollie was always attracted to her, no matter what changes she made to her appearance. "I'm more and more into you with every day that passes", she told him, her answer a little more serious as she never wanted him to doubt just how deeply she loved him. She knew that Ollie sometimes worried that he wasn't enough and although she found that thought completely implausible, she did whatever she could to show him otherwise. "Just tonight. Any other night, I'd be on my way to your place in minutes so that I could sink to my knees and let you fuck my mouth instead of settling for your own hand", she told him. She pouted at him as he removed her hand from his boxers but he took no notice of it, instead picking her up and carrying her over to the kitchen. She half-expected Ollie to put her on the counter but instead, he rested her gently on her feet and pushed at her shoulders, his intention suddenly clear. Without complaint, she sunk to her knees in front of him. She pushed the material of his jeans and boxers further down his legs so that they wouldn't get in the way and took his hard length into her hand. She started slowly, her hand moving over his cock in the way he loved whilst she swirled her tongue around the head. She looked up at him through her lashes to note his reaction and right as he opened his mouth to complain about her teasing pace, she took all of his length into her mouth; only stopping when every inch of his cock was covered.

Ollie laughed as he felt the other nudge him, his eyes brightening in response to their playful little banter. “Okay. Since relationships are all about sacrifice and compromise, I promise I will shut you down so quick if you mentioned getting bangs.” he joked, although he knew that he would be the only to kindly remind her if that were to ever happen. Ollie have her a small, shy smile as she spoke. This had been the only relationship where he even worried slightly about not being enough, but that’s because he knew Lola deserved only the best life had to offer. He appreciated how she was determined to make sure that he was loved, and he showed this gratitude by pulling her in close and kissing her. “You are so whipped.” he whispered against her lips, showing that he was completely joking around by releasing a soft laugh. “I’d take being in your mouth over my hand any day. Just the sight of you going down on me alone is enough to make me come.” He spoke honestly. A soft groan left him as she took ahold of his cock in her hand, twisting her wrist ever so slightly as her tongue swirled around his already sensitive head. He ran his own tongue over his lips before gently biting his lower lip in attempts to muffle and control his breathing and hushed moans. Just as he was about to ask for more, Lola was beginning to take him fully in her mouth. Her name rolled off the tip of his tongue in a soft moan as he felt the pleasurable sensation of her tongue running across the back of his hard length. One hand laced through her hair as other gently caressed her face, his thumb grazing over her jawline. He gently tugged on her hair, just enough so that her head was tilted back ever so slightly. His dark lust filled eyes met hers, and he gave her a small nod, encouraging her to continue.

"Thank you, that's all I wanted!" Lola happily exclaimed. She had both Ollie and Addison on standby to make sure that she didn't make an impulsive bangs-related decision again, having regretted it every other time that she had gotten the cut. "So, so whipped", she agreed, laughing along with him. There was really no point in denying it -- she was crazy about Ollie and would do whatever she could to make him happy. "It feels so good to make you fall apart like that. It's such a turn on knowing how much you love it and how good it makes you feel", she told him. She felt her own arousal spike in response to his soft groans and the way that he was biting his lip to keep from being too loud. She moaned around his length as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, her lack of gag reflex certainly coming in handy during moments like this. She moaned again as he tugged on her hair to tilt her head back, fully intending to push him over the edge and make him cum from her mouth alone. She quickly fell into the rhythm that he most enjoyed, fighting the urge to start touching herself as she wanted her boyfriend to finish first.

Ollie simply smiled and laughed in response, nearly mesmerized at how adorable she was when she was truly happy and in the moment. He kissed her once more, his smirk very much apparent after hearing her agree to his statement. “You and I both.” He whispered once more as his hands graciously felt on her body. “No one can make me lose control like you. It’s those moments I think about when I’m all alone and desperately wanting to be inside you.” He admitted in a hushed tone. He cursed underneath his breath at the sensational vibration that had coursed through him in results to her moan. Between that, the way her tongue ran up against him, and watching her take all of him so effortlessly, Ollie could feel the pressure building up in the pit of his stomach. A breathless sigh followed by a light moan slipped him as his grip on her hair grew slightly tighter, knowing that she had found him being a little rough a huge turn on. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured under his breath, using his free hand to gently caress the side of her face. “God, the things I want to do to you right now.”

It was in quiet moments like this where Lola realized the extent of Ollie's feelings for her. She saw the way that he was looking at her, the love and adoration clear in his eyes, and it just wiped away any lingering doubts about the depth of his feelings. It was clear that he loved her just as much as she loved him. "We're a good match, then", she told him. "You have no idea how much of a turn on it is to know that I affect you in a way that no one else does", she confided in him. His attraction to her, his arousal, his desire, just further heightened her own feelings towards him. His hands in her hair got a little tighter and she could feel herself growing wetter in response to it, having always liked it when Ollie was a little rough with her. "Tell me exactly what you want to do to me", she told him as she pulled back for a second before immediately resuming what she had been doing, knowing that it was driving Ollie crazy.

"The best match." Ollie stated simply as he continued to place light kisses on the corner of her lips and down her jawline. "I don't think there's anyone else for me." he confessed in a whisper, kissing her in between his words. "Does, has, or ever will." he stated simply. Ollie had his fair share of good sexual experiences before his time at Monarch, but this was completely different. Their emotional and physical connection only added on to the total lust that they had for one another, making sex just /that/ much greater. "I want to fuck every inch of you; your mouth; your ass; your tight pussy. I want to rip off those sexy panties, bend you over this counter, and fuck you until every inch of your body is trembling under my body. I want to make you cum over and over again, until my name is the only word that you remember." his words came out both slow and breathless as his main focus was on how amazing her tongue and lips felt around him. At this point both of his hands were tangled in her hair, pulling a bit more roughly this time as he used practically all of his energy attempting to not thrust into her mouth.

"A forever match", Lola replied, her voice quiet but filled with love and hope for Ollie and their future. "And I don't think there's anyone else for me. Even on our worst days, there isn't anyone else that I want to be going through life with". They had taken a serious step today by moving in together but when she thought about their future, she was confident that this wouldn't be the last big step that they made. She saw the two of them getting married, maybe having children, building their lives /together/. She moaned around his length, wordlessly letting him know that she was more than willing to do all of that with him tonight. It was just the two of them with no interruptions, celebrating this important milestone in their lives so she truly didn't expect either of them to get any sleep tonight. She could feel that Ollie was holding back so she reached up and placed her hands on his hips; using the grip to push his hips back and forward a couple of times so that he would know that it was okay for him to do what he so obviously wanted to.

Ollie placed his lips against hers, his hand cradling her face as the other ran down her body. In that moment his future seemed very clear, she was the one for him. He knew that she was going to be his wife one day and the two were going to have mini Ollie’s and Lola’s running around, and for once the thought didn’t scare him. “Forever indeed. You’re the only one I want.” He stated as he pulled away, his voice quiet. Due to recent events, all Ollie wanted was to be with her. He was willing to promise her forever because forever with her was actually plausible. He took her guidance as an indication for him to not hold back. Still gripping slightly onto her hair, he held her head in place as his hips began to rock slowly. A stream of moans mixed with her name and some profanities continuously slipped from his lips as the head of his cock continued to hit the back of her throat; moments like these being when he was grateful she didn’t have a gag reflex. His movements continued for a couple of moments before the familiar sensation began to build up in the pit of his abdomen. Knowing that he was bound to come in her mouth if he kept it up, he immediately pulled out, letting out a loud breath as he did so. He kept his hands on her face, cradling it as he pulled her up to her feet; his lips immediately crashing on hers for a deep, dirty kiss. “What do you want?” He asked as he pulled away, his eyes beginning to turn dark with lust.

