#STUPID 18+ MOVIES DAMMIT!!

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Time sensitive question guys: how do y'all heal from getting fucking terrified at 11pm 😭

Wow i ended up ranting in the tags ksmsozmlzm sorry

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The Odyssey Fucks Hard [Poolverine, 18+]

AKA: how the movie woulda went if I was at the table

Additional tags: ermmmm very gay 🤭 pain kink most def, lacks foreplay just right into the nasty, also a slight bit of degradation but not much

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He's fucking grinning. Logan doesn't know why, there's blood in his teeth and a blade in his fucking abdomen, but he's grinning. Maybe he likes it when prey fights back? Or, better yet, maybe he likes it when someone can keep up.

Wade's still talking - when is he fucking not? You'd think in some bad ass fight scene like this one, the motherfucker would attempt to indulge. You know, less yapping and more punching. Then again, the man wouldn't be able to shut his goddamn mouth if it literally sewn shut. Sources? I won't elaborate.

Nonetheless, Logan's on top of him, and he's got a set of claws tucked neatly into his side. Wade arches up with a hiss, and they're pressed together, and *Christ*, the man's all muscle. Surely it's to be expected, but Logan doesn't enjoy using his brain often. It's not that he's stupid, he just... doesn't care enough to think. Neither does Wade, clearly, his next strained words a testament to that.

"No cup? I mean, you're prehistoric, so I know there's probably not a lot of swimmers left, but it's the principle, you know?"

Logan growls, fangs bared as his other hand swipes up to promptly wrap around the other's throat. He squeezes with a vegence, eyes narrowed and face twisted up in a bitter fury.

"Shut the fuck up. You haven't shut your mouth for one goddamn second since you showed up."

This prompts Wade to smirk, a sight hidden beneath the mask, but the way the eyes of it crinkle up is more than enough proof. Logan hates him. Logan doesn't think he could possibly hate anyone- or anything, more.

"Ooh, fiesty. Watch it, Wolvie, I'm into degradation. At least take me to dinner, first."

Logan snarls, grabbing a fistful of Wade's mask to yank his head to the side, slamming it into the nearest window. The man groans, a sound that Logan all-too happily chooses to relish in. They're still pressed together, chest to chest and hip to hip, and- holy fuck, is he genuinely twitching beneath me?

The anger on his face gives way to shock, if only for a moment, before that ever-present scowl is returning with a vengeance. Alas, he is a man, a man who is in constant denial of enjoying things simply because he doesn't believe he deserves it. Still, that doesn't stop his own dick from twitching weakly in interest, making Wade's head shoot up.

God dammit, he could practically hear the amusement in his voice.

"Is that a claw, or are you just happy to see me?"

He doesn't even have time to finish his sentence before Logan's claws are embedding themselves deeper into his side, as much of a promise as it is a warning. Wade's head falls back with a throaty groan. He is getting off to this, the kinky son of a bitch.

Still, no one addressed the elephant in the room, both figuratively and literally. Sure, it's been brought up, but the real question is, what is going to be done about it?

Wade's still talking a mile a minute, and Logan's sanity is slipping through his fingers.

"Calm down, baby girl, no need to blow a fuse. Sex is a perfectly normal thing that happens when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much, there's nothing to be ashamed about-"

You'd think a man that was almost 200 wouldn't have the kind of speed Logan does, but then again, Logan is not your average man. He's ripping Wade's mask up with a quickness even light itself would envy, meeting his lips in something of a kiss. Sure, it's all teeth and tongue, and he's growling like a pissed off bitch in heat, but... it's a kiss, as far as Wade's concerned!

As far as Logan's thought process goes, though, he just wanted quiet in the peanut gallery.

For the first time in this history of Marvel Universe, Wade Wilson is quiet. The air itself is silent, waiting on a baited breath to see what happens next - only broken by Logan's growling.

Logan doesn't break the kiss, not even as he begins to undress the man beneath him. The Wolverine is a man of many things, but patience is not a virtue he possesses, nor particularly cares for. A single claw extends to cut Wade's suit off him, resulting in a whine of pure despair.

"Hey, I was fondled like a French girl for that goddamn suit! Careful with the merchandise."

Logan cuts off his yapping with a particularly rough nip to the lip, sending the welcome taste of copper spreading over his parched tongue. The claws are on his own suit now, and for a moment, he's tempted to look for the zipper just to spite the other - but then again, his dick's throbbing and he'd honestly rather skip the formalities.

Unceremoniously, the suit is cut away, and soon enough, the pair are pressed closer together than pussy lips in a g-string. Wade's scars extend far below the collar, Logan's come to realize, and he retracts his claws only to temporarily ghost his fingertips along the divets in his skin. The gentleness doesn't last for long, though - as soon as he finds the hem of Wade's boxers, those, too, are being torn away.

Wade fucking giggles, twirling a strand of non existent hair as his other hand comes to cover his dick - not that it mattered much. If Wade Wilson had anything to be proud of, it was his fucking cock. His hand didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Careful, shnookums, I'm shy."

Now, a better man would've maybe indulged in some foreplay, maybe even prep. But Wade's a big boy, he can take it. Plus, maybe the stretch will give that mouth something else to focus on besides being the most insufferable being on the planet.

And so, Logan rather unceremoniously spits into his palm, before stroking himself. One pump, two pump, three, before he's deemed himself ready. He knocks Wade's hand away, before thinking better of it, and uses his own free hand to grab both his wrists and pin them above his head. The resulting smirk is instantaneous, and Logan can fucking see the gears in his head turning, preparing for another snippy remark.

Logan decides that he simply won't give him the chance.

His hips are pushing forward, brutal and impatient, and the initial stretch has them both gasping like a fish out of water. His grip on Wade's wrists tighten, bushy eyebrows furrowing as his mouth parts in a silent groan. His eyes flutter closed as he tries to focus on anything other than how freakishly tight Wade's ass is.

And Wade, he isn't much better off. If Deadpool is anything, it's a goddamn pain slut, and the sudden burn has stars exploding behind scarred eyelids. It's a strained grunt, more akin to a whimper, and his cock jumps angrily against his belly.

For once, the Merc with a Mouth has nothing to say - and not because he didn't want to, but because he can't.

There's something triumphant in Logan's eyes at that, a selfish sort of victory. A cruel, condescending smirk as he leans closer, tilting his head minutely. The pace he's settled into, it's rough, punishing, and Wade's brain simply isn't working as quickly as his mouth. The man's attempting to babble, but all he can muster is a few broken whines, and a guttural 'Jesus fucking Christ.'

"If I knew that cock was all it took to get that fuckin' mouth o' yers' quiet, I would've stuffed this fuckin' hole hours ago."

The Odssey fucks hard, Wade reckons, but Wolverine fucks harder.

[readyforthegarden]

Season of the Witch - Part One

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader, Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Danny always told you, you shouldn't play with things you don't fully understand. When trying your hand at magic, you accidentally summon something more than you bargained for. Now stuck, you try to find a way to rid yourself of him, but what if the only way of ridding yourself of him is dying?

Warnings: mentions of witchcraft, angst, slight physical altercation 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!

WC: 2128

Nothing your best friend Danny had told you stayed in your mind. You wanted revenge. You wanted your ex to hurt, the way he had hurt you. Was hurting you. Flaunting the girl he’d cheated on you with around town and all over social media like you weren’t posted on there barely two weeks ago. That was all gone. The carnival photos when he won you a stuffed bunny rabbit, the beach trip photos from your summer vacations together. Two years of holidays, birthdays, and special occasions, wiped from the timeline of history.

One morning, you’re out to brunch, giggling and flirting over mimosas, and by dinner, everything you’d left at his apartment was packed and in the trunk of your car as he told you ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ while his phone buzzed and a picture of another girl kept appearing on the screen. 

“Don’t do anything with bad intentions.” Danny reminded you as he begrudgingly handed you his personal grimoire. You rolled your eyes as you took it, stuffing it into your bag. “I’m serious. The universe listens to everything, and sends back what you put out tenfold. This isn’t shit to play around with.”

“Okay mom.” you replied in a mocking tone. 

“Hey.” Danny’s hand grabbed your upper arm, the cool metal of his rings chilling your skin. His hazel eyes bore down into yours as you glared at him. “I’m serious. Karma is real, and I don’t want you to do anything stupid.”

“I’m fine. I’m just going to do some protection sigils and need the book to make sure I do them right.” you rolled your eyes. Danny eyed you closely with disbelief, but ultimately let you go, letting you leave his home with some incense and sage, and a few crystals he believed would aid you in protecting your heart and soul. 

You tossed it all immediately to the side when you got home, as you pulled out the book, flipping through the pages to find the one you saw long ago, when Danny first told you he was into witchcraft and showed you his little black spell book. You had laughed to yourself, flipping through it thinking it was going to be all Harry Potter-type charms and spells that would never work, but Danny explained to you that magic wasn’t like how it was in movies and on TV. It was more manifesting and energy than hocus pocus. You let him teach you a few things here and there, blowing cinnamon into your doorway for prosperity on the first of the month, how to properly ventilate a space that you’re cleansing to make sure you’re getting rid of negative energy the right way.

But tucked away in the back of the book were some pages of things he’d found online, and was too afraid to try. A banishing spell wouldn’t do much to your ex, freezing his name on a piece of paper in ice with the intention of him disappearing. He’d only disappear with that girl he was fucking while you picked out a new shower curtain for his bathroom, to live in bliss and completely forget how he fucked you over. You briefly wondered if there was a curse that would give him warts on his less than impressive dick. 

The page you were looking for wasn’t there, tattered edges where it had been ripped from the binding. The curly haired fucker knew you better than anyone else.

“Dammit Danny!” you tossed the book across the room in anger, cursing the man under your breath. After a few moments, you pulled your laptop from the coffee table and into your lap, propping it open and clicking the internet browser icon furiously. Once you closed the twelve windows that opened in your rush, you pulled up a search engine, typing in ‘revenge spells’.

Scrolling through the results, you rolled your eyes at the dramatics of some of the sites, some were calling for you to collect your enemy’s tear drops, another for you to ritually sacrifice a small animal. Finally, you came across a simple, easy spell you could do. It instructed you to draw rune-like sigils on the ground, and to place something that bound you to the person you were trying to rid yourself of in the middle of them. You’d left the stuffed bunny at his place, not wanting to ever touch it again after it sat on the bed during his extracurricular activities. Glancing around you, tried to find something left of his, but you’d left no trace of him. That was what you thought, until you looked down at your hand, spotting the ring he’d given you on your three month anniversary. A small, black heart with gold filigree wound around it, and small cubic zirconia gems embedded in it, with one in the center. 

Sliding it off the middle finger of your right hand, you set it in the middle of the floor, and stood up, going to the kitchen and grabbing the pencil you left by your notepad on the fridge for your grocery lists. You began drawing the sigils, scratching the pencil lead into the shitty, scuffed up wood flooring of your home. When that was complete, you gathered as many candles as you had, placing them evenly around the circle and lighting them. Once everything was ready, you repeated the incantation the website told you to three times.

“For the hurt you gave me, I pay it back twice. For the hurt you gave me, I pay it back thrice. For the hurt you gave me, I pay it all back.” you felt your anger boiling up inside you as you repeated, nearly shouting them on the last round, feeling the energy in the room shift. A gust of wind whipped around the room, blowing your hair into your face and snuffing out the candles. You noticed once they were out, the sunshine that was beaming through your windows was gone, the sky dark with storm clouds as thunder rumbled. Or what you thought was thunder.

The coffee table began to shake, the art on your walls rattling and you jumped, falling onto your bottom as your television stand quaked so much the TV fell forward, screen shattering to the floor. Your hands had risen to your face to protect your eyes from the glass shards, and when you lowered them, the shaking stopped. Your jaw dropped, a scream building but dying in your dry throat as you took in the vision before you. 

A man stood in your living room, barefoot amongst the glass shards. His teeth were blindingly white as he grinned down at you, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. Two simple words were all it took for you to realize you’d made a big, huge mistake. 

“You rang?”

You stared at the man in front of you, his charming, sly grin never wavering as you gawked at him in shock and fear. His frame was slender under the deep red suit jacket he wore, just a beaded harness underneath, a small gap of skin between the bottom and his matching red pants. But as he held out his arms to his sides, as if expecting a welcoming hug from you, you could see strong muscles flexing when he moved. His face was painted with a thin mustache, and small connecting goatee, letting his thick, long hair be the main focus. His eyes were dark, and the flickering of your lights made them appear more sinister than anything. After a few moments, he dropped his arms to his sides and huffed. 

“You’re flattering me, really.” he rolled his eyes, stepping towards you. Broken glass crunched beneath his bare feet but he never once winced. You could feel your body trembling as he knelt in front of you. He reached out, placing his fingers under your chin and lifting it up, effectively closing your slack-jawed mouth. “But didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s impolite to stare?”

“What….what are you doing here?” you breathed out, your voice quiet and meek. “Who are you?” the man grinned again.

“You summoned me.” he answered simply, looking back at the sigils on the floor, then around the room. His hand still held your chin in a soft grip. “I tend to make an entrance, you should’ve prepared more for me. All this destruction.” he tsked at you and you shook your head.

“I didn’t.” you squeaked. “I didn’t summon anything! Don’t touch me!” you stood up, moving away from this strange man, and darted to your kitchen, beginning to pull open the drawers, looking for anything that could be a weapon.

“Looking for this?” you spun around, and the man was barely a centimeter away from you, holding the large chefs knife you were rifling frantically for. You swore it was in the drawer where you’d tucked it away after washing it the other day. Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling your life slipping from you incredibly fast as you eyed him. He smiled softly, a strange juxtaposition from the way he wielded the weapon in his hand. “It wouldn’t work on me. I’m not like you.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked in a whisper, feeling the sting of tears prick your eyes. Your life was about to end, and it was all your fault. You should’ve listened to Danny.

“Not unless you want me to.” The man gave a small shrug, a sly grin on his face again as he set the knife down on the counter behind him, moving closer. “Is that why you summoned me? Need some pain with your pleasure?”

“I didn’t fucking summon you!” you pushed him back and moved into the living room. “I was trying to curse my ex, see?” you used the toe of your shoe to move dirt and glass out of the way, showing him the sigils. “Curse, not summoning!” the man stared at the circle, curiously flitting his eyes around before grinning.

“The little fawn tried to run before she could even walk.” He looked up at you, pursing his lips as if holding onto a secret, before deciding to share it with you anyway. “Three of your markings are wrong.” he glanced at the laptop, tapping the trackpad and the now cracked screen lit up. His eyes scanned the page in front of him and he snorted smugly. “This is completely wrong.”

“Oh, and you’re an expert on witchcraft?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. The man glanced at you before continuing to scroll through the page. 