Lola had thought about asking Ollie to move in with her countless times before but had always talked herself out of it, wanting to wait until she was sure that Ollie was ready for such a serious commitment; and an important step forwards in their relationship. She found herself glad that she had waited because this moment felt absolutely perfect; she wouldn't change anything about it. Lola felt so completely happy and content right now that she wished she could freeze time and live in this moment forever. "Forever has never sounded so good", Lola told her boyfriend, genuinely meaning it. Ollie quickly got the hint and started slowly fucking her mouth, the moans and profanities falling from his lips making it clear just how much he was enjoying herself. Too soon for her liking, he was pulling out of her mouth and she pouted at him as he pulled her to her feet. She kissed him deeply, her hand wrapping around his hard length and stroking him as they kissed. "I wanted you to cum in my mouth but you seem to have other intentions so with that in mind, I want you to fuck me until I can barely stand".

[pokimoko]

STEVEN UNIVERSE: THE MOVIE - Personal Commentary

I wrote this to send to a friend, but I decided I might as well post it on here. I did a large portion of this while I was watching the movie, but I did go back and improve on some parts after I was finished, so forgive the inconsistent tenses. I apologise for the length as well, which is a result of me getting completely carried away and analysing a lot of the movie (I bet my English teachers are cheering). Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy my personal thoughts on the Steven Universe movie. (Also, spoilers if you haven’t already watched it.)

- The opening....wow. Not only is it pretty but it's just so dramatic. It reminds me quite a bit of old fashioned Disney musicals (I’m guessing that was their intention). Even the layout of the credits are giving me that vibe. But especially the music. Very fairytale-esque.

- 16 year old Steven, yeah booiii! Now he’s only a few years younger than me. I do like his older voice and design. Bet Zach Callison is relieved that he doesn't have to pitch his voice up high anymore. And I personally really love the pan flag colour scheme of his new outfit. I wonder if they’ll keep it for the season(s) following the movie.

- Aww, the Diamonds are learning. Sort of. They’re maybe just a tad clingy, but that's still improvement. I really love how Steven Universe never makes the 'villians' completely evil, only misguided, and that everyone is capable of changing their ways. Such a great message. (Edit: Ooohh, I unintentionally called what I'd say is the moral of the movie. Noice.)

- Naaww, Steven and Connie are so cute. Steven's happy little grin after the kiss was just adorable.

- Oooh, I like the 'Here We Are in the Future' (Edit: 'Happily Ever After') song. It just shows how much they've all grown over the course of the series. And it’s a great way to recap the journeys of each of the original Crystal Gems to the audience.

- "PEW PEW" Yeesss. I love their handshake. And oh my god, he really is so tall compared to Amethyst now.

- Oh my god, they're reenacting the running sequence from the opening. Love me a parallel. Just shows how far they’ve all come.

-Okay, why do the 'bad' guys in musicals always get such cool songs? Spinel's song was so catchy. Now I'm super curious about her relation to Pink Diamond. Oh cool! A scythe. That's awesome.....AH! Okay, nevermind. Nooo.

- 'Losing your powers' angst. I love it (yes, I know, I'm terrible).

- Greg: "Holy shhhhhheee really got everybody" Me: 😏 I see what you did there.

- Steven: "I have no idea what's going on." Greg: "Well now you know how I feel most of the time." Greg is so relatable sometimes. Kindly stop being my spirit animal, sir.

- AHHH! They've all been reset. Craaappp! And I was just going on about growth and everything! But I'm excited to see what happens because I love angst, god damn it. It always helps to make the happy ending all the more satisfying. (And...admittedly, the amnesia narrative device has always been a guilty pleasure of mine. I’ve always enjoyed how it allows you to so clearly see how a character has evolved over time and how much their experiences have defined their identity.)

- "Something is clearly wrong," Pearl sings happily and bug-eyed. Excellent and relatable. That's how I react to most things in life, honestly.

- "I could have lost all of my character development." Ha! Never subtle, are you Peridot? But also nooooo, not Peridot. Don't you dare touch her. She's grown so much and I love her dearly (and also Lapis' top notch dark humour. Perfect.)

- Sad song reprise is sad. I totally understand what Steven is feeling too. Things you’ve gotten so used to (hell, maybe even become dependent on for your emotional welbeing) can disappear so quickly that it can be quite a whiplash to have it gone, so it's completely normal to struggle to accept it, and to yearn for what you had not so long ago.

- Bismuth saying “We are the Crystal Gems” has watered my crops and cleared my skin. And I love her singing voice; the roughness in some parts suits her character so well.

- Rupphire Rupphire RUPPHIRE GAAAARRRNNNEEETTT, yiissss! Wow the fusion animation is really awesome. It's like a behind-the-scenes on how it works from their perspective. But I love how the two of them fusing together doesn't fix Garnet's memories or make her exactly how she was before losing them. Garnet isn't just an experience; she's also a product of her experiences.

- Lil' trumpet salute! Naww, Pearl, that's adorable.

- ....is Onion....immortal? He still looks exactly the same. 😟 I'm unnerved by that child and whatever power he had.

- Oooh, tap dancing. I love tap dancing! Even if Steven is wearing sandals while doing it. Oh boy, I love the friendship between Amethyst and Steven. It's always been one of my favourite things in the show. It's kind of like the sibling interaction I've always wished to have myself: supportive and wholesome. And I also love how their fusion shows that platonic and familial love is just as powerful as romantic love. Oh, YAY Amethyst is back! Like I said, friendship is a powerful thing.

- Oh my god, Steven and Greg are going to fuse. Ahhhh! Oh wow, it's basically Elvis with a six pack! Hehehe, so weird. But not bad either. And, oh wow, what a great song! Individuality is my kink.

- The ANGST is making me feel emotions. Steven looks so ragged, and the high pitched whining in his ears definitely added to that. And having felt that terrible myself a few times, I know how much it frigging sucks. And just like him I brushed other people's concerns off, so I'd be a hypocrite to tell him to take care of himself. (But I am a hypocrite. Take care of yourself, Steven!)

- Yep, here's the tragic backstory to make me sad about Spinel. Hit me where it hurts why don't you. Gosh, Pink Diamond really did some messed up things when she was younger (but thankfully she evolved from that and changed to become Steven). Leaving someone behind without giving them closure or even a reason would mess someone up for sure. You'd feel completely worthless. And unfortunately, being noticed for any reason⁠—good or bad⁠—is generally a way to cope with that feeling. Spinel is doing what she can to deal with what Pink did to her, and that unfortunately involves lashing out and hurting others.

- The 'True Kinda Love' song! Knew it'd turn up at one point. Knowing the context makes it so much better too. And hell yeah, Garnet is back!

- Blood? On this Christian Server? It's more likely than you think.

- “This is the story of my life.” Ahh! Steven's just a kid, and he's gone through so much. But, I gotta say, he is absolute proof that having a rough childhood and being a flawed person in the past (*cough* Pink Diamond *cough*) doesn't condemn you to being a wicked person forever. Anyone, regardless of their circumstances and experiences, can be a good person. Your early years don't define your identity or what will become of your future.

- Spinel: “When you change, you change for the better. When I change, I change for the worse. I used to be just not good, just not good enough for Pink. Now I'm not good at all!” Damn. That's powerful. Trauma can be such a difficult thing to overcome, and some people lose their way in their attempt to leave it behind. Sometimes, though, growing doesn't mean changing yourself and erasing the past; sometimes it means accepting the parts of your past that made you who you are now. Showing the importance of past experiences through the Crystal Gem's recovery of their identities is such a smart way of showing this concept to the audience. Such a great analogy. Now, let's hope Spinel can accept that though she has been changed as a result of her trauma, that doesn't make her ‘bad’ or unworthy of love (because that’s just not true!)

- “There's no such thing as happily ever after”. Sad but true. And also turning the whole Disney vibe the movie began with in on its head. Very smart.