“More so than you.” he bit back. As you watched him, you slid your hand to the back of your jeans, feeling your phone resting in the pocket there. Your hand grasped it. If you could just send a 911 text to Danny, he’d be there in an instant, and could hopefully send this thing back to wherever it belonged.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you.” the man murmured. You froze, and he looked up at you. “We’re bonded, little fawn. I go, you go.” he raised his left hand, and your ring that had been in the center of the circle was firmly on his ring finger. 

“How did you-“

“You humans are all the same.” he rolled his eyes, standing up. “You’re the most predictable creatures. You call for help, and then what? Best case scenario, no one dies and I take you back with me to my realm. Worst case, I kill everyone, including you, and I take your soul back with me to my realm.”

“This was a mistake!” you cried. “I didn’t want this! You can’t force me to be bonded to you!” Suddenly, he was pinning you to the wall, his face so close, so frightening you squeezed your eyes shut. His hands were gripping your arms tightly, you worried there’d be bruises there when he let go.

“Mistake or no, you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.” he growled lowly. “Maybe this will teach you not to play with arts you know nothing of.” 

“Are you a demon?” you asked, opening your eyes. The tip of his nose nearly brushed against yours as he smirked. He closed his eyes and took in a large breath, as if inhaling your fear and scent all in one.

“Something like that.” he answered. You let out a shaky breath, making him smirk even more. “Little Fawn, you’re trembling.”

“I-I,” you felt overwhelmed. The hundreds of thoughts running through your brain, the regret, the panic and anxiety, everything was hitting you all at once, and you felt hot tears spilling down your cheeks. And suddenly, everything was black.

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[whooambouttamakeanameformyself]

Beautiful Bloodshed.

Otis Driftwood x Transmasc! Reader. (18+)

(Chapter one)

Hello friends! This is going to have several chapters since I want it to be a slow burn romance that starts before the events of House Of 1000 Corpses and ends in between House Of 1000 Corpses and Devil's Rejects (I know we all love young Otis.)

Warnings: Murder, Violence, Abuse, Swearing (a fuck ton of that), Blood, Guts, Gore, Cult Activities, Human Sacrifices, Ritualistic Sex, Sex in general, Drinking, Recreational Drug use, Smoking, Kidnapping, Necrophillia. I mean it's Otis man.... I can't really help what he does, if you've seen the movie then you pretty much know what to expect from this story and Otis himself.

Summary: You meet Otis and baby one day at Spaulding's, you become good friends with baby and start hanging out with her (and sometimes Otis). You pass by Otis's room many times while his door is open, allowing you to see all of the art hung on his walls. It intrigues you. You ask Baby about his art and she tells you a little about it, you ask more questions and she suggests you just go ask him, which you decline quickly. You aren't afraid of Otis (not by a longshot) you just didn't want to bother him with stupid questions, especially since you probably wouldn't understand the philosophical answers he gave you. Baby takes your hand and drags you to Otis's room where he's sitting reading a book. She pretty much tells him to tell you about his art and he agrees (a little too quickly and with a bit more excitement than usual.)

He shows you the art on his walls first, telling you a little bit about them, and when you seem extremely interested in his work he decides to see how you'll react to some of his... other... art. Starting with the bone sculptures.

(Written in third person.)

Enjoy>:)

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It was a cool spring evening in Ruggsville Texas, and Y/N was spending their time doing one of their favorite things... gossiping to Captain Spaulding. Spaulding was a good friend to them (who could sometimes act like a dad in certain situations), a friend who loved to listen to the fucked up shit Y/N's friends and family were up to, and tonight's story was funny as hell.

Spaulding stood leaning against the counter next to the cash register, listening to Y/N tell him about their friend Pamela, a girl a year younger than him who was a little... off her rocker.

"So her boyfriend cheats on her, yeah? And what does she do? She paints the word 'Cheater' across his trailer in red paint while he was at work. Then she goes to his work and used the spare key to his car that he gave her to get into his car, I swear this bitch left a fuckin dead ass Armadillo in his car and dumped a shit ton of used condoms in the back seat!" Y/N says, causing Spaulding to bust out laughing, damn near doubled over. "God damn! Where the hell did she get a dead Armadillo? And where the hell did the condoms come from?!" Spaulding asked damn near unable to speak from laughing.

"The Armadillo was on the side of the road, and I don't even wanna know how she got so many used condoms!" Now Y/N was laughing, the sound of the bell above the front door going unnoticed by both of them.

Otis stood in the doorway of Captain Spaulding's, the sound of laughing stopping him dead in his tracks. He could hear Spaulding's usual snorting laugh but there was another laugh... it was different... not like the laughs of the nasty men who usually hung around Spaulding's gas station, it was like music. His eyes landed on the figure standing infront of the counter, their body shaking with laughter.

After the laughter died down Spaulding finally noticed him, standing there with the front door still open.

"God dammit, boy! Ya lettin' out all my AC! Come in or get the fuck out!" Spaulding yelled at him, giving him a scowl. This outburst caused Y/N to turn around to see who his friend was yelling at, he was very surprised to see a white haired guy standing there.

Otis quickly recovered, walking in the rest of the way, giving Spaulding a bitter look. "You. You and I need to talk." He pointed to Spaulding, which earned him a nod from the clown who looked like he wanted to say something, but held his tongue. He turned to Y/N, giving him an apologetic look. "Sorry, Y/N, I gotta talk to this asshole, we'll continue when I'm done."

Y/N kept himself busy by looking at all the oddities in display cases while the white haired man (you now know is called Otis, thanks to Spaulding yelling his name quite a few times) and Spaulding were arguing over something Y/N honestly couldn't give less of a shit about. Y/N saw a blonde woman enter the shop in the reflection of the glass display case that held a mummified monkey, she completely ignored the two men arguing, choosing to focus her attention on the only other person in the building, Y/N. She approached him, standing beside him and looking at the mummified monkey, trying to figure out what was so interesting about it. "You're really interested in this monkey, huh?" She giggled.

Y/N giggled aswell, looking over at her. "Not really, I'm just trying to ignore the toddlers back there arguing over the last grape." The woman rolled her eyes, playfully nudging him. "Ah, ignore them! They get a kick outta fighting. Hey, you know Spaulding? How come I ain't met ya before?"

Y/N shrugged. "Dunno, I'm here sporadically so maybe it's just cuz I'm never here when ya'll come around?" He'd vaguely recalled seeing the two leaving as he was pulling in once but he might be wrong.

"Well I'm Baby, and that guy bitchin' at Cutter is Otis!" She said excitedly, letting out another laugh. "You got a name? Or do I just pick one for ya?"

"Y/N, nice to meet ya, Baby!" He grinned, holding his hand out for her to shake, which she shook excitedly.

Y/N and Baby talked about music and shit while the two men continued to argue, it turns out, the two of them had pretty similar music taste! They talked so much that they hadn't realized the two men had finished arguing and were now just staring at the two. Eventually Otis got tired of watching them and approached Baby, telling her they had to get back home. Baby groaned and looked back to Y/N.

"Sorry, I gotta get goin', you should come over some time! We can listen to music together!" She gasps "and paint eachother's nails!" Her excitement caused Y/N to let out a soft laugh, watching as Otis pulled her toward the door.

"Door is always open if ya wanna visit! Spaulding will give you directions!" She called, giving him a deranged smile as Otis pulled her out the door. Once the door was closed Spaulding let out a deep sigh, turning his attention back to Y/N. "Alright, kid, where were we?" He asked, moving to lean on the counter once again. Y/N chuckled, approaching the counter. "I was about to tell you what Pam did after the dead Armadillo and the used condoms!"

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End of Chapter One.

Thank you all for putting up with my BS :p

[rioreeve]

Zach & Skyler Self-Para

//Rosie's Diner. Nov 18, early afternoon.

The talk he had with Ria was something he kept thinking about since she left; he wanted to go to Courtney himself, but what if she wouldn't want to talk to him at all without Ria's intro? It would be for the better if he waited for his turn, let the girls talk first. He tried reading a book he'd started before the outbreak but, for some reason, he couldn't focus and the whole situation reminded him of some high school drama he'd never been a part of. At first, cleaning sounded like a good idea but this also turned out too difficult a task to stick to, and Zach found himself playing with one of his butterfly knives, absentmindedly watching the blade as it moved. Has Ria talked to Courtney yet or not?

A sound loud enough to reach his floor broke him out of that state and made Zach flinch. What the hell was that? He slid the knife into his back pocket and left Doom in the condo as he walked outside to investigate. Everything seemed perfectly normal, even though he was sure it sounded like a gunshot to him, and now he started feeling stupid for thinking that someone would have a reason to shoot a gun in-... No, it made perfect sense, actually.

Muffled sounds that followed the supposed gunshot only made his heart skip a beat. Zach shut the door behind him and knocked on his neighbor's door.

"Court? Are you okay? Are you there?" Silence. He sighed. "If you can hear me, stay in there, okay?" No answer. Hopefully, she would stay there if she was home at all.

Zach made his way to the stairs and started running downstairs, wondering what could have happened and what he would see down there. The sounds grew louder and louder with each floor and it was pretty clear that something horrible was happening somewhere in the diner area when he reached the third floor. It's also there where he bumped into a man he didn't recognize. With all the yelling and panic so audible in everyone's voices, Zach's heart was racing, and his jog down the stairs didn't help much.

"What the fuck is going on down there? Who are you?"

The other man unlocked the door to what must have been his apartment and ran inside without a single word, but something was telling Zach he wasn't just ignoring the question. As he stood there, waiting for his reaction, two residents passed him, rushing upstairs in panic, and a man who introduced himself as "Skyler, a new resident", emerged from the apartment, holding a gun.

"Some girl turned into one of those dead fuckers, she bit someone and I ran 'ere to get a gun. They're in the diner. Come with me, you got any weapon?" Skyler stopped, arching a brow, and when Zach pulled out his knife – only now realizing he had taken it with him – he nodded. "Good. Now come on!"

The two made the rest of the way to the diner together, fingers wrapped tightly around their weapons of choice. The diner looked like a horror movie set; there was blood, some people were trying to run to safety while others did their best to protect themselves and their fellow residents from the zombies. Plural. Great. What a horrible sight it was. Zach and Skyler could feel the adrenaline take over as they watched the chaos unfold before their eyes.

Zach turned to Skyler with a pat on his shoulder, pointing at one of the dead but exceptionally animated residents. "Alright, let's help them."

"Yeah, I think I can shoot this one," he replied, trying to get closer to his target as he reloaded the gun. Avoiding other people wasn't so easy now, but he risked it anyway and managed to shoot the zombie in the neck. "Fuck! Missed his head!" The creature that once was a young man was now charging in Skyler's direction, its milky eyes focused on him as it pushed past other residents. "God fuckin' dammit, too many people!" He stood there, stubbornly waiting for an opportunity to shoot the zombie even if it would be too late for a safe dodge.

A new guy or not, Zach wasn't going to just stand there and let someone die such a stupid death. He shifted his focus from another zombified resident to the one that was so determined to get Skyler, and he launched himself onto one of the tables, the knife he was holding piercing the creature's neck, the metal penetrating the flesh. Unfortunately, it didn't go deep enough to permanently kill the zombie. It fell to the ground in sporadic convulsions, but its heightened survival instincts helped it figure out what the problem was, reach the knife, and remove it from its neck. It struggled to get up and managed to limp away until it was able to run again, but Zach had seen none of it. His eyes were on something else.

Courtney. She was lying there on the ground, motionless, covered in blood. This sight made him swallow hard as he slid off the table, running towards her as if the whole diner went quiet in a split second. His blood was boiling but his whole body felt cold at the same time. Only when Zach kneeled beside Courtney's body did he realize that a good part of her skull was now missing from the shot. The very gunshot he had heard back in his condo, the same that made him run downstairs. Unable to make a sound or even breathe, Zach cradled her in his arms, deaf to any sounds around him. The longer he held her, the more the reality sunk in, until he started weeping into her neck, his body jerking in a desperate fight for air from time to time. The adrenaline and unbearable pain of his loss were now the only fuel he was running on. He straightened up a bit to put her head on his lap and, with shaking hands, took his hoodie off so he could hide her fatal injuries from everyone's eyes. It was then that he noticed someone's shadow hovering over them.

"The fuck was that, you let that fucker get awa-" Skyler stopped mid-sentence, realizing what must have happened there. It hit him hard and he was surprised at how horribly sorry he felt for the stranger kneeling on the ground, holding his dead friend in his arms.

His voice wasn't even breaking when Zach uttered the angriest "Who did this to her" in his whole life, and yet, it still sounded void of any emotions. He didn't look up or move until Skyler, quite reluctantly, started talking.

"Look, she'd turned and there was nothin' anyone could do, he had to and you fuckin' know it!"

"Who did this to her?!"

At this point, the whole diner had heard the question anyway, so Skyler pressed his lips together into a thin line and shrugged his shoulders. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop him; he had seen that rage before. "It's a terrible idea, man... Roman shot her but there was nothin' we could do to save her, or anyone else. Do whatcha want, but there was no other way. Our death rate's way too high for my likin' already."

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 18 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

I didn't even look at Emily or Jason or that stupid fucking Benjamin Hernandez as I rushed out of the movie theater.

Thank God my car started because I did not want to stay in that parking lot near Sam, any longer.

Driving a few blocks down, I had to stop at a stop sign but I put my car in park instead of continuing.

I just needed a minute.

I let out an unsteady breath, letting everything sink in.

"What the fuck just happened?" I yelled, running my fingers through my hair.

"Did I just...? And then Sam..? What the fuck?"

I covered my face with my hands.

"Oh my God. How could I let it get that far?"

I felt sick to my stomach like I was gonna throw up all over the dashboard of my car but the queasy stomach wasn't from the kiss, it was from the gut wrenching feeling knowing I cheated on Kaitlyn.

"What the hell is wrong with me. I'm dating Kaitlyn and I just...?"

And I just kissed Sam.

No, made out with Sam.

I didn't know why but I just couldn't bring myself to say that out loud.

I sank lower in my seat as I groaned.

'Remember when I talked about those 'butterfly feelings'?

Well, I now understand that feeling but instead of a bunch of butterflies, it was a colony of bats in my stomach when I kissed Sam.

I had never felt so much emotion through one kiss.

One passionate and aggressively hot kiss.

Fuck.

First getting off to imaging Sam then full on making out with him in a movie theater bathroom.

What kind of shit was I on?

A honk brought me back from my thoughts.

I sat up and looked in my rear-view mirror to see a red Hyundai Sonata waiting for me to go.

Couldn't they just give me a minute?

God dammit.

I sighed as I put my car in drive and drove away.

My dad was passed out on the couch when I got home.