- Steven: “I'll always have more work to do”. Then, Spinel: “I've got work to do. Friendship isn't going to be easy for me. I'm gonna have to work at it”. Exactly. That's how it is. ‘Happily ever after’ is a stagnant concept, and staying the same person for the rest of your life isn't healthy. And deciding to work towards improving yourself can sometimes be the hardest step to take when it comes to overcoming trauma. But change can be good; you should always keep working on improving yourself, no matter how comfortable you are with who you are and where you're at. Evolution is a part of living.

- Ooooh, White Diamond got sassy. She even has the hand gestures down. She’s making up for all the years she spent T-posing.Good for her.

- Oh my gosh, the focus on the Diamond's hands! Instead of destroying, their holding a hand out in a gesture of friendship. Seriously, that's frigging growth. That's such a cool parallel too. Rebecca Sugar and her crew are just brilliant.

- I'm so glad the Diamonds got someone to love and help them through their grief, and Spinel got someone to love her unconditionally, regardless of the flaws she thinks she has. They all got someone to help them heal. That’s wonderful.

- “I can make a change.” 👏Yes👏you👏can! That's your superpower.

Damn, that was so wonderful! I've always loved the message of personal growth, and the movie did it so well. In my opinion, Steven Universe has always been great at analogies to explain real life things (ie. Malachite being a metaphor for toxic relationships) so I really like how they used to amnesia narrative device to show not only how much someone can change and grow over time, but also to show it's our experiences, good and bad, that shape us as a person. Lots of people have traumatic experiences in their life that can inadvertantly shape a lot of their personality, and it can be hard to leave that behind, especially if so much of your identity is dependent on those experiences. Sometimes they can lead us to becoming ‘bad’ people, but they can also help make us good people too. Just look at Steven! He was able to accept his past traumas and use them so as to help others heal their own. 

Trauma isn't something you can erase without erasing a large part of your identity. It can be tough to live with, nonetheless. Sometimes, like Spinel, you just need a helping hand in accepting the scars life has given you; to help you grow beyond it and maybe even eventually be able to help others who are going/have gone through similar experiences.

And there's no shame in trying to be better and failing over and over again. At least you are trying. Because trying to be good against all odds, against the whole world doing its best to destroy you, shows just how strong you really are.

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Sorry for getting flowery (and maybe just a tad projective). As you can see I just really like the moral of the movie, as well as pretty much every other aspect. I'm sure there's a lot of little intricacies I missed, but this is what I took from my first viewing of it. And these are just my opinions; you might have got a whole different vibe from the movie. You are completely welcome to add you own thoughts and improve upon mine (because I am by no means an expert).

So, to summarise my own thoughts on the movie, I’m just going to say: Personal growth for the win!

[sneakronicity]

A few Endgame thoughts under the cut.  SPOILERS!

SPOILERS!

ALL THE SPOILERS!

LOTS OF SPOILERS!

I’ve been trying to sit down and put my feelings about Endgame into words, like work through all I’m feeling and going through, but I just can’t seem to do it.  I’ve had some good conversations about it, but to try to make a post about it is too hard.  But here goes,

There were a lot of parts I enjoyed:  

~Natasha leading what was left of the Avengers, finally letting her guard down, calling them her family.  That scene hurt my heart ~ Tony finally having peace with Pepper and their daughter ~ Scott.  Just everything to do with Scott ~ The team shenanigans were fun ~ The final battle was well done.  When the dusted people returned the whole theatre went crazy ~ Steve weilding Mjolnir also got a huge cheer, and it was pretty wicked ~ And as if I even have to say it, but the Clintasha scenes.  omg the Clintasha scenes.  This is what has been missing from these movies, and I’m so glad they finally reestablished their bond, that these two broken people love each other more than anyone or anything else in the world, that they would give their lives so the other could live.  Just everything was so beautiful and heart wrenching and I will never be over this.  There was more intimacy and chemistry in that forehead touch than anything else.  Don’t try to sell me “he loves his wife!” after that shit, sorry.  He might as well have been kissing cardboard at the end.

There’s more I’m sure, but that’s what’s jumping out now.  Unfortunately, there was a lot of bad as well.  When I left the theatre Thursday night, I was mostly okay.  The hype of the audience had be pumped up, but the more I think about the movie the angrier and more disappointed I get.  Friday I was in bad shape, I literally cried all day, so much I had a massive headache that lasted into Saturday.  It’s a little better today, but not much.  I never got over my hatred and anger at AoU, how am I supposed to get past this?

So that brings us to the bad:

~ Thor.  At first I was okay with his story, because Bruce clearly really cared, and Thor was obviously going through so much, but when the took him back to the base his depression was turned into a joke.  Like oh, look how he let himself go! and he keeps going off topic about the people he lost but it’s funny!  And in the end it just felt like he went nowhere.  They tore him completely down and then just left him there.  No building him back up, nothing that felt hopeful.  It felt like a huge disservice to his character. ~ I don’t really care about Bruce, but fixing his Hulk problem off screen was kinda weird, and he continued to feel dumbed down in this film.  I swear the Bruce from the first Avengers film was a fluke and has never been the same since. ~ Steve.  Civil War really put me off Steve as a character, and other fandom reasons as well, but when he picked up Mjolnir man I was rooting for him again.  Then we got his ending, and it felt so selfish and counterproductive to his entire character.  Even Peggy herself moved on and had along, happy life, and told him to do the same, but no.  He couldn’t let go of this brief romance he had all those years ago despite her living a full life without him and had to go back, had to abandon his new friends, and live the life he was robbed of.  I mean I get it, but it made me dislike him all over again. ~ Clint.  Where do I even start?  Y’all know my feelings on how dirty Clint has been done in the MCU, but this... they had the opportunity to fix him.  There were so many ways they could have done his story in this film, so many unique and interesting directions they could have taken him, and they literally picked the more boring and predictable one possible.  Who honestly didn’t believe his family was going to get dusted and then returned at the end?  Everyone saw that coming.  And he remains a completely undeveloped character, no different now than he was when first introduced, because yet again all the important character development was done entirely off screen.  He had some great moments, don’t get me wrong, and Renner freaking knocked the acting out fo the park, but Clint is still so one dimensional and he never will be a fully developed character as long as the family exists, as they’re used as a magic fix it for everything.  This is the third time there was a huge character altering moment that will be brushed aside off screen.  Mind fucked by Loki?  Fixed off screen.  Lost the organization he trusted and devoted his life to, discovering some of his missions may have been for HYDRA? Fixed off screen.  Spent five years on a murder spree? Fixed off screen.  All fixed by spending time with his magic plot device family.  I’m so angry, I hate everything about this, and I will never ever understand how anyone who loves Clint Barton can support that plot when all it has done is damage his character. ~ Natasha.  Oh, my sweet baby girl, you deserved so much better.  There is a great article out there by Vanity Fair that sums up a lot of what I’ve been raging about for years in regards to how Natasha has been handled in the MCU.  I’ll link it at the end here.  But basically I don’t feel like any writer has ever gotten her, has ever known what to do with her as her own character, and has always used her to service a dude’s plot.  This is why I will always feel making her part of Cap’s supporting cast was a huge mistake. I’ve been saying for years that the Russo’s and M&M don’t really care about her character further than how he relates to Steve, and she basically became little more than an extension of Steve, his right hand, there to support him. He got to have deep relationships with other characters, while her most important relationship was stripped way and she only had Steve. Finally this movie we got away from that, but it became painfully obvious that he never cared about her as much as she did him.  This team, this family, meant everything to her, but she didn’t mean everything to them, and that breaks my heart.  Then we come to the end, and it’s clear Clint loves her with everything he is, and would have traded anything for her, but the narrative makes it feel like somehow he deserves to live more because of his stupid family and I hate that.  I hate that she died so early, the final battle was lacking so much from her absence, and in the end Tony gets a whole ass funeral and nobody has anything for her.  This was not a satisfying conclusion to her arc at all and I will be forever pissed.  You know what would have been amazing?  If her arc concluded with her weilding Mjolnir, therefore proving she was the best person she could be and worthy as all get out.  

I know I didn’t mention Tony, but that’s the one arc I don’t know how to feel about.  In some ways I count it in the good column because I always felt he was going to go out in a blaze of glory like that, and he got so much love and respect at the end, getting to die surrounded by everyone he loved, but at the same time he had found love and peace and lost it all.  Why couldn’t he have a happy ending?

I should probably wrap this up now and save all my questions for another post, because man do I have a lot of questions and think a lot of this shit just didn’t make sense.  Like honestly, just go back and grab Natasha from right before she died and bring her to the present.  If changing the past doesn’t affect the future, and Past!Gamora can be running around and Nebula can kill her past self with no consequences then why isn’t this a no brainer?  My head hurts, I hate time travel.

Anyways, more rambling some day when I can think again.  If you read this whole thing I applaud you.

Edit: whoops, forgot the article I said I’d link: https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2019/04/avengers-endgame-black-widow-death-scarlett-johansson

[thoughts-on-musicals]

The SpongeBob musical

Before I started to even listen to this I had the worst expectations, and those low expectations weren't even met. The SpongeBob musical isn't nearly beyond words, but the words that do stick out to me whenever I think of it is uncreative, confused, and boring. I heard one of the songs for the first time a few months ago and hated it from the get-go. This was a bad idea and I knew it. I saw it was nominated for Tony and was very disappointed. And the second song I heard from it was at the Tony's. I was less than thrilled. I decided I can't have a proper negative opinion about something before I've listened to it. So without seeing the stage show, I'm giving my review on the SpongeBob musical. I do acknowledge that some people really like this, and if you do, please enlighten me on the aspects that make you such a big fan, because I think there's only one song I "like" in the whole musical. Nonetheless, I went through this catastrophe and reviewed song by song, what I kinda liked and what I didn't. So without further Ado, my review of the SpongeBob musical. (I feel like that one sentence made more sense of the show. )

Here's a quick synopsis. So SpongeBob is having a nice day in Bikini Bottom, going to work etc. He meets all his friends along the way and themes the discovery of volcano is going to happen and that everyone is going to die if they don't fix it. So they stop the volcano and everything is happy. The end. Fun story right? (I thought it was stupid, frankly? So volcanos erupt underwater, I know that, but wouldn't the water immediately cool the lava down? That's how islands are made? The sea creatures shouldn't have a fear of lava, more of getting boiled alive. They could just... Swim away, but that's... Kinda addressed in the musical? Anyway. Onto it. )

"Prologue"

I really did forget the announcer was French. Kudos to them for finding a fake French accent.

"Bikini Bottom day"

So the singers in this musical aren't bad. I genuinely like all of the actors' voices. I think they're all very talented, but the stupid cartoon voices they put on made my head hurt. The rhymes are uncreative a messy. Lyrics Always balance the thin, thin line of being creative or random. SpongeBob the musical bounces back and forth between either, and the good creative parts are few and far between. The uncreative Rhymes are accompanied with an uncreative score. This song did make me laugh once or twice though. Good for that. I got some enjoyment. I do wish they could have spiced things up more in this first number. Like SpongeBob having the Bikini Bottom day little theme. What would have made it a little better for me is if the characters all had themes? Like Patrick has some Bongos in a cute little rhythm, maybe Squidward has some classical music nods, they did Sandy good with the banjo, which I liked. I wish they did more of that through the whole thing? I think it would make it better. We see excellent examples of those types of things in some amazing musicals like Les Miserables, Wicked, Into the Woods, Company, and more!! Anyway. It's excited poorly. Plankton and Squidward's voice is super, though. Like WOW. I do hate how Mr. Crabs has... Such a light voice. I wish they got a deeper one, honestly. It really sets the tone of a money grabbing crab man FOR SURE! I really cannot get over Squidward’s voice WOW. He’s too good for this musical. I give it this- it can be kinda fun. I see it too.  Plankton’s voice is good too, but. He works pretty good as a bad guy. Can I have Spongebob’s little monologue on a plaque? This is way, way too silly. And apparently, the sun shines down, because they say it ten times, but I digress. 

“ No Control “

Honestly, I kinda like this one. Like, it's nice. I like how menacing it is. Like, the protagonists' parts, and that’s the parts I don’t really like. PLANKTON IS SO GOOD THOUGH!  The little rounds at the end are something I dig too. I do think that its a good set up for the main plot too. I also like the no control emphasis it has. I didn’t know that this musical was smart enough to do that. I just really like this song, though. That’s going to be a first and last. 

“BFF”

It sounds like a song that a camp leader would make that all this four-year-olds want to shoot themselves over. The talent is good, though. Got good singers. I do think it’s not very creative. This song can’t get more repetitive. That is also a common theme for this musical. Repeating things so you get bored enough to listen to the poorly crafted different parts. It makes you think the differences are important and interesting when it’s just the opposite. I feel like this musical is treating me like I don’t know anything. I know this was most likely aimed at children, but kids have brains and can listen to a good musical. This song is just stupid. Again, an occurring thing 

“When the Going Gets Tough “

Plankton rapping makes me laugh. The first time I listened to this was at 3am and I was laughing like an idiot when this came on. It was insane. I didn’t see it coming. That’s another thing. This musical doesn’t know what I want to be. It has so many different things. It’s trying to be diverse and has an interesting score, but I feel like it should have a coherent theme. Like I said about “Bikini Bottom Day”. There should be themes to tie things together. It’s weird how they try and give up at the same time. I’d love to be a fly on the wall in the writing room to see what was going on all these peoples’ who wrote this minds, But I do like this song.  I REALLY LIKE IT. But the “It’s time to get lost” part is bad. they should have thought about that a little more. These things rapping unironically is good though wow. 

“ [Just a] Simple Sponge “

I like the guitar riff. I can tell in the first five seconds I know this song is so stupid. Chorus you’re about to hear a trillion times. The score is OK? It sounds nothing like the rest of the musical. (Ahem. have a solid theme ahem). This is really stupid and not good. Jesus Christ. It’s the least motivational motivation song I’ve ever heard. RAP AGAIN THAT WAS GOOD AND WOULD FIT TALKING AROUND HIS FRIENDS AND TIE INNN THE MUUUUSICCCCAAAALLLLLLL!

“ Daddy Knows Best “

This was the first song I heard before I actually sat down and listened to the soundtrack. I hate the song, but the tune is way too catchy. I was looking through the youtube comments while I was listening to this and the second one was “ the shit dad trope meets the capitalist agenda “ and I thought it summed up the song. also boring. It’s uncreative lyric wise and score-wise.  I want it to get  0.5 seconds faster every time it says money. 

“ Hero is My Middle Name “

It’s pretty upbeat, but it needs to be more hopeful score-wise. Sandy is amazing though. Her voice and her jokes. Talent is amazing in here, REALLY! I do love the voices! The chorus is annoyingly repetitive. I want more energy to this. It’s too slow paced, but it’s an okay song. 

“Super Sea Star Savior” 

This sounds like a gospel chorus, which I think they’re trying to go for? I guess Patrick is Jesus? The beat is... okay? It feels very generic. I expected more from this musical this “diverse”.  This is another pointless song that doesn’t really advance the plot. The talking voice of Patrick is different than the singing one, that really bothers me. Don’t like it. 

“Tomorrow Is” 

I’m kinda ready for the musical to be over after that song, maybe one more song and then it being over.  Too bad that it seems we’ve not really even gotten into act two yet. This sounds like an end of act one song. If this weren’t about SpongeBob, it might be a bit better and worse. I don’t like how ambiguously “I only have tomorrow to succeed “ thing the first verse is. Squidward is singing in the second verse and I more than love his voice. I haven't seen any of the actual stage play, and do not intend to, but I like to think Squidward is having a little epic about himself trying to be a famous clarinet player, but it not working out. PLANKTON IS BACK I LOVE. It’s too happy. It's supposed to be more depressing, come on. I thought the music was going to change for a second, but it’s just that same tune over and over and over. I like this nice, little, last part, though. 