Based on the number of empty beer bottles on the side table, I could only assume that the one in his hand is probably his sixth.

I went to the fridge to fetch myself a water bottle when my cell-phone started to vibrate continuously.

A picture of Sam shined through my screen.

I stared, for what felt like an hour, at the small green icon on my screen, telling me to answer his call.

It finally stopped ringing then a second after, a text popped up in my notifications.

To: Noah Wright [Please call me.] From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:27 PM]

Hell no.

I couldn't speak to him right now.

What the fuck would I even say to him?

DING

To: Noah Wright

[Noah, can we please talk? You didn't have to run off.]

From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:27 PM]

DING

To: Noah Wright

[I left my date.]

From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:28 PM]

I gave in and tapped on the text which brought me into our messages.

To: Samuel Moretti

[What do you mean?]

From: Noah Wright [Today 10:29 PM]

DING

To: Noah Wright

[I mean, I told Ben I just wanted to be friends.]

From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:30 PM]

To: Samuel Moretti

[You shouldn't have done that for me.]

From: Noah Wright [Today 10:31 PM]

DING

To: Noah Wright

[It wasn't just for you. I wasn't going to lead him on.]

From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:31 PM]

DING

To: Noah Wright

[Can you come over to my place, please? Can we can talk in person and not through texting?]

From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:32 PM]

To: Samuel Moretti

[I'm with Kaitlyn.]

From: Noah Wright [Today 10:33 PM]

I left it at that and I watched the text bubbles pop up and I waited to see what he'd say next but the bubbles disappeared.

Good, he got the message.

I didn't want to talk about it.

I clicked my cell-phone off and shoved it in my back pocket.

I went to my bedroom and laid in my bed and groaned into my pillow.

What am I going to do when I see Sam at school?

But I didn't have time to dwell on it as a familiar sound from my phone went off, notifying me that I had a text.

I looked at the screen and read Kaitlyn's name.

I punched in my code: 0713, to unlock my phone and read my text.

Mine and Kaitlyn's anniversary date.

'Ugh, I hated myself.'

[blujello]

1. I've told this story before but essentially my older sister let me play SC3 when i was like 6-ish bc she had it and i loved it but Siegfried scared the piss outta tiny me lmao

2. I've played all except Broken Destiny and Legends (tho i have every game including those two, i plan on playing them too)

3. Honestly a toss up between 1, 2 and 3 as i love all three (i like all the games obviously but those three are probably highest on the list)

4. Siegfried (i thought he was a girl)

5. Siegfried bc i love the range and just in general how he controls is fun to play (i love Kilik too tho)

6. Siegfried (specifically his SC3 design, bro looks beautiful and the armor looks great), Kilik again bc he looks great too (they both have face scars and look good), Aeon/Lizardman (I'm a furry/scalie so yknow this was natural)

7. Link and Ezio (Geralt was good too as far as theme but he was boring af personality-wise sorry *i haven't played as 2B yet but i like her so maybe her too but idk yet*)

8. Valeria for reasons, and Chester bc i love his design

9. Olcadan dammit bring him back i love him, he's silly and stupid

10. Honestly don't have one but Night Terror looks fuckn cool

11. Either Weapon Master or Mission Mode (Chronicles of the Sword too but idk if that counts)

12. Siegfried's story is mainly what got me so attached to his character, especially since while he's a good person, he's not necessarily a NICE person (as I've said he's a cocky little bitch and i love him for it), plus I'm a major sucker for redemption stories where a character genuinely struggles and bro struggles ALOT in his story but never gives up even when he fucks up royal

13. Soul Calibur, Double Crescent Blades and Jingu Staff from SC2, and as stupid as it looks Soul Calibur from SC4 is kinda cool and i sorta like it lmao (and Requiem from the games it's in It's simple but badass)

14. The stages with "Confrontation" as the theme song in 2 and 3, Ostreinsburg Chapel from SC2 (also bc of theme lmao), and Lost Cathedral from 3 (it's absolutely beautiful)

15. Sieg's theme in Soul Edge/Blade, Like i said in the last one "Confrontation" and "Raise Thy Sword", the Lost Cathedral theme in 3, and Ezio's theme in 5 (5 wasn't a great game but it had an absolute banger soundtrack)

16. "Sinners need no mercy...or sympathy" (the delivery is so good omg) (and a few others i just don't feel like listing them all lmao)

17. I love Zasalamel's SC4 ending bc it implies he's kinda watching over humanity with his reincarnation/immortal power and i like that it's kinda like a bittersweet peace for him

18. Neither bc i suck at both

19. Aside from Soul Edge/Blade (there's no contest there), i actually love SC5's opening with pre-time skip Siegfried fighting Nightmare, it looks fuckn awesome (just wish the rest of the game was good)

20. Some other dual wielder please we need more of them it's cool

21. For a realistic answer • honestly anyone from one of the medieval-esque Final Fantasy games (tho Bartz or Faris from FF5 would make me so happy, it wouldn't happen), for a pipe dream answer • either some kinda Pokemon (i.e Mewtwo, Lucario, Zoroark, Gardevoir, etc.), a Monster Hunter character, or a Fire Emblem character

22. The option to make female lizardmen please i just wanna make my ocs in peace

23. I love character creation, usually i just make ocs or alternative outfits for the cast

24. I wanna play online but I'm a weenie and i suck at these games even though i love them

25. Probably an anime or a mini series (i think it'd need more than just a movie's runtime to properly do the story unless they were just doing one game adaptation ig)

26. Ehhhh it's fine ig i like it, i think it's hilarious they made Siegfried such an emo weenie pretty boy (no hate to his VA tho Kirk Thornton did a great job imo)

27. Raphael being a vampire is certainly a choice, ig I'm so used to it since he's been that way since 3 so it doesn't bother me all too much but it's uhhhh yknow just kinda there

28. Bro wouldn't be able to move in that crystal armor, like it's pretty but damn impractical

29. They're.....there ig, Soul Calibur looks better than Soul Edge imo but they both just look like the SC1 versions

30. Honestly i never really use him but i like Aeon with all of them (SC1 Aeon is pretty good honestly even with not very good reach)

[justagalwhowrites]

Homecoming - DBF!Joel x Female Reader

It's been years since you moved away from home but you never stopped wishing your dad's best friend Joel Miller saw you as something more. Request from @reds-ramblings!

Pairing: DBF!Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: No Outbreak AU, legal age gap (Joel is 40 you are 26), SMUTTTTTTT oral (f receiving), p in v sex, one shot. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only!

Length: 4.4k (sorry guys, I got carried away)

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom. It was still that popcorn shit. Your mom had redone most of the house since you’d moved out but your room was still intact. Still had the movie posters, the caricatures of you with your best friends from trips to Six Flags in the summer, the mountain of stuffed animals that were covered in a fine layer of dust in a hammock that hung from the ceiling. 

It was a little like being in a museum, relics of who you’d been a decade ago when you’d first moved into this house in the Austin suburbs with your parents. You hadn’t known how to drive yet when you moved in here. You were a different person now. A different person who lived in Chicago and had a job you loved and still came running home to your childhood bedroom when shit got hard. 

You sighed, bouncing a tennis ball off the popcorn ceiling. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered, getting up and rifling through your suitcase. 

Your parents weren’t home. They wouldn’t be for a few more days - too busy lying on a beach in Maui - so you had the place to yourself. At least there was the pool. 

You found the sluttiest bikini you had since you’d be too embarrassed to wear it around your parents anyway but dammit you’d bought the stupid thing so you were going to wear it. You slid into it, admiring yourself in the mirror for a second. This would have looked way better on a beach in the Caribbean. This was a swim suit meant to make a man fuck you in the ocean. It was not a swim suit meant to be worn in your parents’ pool. But you needed something to feel good about. 

You put your earbuds in and pulled up your favorite playlist, dancing a little as you put on the gauzy white coverup, straw hat and flip flops before heading downstairs. 

It was almost like the shuffle mode on your playlist was reading your mind. Lizzo came on just as you made it to the kitchen and you turned it up as loud as you couldn’t without fully deafening yourself. 

“Why men great ’til they gotta be great?” You more yelled it than sang it, grabbing the tortilla chips and salsa you’d picked up on your way to the house the day before. You went into the freezer next, grabbing the frozen margarita pouch. 

“You coulda had a bad bitch, noncommittal,” you nudged the drawer closed with your leg. “Help you…HOLY SHIT.” 

You almost leapt out of your skin, dropping the plastic container of salsa and the bag of margarita to the tile floor. You clutched your heart that felt like it was threatening to burst out of your chest with one hand and tore your earbuds out with the other. 

Joel Miller was leaning against the counter, watching you and smiling, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Jesus Christ, Joel!” You panted, dropping the earbuds to the counter before leaning against it to keep from falling over. “What the fuck, man?” 

“Don’t stop on my account,” he smiled a little wider. “You were puttin’ on a great show…” 

“Ha ha,” you glared at him. 

“No, really, stadium quality performance there, Princess,” he said. “I’d buy tickets…” 

You rolled your eyes before bending over and picking up the mercifully still intact containers of salsa and frozen margarita, trying to not think about the fact that you were in the sluttiest bikini you’d ever owned in front of Joel fucking Miller. Joel Miller, your dad’s best friend. Joel Miller, guy who lived across the street. Joel Miller, man you’d basically been in love with since you were 16 years old. 

How was it that he’d gotten better looking? There should be limits on this shit, men who were as gorgeous as Joel Miller shouldn’t be allowed to get hotter as they aged. His graying hair made him look experienced, wiser somehow. The wrinkles around his eyes made his already gorgeous chocolate brown gaze look softer and sweeter. It was a dangerous combination. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, heart rate returning to normal. Or, normal for when Joel was in your immediate vicinity, anyway. 

“Your dad told me I could borrow a ladder,” he shrugged. “Said it was in the shed out back. Told me to let myself in. DIdn’t mention you’d be here. Promise I wasn’t trying to scare you.” 

“What kind of contractor doesn’t have a ladder?” You frowned. “Sounds like you’re falling down on the job, Miller.” 

“I don’t have it at my house because I left it on a job, Princess,” he stepped closer, smile shifting to more of a cocky smirk. “But needed one at home and didn’t really feel like drivin’ clear across Austin to pick it up. 

“But that’s beside the point, what are you doing here?” He asked. “Ain’t you some big time city girl now?” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Just decided to come home for a visit,” you replied. 

“While your parents are on vacation,” he said, skeptical. You narrowed your eyes at him. “C’mon, what’s goin’ on.” 

You sighed and groaned a little. 

“I was supposed to be in The Bahamas this week,” you said. “Booked it a few months back.” 

“So why aren’t you in The Bahamas this week?” He asked after you were silent for a minute. You rapped your fingers on the counter, nails clacking on the granite. 

“I got dumped, alright?” You groaned. “It was supposed to be a trip with my now ex for our one year anniversary but we broke up a month ago and now he’s in The Bahamas with Laurel from accounting.” 

“Shit,” Joel’s face fell a little. “I’m sorry that…” 

“It’s fine,” you sighed. “I wasn’t really that into him, honestly. I was surprised we lasted as long as we did. But I wasn’t about to sit in Chicago in April when I’d already bought enough bikinis to last a week on the beach. And hey at least there’s a fucking pool and it’s above freezing here.” 

When you mentioned the bikinis, his eyes finally left your face, quickly trailing up and down your body before looking back at your face. 

“He’s a fuckin’ idiot, Princess,” he said. “Promise there are better ones out there than that and lord knows you deserve better.” 

“Thanks,” you smiled a little. “Anyway, you’re here for a ladder, not to keep me company.” 

“Depends,” he nodded at the margarita pouch. “Got another one of those?” 

You scoffed. 

“C’mon,” you went into the freezer and grabbed another pouch. “The hell do you take me for?” 

You poured the drinks into the plastic margarita glasses your mom had bought for a party when you were a teenager and handed one to Joel before you both went outside. Joel sat on a lounge chair but you set your glass down on the edge of the pool, stepped out of your flip flops and draped your coverup on a chair next to him. 

“You’re getting in?” He asked. “Thought that was more of a… layin’ around swim suit thing you girls like to wear.” 

“Didn’t fly across the country to not get the suit wet,” you glanced over your shoulder at him. His eyes immediately rose from your ass to your face as you did. “You’re welcome to join me.” 

You jumped in the water, sinking down to the bottom, water so cold that it made your nipples harden and press against the thin fabric of the suit. You swam back to the surface and to the edge of the pool, grabbing your margarita. Joel was watching you. 

“You coming in or not?” You teased. 

“Don’t think I feel like goin’ and getting changed,” he said. 

“Never said you had to,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “Come on. You saw me dancing around my parents kitchen and heard my sob story. I think I can see you in your underwear.” 

He looked away from you for a moment, a twitch in his jaw, before he shook his head for a moment. 

“Alright, Princess,” he stood up and pulled off his shirt in one fluid movement. You were trying not to stare. It’s not like you’d never seen him without a shirt before. He’d been swimming at your house with your parents before. He took his shirt off when mowing the lawn and you’d peer through your window and watch him when you were a teenager. But this was the first time he’d taken his shirt off because you wanted him to and that fact almost made his biceps seem more sculpted, his chest more beautiful. His hands went to his jeans as he stepped out of his boots. He unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, starting to pull the denim down. “Your wish, my command.” 

“That is how I like it,” you took another drink. 

He stripped out of his jeans and down to his black boxer briefs. You resisted the urge to lick your lips at the sight of him, just a thin layer of fabric covering his thick, long cock. 

You shook yourself mentally. Yes, you’d had a crush on Joel for 10 years. Yes, you wanted him to fuck you six ways from Sunday. Yes, it looked like his cock would be far and away the largest you’d ever had. But he was your dad’s best friend and 14 years older than you. His daughter was closer to your age than he was. Nothing was going to happen. 

He jumped in the water, purposely landing close enough to you to splash you with it and you laughed, wiping the chlorinated water from your eyes. 

“Fuck that’s cold,” he said when he came up. “Feelin’ like you got me in here under false pretenses…” 

You swam for a bit, catching up on life, drinking your margaritas. Joel told you about Sarah, how she was doing at A&M and about one client he’d been stuck with who kept changing shit half way through the project. 

“Swear to God the next time this woman changes her tile, I’m driving off a fuckin’ bridge,” he said. 

You told him about your life in Chicago. The promotion you’d just gotten at work, the fact that you’d become enough of a regular at the bar down the street from your apartment that the bartenders knew you now. 

You’d been in the water long enough that your drinks were long empty and your fingertips were starting to prune, leaning against the edge of the pool with your arms propped on the ledge, close enough that your elbows touched. 