“Poor Pirates” 

Okay, I love this song. it’s good and amazing and has no flaw. I’m assuming that this is the beginning of act two! it’s halfway done!! I do like how self where this thing is.  It’s a good catchy and I wish the rest of the musical had this theme. It’s funny and clever and a good thing to listen to and kinda stupid, like SpongeBob. it’s good and I want the musical to be like this. 

“Bikini Bottom Boogie” 

I hate this song. the little electric guitar is fine and kinda cool to listen too, but really. Didn’t the Plain White T’s write this? Where’s David Hasselhoff? That was the good part about the first SpongeBob movie. I don’t want to talk about the rest of them. it’s stupid and repetitive in the wrong ways and doesn't match the rest of the musical. Diverse, not randomness. COME ON PEOPLE. 

“Chop to the Top” 

Sandy is my baby. I lover her. I remember this chorus was annoying, and it is. I like that usually when Sandy sings there’s a banjo. It’s good, that’s one of the only things I like about this song. I don’t like how literal it is with how scared SpongeBob was climbing up the mountain. This thing has no subtly. 

“[I Guess I] Miss You”

Is the little SpongeBob Patrick makeup. This song is annoying. I hate the pacing and the words and everything. this song really reminds me of the Bully Sized Hole song in Phineas and Ferb song. It’s stupid and can’t end too soon. 

“I’m Not a Loser” 

This was one of the first songs that I heard from the Tony’s and I don’t like it at all.  I’m just going to skip this one because I don’t want to mess up the amazingness of Gavin Lee’s voice. 

“Best Day Ever” 

Okay, I think this is the song from the first movie, but Tom Kenny isn’t singing so it isn’t going to be half as good. I’ve been pretty bored since the beginning of this. Maybe that’s why I like poor pirates so much? at least it’s not boring.  Also, this song fooled me at the start. I was thinking it was a new, cool song because it doesn’t sound too bad, but then it goes into the actual song. Sure, it puts a more sad tone to it, like a more optimistic thing to it-or reason for optimism. I appreciate that. It’s still a boring song, but still. 

“Finale: Bikini Bottom Day Reprise” 

I hated the first one and don’t need a second one. Won’t this ever end? Thanks for the recap of everything we just witnessed. It’s not like we just watched it.  I sat for over an hour and I know what’s happening. I’m not five... But I guess that's who you’re pandering to. 

Okay. I didn’t like it all and it was a waste of time. I have two catchy songs that didn’t go to the point of annoying. It’s clearly just another way to make more money for Nickelodeon. I don’t like it and it was a waste of time. I don’t see how anyone would pay to see this. No one should spend money on that, but that’s just me? IT’S CRAP. 

THE END YOU’RE WELCOME 

[damonsbitchx]

Haunted

Characters/pairings: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Rowena, brief Crowley and Castiel, Charlie

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, A LOT of angst, a shit ton of angst, a few curse words, it’s just pure angst and sadness

Word Count: 3420

A/N: I would just like to apologize profusely, first off. This fic has been in the works for a maybe two or three months now. I went searching for some Imagine gifs and found the one below which lead to the idea for this fic. It’s been through several layers of revision and was looked over like 5 layers ago by my Soulmate, Esther. So, all mistakes are mine. I’m honestly very sorry, but holy hell, I really like how it turned out. I am planning on writing a second part if y’all like this, but I’m not completely sure yet.

Italics is context, just to add to the emotional kick in the teeth.

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Eleven years ago, Sam and Dean rolled into a small town in Wisconsin on account of a murderous clown. By the time they found and killed it, four sets of parents had already been murdered, yours being the last. Your parents became those victims in the movies that would’ve had a chance if the heroes had just gotten their shit together five minutes earlier.

You stood frozen in the middle of the living room while the two very tall men dodged the lamps and kitchen knives being flung at them. In between each object thrown, one would lunge at the clown in desperate attempts to grab him.

The clown finally hit the floor ten feet away from you with a thump. You stood there paralyzed, staring up with wide eyes at the men who had finally emerged from the hallway. The shorter one frowned, glancing at the taller one, but he was just staring back at you with a pitiful look in his eyes.

A huge smirk grew on Rowena’s face as she read.

“What are you smiling for?” you barked at the witch.

“Oh, no reason,” she breathed, her thick accent coating the air.

Sam pushed his shoulders back, lunging towards her, but you quickly cut him off with your arm. He huffed in frustration at the look you shot him. You whipped your head back around to her.

“What did you find?” you demanded through gritted teeth. She smiled her wicked little smirk and you could practically feel the anger steaming off of Sam. Rowena frowned at him.

“A spell,” she squeaked.

You stared at her flatly, cocking your eyebrow after a few moments. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“I found a spell to help your brother, but,” she paused, dragging it on much longer than needed. You were beginning to lose patience and she could tell when you shifted your weight, your expression full of annoyance.

“I’ll need someone to translate it,” she beamed.

“Okay, how do we do that?” Sam huffed.

“I believe your friend can assist there,” she gestured to Charlie whose eyes met yours. You nodded at her.

“Let me see it,” Charlie approached Rowena, reaching out to take the book.

She looked over the page for a few moments, the air thick with anticipation.

“Yeah, this is simple,” she nodded. You felt a wave of relief wash over you. Maybe you guys would finally catch a break.

“But what about the demons who are after that book?” Sam cut in.

“Crowley, are you sure you can’t call these guys off?” you asked him.

“They won’t listen to me,” Crowley shrugged. You rolled your eyes but didn’t pursue him any further.

“Y/N, it’s okay, I got this,” Charlie smiled at you. You couldn’t convince yourself to smile back though.

“I can do it,” you blurted out very suddenly. Everyone whipped their heads around, staring at you.

“What?” Sam and Charlie barked in unison.

“Before you say anything, just hear me out,” you pleaded. “Charlie said it herself, it’s an easy decode, but it won’t take the demons very long to find us and figure out what we’re up to. Once they do that, they’ll be gunning for her and it’s not like she can decode it here because she doesn’t have the right equipment-”

“Plus, Rowena needs me to translate a much more advanced list of ingredients, so you’re going to sacrifice yourself. A typical Winchester move,” Charlie huffed, rolling her eyes. Your stomach twister slightly at her words.

“Look, they need you here more than they need me and I owe it to Dean after all he’s done for me. I’m the only one who can do this. I know I can do it, please, just let me go,” you pleaded.

They all exchanged glances, considering the situation before turning back towards you.

“There’s no other way, Sam, you and I both know it,” you said.

“No, Y/N, you can’t,” Charlie insisted.

“Charlie, I want to, please. I’m not a little kid anymore and I owe this to Dean,” I pleaded.

Charlie, Sam, and Cass all shared looks.

“Okay,” Sam decided out loud.

“Sam,” Castiel cut in. “Dean will be furious if you let her go,” he spoke in his usual low voice. Sam sighed gently.

“I know Cass, I do, but we don’t have any other choice.” Castiel frowned, but he didn’t argue.

Charlie sighed. “I can slow the demons and give Y/N a fighting chance. We know where they’ll be, I can set a trap,” Charlie added.

And that was it. Charlie set the trap before attempting the difficult decoding of the ingredients for the spell, Castiel stayed to keep an eye on Crowley and Rowena, and Sam stayed so Dean had someone to yell at when he found out what they had done. All Sam could do was pray that you’d be okay.

You never found out exactly why they took you in. They gave you many different reasons. Sympathy, too much knowledge, guilt, but they never decided on one sole reason and you never pressed them.

You never pressed them because it didn’t matter to you why they took you anymore. All that mattered was they saved you from a life that could’ve messed you up even worse than you had already been and they loved you with all their hearts.