Joel’s eyes ran over you, from your hairline to your face to your throat to your chest. Your nipples were still peaked against your suit and your wet hair clung to your neck. 

“What?” You asked, smiling a little. 

“Any plans later?” He asked. “Can’t have you sittin’ at home all by your lonesome when you were supposed to be havin’ a good time this week.” 

“Offering to show me a good time?” You teased. 

“Don’t tell your dad that,” he teased back. “But I’m going out with some of Tommy’s friends later. Think you’d have fun if you wanted to come along. Just some drinking, music, dancing. Usual shit. Assuming you don’t have plans with any old friends from school or somethin’.” 

“Ah yes, my vibrant social life in high school,” you said, smirking a little. 

You’d been a wallflower before you went to college. You hadn’t fit in well with your classmates, you hadn’t really grown into your body yet - all awkward limbs and unruly hair. College had been your chance to reinvent yourself and you’d leaned into it. You still remembered the first time you came home on break from school your freshman year. 

You and your roommate, Carolyn, had become fast friends and she was easily the most fashionable person you’d ever met. She’d helped you come into your own in your first semester away and you’d basically replaced every item of clothing in your closet with finds from every thrift store within a 20 mile radius of Northwestern. You’d changed your hair, figured out that blue eyeshadow was NOT your thing and just started feeling more confident. 

That Christmas break, you had just grabbed a package off the porch for your mom and were carrying it around to the garage to stash where your dad wouldn’t find it when Joel stopped you. 

“Hey,” he said, sounding a bit defensive as he jogged over to you. “That yours?” 

You stopped, frowning, before turning to face him. His eyes went wide. 

“I mean, it’s my mom’s…” 

“Shit, I’m sorry Princess,” he said, looking you up and down. “Didn’t even recognize you! Must be liking Chicago…” 

You definitely liked your new sense of style even more after that. 

“I’d be down to go out,” you said. “Better than playing catch against my ceiling all night.”

“Pick you up in two hours?” He said. “We’ll hit the town.” 

Once Joel left with the ladder, you focused on calming yourself down while getting ready to go. 

Yes, it was Joel. Yes, he might have checked you out a bit in the pool. Yes, you’d do more than you were really comfortable admitting to get him into bed. But he was still Joel, your neighbor and your dad’s best friend. That made him pretty much off limits. 

Right? 

You’d brought a few of the dresses you’d bought for The Bahamas and you slipped into the one that hugged your curves in just the right way. Just in case. 

“Shit, Princess,” Joel said when you answered the door. “Think you might be a bit overdressed for this crowd.” 

“I can change,” you frowned. 

“No!” He said quickly. Then cleared his throat. “No, don’t… Don’t worry about it.”

Joel drove you to a bar with live music and a table full of people he seemed to know about half of. Tommy, his brother, clapped him on the back and whispered something in his ear that made Joel glare at him. 

He’d been right, though, it was fun. You stuck close to Joel at first, bodies near enough that your arm would brush his chest if you picked up your beer. But then one of Tommy’s friends asked you to dance and pulled you onto the dance floor. His name was Jim and you were pretty sure he was closer to Joel’s age than Tommy’s. His hands slid down your body, pulling your hips against his as you moved with him. Joel’s eyes were on you the whole time. 

You only danced with Jim for a song and a half before Joel appeared over his shoulder. 

“Mind if I cut in?” He asked, giving Jim a look that made it seem like he didn’t have a lot of other options. Jim stepped back just as the music started to shift to something a bit slower. Joel took one of your hands in his and slipped the other around to your back, his fingers splayed wide against you, pulling you against him. 

“DIdn’t take you for the dancing type,” you smiled a little as you started to sway. 

“M’not,” he said. “Not usually, anyway.” 

“Really?” You teased. “So I’m a special case, hm?” 

“Somethin’ like that,” he said. “Can’t let my best friend’s little girl go runnin’ around with some old man.” 

“But what if I like old men?” You asked. 

“Should pick a better one than Jim then,” he replied. 

“Never said I liked Jim,” you said. “Not my type.” 

“What is your type?” He asked, his eyes drifting over your face to your neck to your breasts. 

You swallowed, hard. 

“Contractors.”

He ground his teeth for a moment before stepping back from you and leaving the bar. 

“Shit,” you muttered, trailing behind him to the parking lot. 

“Joel!” You called out to him. “Wait!” 

He stopped and turned to face you. 

“You don’t know what you’re sayin’ in there,” he said. “So just give me some space, OK?” 

“I know perfectly well what I was saying,” you said. 

“No,” he shook his head. “You don’t. You shouldn’t go around sayin’ shit like that…” 

“Oh, so you wanted me to lie then?” You asked.

“Princess,” there was a warning in his voice. “You don’t want to go here.” 

“Yes, I do,” you said. “It’s not like I’m some little kid, Joel, I’m 26 years old…” 

“That’s too damn young,” he snapped. 

“It’s not like I don’t know what I want,” you replied. 

“You’re my best friend’s daughter,” he said. 

“So?” 

“Get in the truck,” he growled. You frowned. “Want to talk about this like adults? Get in the damn truck.” 

You hesitated for a moment before you obeyed. 

“You don’t know what you’re sayin’,” he said again after he’d been driving for a few minutes. 

“Do you really think I’m that stupid?” You asked, offended now. “That I just say shit I don’t mean with no understanding of the consequences?” 

“No, I think you’re young,” he snapped. “Too young to be even joking about getting involved with someone closer to your dad’s age than yours.” 

“Wasn’t joking,” you said defiantly. He glanced over at you before looking back to the road. 

“Princess,” he said, the warning tone back in his voice. 

“Joel.” 

He glared at you. 

“We’re not doin’ anything,” he said. His grip tightened on the steering wheel. 

You stared out the window, the ache between your thighs warring with the hurt in your chest. 

He dropped you at your door and you practically jumped out of the truck, not saying a word. He sighed and followed you, catching you as you were trying to unlock the door without crying.  It was hard not feeling stung by it. Yes, he was your dad’s best friend. Yes, he probably had better options. Yes, there were plenty of reasons why you shouldn’t fuck or anything more. But this rejection hurt somehow more than your ex dumping you for fucking Laurel in accounting. 

“Princess,” he said quietly. 

“Look it’s fine if you’re not interested,” you said, sniffing a little. “But don’t act like you’re doing it for my benefit. It’s shitty.” 

“Not…” he touched your shoulder, making you turn around. “You really think I’m not fuckin’ interested?” 

You shrugged. 

“How the fuck would I not be interested?” He asked. “Jesus Christ, spent half the goddamn afternoon thinkin’ about baseball stats so I wouldn’t get a hard on in your fuckin’ pool. All I am is interested.” 

“Interested in what?” 

“Interested in fucking you until you can’t see straight,” he said. “Interested in makin’ you cum so much the only thing you remember is my goddamn name. Interested in eating your pussy til I drown in ya. Interested in your dad punching me in the fuckin’ face over you because I’m too old for you but I don’t give a shit, bein’ with you is worth it. I’m interested.” 

He stepped closer to you, your back against the door. 

“You should come inside then,” you breathed. 

He kissed you then, pressing his body against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could feel him through his jeans, thicker and longer than what you saw in the pool before. You fumbled with the door until it opened, both of you spilling into your parents’ entryway. 

You didn’t make it past the living room. 

Joel slid the straps of your dress down your arms and you pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. You backed up until you were against the arm of the couch, his hands ranging over your skin. He pushed the dress lower until it was over your hips and it fell to the floor. You were just in your panties and your shoes when he nudged you down onto the arm of the couch. 

He kissed down your body, over the swell of your breasts and down your stomach until he reached the top of your panties. He guided your hips off the arm of the couch for a moment and slid your underwear down and cast them aside before kneeling in front of you and spreading your legs. 

“Fucking hell you’ve got a pretty pussy,” he reached out and ran his thumb over your slit, pressing down a little when he reached your clit, making your back arch as you moaned. “Can’t wait to taste you, Princess.” 

He ran his tongue over you, delicately pressing the tip into your folds. One of his hands slid up your body to your chest, gently pushing you back until you were lying on the couch as his mouth worked your slit. 

“Fuckin’ perfect view,” he said before thrusting his tongue into you. You groaned, rocking your hips against his face, his nose pressing into your clit as you did. You could see his eyes devouring the rest of you the way his mouth was devouring your pussy, like there was no part of him that could get enough of you. 

His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you open wider so his tongue could get deeper, your core tightening around him. Just as you were getting close, he slid his tongue from you, making you whimper as he kissed up your slit to your clit. He took the delicate nub into his mouth, licking and sucking as he thrust two fingers into your dripping pussy, making you gasp and your hips stutter. 

“Good girl,” he pulled his mouth away from you just enough to praise you. His fingers pressed deep, hooking into you and finding the spot inside you that made you gasp. “Want you to cum for me baby, don’t be shy now.” 

He went back to sucking, his tongue unrelenting, his eyes drinking you in. Your hand flew to the cushions of the couch and you gasped as you came, moaning his name. 

His mouth stayed on you until your body stopped pulsing, his fingers gently working you through your orgasm. He almost reluctantly pulled himself from you and licked his lips as he stood, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, stripping off the last of his clothes as you came down from your orgasm. He reached out and took your hand, pulling you back upright on the arm of the couch. 

Joel kissed you again and you could taste yourself on his tongue. He guided your legs around his waist and slid his hands below your thighs, picking you up and making you gasp. 

He didn’t take you far, only to the couch. He sat down, making you kneel on his lap as he reached between your legs and started stroking himself, close enough to you that his knuckles brushed your overwrought slit as he did. You looked down between you, the first chance you really had to see his cock. 

Your eyes went a little wide at the sight of it. He was so thick and long with a slight curve, you were almost afraid he wouldn’t fit. 

“Take it at your own pace, Baby,” he said, all but reading your mind. “M’not in a rush.” 

He adjusted his cock a bit, making it so the edge of him rubbed your clit as he worked himself. The contact made you needy, a sharp ache growing in you, a feeling deep inside that you knew you couldn’t reach but he could. 

You rose up on your knees, your hands on his shoulders, and he rubbed his thick head against your slit, your wetness spilling over him as he worked it lower down his shaft, coating himself in you. 

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, lining his head up with your entrance. 

“All for you,” you breathed, lowering yourself onto him. 

You moaned at the intrusion as you pressed him into you, a spark of pain with the pleasure as he stretched you. 

“Fuck Baby,” he groaned, his hands going to your hips, guiding you down over him as you sank lower onto him. “Fuck, so tight, so goddamn…” 

You couldn’t help but smile a little, watching him start to lose himself in your body, his head falling back, eyes closing, fingertips sinking into your flesh. Your body opened for him, his cock parting your inner walls and stretching you. You groaned when you finally took all of him, his head pressed flush against your back wall as his hips ground against your own. 

“Good girl,” he gasped it out, his hands traveling up from your hips to your waist. “Knew you could take it all…” 

You started working over him, rising and falling on his cock, working your hips down against your own. His hands slipped up your back as he looked up at you, kissing your neck, your chest, trailing his tongue along the swell of your breasts. 

Joel pressed you close to him before he thrust deep into you and shifted, laying you down below him on the couch and sinking somehow deeper into you, making you moan. 

He started fucking into you harder and faster then, angling your hips so your clit was pressed against him with every stroke. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you groaned, pressing yourself against him, wanting to feel him everywhere you could. “Harder… need more…” 

He groaned. 

“Fucking perfect,” he buried his face in your neck as he started working you harder, faster. “You’re goddamn perfect…” 

It wasn’t long before you were cumming around him, your pussy gripping him so tight it almost hurt to hold him that way. He fucked you through your orgasm, his breathing faster, his kiss sloppy. 

The second your walls stopped fluttering around him, he pulled out of you. He sat back and fisted his cock. 

“Where?” He said quickly. 

“My clit,” you panted. 

“Fucking hell,” he moaned, jerking his cock just twice before pressing the tip against your swollen nub and spilling his warmth over you, making your ultra sensitive pussy shudder again. He collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck as you both caught your breath. 

“Please say you’ll visit more,” he said, not moving from on top of you. 

“Think I’ll be visiting a lot more.” 

A/N: So this was my first request and my first one shot! I am NOT good at keeping things brief lol so I appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you for reading! Love ya!

[sebstanns]

Boobies

Summary- Things change between you and Steve when he accidentally walks in on you half naked. Fluff/smut, friends to lovers.

Warnings- 18+ for sexual content. Lil' bit of thigh riding, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, swearing.

"Steeeeve!" You screech, your arms automatically covering your naked chest.

"Oh shit." He mumbles, holding onto the half open door, still staring.

"STEVE!" You yell.

"God, sorry!" He finally turns his back. "Your mom said it was OK to come up."

"Well it wasn't! I'll meet you in the car." You tell him, shortly.

"Yeah, sure, OK." He stutters, flustered, closing the door.

You're actually MORTIFIED, your friend Steve seeing you half naked like that. Hastily pulling on your bra and shirt, your whole body feels like it's on fire with embarrassment. Not only was Steve your friend, you'd had a crush on him for years. It had been bad enough recently, having to listen to him bemoan his love life - after Nancy he'd gone aimlessly from girl to girl, looking for something you knew you could give him. And now he'd be comparing you to all the others, the discarded ones. Dammit.

Steve sat in the car, in shock. He kept replaying the scene as he waited for you, how soft you looked and .... touchable. It wasn't as if he'd never seen boobs before, he'd seen LOTS of boobs, all shapes and sizes. But these were different, they were attached to you, his kind and funny friend, who patiently listened to his romantic woes after yet another date crashed and burned. He had actually come close to asking you out a few times over the years, always backing out at the last minute, convinced it would ruin your friendship. That you knew him too well to like him like THAT.

But now, all Steve could think about was touching you, filling his hands and mouth with your pliable flesh....his cock twitches in his jeans and he jumps as you throw yourself into the passenger seat, red faced.

"Let's go." You murmur, looking straight ahead.

-

A couple of days later you're at Family Video, picking something to watch with your mom. You had exploded at her for letting Steve in that day, and now you had calmed down, were at pains to make it up to her.

"What's the deal with you and Steve?" Robin whispers urgently, suddenly appearing next to you.

"What?" You swallow, picking up a random movie and pretending to study the back of the case. "What do you mean?"

"You're barely speaking. It was the same the other night, at the movies." She hisses, going through the motions of straightening the shelf.

"We were watching the movie." You shrug, picking up something starring Richard Gere- a guaranteed mother pleaser.

"And afterwards, when we went for ice cream, it was like you were scared to look at each other or something." Robin continues.

Yeah, you had to admit, it had been awkward. Usually you and Steve would sit together, sharing snacks and making comments about the film, but you had positioned yourself so that Robin was between you. It can't have been much fun for her.

You sigh and turn to her. "He walked in on me getting changed, when he was picking me up to go to the movies."

Robin laughs, causing Steve to look over, frowning, from the counter.

"Robin!"

"Sorry but, it all becomes clear now." She chuckles.

"It does?" You're lost.

"Exactly how much did he see?" She probes, looking disconcertingly delighted.

You gesture vaguely to your chest and Robin nods.

"I get it. Dumbstruck by your tatas."

"Tatas, Robin? Seriously?"

"Maybe he liked what he saw." She says slyly.

"What?"

"He's probably just thinking about getting his hands on them."

"My....tatas? " You swallow, glancing over at Steve. He's leaning over the counter, chatting with a pretty girl and she's laughing at one of his stupid jokes. Jealousy twists in your gut like so many times before.

"Yeah, I mean he's obviously got a thing for you." Robin says, matter of factly.

"No." You scoff, your face burning. "As if!"

"It's true. That's why he's so jealous of your crush on Michael J Fox."

"Really?" You cast your mind back to all the times you had a tiny inkling that there might be the remotest chance in hell that Steve had feelings for you and you had dismissed it. Sometimes you caught him looking at you but you had thought he was just spacing, off in Harrington world. Could it be TRUE ?!

"And I've seen you looking at his butt." Robin says, winking conspiratorially.

"I'll go for this." You announce, handing over the Richard Gere movie. "My mom's bound to love it."

"Nice subject change." Robin deadpans, rolling her eyes.

-

The next weekend, Steve invites you over to his house for a movie night, his parents are gone as usual so he has the place to himself. Robin is also invited but she can't make it, (subtle!) off doing her own thing with Vickie.

Since your conversation with Robin you had noticed Steve looking at you more often, looking away and blushing when he's caught. It makes your heart (and everything else) ache.

On Friday evening he picks you up from the library and you swing by Family Video for snacks and a couple of free rentals. Just being near him makes your heart beat faster now, you can feel something has changed between you.

Now you're in the Harrington's den, curled up on the luxurious sofa while Steve sits in an armchair next to you. He's wearing one of your favourite shirts, a striped polo - it hugs his biceps just right, and shows off his delectable neck. Every time you glance over you have to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to calm the throbbing in your cunt.

"I can't believe you made me watch Teen Wolf again." He sighs, as the credits roll.

"You know how I feel about MJF." You say, lightly, reaching to the coffee table for the popcorn.

"I don't even know why you like him." Steve grumbles. "He's so short, you're probably taller than him."

"He's cute." You shrug, smiling to yourself. "Now it's your turn. Please not Fast Times again!"

Steve produces a tape from behind the armchair. "Ta da! Fright Night!" He announces, raising his eyebrows.

"Steve, you know I don't do horror. I get nightmares." You remind him, clutching a cushion.

"It'll be fine. It's a comedy. The guy just HAPPENS to be a vampire." He says, crouching next to the tape player.

"OK." You murmur, unsure.

"If you get scared you can come and sit on my lap, ok?" He chuckles, glancing at you.

The offer hangs in the air for a minute, and you're not sure if he's really joking.

"Deal." You reply, softly.

-

Thankfully, the movie IS funny, which takes your mind off the more gory parts.

Steve grins at you when you laugh. "See, not scary."

It's almost like old times, except you're constantly thinking of ways to get closer to him. Should you pretend to be scared so he'll comfort you? Jesus, what have you become??

When the inevitable sex scene comes up, you watch with interest as Steve shifts in his seat and clears his throat, red faced.

The well-endowed woman on-screen takes her top off and he scoffs, flustered. "They're fake."

He flicks a look at your chest and swallows. Oh.

"Hey Steve," You say playfully, feeling bold. "My face is up here."

Steve stiffens in his seat, blinking. "Oh God I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's OK." You say softly. "Are her's nicer than mine?"

He almost chokes on his popcorn. "What?"

"You heard me." You smile, untucking your shirt from your denim skirt. "Would you like a closer look? For comparisons sake?"

Steve's mouth falls open slightly as he stares at you. "Seriously?"

You nod and pat the space on the couch next to you, your tummy doing somersaults of anticipation. "Come here."

He almost trips as he rounds the coffee table, and then pauses. "Wait, is this a prank? Is this something you and Robin cooked up? Is she behind the couch, right now?"

"No Steve." You laugh. "It's not a prank."

"Just checking." He sits down, eyes fixed on your hands as you unbutton your shirt, revealing the bra beneath.

Feeling more and more brazen, you open your shirt, letting it slip off your shoulder. "Well, are mine nicer?"

He tilts his head and then nods. "Yep." He croaks. "They're....nicer."

"You can touch me if you want."

Tentatively he places his hand on your breast and squeezes gently, making a noise in the back of his throat. "Fuck."

It feels so good to have his hand on you, the heat of his palm searing through the lacy material. You lean forward to kiss him and he suddenly leans back, a panicked expression on his face.

"No no no! Not again Harrington." He mumbles, jumping up. He starts pacing the room.

Shame and embarrassment bloom in your guts, and you draw your shirt back over your chest, folding your arms.

"What are you doing?" Steve asks, running a hand through his hair.

"I thought it's what you wanted." You say quietly, not looking at him.

"It is, believe me. It took all my strength not to just dive on top of you just now." He swallows.

"Well then?" You ask, plaintively.

"Do you really think it's a good idea? If we do...something, it'll change everything."

"It's already changed, Steve. I'm tired of just being your friend." You blurt. SHIIIIT.

"Really?" He asks, eyebrows knitted together. "I thought, well, you think I'm an idiot, right?"

"So? That's why I...." You sigh. May as well come clean all the way. "Remember, a couple of summers ago when I was a counsellor at that dumb camp?"

Steve chuckles coldly and folds his arms. "Oh yeah."

"I lost my virginity to that dickhead swimming instructor Adam? It was horrible."

"Ha!" He crows. "I knew it!"

"Yeah, I may have lied when I told you about it. It wasn't good or romantic, actually it hurt. But least it was mercifully brief." You admit.

"He hurt you?" Steve says, anger flashing in his dark eyes.

"Not intentionally. He just didn't care." You shrug. "And all I could think about was you. How I had wanted you to be my first."

In fact you had cried off activities for the rest of the day citing a stomach upset, and stayed in bed feeling sorry for yourself. You knew you were just another notch on Adam's bedpost, but part of you had just wanted to get your first time over with. Still, you couldn't help thinking about Steve, imagining for the thousandth time how it would have been with him.

When you returned to Hawkins, you made up a romantic midnight lakeside liaison, making Adam sound like an expert in the art of virginity taking. The reality of an uncomfortable bunk bed and thoughtless execution stayed with you. Steve had grinned and given you a high-five.

"Oh." His face softens and he sits next to you again. "Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

"Because its embarrassing. You were so caught up with Nancy...." You trail off, helplessly.

"Honestly, when you told me about that asshole I was jealous." Steve says, half smiling at the memory.

"You were?"

"I'd always thought I'd be your first too. You deserve to be fuc- I mean - treated - right." He reaches over and moves a strand of hair behind your ear.

"So what now?" You ask, heart hammering at his closeness.

Steve touches your face and kisses you gently, his other hand sliding under your shirt. "Do you still want to?" He murmurs.

You nod, already drunk from his touch. "Yeah."

-

You're on Steve's lap, thighs splayed over his, skirt rucked up over your hips. His hand is between your legs and he's rubbing your pussy through your panties, the thin material growing damper by the second.

"I can't believe this is happening." Steve murmurs, kissing your neck.

"Me neither." You gasp, squirming against his fingers as you pull his shirt over his head.

You run your hands over him, stroking his chest and arms, dropping kisses onto his shoulders. You've thought about this so many times, late at night when you couldn't sleep, touching yourself and wishing it was Steve.

Suddenly he takes his hand away from your aching cunt and you want to cry, you need more, you need to be full of him.

He removes your bra so stealthily you almost don't notice, pushing your breasts together and kissing them. When he takes a nipple into his mouth you start grinding on his leg, desperate for some relief.

Steve takes the hint and returns a hand to your pussy, fingers inside your panties now, thumbing your swollen clit.

"Did Adam make you feel like this?" He asks, lowly, sliding two fingers into you. "Make you this wet?"

"No." You whimper, as he curls his fingers. "Fuck, Steve!"

He chuckles, dirtily. "Are you ready for my cock? Because I'm about to burst here."

You undo his belt and let down his zipper, Steve sighs with relief and takes his cock out. Your mouth starts to water at the sight of it, so hard and leaking at the tip. Tentatively you touch him, stroking the length and swiping your thumb over the head.

Steve shifts you on his lap, pulling your panties down impatiently, his eyes almost black with desire. You kiss him softly, feeling such tenderness towards him, wanting to give him everything.

He lines his cock up at your entrance, and moves into you slowly, groaning as your velvety walls hug him. While you appreciate his gentleness, at this point you just want him to fuck your brains out.

"Steve, I'm not a virgin, you don't have to be so- aaahhh!" You mouth drops open as he snaps his hips and fucks up into you, filling you with one thrust.

"You OK?" He gasps.

"Yeah....feels good." You swallow, gripping his shoulder for leverage.

He slides his hand into your hair and pulls you down for a kiss as he moves inside you. You moan into his mouth and rock your hips to meet his thrusts, placing a hand on his sweaty chest.

This was worlds away from what had transpired with Adam, you're not even sure that was sex. There was only his smug expression afterwards and the blood on the bunk bed blanket that was testament to what had occurred that afternoon.

"Fuck, why didn't we do this sooner?" Steve gasps, flush-faced, hands on your hips.

"Because you're an idiot." You sigh affectionately, stroking his hair and kissing him.

He bends his head to nuzzle at your breasts again, and you feel the first spark of an orgasm in your belly.

"Steve." You whine, your hand moving down to rub your clit. He brushes your hand away and takes over, his fingers moving in tight circles.

"Yeah thats it." He breathes. "Cum on my cock sweetheart."

You bury your face in his shoulder as your orgasm rolls through you, holding onto him and moaning against his hot neck.

"Aw fuuuck ..." Steve groans, and you feel him stiffen and throb deep inside your cunt.

You don't want to move. You don't want it to be over yet.

Steve lets out a breathless chuckle, you feel it rumbling through his chest.

"What?" You murmur, exhausted all of a sudden. You could fall asleep right here.

"We forgot about the movie."

You turn your head and see the tape has ejected itself from the player, the TV screen blank.

"Oops."

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 9 (Part 2)

Elvis(Movie) x Black!OC

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Summary: In which Honey makes her decision

Warning: NSFW 18+, fingering, oral (f. receiving), racial issues, physical abuse, violence, brief mentions of a panic/anxiety attack

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“So, you’re coming with?”

I pause, throat tightening with reluctance to answer. “I’m still thinking.”

I don’t speak for the rest of the car ride, not a word said between us. Am I going? I don’t have much time left to think about it.

Michael stops the car, putting it into park across the street from the club. He leans back into his seat with a sigh, a sudden grim look on his face. “Honey, what’s going on between you and I?”

My heart stops. Shit. “What do you mean?”

He throws his head back against the leather cushion. “I’m not as stupid as you think I am. I know you don’t wanna be with me. My band told me what happened the other night. I tried acting like everything was fine, cause I didn’t wanna believe my own best friend would do all that behind my back, but after seein’ you tonight, I know they were tellin’ the truth.”

Oh my god. How much did he actually see?

I can’t think of any valid excuse, my mouth going dry and my heart breaking at his saddened face. “Michael, I’m so sorry. Everything became so complicated and I never meant to hurt you in the process. You don’t deserve to go through all this.”

He bites his cheek, shaking his head in disappointment. “I trusted you, Honey. I thought you were better than this.”

I reach my hand out for his. “I swear I never meant for things to get so out of hand. I just wanted to have everything figured out, but I didn’t know what I wanted and I kept telling myself to want you, but- I just- I never really saw you as my type, I guess.” I cringe immediately as the words leave my mouth. Way to be brutally honest, Honey.

Now his whole facial expression changes. He sits up, glaring over to me sternly with a new found anger flaring up in his eyes. “Oh? And just what is your type, huh? White boys?”

My brows furrow together, taken aback by his response. His words are overstepping multiple line no matter how long I’ve known him and I definitely don’t like his tone either. “And what does it matter to you?” I ask, voice dripping in irritation.

He scoffs loudly. “What’s it matter to me?! You think I ain’t noticed how you colored girls act around Elvis? He ain’t even half the man I am, but y’all don’t give a damn. He gets on stage, sings out songs, does our dances, and y'all cream in your seats.” I gasp, disgusted at his sudden vulgarness, but he only continues. “It matters that these string bean white boys are taking away our finest women like they own them.”

I sneer at his last comment. “You don’t own us either!” I step out of his car in a fit of rage. “And what us ‘colored women’ find pleasure in is not my fault and clearly nothing you’re able to provide for us!” I slam the door to put all the more attitude into my last statement, then stomp my way down the sidewalk. I can’t even stand to look at him anymore.

“God dammit,” he mumbles from behind me, jumping out of the car as well. “Somethin’ gotta be wrong when your own kind starts defending whites like that. I knew you weren’t enough of a sister!”

I stop dead in my tracks. There it is. He’s using my biggest insecurity against me and he knows it. He knows it! That sentence alone is enough to trigger my fight mentality instantly.

I spin around, marching right up to him. “You are the last person I need permission to be black from. You think the color of my daddy makes me any less black to these cops out here? Hmm? They don’t care how dark, as long as it’s darker than them, so quit actin’ like I don’t understand real struggle. I have my own set of problems that you could never comprehend, because at the end of the day, under all that black skin, you’re still a man. And I defend him because I love him!”

His eyes widen, a smile finding my words entertaining. “Oh? So, you in love now, huh? Is that what this is? Love?” His voice drops tauntingly low and quiet toned. “That boy don’t want nothin’ but a little tail before he leaves you behind like all them other girls.”

Without thinking, i slap him across the face, not feeling even the slightest amount of regret in my actions. “Elvis is more of a man than you’ll ever be.” I could spit on him, I feel so lost in my hatred right now.

But he reacts quickly, pushing me against the wall of the nearby building by my throat. “After everything I did for you, you still choose that bastard. I gave you a start. You’d be nothing without me.”

I push and kick him until he stumbles backwards. I take a second to catch my breath, holding my beating chest in shock while he straightens himself out.

“You’ll regret not coming with me.” He threatens.

I huff, having nothing left to say to him, then turn to walk towards the club and hoping he doesn’t follow.

Once in the private stairwell of the building, I quickly scramble upstairs to the hotel area, not wanting to be anywhere near others right now. I lean against the wall and slide down it, still catching my breath.