There was an incident when you were a teenager and it took an Angel manipulating one of your dreams and showing you just how bad of a life could’ve been if they hadn’t taken you. All your anger with them cleared up for the most part after that.

How could you argue with it anyway? They didn’t have to take you in, they took you out of their own free will. These two, huge men who fought monsters for a living and had both been to hell at least once in their lives, found it in their hearts to love and care for you. They were so gentle with you.

You were safe with them and they made you feel apart of the family. You were a Winchester and leaving that name and everything that came with it behind was the hardest part.

You were fiercely determined to get this spell decoded for Rowena before the demons finally caught up to you. You knew, going in, that you weren’t going to make it out, but Dean was counting on this spell. He wasn’t going to be happy when he found out about your stupidity, but it was alright, he’d get over it. At least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself of.

You drove like mad for seven hours before finally reaching Aurora, Colorado and finding a dingy motel to shack up in. You quickly painted some sigils and symbols on the walls to ward against everything you could think of, hoping nothing would find you until you had sent the translation, at least. Then, you got to work.

Three hours later you were so close to translating the spell, you could almost feel the relief. Your eyes burned and your heart was still racing, but you kept typing until you finished the last of it. Now, all you had to do was wait for the program to spit out the end results. Your phone buzzed for the tenth time that hour. It was Charlie, checking up on you.

Hey Y/N, how’s it going?

Good, I’m almost there. Should have the spell within the hour.

Awesome, stay safe. Love you.

You too.

Suddenly, the window above the table shattered, spitting shards of glass at you. You ducked down with a gasp, throwing your arms in front of your face to protect it. Then, almost like it was timed, your program dinged, indicating that the translating was finally finished and you locked eyes with a demon. Your stomach twisted violently as you stood up and grabbed your chair, then flung it at the demon who was about to launch himself at you. You frantically grabbed the laptop and dashed across the room.

Your back slammed into the white divider on the opposite side of the room and you immediately ripped the lamp from the wall and hurled it at him before doing anything else. Next, you frantically fumbled to attach the translation to an email while the demon stumbled around in shards of pale green ceramic. Your stomach felt lodged in your throat as you waited for the e-mail to send, but it was sending at an agonizingly slow rate. Your wide eyes flicked from the screen to the demon and back as he turned around in search of you.

“C’mon, c’mon,” you mumbled to your computer, shaking it slightly in frustration.

The file was almost done sending and you couldn’t find anything else to throw nor could you move from your spot. He shot you an evil smirk and pulled a large knife from his jacket, making your heart stop. He launched himself at you with all his strength, causing you to panic and reflexively stick your leg out to stop him. You faintly heard the swipe sound of the e-mail sending and felt a red hot pain searing shoot through your leg. The demon was a few feet away from you clutching at his stomach, so you kicked his chin for good measure, sending him flying backward.

“Thank God, the email sent,” you mused.

You winced at the pain blossoming in your left thigh, realizing there was a huge gash in your leg now, but the shock couldn’t last long because the demon would come for the computer next.

You limped over to the small table where the lamp had once been and raised the computer high over your head. With all your strength, you sent it hurtling at the corner of the table and

CRASH.

You dropped the remains of the smashed device to the floor, stumbling back against the wall and noticing your vision turning slightly fuzzy. You glanced across the room, catching a glimpse of the demons furious expression.

“Take that… you sunuva bitch,” you mumbled, smiling weakly.

He growled, running at you with his fist raised, but you were still alert enough to respond. You grabbed the telephone from the stand and caught his wrist in the cord, effectively diffusing his attack and kicking him in the stomach. He stumbled backward again, his wrist still caught in the wire, causing him to rip the phone from the wall. You were reminded of the gash in your leg when you began to feel nauseous and fuzzy, but you had to keep moving.

You dashed as quickly across the room as you could, slipping into the bathroom and locking the door. You frantically searched the bathroom for something that could help you, only to find that there was nothing. You leaned against the wall, praying that maybe your brothers would swoop in now and save the day.

“Y/N, I’m home!” Dean called, letting it ring down the hallway, but there was no answer.

“Y/N/N, I got your favorite, curly fries and burgers, put down the books for a while and come eat!” he hollered again, but there was no answer.

He spent a few minutes looking for you, making sure to check all your favorite hiding places, but came up dry. So, he went to look for Sam, Charlie, and Cass who were probably still down with Rowena and Crowley. Maybe you went with them.

He found them exactly where he knew he would, but you were nowhere in sight. He didn’t like the whole Rowena and Crowley situation at all but wished Sam would at least keep him in the loop.

And obviously, it was for a good reason.

“Sam, where’s Y/N? I can’t find her anywhere.”

Sam’s expression fell and his hopeful eyes fell on Charlie who shook her head. He swallowed hard, his heart sinking deep into his chest and gestured for Dean to follow him outside. Dean frowned at Sam but followed him anyways.

“Well?” he demanded once they were outside.

“Dean..” he began.

“Sam, where is she?!” he growled at his brother.

Sam ran his fingers through his hair, guilt taking over his features.

“She’s in Colorado, we--”

“Colorado?! What the hell is she doing there?!”

“If you would be quiet and listen, I could tell you,” Sam snapped him.

Dean raised his eyebrows in disbelief, but he shut up.

“Rowena needed the spell translated, Charlie wanted to, but Y/N wouldn’t let her. She said she owed it to you, Charlie said she would try to hold off the Demons as best as she--”

“Demons?” Dean fumed, “you let her go off by herself and you knew there were demons after her, what the hell is wrong with you Sam?”

Anger overtook Dean as he dropped the bag of food on the ground.

“If any of you try to follow me, I swear, I’ll kill you,” he hissed, taking off as fast as he could to Baby.

He fumbled with his keys, desperately trying to grab the one to his car while he ran and all he could think about was how much of this was his fault.

Dean remembered every moment of the day he saved you. He even remembered what he had for breakfast that morning. He remembered taking just a little bit too long securing a proper weapon to kill the bastard. He remembered breaking the door down just before your mother screamed one last time. He had no idea how many times she’d screamed, but he winced just thinking about it. He remembered dashing down the hallway, past the living room and catching a glimpse of your horrified face.

His heart broke and he could barely even look at you after they’d finished killing the clown. He knew if he’d just been a little bit faster getting the weapon or showed up in town a day earlier, then your parents would still be alive and you wouldn’t be risking your life for him. You probably would’ve gone to college, and gotten married, and had kids. Instead, you were twenty-two years old and on the verge of being murdered, just so he could get a stupid mark off his arm.

It wasn’t worth losing your life. He had to get to you before it was too late.

Just under six and a half hours of failed attempts at convincing himself that you were okay while his tires raced raw to get to you, Dean frantically pulled into the parking lot belonging to the motel he tracked you to. He jumped out, sprinting up to the door, still muttering to himself that you were fine, that you’d be here and you’d be okay.

He knocked on the door, his breath catching in his throat while he said one last silent prayer.

Dean couldn’t wait too long before he just kicked the door in. He quickly took in the state of the motel room. His eyes were met by a broken chair, a smashed lamp, and the telephone ripped from the wall first. With each step further into the room, he felt his stomach constrict tighter and tighter. Panic turned into fear when his eyes caught the red streaks on the edge of the door frame across the room that leads to the bathroom. Dean walked further, his eyes finally finding the dark red stain that lay just on the other side of the white divider.

He swallowed hard before turning to follow the trail of red spots that lead from the stain on the floor to the narrow bathroom door frame. His heart sunk faster than his brain could register, he was no longer consciously willing his legs to move, they just did.

For the first few years, you had some trouble, but they worked as hard as they could to help you feel like you had a family. It took you a while, but you found enough strength let them in and accept them as best as you knew how. You grew especially close to Dean, he became your safe spot.

Dean remembered all the phases you went through. He thought about your very first phase he’d ever experienced, your princess phase. It startled him at first, he and Sam had no clue what to do. So, they gave in and had tea parties with you every now and then when they would visit Bobby’s house. He remembered sitting in Bobby’s kitchen and laughing mockingly at Sam who had decided to let you attempt to braid his hair.

He reminisced about all the times they’d go back to Bobby’s house to see you while you were growing up before they trusted you enough to let you hunt with them. When the boys returned from hunts you’d run up to Dean and hug his hips, squealing his name and then do the same to Sam.

Dean would read you bedtime stories with commentary about how stupid the characters were whenever he was there. Then, after he was done reading (and spouting sarcastic criticisms like no one’s business) he would kiss you goodnight and tell you he loved you, as would Sam. As you grew up, you insisted that they read lore books instead, which Dean did not agree with at all, but he complied anyway.

Often times they would come to stay at Bobby’s for a few days at a time and take a small break from hunting to be with you. Even when they were out on hunts, they would always make sure to calculate what time they’d have to call Bobby’s depending on their time-zone to make sure to tell you they loved you before you fell asleep. Sometimes Dean would even stick around longer to hear about your day at school or tell you about something funny that happened to him.

God, he loved you.

In a matter of seconds, he was standing in the door frame of the bathroom holding his breath. The curtain was pulled closed, but a bloody hand stuck out and draped limply over the edge of the tub.

And Dean knew.

He knew who the hand belonged to. He knew it was your lifeless, twenty-two-year-old hand hanging off the edge of that tub. The hand that balled up his t-shirts until your knuckles turned white when you’d had nightmares those first few months after coming back from Hell. The hand that stitched him and his brother up with the utmost care when they’d been injured. The hand he’d held in his own when you fell asleep curled up in his lap during a movie. He knew it, deep down he knew, but the rest of him refused to believe that he would go home and you wouldn’t be there to greet him. He refused to believe this was anything other than a bad dream. He wouldn’t believe it, not until he saw your face. Not until he made absolutely sure. Then again, he found he couldn’t force himself to pull back the curtain either. He couldn’t move, he stood in the door frame, paralyzed.

The taller man held you tightly in his arms in the back seat of that black car, squeezing your small, trembling hand while repeatedly telling you that you were safe. The other one drove as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the town that used to be yours. You couldn’t hold back your silent tears, but you knew you felt safer in that car than you did anywhere else. Images of your parents lying lifeless on the floor of your house haunting you now and for years to come.

And just like theirs to you, it would be yours to Dean, from now until the day he could no longer find the strength to breathe.

He was yanked back to reality when his phone rang in his pocket. He drew the phone numbly, glancing down at the lit up screen. It was Sam.

“Sam,” his angry voice broke when he answered.

“Dean, it’s Charlie,” Sam mumbled.

Dean closed his eyes, sighing sharply as he struggled to react. The line was silent for a few long moments before he drew in a sharp breath and spun around, flinging the phone as hard as he could across the room. It hit the wall and shattered, pieces of plastic flying back across the room.

Then, Dean fell to his knees, praying it was only a nightmare.

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[prfoundlysuperengineer]

Others’ Troubles

Peter’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and he glanced around the crowded dive to ensure no one had heard her. “Call me that again and I’ll wring your skinny little neck.”

Jenny gave a mirthless chuckle, and reached to snag one of the man’s fries. “Is that what ya tell yer mother when she asks ‘ow 'er li'le criminal’s doin’?”

The man snatched her wrist, but Jenny merely leaned in, narrowed eyes trained on him as she ate the stolen fry. “And what if I drug you back to the ship right now?”

Jenny gave a cocky wink in spite of the nauseating tug in her chest. She deftly twisted her hand free. “You won’. Ya 'member 'ow well tha’ went fer ya last time… Ahh! I know tha’ glare,” she chimed, plucking up another fry. “Answers one of mah questions! You don’ know where Blackstar’s parked the Empress, do ya?”

“One of your questions?” Peter asked, his jaw flexing as he glared down at the redheaded engineer. “Fine, I’ll bite. No, I don’t know where the ship’s parked, but it’s not your concern. What is your concern,” the man murmured, leaning into a little too close as he shot a dark glance down the bar filled with workers eating their midday meals, ignoring Jenny’s hand that played with his tie, “is that we’re watching you. We know where you go and when. We even know where some of your little friends wander. I wonder how much those mordesh would go for, or that little blonde aurin – What was her name?”

Jenny grit her teeth, shoulders tense as she leaned a little away from him, her glare burning into his shoulder. “I think ya underestimate ‘im. Ya always underestimated all o’ us.”

“Everyone has their price, princess. Fantastic might be untouchable, but he can only protect his little crew so much.” Peter sat back up, frowning in offense at the counter when he saw that his drink hadn’t been refilled. “I should get going. Always a pleasure, Jen.”

“Ya gonna see Seth?”

Peter paused, scowling. “Why do you want to know?”

Jenny’s lips curled in a wicked smirk as her hand slid up his tie. “Give ‘im a message fer me.”

“Drink for you, honey,” said the bartender as he appeared by them, setting a clean little napkin down with one hand and the drink with the other.

Peter shifted his glare to the bartender and opened his mouth to make an asinine comment, but there was no time for him to say it. Jenny’s hand gripped Peter’s tie, and with a swift, sharp yank she pulled the man’s face down to smash against the edge of the bar. He yelped in pain, backing into the patron behind him as he reeled blindly and grasped at his bleeding face.

“Shit! You bitch!” he shouted. Half rising to lunge for Jenny, a small wave of whiskey suddenly sloshed over Peter’s pants, followed by another to the face that redirected his ire to the bartender as the crowded joint fell silent. All eyes on them, several people gravitated to the scene, expecting the worst.

“Shit, honey, I’m sorry about that,” said the bartender, scooting the rescued napkin towards Jenny and pulling a towel from his apron to wipe up the spill on the counter. “I’ll get ya another.”

“What the HELL, Mike?!” Peter shouted, blood pouring from his nose, his shirt and pants soaked with alcohol.

The bartender, who clearly had issues with Peter as well, fixed the young man a withering look. “You’re bothering people and bleeding on my bar. Get out.”

Peter snarled, giving Mike and Jenny black looks. Still holding a hand to his bloodied face, he snatched his coat from the seat of his barstool, shoved roughly past the redhead, and stomped out.

There was a communal shuffling throughout the crowd as the threat of a full-on fight diminished. Some clearly disappointed, the workers slowly returned to their meals and conversations.

“Piece of trash,” Mike grumbled as he poured Jenny a fresh glass.

Sniffing, she turned to face the bar, shooting a diffusing, charming wink to the man on the other side of the empty stool who still stared. “Sorry fer the disturbance,” Jenny murmured with an apologetic smile at the bartender. “I can take off too.”

Mike chuckled at her, and set a fresh drink on her napkin. “Stay as long as you like, honey. Drinks on me. Get you something to eat?”

Jenny lifted her whiskey and offered the bartender a little toast. “Ya go’ them little fried pickle things?”

The bartender ushering the lurking aurin waitress to scamper back out to refill drinks, he reached to turn the music to something more lively and nodded. “Sure do. I’ll have them right out for you.”

As he stepped away to lean in the kitchen door, Jenny let out a long, heavy breath. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Setting her elbows on the bar she lifted her glass and drained half of it. Blue eyes turning distant for a moment her gaze finally drifted down to her napkin. She focused on it, frowning as she noted the pale markings showing through the fibers, then turned it over to read.

end of the bar

The young woman hesitated, then glanced up, her eyes following the bar around till they found the man sitting in the last bench. Jeremy. Her shoulders sank, but the smile that turned up her features was genuine, and she tipped her glass a little towards him. There was no getting out of this one.

Jeremy beamed back at Jenny, raising his glass in reply. With a dutiful scoot backwards he stood from the bench and weaved his way through the dispersing gawkers toward her. “Well well well,” he hummed at her with a smirk. “That was something. Ten out of ten, Jenny - that guy didn’t see that coming. Neither did I, come to think of it.”