I let my legs out of my dress, kicking off my heels as well to run my feet along the soft carpet, suddenly feeling suffocated in my own skin. I listen to the sound of the music downstairs, trying to ground myself in its rhythms and ignore the stinging in my eyes.

“-that gold dress. Can you imagine how much RCA would pay for her?”

“I’d have enough to get a Cadillac for each one of my bitches.”

A roll of laughter comes from downstairs, before disappearing into the club, leaving me with an uneasy feeling. I play with the hem of my gold dress in utter shame.

I got so caught up in recording a song with him that I never thought about him using me right back. He never seemed like that type of person growing up. I know the things I’ve been doing to Micahel are wrong, but I haven’t been doing them completely heartlessly. I really did try to convince myself to give my all to him and leave Elvis behind. I’ve known Michael the longest, longer than Elvis.  Even if we didn’t have the same chemistry Elvis and I had, I still trusted him and he used that against me. We shared toys as babies. He was there for me when I was heartbroken over Elvis twice now. He’s always been there. Even without romantic attraction, he was still a friend, and the little girl inside of me feels betrayed knowing my childhood friend saw me only as a means to pay his bills and feed his ego. I really am naive, aren’t I?

“E.P.! You made it out alive!”

“You know I always do, baby.”

All previous fear drains out of my body the second I hear the sound of his voice. My heart thumps, feeling airy in my chest. He’s okay. I crawl to the edge of the hallway to peer around the corner, feeling it’s too good to be true.

King’s about to lead him inside the club.

“Elvis!” I call out for him from my spot on the floor.

He stops just before the door, squinting around in a confused way to find the location of my voice. Upon seeing me, his appearance changes entirely to that of concern despite my obvious happiness.

He instantly races up the stairs towards me, racing out to help me off the ground. “Honey? Are you alright? What happened?”

Without thinking, I instinctively wrap my around around him. “God, I thought they’d lock you up. I’m so glad you’re here.” My heart beats madly against his chest while I hold him in fear of ever letting go again.

He chuckles against my hair, rubbing my back with his large hands that I’ve missed the feel of so very much. “Colonel’s holdin’ ‘em off for me. What are you doing up here alone?”

I don’t respond, only keeping myself buried in his neck.

He pushes his neck back to try and observe my face as best as he can, When he realizes I have no intentions of pulling away, he tilts my head up with his hand, so he can see me. “Hey.” He says softly. “What happened, darlin’?”

I nuzzle my cheek into his hand, feeling tears want to build up just from the gentleness in the way he speaks to me, especially when compared to Michael only a few minutes ago. “Nothin’, okay? I’m just sorry for actin’ like such a fool lately. You were right about everything and I don’t wanna be scared anymore because I love you. I always have and I’m tired of running from that. I wanna be with you and I don’t care what everyone’s gotta say anymore, as long as I know I have you.”

His lips grow into a wide grin. “So… no Chicago?”

I giggle, shaking my head no. “No Chicago. I’m not going anywhere, baby. Do you forgive me?” I give him my best puppy dog eyes.

He chuckles. “You know I can’t hold a grudge against you. You were always my weak spot.”

I smile before leaning up to meet him halfway for a gentle kiss. His hands travel in opposite directions behind me, one down the small of my back, the other between my shoulder blades, but both bring me in closer. I caress the sides of his face, reaching to rest my hand on the back of his neck, so I can pull him in for a deeper kiss.

He hums against my lips. “Let me take you home, darlin’.”

I kiss from his lips down to his neck. “There’s a hotel right here.” I offer, not wanting to wait any longer than I already have been.

He chuckles, tilting his head away from my touches. “I ain’t mean it like that. It’s been a long day for the both of us, I should get you home.”

“Well, I do mean it like that and I need you,” I whisper into his ear. I pull away to see his reaction and bite my lip when I do.

He looks at me with danger in his eye, and it only takes a few seconds of meeting my gaze for him to make his decision. “Which room?”

My smiles grows and I lead him to a room I remembered being available. Luckily, it’s unlocked because I didn’t bring my work keys with me and I’m definitely not scavenging around to find them now. I check to make sure the hall is empty before sneaking him inside the room. My hands shake with eagerness, fumbling with the lock. When I finally manage to get it, I turn around to face Elvis.

He stalks closer to me, his eyes like bullets and I’m the target. I press myself against the back of the door, anticipating his next move with a daring smile.

He grabs my waist, pulling me in for another kiss, deeper than any one he’s ever given me. We’ve had our fair share of needy kisses recently, but this one is of pure desperation.

I moan, realizing this is the first time we’ve been able to kiss in private and thoroughly enjoying being able to do so without watchers and judges. I sink into him, letting myself completely succumb to what my heart has been wanting to do since day one.

We spin around so I can fall flat on the bed, my blonde hair fanning out around me. He leans over me, the smell of vanilla musk drowns my senses, but I could swim in it all day. He kisses his way from my lips down to my chest, leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses along my neck.

He moans into one of the kisses. “You still taste like that bubbly.”

I let out a breathy laugh. “All thanks to you.” I go silent for a second before quickly and shamefully adding, “I liked it.”

He chuckles into my chest. “I know you did, baby.” He presses a hard kiss between the dip of my breasts, groaning into my skin. “You look good when you’re all wet like that, baby. God, you looked so sexy out there; drinkin’ from that bottle, no questions asked.” He bites down at the dip where my left breast meets my sternum, causing me to yelp out which he only smiles at.

“I can’t believe you licked the bottle in front of everyone.” I say semi-embarrassed, squeezing my eyes shut.

He reaches behind my back, grabbing at my dress zipper. “I’m not ashamed to show everyone you’re my girl.”

I smile at the gratification his words bring me. I’m finally his girl.

I arch my back in the air, so he can unzip me. Once done, he carefully removes each strap from my shoulders, one at a time, before standing up to slowly pull my dress down my body, taking my underwear with it and tossing both onto the floor.

I cross my legs, shyly hiding what I can of myself. The blue in his eyes disappear and his face slips into that of hunger. He runs his hands up the sides of my body, stalking closer to me.

Honestly, I have no idea what to do or expect. Sure, I’m not clueless, but most of what I’ve learned came from eavesdropping. Of course, Vickie has unfortunately told me ungodly amounts of her own experiences, though I have doubts most are true. At this moment, all I can do is trust him and my instincts.

On another note, I can’t even begin to explain how illegal every little thing we’ve done today is. Both of us know if someone outside saw us like this, we’d get arrested for at least four different reasons, but somehow the forbiddenness of it all only makes it that much more exhilarating. 

Gently, he takes my leg and eases it away from the other, exposing all of me to his waiting eyes. He takes a deep breath, then check back up at me. Once he knows I have no intentions of stopping him, he holds my hips in place, using the other hand to slide up and down my inner thigh, but never touching where I need him most.

“You don’t know how long I been wantin’ to do this to you, darlin’. How long I wanted to make you feel good.” His thumb grazes less than an inch from my core before pulling away, rubbing up towards my knee again.

“Elvis, please.” I whine out.

“What, baby?” He asks cluelessly, placing a kiss on my knee. Of course, he’s gonna make me say it. 

“Touch me.”

He backs his face away. “Touch you? I am.” He says innocently. “Where you want me to touch you, baby? Here?” He teases, pointing to my shin. I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “No? How ‘bout here?” His finger reaches down and tickles at the bottom of my foot.

I quickly retract myself away, unsure if I should start laughing at his ridiculousness or crying. “Elvis!” I beg.

He laughs. “Alright, alright, darlin’. Nothin’ to get all worked up about now. I’ll give you what you need. Don’t go worrying that pretty little head of yours one bit.”

He hovers himself above my pelvis, slowly bringing his thumb down to brush against my lower lips, then peering up to see my reaction.

My chest rises and falls in anticipation while I watch his every movement.

He rotates his thumb in circles, watching as my eyes close, and only then adding enough pressure to part me and fully feel my wetness. He groans at the feeling, letting his thumb become coasted as he makes slow rounds against my clit.

My body shutters, and before I know it, he inserts a finger inside of me. I gasp at the feeling, instantly tightening around the digit, my body extremely sensitive from never having been touched by another. I had expected it to be painful, but instead I crave more.

He slides a second into me and I about lose my mind. He holds them there, feeling my walls clench around him in need. I close my eyes, feeling out of breath without actually having moved. He stays like that, I assume to help me get used to the feeling, but I already grow impatient and start lifting my hips up and down against his hand.

He bites his lip, trying to hide just how crazy it drives him to watch me do this. He holds his free hand against my hip to stop my movements and speed his own.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.” He pushes himself further up the bed and back to my face, using his knees to further spread my legs, but never removing his hand.

I choke on my words. “It feels so good.”

We lock lips again, sloppy and uncoordinated. He makes slow motions with his hips, grinding himself against my inner thigh to relieve some of his own tension.

I reach my hands up to pull at his hair to try and bring him as close to me as possible. He rests his forehead against mine, staring intensely into my eyes. We heavily breathe onto each other’s lips. “It feel good, baby?”

“Mhm,” I nod, nose brushing against his.

He lowers himself back down, holding his face at my stomach and glaring up at me through his dark lashes. His beautiful, full lips tickle against my skin and his breath glides across my stomach, causing shives to run down my limbs. In the deepest voice he can muster, he asks, “better than Michael ever could?”

I stare down at him in shock, biting at my nail from feeling myself begin to build up desperately. I nod again without any hesitation.

“Yeah?” He confirms.

I throw my head against the pillow, slowly losing my grip on reality at this point.

He wraps his arm around my leg, pulling me closer to him while he starts pumping even faster.

“I don’t ever want you talkin’ to another man again. You’re mine, you hear?”

I thrash my head around, too lost in euphoria to answer. I should be ashamed at how turned on those words get me, and I’ll never tell him just how much they do, but I’m sure the tightening of my walls is enough to let him know.

He looks down between my legs, breathing deeply, hungry for air. He watches his hand get covered in more wetness, hissing at the sight. He instinctively dives down, taking a long, sinful lick at me. 

The texture of his taste buds against that area is such a foreign feeling for me that one lick is all it takes to send me over the edge.

I cry out in pleasure, causing him to dip back down and run his tongue against my clit over and over again, only making my orgasm all the more powerful and mind numbing. I take a few loud, heavy breaths, holding one hand against my vibrating heart and the other in his hair. I don’t even have enough energy to open my eyes yet, I just lie there, trying to catch my breath and bask in the feeling of his fingers still slowly caressing my insides.

“Elvis.” I whine.

“I know, baby. Just let it all out.” He presses a soft kiss onto my quivering let, allowing me to cool down.

When I open my eyes, a tear falls down my face from the overwhelming pleasure I had just experienced. I laugh, hiding my face from embarrassment from getting so excited so easily.

Now he removes his hand from me. “Baby, what is it? Everything okay? I did hurt you, now did I?” He asks, wiping away my tears with his large thumb.

I shake my head with a smile. “It was amazing.” I grab his face, bringing him down for a kiss, which he reciprocates passionately. “I want more.” I whisper, desperately longing to feel something more filling.

He closes his eyes, shaking his head. “Now, darlin’, you know you’re playing a dangerous game. You don’t think we should wait?”

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Um… no?” Is he crazy?! I been waiting!

He chuckles. “It’s your first time, baby. I don’t wanna throw too much on you all at once.”

“Elvis,” I whine, trying to reach down to touch him, but he catches my hand.

He shakes his head more vigorously. “Now, I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not lettin’ your first time be in this lousy hotel with that asshole downstairs.” I dramatically sigh, but he only rolls his eyes at me and lies down beside me. “I hope you know I ain’t never wanted to come between you and your singing. I’d never do that to you.”

“I know.” I turn over to face him, reaching out to play with his hand. “And I hope that you know I never for a second had romantic feelings for Michael.”

He groans. “You gotta say his name?” I laugh, burying my head into his chest. He wraps his arms around me, bringing me closer to him and plating a kiss into my hair. “I know.”

I look up at him with gleaming, after glow eyes. His hand leaves my back to cup my face, his thumb running back and forth against my cheek. He smiles, looking back at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The admiration in his eyes is enough to make my heart skip a beat.

He glosses over my face, taking in every detail: my eyes, my hair, my freckles. I close my eyes, trying to turn away, feeling awfully flustered from his intimate actions.

Just then, his hand stops moving abruptly and I feel him pull away.

My eyes flutter back open to examine him and make sure he’s alright, but he’s just staring at my neck, confused with a growing anger in his eyes.

I sit up, scared and trying to figure out what’s going on. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

He clenches his jaw, not even wanting to say his next words, let alone believe them. “Did he put his hands on you?”

I reach up to rub the spot Michael has his hand on earlier. It must have left I bruise I didn’t know about. “Elvis-”

“Did he?!” He shouts. “Is that why you were on the floor, crying?”

I don’t even have time to answer before he’s already forcing himself up and off of me, muttering curse words under his breath. “I swear to God, I’ll kill that son of a bitch.” He whips open the door and without turning back to look at me he says, “stay right here, baby,” before slamming the door shut.

“Elvis!” I yell out while sloppily slipping my dress back on, not bothering with the straps while I tumble towards the door. Despite his request, I follow after him.

I quickly stomp down the stairs to the club level, looking around for any signs of violence or shouring, but find nothing. Michael still must be outside then. I trample down to the ground level, pushing open the club doors, and sure enough, guess who I find.

By the time I make it out there, Elvis already has Michael pinned against the same building Michael had me on earlier.

“You worthless bastard!” He growls out, pushing Michael onto the ground with a rough shove.

I push past the people outside the club watching the scene to run across the street to them.

“Stop!” I yell, pulling at Elvis’ arm, praying I can pry him off.

Elvis yanks his arm back from me, standing over Michael while breathing heavily. He doesn’t bother turning around to look at me, but I know he’s not happy I’m here.

I look down at Michael’s now visible face to see what damage has been done. His lip bleeds and his cheeks are covered in… tears?

“I spent my whole life tryna be like you, man. Everyone always preferred you, you got more freedoms than me, you got the girl I ain’t never had none of that, and you’re out here paradin’ everything you got like the ungrateful bastard you always been!”

“That don’t give you no right to ever touch Honey like that!” Elvis replies, trying to hold back his anger in front of me.

Michael picks himself off the ground, dusting off his coat. “Shit don’t matter anymore.” He glares over Elvis’ shoulder, lip curling in disgust as his eyes land on me. “Already put your dog hands all over her. What I look like tryna sell spoiled goods?” He adjusts his shirt, turning to walk back to his car.

However, instead of taking offense, I instantly hop in front of Elvis, knowing those words would be enough to set him back off. He tries dodging around me, but I hold him back, which he seems absolutely enraged by. Honestly, I would have fought Michael myself, but we may have bigger issues right now.

“Baby, he doesn’t matter. You already have cops after you, we need to leave.” I say, trying so desperately to get him to drop the situation before something worse happens tonight.

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before deciding in silence that I’m right.

I glare, watching Michael drive away, part of me wishing I had just let Elvis loose on him.

I sigh, placing my hands gently on Elvis’ bruised face. “Baby, are you okay?”

He shakes his head away from my reach, almost like he’s ashamed that I’m comforting him. “Yeah, it’s fine, baby. Come on, I don’t want no one seein’ you like this.” He puts his arm around me, shielding me from the watchers in the Club Handy windows. He pushes people on the streets out of his way on our path back to his car.

He helps me into the car before sitting down in his own seat, slamming the door shut behind him. He turns the car on, gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw doing that thing it does when he gets mad. “I told you to stay in the room.” He reminds me darkly.

I gulp and stay quiet, not wanting to further upset him.

He sighs. “I didn’t do a fine job of protecting you tonight. He never woulda even had the opportunity to reach you had I just stayed with you.”

“Elvis, it’s fine. You were getting arrested. Besides, it’s nothing, I’ve gotten worse bruises from accidentally walking into door frames.” I joke.

He gently smirks, which warms my heart back up, knowing he isn’t all that mad at me.

I lean over to press a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for fighting for me.” But before I pull away, he quickly spins his head to catch my lips in a real kiss.

Now I receive a full smile from him. “What kind of man would I be if I hadn’t?” He pulls out of the spot and drives down the boulevard.

Getting into a car with a white man; why not add one last crime to the list before we call it a night? “Do you have any idea how many crimes you committed tonight? Because I’ve lost count.”

He chuckles. “I been breakin’ the segregation laws since the day I was born, baby, and I don’t plan on stoppin’ no time soon.” He places one hand on my thigh, gently massaging it with his thumb.

I clench my thighs together at the feeling. God, I can’t believe I wasted all this time with Michael when I could’ve been getting all this.

We pull up in front of my house, both of us disappointed that this night is finally coming to an end.

He reaches over, pulling my face in for yet another kiss. It’s gonna take me a long time to get over the feeling of his lips, cause I’ve been waiting too long to touch them like this.

“Don’t miss me too much.” He whispers against my lips.

I gently bite his bottom lip at his teasing, before exiting the car. He watches me walk up to my home with a smile, not driving away until he sees me enter the house.

I close the door behind me, smiling like a mad man. What a ridiculous night, but I’d sure do it all over again if I had the chance. I can’t even comprehend everything that’s happened, it all feels too good to be true. Finally, I’m getting everything I ever wanted.

“You got some nerve comin’ back home tonight.”

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[pridewon]

CHARACTER INTERVIEW

BASICS  !

NAME . Tetsurô Kuroo. NICKNAME . Some childhood friends he has fallen out of touch with and Kenma’s parents used to call him Tetsu-kun (Kenma’s parents still do). Kenma has always called him “Kuro”, and Bokuto (affectionately) sometimes calls him “stupid cat” - a favour Kuroo gladly repays, with the owl edition of the name. Some mean-spirited tongues sometimes venture to calling him “rooster head”, and generally live to regret it. AGE .  18 (in 2012) / 28 (in 2022). PROFESSION . 3rd year highschool student at Nekoma High (2012) / Sports Promoter at the Japanese Volleyball Association (2022).

PERSONAL  !

MORALITY .  lawful / CHAOTIC / GOOD / neutral / evil / true . RELIGION .  Atheist. SINS .  GREED / GLUTTONY / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath . VIRTUES .  chastity / charity / DILIGENCE / humility / kindness / PATIENCE / justice . KNOWN LANGUAGES . Japanese, pretty fluent in English. SECRETS . Tetsurô used to suffer from pretty severe social anxiety as a child - going as far as exhibiting selective mutism. Kenma may think he has forgotten (and perhaps a part of him prefers that Kenma thinks that), but he hasn’t - not really. He has largely addressed and resolved his issues today, but unfamiliar crowds and groups still make him nervous. He has just become very, very good at hiding it. // Tetsurô’s mother walked out on the family when he was eight, and his father gave up on looking for her after week, even months of frantic search. For a long time, Tetsurô didn’t ask questions out loud... but shortly before graduating from college, he did some digging around. As of 2022, both he and his sister (who joined in his efforts) know where Nami lives, and have a rough idea of what she does, but have never made contact with her. 

PHYSICAL  !

BUILD .  scrawny / bony / SLENDER / FIT / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average . HEIGHT . 188cm / 189.5cm.

SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS . No notable scars - all the ones he gathered from volleyball have long healed and faded. Sports a few moles on his back that he monitors because you can never be too careful, but he doesn’t think about them that much.

ABILITIES  /  POWERS . Wasn’t nicknamed “the scheming captain” for nothing. Master manipulator with a knack for provocation and moving people into action by taunting them. Strategist to his core. A great communicator, silver-tongued and charismatic who can convince pretty much anyone to do anything for him before they even realise they have been roped into his antics. Also a great teacher who easily identifies what motivates and interests people, and a good leader. Fairly decent bass player. Definitely a member of the super volleyball idiots club. RESTRICTIONS . Can overstep boundaries when thinking he’s only playfully taunting others. Easily comes across as a bit of a bastard who does nothing without an ulterior motive or agenda. Very good at making enemies.

FAVORITES !

FOOD . Grilled salted mackerel. DRINK .  Fresh lemonade. PIZZA TOPPING . Anchovies. COLOR . Reds, blacks and greys. MUSIC GENRE . All of them. Kind of. He has very eclectic tastes in music, and likes to be introduced to various bands and artists, rather than attaching himself to a single or a couple of genres. He does have a bit of a soft spot for blues and jazz, but he’ll listen to almost anything.  BOOK GENRE . Biographies and popular science books. He doesn’t read much fiction - he doesn’t have much time to read, so when he does, he likes to learn something as he does. He goes through little periods of interest in a specific subjects, and will only read about that one thing for three months, before deciding he knows enough and finding a new topic to explore. MOVIE GENRE . A big fan of documentaries for the same reason, but will watch almost anything as long as it’s good. CURSE WORD .  “Dammit”. SCENTS . Plants, coffee, fresh laundry.

FUN STUFF  !

BOTTOM OR TOP . Why not both. SINGS IN THE SHOWER . When he’s in a particularly good mood. LIKES PUNS . When well executed, puns are one of the greatest forms of comedy.

[fbfh]

peter quill dating hcs

Listen this isn't the smut headcanons

But it's peter quill

There's gonna be some 18+ jokes and content

I will keep this as sfw as possible bc you'd better fucking believe that Peter Quill relationship and intimacy hcs are on their fucking way

So yeah just a prelude

Anyway

Yuh let's get inTO it

Okay two things first

1: I'm so mad there's like no fics for him?????????? Why is he not yet a tumblr sexyman??????? I get the first movie came out in like 2014 so I probably just missed the hype window but for gods sake

2: a lot of ppl think he'd be easily flustered and blushy and that's totally and completely valid

However

Why are we overlooking the whole "I've slept with half the galaxy" thing????????

Like

Okay Peter is a goofball

We know this

And on top of that

He can get it

I'm going to stop myself there so more on that later

He's like 6'2, hilarious, charismatic, so loving and compassionate, fan fucking tastic music taste i could go on for days

I feel like more likely than not you'd probably go from fwb to lovers

Since this is the sfw half we're gonna focus more on the second half

I feel like he falls so hard and fast he doesn't really have time to be like

Oh no I'm falling in love dammit

He's so easily distracted by everything about you that he can't hear that voice going "snap out of it Peter"

Cause he does not want to

Oh my god sit on his lap when he's in the pilot's seat in the Milano

When he's not driving obviously

It's one of his favorite things you do

If you're Terran you bond over earth stuff really quickly

#growingupterran

He's really affectionate

Like really really affectionate

Rocket makes gagging noises whenever you're in the same room cause there's usually some kinda cuddling or kissing going on

Even just loving gazes across the room

Rocket is the voice Peter ignores telling him to snap out of it

Rocket: come on! This is gross! It's gross, right Groot?

Groot, handing Peter a flower to give to you: I am Groot :)

Peter, handing you the flower: thank you Groot, you're my new wingman

Rocket: >:(

Don't worry though, you call Rocket the weapons expert and he likes you suddenly

"What should we bring to the attack?"

"We should ask Rocket, he is the weapons expert"

Rocket, dropping down from an air vent, "DAMN RIGHT I AM"

Rocket gives me Rigby meets Dan from Dan vs energy

When Peter sees you getting along with the rest of the crew it makes his heart so happy

I’d say out of all marvel subunits the guardians have the most genuine found family dynamic

The support between him and his friends is so important to him, so when you integrate pretty easily as part of the group, it means a lot to him

If you’re terran

Which presumably you are

When he first shared his awesome mixes with you you loved it

You checked your phone and realized, very distraught, that you don’t have wifi in space

Luckily you had some music downloaded, so you have like 3 playlists you can listen to

Once you get to a planet with actual reception, you make copies of his mixes on spotify so y’all can shuffle them

He kind of prefers to listen straight through but the variety is nice

And the fact that you did that for him???? His heart goes boom boom

And his peepee goes hELLO

He’ll dance with you a lot

Albeit very shittily

But you both have fun

If you’re insecure about dancing you won’t be for long

Sometimes when you’re dancing he’ll have his hands on your waist

Just staring at you

He’s been from one corner of the galaxy to the next

He’s seen everything

And you still top the charts as the prettiest sight he’s ever laid eyes on

His eyes get all big and sparkly

His brow gets a little furrowed and he has this smirky smile

He lets out a breathy laugh, baffled at how after all the pain and loss and bullshit he’s endured

How someone as

Wonderful

As you came into his life

Man

He just likes spending time with you

And as much of a front as he puts up he will come damn near death to protect you and make sure you’re safe

The only reason he wouldn’t actually die for you is because then he wouldn’t be able to protect you more

But he will 100% sacrifice himself for your safety and wellbeing

Afterwards he’ll cover it up with self aggrandizing humor

“So we’re in agreement… that was so heroic, right?”

Through tears, you’ll clutch him and laugh

“Oh, yeah. Very brave, your medal of valor will be arriving soon,”

He does this to soften the blow of what he did

Both for you and him

Let’s be real, he’s not best with up front emotional vulnerability

He’ll deflect with humor or seduction

But it’s very thinly veiled

When he falls for you you know exactly how much he likes you

Which is a lot

Later during a quiet moment

Maybe you’re falling asleep with his cassettes playing softly

You can tell him not to do that again

How worried you are, how stupid it was, and that you don’t know what you’d do without him

Keep it brief though, he already knows good and well how much it scared you

Most importantly let him know how much how love him

How much you care about him, how much everything he does means to you

And that you’d do the same for him

“Uh, no- no way. The whole point was to keep you away from bodily harm.” He’ll chuckle, half joking, fingers tracing your neck and jawline

“Okay,” you’ll reply into the crook of his neck, “next time, we come up with a plan b where both of us avoid bodily harm. Deal?”

“Yeah,” he’ll say softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “deal.”

Oh god his feelings for you are so overwhelming in that moment

They're swirling around him like a typhoon

He’s so focused on your touch, your breaths, the warmth coming off of you that it just washes over him

All he can do is hold you close

He knows he has no idea what the coming days will bring

But he’ll be damned if you don’t face it side by side

[suhtorus]

prompt list

(angst, soft, smut & random)

[ angsty prompts ]

1. “do you ever mean the things you say?”

2. “come back to me.”

3. “you really are an awful person.”

4. “you need to leave.”

5. “there was never an us.”

6. “i fucked up.”

7. “i’m so, so sorry.”

8. “leave me alone.”

9. “you’re not leaving, are you?”

10. “please look at me.”

11. “is s/he really just a friend?”

12. “i’m sorry but i don’t feel the same way.”

13. “did you think i wouldn’t find out?”

14. “do you even care anymore?”

15. “you don’t really think i’m getting annoying, do you?”

16. “as the saying goes: you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.”

17. “he wanted to take a break, but that meant it was all over.”

18. “she kept it to herself. she didn’t want him to see how much he hurt her.”

19. “i knew it was too good to be true.”

20. “you can’t let him get away with it this time.”

21. “i can’t hide the way i feel about you anymore.”

22. “he’s so paranoid, i can’t do anything by myself anymore.”

23. “don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

24. “every song reminds me of you.”

25. “i can’t stand seeing you like this.”

26. “don’t shut me out.”

27. “just promise to never lie to me, okay?”

28. “somethings are just better as memories.”

[ soft prompts ]

1. “you look exhausted, come here”

2. “not everyone is going to hurt you.”

3. “can i hug you?”

4. “you know i have feelings for you.”

5. “i wish you were here.”

6. “it’s too cold! come back!”

7. “monsters inc. was onto something, your smile and laughter runs my entire world.”

8. “i’m not going to stop poking you until you give me attention.”

9. “just pretend to be my date.”

10. “i didn’t get soaked wet walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. i have beer too. i know you’re sad, so let me in.”

11. “your cuteness is making everyone stare. stop it.”

12. “you make me proud. you know that, right?”

13. “you’re so damn beautiful, baby. i can’t believe you’re all fucking mine.”

14. “i know you’re mad at me but will a kiss change your mind?”

15. “god, i miss you so much.”

16. “i’m only doing it because you’re cute.”

17. “even when you’re annoying the fuck out of me, i still love you.”

18. "i love you even when you're sleepless and frustrated."

19. “can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

20. “you’re so clingy, i love it.”

21. “you’re cute when you’re all worried.”

22. “can i do your hair?”

23. “why do you only kiss me when i’m sleeping?”

24. “nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.”

25. “excuse me for falling in love with you.”

26. “i’m sorry, but that was adorable.”

27. “i’m glad you’re mine.”

[ smutty prompts ]

1. “what? does that feel good?”

2. “c’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”

3. “did i stutter?”

4. “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

5. “just let me finish this/this level and i swear i’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

6. “i’d hold onto something if i were you.”

7. “try not to ruin your manicure when you dig those nails into my back.”

8. “i’m going to remeber this moment when i’m jerking off later.”

9. “you’re too flexible for your own good.”

10. “let’s fuck in the shower so it feels like we’re kissing in the rain.”

11. “if you keep fucking me this good, i’ll marry you.”

12. “we’re the sexiest couple i’ve ever seen.”

13. “you’re the reason i smile so wide and come so hard.”

14. “could he make you feel as good as i do?”

15. “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

16. “is that a gun on your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

17. “god damnit, now all i can think about right now is you licking my cock like its that ice cream cone.”