Jenny returned a smirk in kind, gesturing to the now empty seat beside her. “One reason I don’t often wear necklaces,” she teased. Then, more seriously, “How much did ya hear?”

He tilted his head at the question, holding his smirk in place. “Enough that I have some questions for you,” he responded, blinking at her, and lifting a hand to place on her shoulder. His eyes scanned her up and down, brows raising slightly. “You alright, though?”

Jenny glanced to the front door of the establishment before smiling and putting a hand on his. “Hmmm, better now…. An’ after all that I s'pose I don’ got much of an excuse t’ not answer you,” she added with a good-natured smile.

“Suppose not,” he confirmed slyly as he turned and rested his elbows back upon the bartop.  "Though first off - you need to tell me where you learned those moves from because… damn,“ his hands splay out a bit and he broke into a chuckle. "Seriously,” he leaned towards her, voice lowering, “that was just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you do. I mean - almost. It’s up there.”

Jenny’s fleeting look of surprise turned into a mischievous grin, finding herself feeling suddenly pleased that he’d enjoyed the little show, and she leaned in as well. “Oh, that ol’ trick? Honestly? Saw someone fail ta pull it off in a movie years back an’ though’ I could do a 'ole lot better. Got a lot more tricks where tha’ came from.”

“Seems like that could come in handy,” he murmured, sliding his hand around her back and using their closeness as an excuse to kiss her cheek. He pulled back, looking at her, smirk fading subtly as he did. “So,” he made a small up-nod of his head towards the door. “Who was that guy to you? Pretty clear he was unhappy to see you well before you broke his face.”

_ _ _ _ _

Jenny strode out of the Nebula, fitting a sack of emergency rations (Marko’s leftovers from breakfast) into her canvas pack. She could hear the engine of the ship she’d called in for and glanced back to the other few who’d decided to come along on the little field trip.

Fishing her datachron out of her pocket, she double checked her messages. heeeeey. So if I send you some coords how fast do you think you can make it out to Wilderrun?

How fast? Please. In spite of her rush and the weight of worry for the stranded trio, she couldn’t help but smirk. It’d been one trouble after another with small intermissions since the start. Since before the start. Jenny grinned and double checked their destination. For a minute – naw – more like a few seconds she was upset for not being taken along. But it was an impulsive, fleeting emotion that was easily discarded. She couldn’t blame him for asking her to stay. She’d have done the same, even if it was only supposed to be a quick there and back before poor Bron crashed his newly fixed ship.

Other people’s troubles are a good distraction from my own, he had told her. The afternoon at Cliff’s bar seemed to have been a forever ago. Where they had agreed to show their cards – well, the ones they were most willing to share. He had spied on Seth for her instead of leaving when things got bad. He’d come back after Malgrave and risked his life for them, gotten shot, and kept her awake in the dataspace when all she wanted to do was sleep and not wake up. Jenny sat herself in one of the two pilot’s seats, adjusted her pistols at her hips, and fastened her seatbelt with a resolved click. Now it was her turn.

Besides, if she was being honest, Jenny liked being the cavalry.

[thatdarnblogagain]

Top 10 Random Movies for 2017

2017 looks like a year of endless possibilities but to the constant movie goer, it is a year of going into cinema doors so often that they may as well be revolving. So I figured why not share a list of movies that will make me dash to the cinema like it is the toilet and I just had the poo poo platter deluxe,..not the best comparison.

Number 10: Power Rangers (March, 24th, 2017)

Now hear me out! When I first saw this films trailer back in 2016, I said “Nope”. But then after seeing the newest trailer, I felt like  there was something hopeful here. Now please understand, this is a very weary choice but the nostalgic side of me has me thinking this could be a surprise hit or at least a fun little romp for families or fans of the original series like myself.

Number 9: All the DC movies

Wonder Woman (June, 2nd, 2017)

Justice League (November, 17th, 2017)

2016 was not a good year for DC, in fact they took two of the biggest Ls any one in movie industry could have with turds like Batman vs Superman and Suicide Squad. But like the little engine that could and because Warner Brothers refuses to say quit, 2017 sees the possibility of maybe a good DC film in the form of Wonder Woman starring Gal Gadot and Justice League starring Ben Affleck. The footage show for both films looks slightly promising and since I am a fan of superhero films, I am totally gonna watch regardless...and you know you will too, even if you wait for it to be dirt cheap,or on blu-ray, in your friends house.

Number 8: John Wick Chapter 2 ( February, 10th, 2017)

Honestly this is kind of an unexpected one in terms of sequels because the original ended on a pretty satisfying note plus, how would they make a sequel...kill his new dog? But like anything that makes a ton of money, it gets a sequel (looking at you Transformers and Fast and the Furious) and while there is a huge possibility that this could totally suck or fall short of the original, there is every possibilty that it will be as fun a surprise as Mr.Wick’s first foray into Cinemas. And let’s not forget, Lawrence Fishburne aka Morpheus himself is in there so this could be good.

Number 7: Kingsman 2 (October, 6th, 2017)

The first Kingsman was awesome. Blistering action, over the top story and a great cast of characters. The second one seeks to build on the first film’s foundation by taking the team to America to meet the Statesmen group (Kingsman US equivalent) and even seeing Colin Firth return despite having gotten a headbutt from a bullet in the original.

Number 6: Kong - Skull Island (March, 10th, 2017)

Keeping it simple. Group of adventurers and Mercenaries venture into a mysterious island and things go far south (figuratively) when they realize the monkeys there can grow far bigger than a few bananas can appease. Plus there are dinosaurs and all manner of weird creatures to run from so you know...turn your brain off and enjoy another attempt at the legendary monster. Just be better than Godzilla from a few years back and we will be fine.

Number 5: Ghost in the Shell (March 31st, 2017)

Well, it could be good. The visuals and characters seem faithful to the original anime movie, plus the story also seems to be closely related to the source material. Yeah the lead is not Asian and this is a problem that needs to be addressed because there are actors of all ethnicities with amazing talent who deserve a shot but of course the star power of Scarlett Johansson can not be denied.  I expect this to possibly surprise naysayers, like Dr.Strange did when the white washing claims arose there.

Number 4: War for the Planet of the Apes (July 14th, 2017)

This looks to be the conclusion of the prequel series to the classic Planet of the Apes. The two prior films have been well received so this was a no brainer. Despite everyone knowing how this will all end, it seems like it is the journey and not the destination people are concerned about.

Number 3:  The Lego Batman movie (February 10th, 2017)

You want to talk about surprises where films are concerned. The Lego movie was a surprise hit, thanks in part to the appearance of Batman in there. His humorous turn made both adults and children alike leave the cinema saying he should get his own film. Fast forward to 2017 and your wish has been granted. Every trailer has been hilarious and the reveal of various Batman foes and allies a welcome surprise for all interested in the film.

Number 2: All the Marvel Movies

Guardians of the Galaxy (May, 5th, 2017)

 Spider Man Homecoming (July, 7th, 2017)

Logan (March, 23rd, 2017)

Thor Ragnarok (November, 3rd, 2017)

Marvel has yet to make a misstep at the Box office with even Thor 1/Thor 2 and Avengers 2 still making profits even if they are were only ok films. So with Logan, Spider-Man Home Coming, Guardians of the Galaxy and even Thor Ragnarok it looks to be yet another year of raking in the cash for Marvel...and even more cameos from Stan Lee himself because we all really go to those movies to see him.

Number 1: Star Wars - The Last Jedi (December, 15th, 2017)

Star Wars-The Force Awakens was a return to form for the live action series and Rogue One was just that nos boost to the vehicle that George Lucas made so long ago. The Last Jedi picks up with the possibility of Rey and Luke Skywalker possibly training together or going off on some adventure that will once again enamor us to the franchise san prequel series. May it be a fine swan song for the late Princess Carrie Fisher aka Princess Leia and her mother.