18. “if i have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

19. “it’s not polite to stare, but i understand.”

20. “i love how your body loses control when you cum.”

21. “i’m bored. come over and sit on my dick.”

22. “why did you wear underwear, when you know im going to tear it off anyway?”

23. “im going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”

24. “can i at least take my shoes off before u pounce at me?”

25. “no, i’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

26. “would you prefer my tongue or my cock?”

27. “dammit, we made a mess.”

28. “were you dreaming about me again?”

29. “well good morning to you too.”

[ random prompts ]

1. “have i entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

2. “let’s be annoyingly cute.”

3. “in this exact moment, i love my bed more than you.”

4. “grab my ass one more time and see what happens.”

5. “would you still date me if i dressed up as a cow for halloween?”

6. “these are not regular brownies!”

7. “he hates me. everytime i speak, he looks at me like i’m stupid.”

8. “i’m too sober for this.”

9. “the ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

10. “good thing i didn’t ask for your opinion.”

11. “why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

12. “you work for me. you are my slave.”

13. “just smile, i really need to see you smile right now.”

14. “i had a bad dream again.”

15. “it’s a zombie, not an alien. know the difference.”

16. “you’re so cute when you’re upset.”

17. “waffles or pancakes? or wine? oh..or beer?”

18. “it’s almost midnight and you haven’t said anything cute at all.”

19. “do you always look at me like that?”

20. “what would you do if you never met me?”

21. “i should've stayed in bed.”

22. “picnics are for losers.”

23. “bed. now.”

24. “are you asking me out?”

25. “i may be an idiot, but i’m not stupid.”

26. “i just like proving you wrong.”

27. “we’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

28. “you know you want it, sweetheart.”

29. “you got a cute butt.”

30. “...or we can chill in our underwear.”

31. “he’s pampering me, let him be.”

32. “don’t touch me. we’re fighting.”

33. “i’ll give you a massage.”

34. “hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

35. “it’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!”

36. “you know when your phone buzzes, it means i’m trying to talk to you, right?”

37. “when’s that last time we went on a date?”

38. “i thought you didn’t like cats?”

39. “i had a dream about you.”

40. “pick up lines only work when i’m drunk.”

41. “but, i said i love you.”

42. “we could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.”

43. “you’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?”

44. “…or we could make out….”

45. “i warned you. he warned you. your freaking mom warned you.”

46. “sit still, for the love of all that is holy.”

47. “can you be romantic for once?”

48. “you don’t hate me, quit lying to yourself.”

49. “are you high?”

50. “ew ew ew. you’re so gross.”

51. “step aside and watch a pro.”

52. “i’m a lucky girl. i’ll admit that.”

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Observations while watching The Empire Strikes Back on this, its 40th anniversary:

1. Anakin’s continual terrible choices are astounding, and I don’t understand any of them, other than to say that he is in such deep denial that he can’t fucking figure out that Sheev lied about Padme’s death from the fact that Luke exists at all.

2. Yoda. Has. Fucking. Lost. His. Mind. That entire conversation with Luke and Ben in his little hut is cracked. He’s spent 20 years, alone, in hiding after losing the war, the Republic and the Order and it warped him. 

3. Obi-Wan continues to give himself way more status than he had by claiming that Yoda was his Master. Also, a liar: “Was I any different when you trained me?” Yes. Yes you were, dummy.

4. So many dead Imperial officers. So, so many.

5. R2 spends what is likely his entire stay on Dagobah trying to tell Luke that he KNOWS this bitch Yoda. 

6. “Try not. Do or do not. There is no try.” But “Only a Sith deals in Absolutes.” SO WHICH IS IT?! 

7. Luke throws in the towel on bringing the ship back up. Anakin woulda stood there until he either brought that ship up or fucking died trying, and those are the fundamental differences between their characters. 

8. Shut up, Anakin.

9. Harrison Ford and Carrie Fisher are both disgustingly pretty in this movie. 

10. Yoda continues to be vague and not very helpful about Skywalkers and Force visions. 

11. I ship Han with Leia, Luke and Lando in this movie. He has chemistry with all of them in this movie that reads like he has slept with each of them at some point, and I’m kinda here for it.

12. “I don’t want to lose you to the Emperor the way I lost Vader.” THIS IS A LOADED SENTENCE. I feel bad for Obi-Wan, but also, Obi-Wan is the one who left Anakin on Mustafar and decided not to take him with him, or kill him outright. 

13. “No. There is another.” Is he talking about Leia or Rey? I guess at the time Yoda was talking about the unnamed sister George Lucas was going to have Luke go looking for, before deciding that Leia would be said sister.

14. Leia’s Force sense tingles on Bespin when she paces their rooms, going “I DON’T LIKE THIS.” And she’s fuckin right.

15. 

16. DINNER WITH THE FAMILY! “We would be honored if you would join us.” 

16 B. Shut up Anakin. You don’t even talk that way. 

17. Han’s torture scene, I’m relatively certain, was my first introduction to whump and hurt/comfort. So there you go. I am very basic. 

18. I shipped Han and Leia so, so very hard as a kid, and it was mostly because of the carbonite scene. And then...when Han gets frozen...his face is so god damned stupid. I can’t deal with how dumb he looks. 

19. I had a friend in school who didn’t like Star Wars, but knew I did. And so every chance she got, she would tell me that Han was stupid. As a wee one, I was very upset and offended by this. As an adult, I realize that she’s totally right, but I love that grumpy himbo fuck anyways.

20. I love that there are weird, gross Dagobah stains on Luke’s flight suit. 

21. Leia grabbing the door frame to tell Luke it’s a trap is such sister energy and I love it.

22. Mind fuck: Anakin dueling his own son, who is using his old lightsaber. Like. Can we talk about how twisted up Anakin had to be to go through with this fight against the child he so desperately wanted? God dammit, Anakin. Stop it.

23. lol Leia just standing there, letting Chewie choke out Lando is 1. Such a mood. and 2. Such an Anakin move. She is her father’s daughter. 

24. If Anakin knew Luke had been hanging out with Yoda, he woulda shit bricks. 

25. It is amazing to watch the hero of the story lose this fight. Because he loses really, really badly, and I feel like that’s not something we see much of in these big budget action films. At least not to this extent. 

26. 3P0′s “Wonderful!” was used in a lot of commercials for the trilogy when it was televised. It will be embedded in my brain forever.

27. Luke gets his hand lopped off in the same manner Anakin lost his arm is such...ugh. It’s another moment that Anakin could have recognized as being a sign that he should stop. 

27 B. I wanted to have a mech hand as a kid. I thought it was cool as hell to get maimed by a lightsaber. Please don’t judge me. I was 11. 

28. “I am your father.” It’s this enormous moment. One that Anakin squanders on the Dark Side. 

29. Luke would rather die than join the Dark Side. Anakin once felt that same way. Damn.

30. Luke reaching out to Leia is another huge moment, where we get the feeling that there might be more to her than we’ve been told so far. Which I love. She is the only main female character in the entire trilogy, and she’s given so much to do. Princess, Rebellion Leader. And now...maybe a Force sensitive! Woo! I also love the imagery of her sitting in the pilot’s seat on the Falcon. 

31. I love that Han and Lando are so similar. “It’s not my faukt!” 

32. “Ben. Why didn’t you tell me.” Because the Jedi lie about all sorts of things because they think it’s for the best. Which...yeah. Maybe they shoulda told Luke that one sooner. 

33. Shut up, Anakin.

34. LOL Lando changed into Han’s clothes. 

35. Every movie that isn’t the Prequels has a disturbing lack of Padme mentions and allusions and I hate it. I hate that George didn’t even think about who their mother was until he absolutely had to. I hate that her shadow doesn’t loom like it should. 

35 B. It hsould fuckin’ loom.

[fdd700]

Part 1/2

Pairing: Dukexiety, mentioned moceit and intrulogical Words: 1993 Genre: heavy angst (self deprecation, feeling unlovable, heart break), mentions of smut, mentions of foot

“Oh emo~” Virgil spun around, noticing Remus has managed to get into his room without alerting him. “There you are.” He started walking forward but Virgil jumped back.

“Remus? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, emo, don’t be act like a deer hit by a car, we’re friends, so of course I’ll wanna check in!” There was a glint in eyes, and something told Virgil he should run. Another pat of him didn’t want to.

“F-friends?” This didn’t make sense. Remus should hate him. He was so... “But I was so mean, I left and-”

“Water under the bridge.”

“No Remus, please, I should apologise, I was going to-”

“Virgie-”

“I’m so sorry, I was so scared they’d hate me-”

“Virge-”

“I thought if they liked me, then they’d warm up to you-”

“Virgil!” The dark cloud that had begun to form around the anxious side slowly began to fade away. He looked up, tears streaming down his face, ruining his eyeshadow. “Water under the bridge.”

“I don’t deserve that, though,” Virgil said. Remus opened his mouth, but Virgil put up his hands. “I need to apologise. Properly.” He took a shaky breath, wiping his eyes with his hoodie. “I am sorry. I was so mean to you and Janus. There’s no excuse, and I would completely understand if neither of you spoke to me again. There’s no changing what I said and did, I know that.” He takes another deep breath. “I was desperate to fit in and I let their opinions cloud mine. I’m sorry.” Remus was quiet, uncharacteristically so. He moved over closer to Virgil again, and this time the anxious side didn’t jump back.

“Water under the bridge.” He was getting closer and the glint in his eyes was spreading. “Tickle me emo, let’s say I was mad at you, do you think I would be here?” Virgil shook his head, unable to form a single sentence. “You’ve been so stressed, I’ve noticed. Now that Thomas had... reluctantly accepted me as part of his mind, I think it’s time we had a chat.”

“Chat?”

“As your aware, Roman’s creativity is a lot more, PG13 than mine,” Remus said. “Ya know, unicorns and dragons, mine, however,” A grin was spreading over his face. He was in Virgil’s personal space now. Virgil tried to take a step back, but we met with the wall. “Is a little more, 18 and over. You know, I’m more of the kinky one.” Virgil gulped. “And I’ve noticed none of you really like to, what’s the word? Indulge yourselves, you especially, little emo.”

“Remus-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m not here to judge.” His arms were on either side of Virgil’s head, caging him. “You always seem so pent up and stressed. It worries everyone because, when you relax, Thomas does too. The others tend to let you de-stress by yourself, but that hasn’t been working, has it?” Virgil felt he should lie and shake his head but the look in Remus’ eyes today him that he could see right through him. He nodded. “Then, I thought, maybe I can help?” Virgil’s breath caught in his throat. No matter how many times he imagined a situation like this, he still didn’t understand how it could be happening.

For as long as he remembered, it’s always been Remus. Ever since he first met him, after the split. Yes, he terrified the life out of him, but he listened. He always knew how to read Virgil like no one else could, and that both terrified him and interested him. 

But then he’d left. He’s said horrible things because he was scared and stupid, begging for approval. He’d hurt Remus. Yet here he was, caging Virgil him, forcing him to come face to face with his feelings.

“R-Remus...” His voice was so soft and strained, and his face was red. “I don’t know... I don’t know what you-”

“Oh, I think you do.” Virgil felt Remus’ knee nudge between his legs and Virgil panted. Holy fuck. “I think you know exactly what I’m trying to say.” Virgil found himself nodding, his eyes fluttering closed, head fallen back. “Ah ah, I need you to look at me.” A hand on his chin brought his face back down, his eyes locking with Remus’. “I need an answer.” At his silence, Remus moved to his neck, sucking, and biting gently.

“Maybe... maybe we shouldn’t do- fuck, rem...”

“Tell me to go.” Their eyes met. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll leave.” Virgil blinked.

“I...” He panted as he shifted, feeling Remus’ leg between his. “I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“Tell you that.”

“And why is that.” It would be a lie. Remus was smirking. “So, is that a yes?”

“Yes.” Remus smirked, leaning in and their lips mushed together. Virgil’s heart was pounding. He was becoming a tad overwhelmed but he would rather die than stop this. After years of pining, Remus was kissing him, and holding his and- 

He broke the kiss to pant as Remus moved his leg. The side smirked.

“C’mon emo, let’s go lie down.” Virgil only nodded, following Remus’ lead and lying down. Remus climbed on top of him. “You still look so nerveous. Do you want to back out?” ‘This is your chance to say no.’ But he didn’t want to.

“N-no- I just...” Virgil groaned as Remus’ lips resumed their exploration. “I want this.” Remus’ face reappeared, a wolfish grin on his face.

“Good, little emo.” Their lips met in a soft, quick kiss. “Very good.”

Virgil woke up alone. This didn’t hurt (he swears he didn’t), Remus was a busy person, dammit. Despite how hard he tried, Virgil couldn’t avoid the dumb smile that split his face. Remus. He had... Did this mean he liked him? For once, Virgil’s mind wasn’t plagued by anxiety. For once, the crushing pain on his chest lifted. 

“Hey Virge?” Patton knocked on his door. “You up?” Virgil, realising he was still naked (no, he did not blush {he did}) and quickly grabbed a shirt and a pair of boxers.

“Yeah, popstar, give me two seconds, I’m changing!” He grabbed his hoodie and his jeans and put them on quickly. He moved over to the door, swinging it open with a small smile. “Hey.” Patton smiled, holding up two plates.

“Everyone seems to have disappeared, so I was just coming round to see if you wanted to have dinner with me?” Virgil nodded. 

“’course. Here or..?”

“I figured we could use the communal area, as long as we don’t spill it on the couch, Lo won’t know,” Patton said, giggling. The two synced out and synced back into the common room. “Movie?”

“Oh, hell yeah. We haven’t hung out in a while; we should make an evening of it.” Patton smiled so wide, cause Virgil to chuckle. 

“Black Cauldron?” Virgil nodded at the two snuggled down. Midway through the movie, after the plates were pushed aside, Virgil glanced over at Patton, smiling. He blinked and for a second, he could’ve sworn he saw Janus, not Patton. He blinked, returning his eyes to his lap as a shame seemed to creep over him. The things he’d said and done to Janus... He moved his gaze from lap to the Tv. He would apologise, and maybe, just maybe, the other side would forgive him

The movie night ended later than expected. After Black Cauldron, they decided on Toy Story (Patton cried), then Brave (Virgil spoke in a Scottish accent until Patton cried laughing) and finally Moana (Virgil cried a little bit). It was late and Virgil knew he had to go to sleep. He had been hoping Remus would show up, but he knows he can’t get overly dependent on the creative side, it wouldn’t be healthy. So, he simply decided he would talk to him tomorrow. As they were retreating to their rooms, Patton pat him on the shoulder.

“I just wanted to say that I’m glad you seem a bit more relaxed-” (Virgil willed himself not to blush because he did not want to explain that) “- but I wanted to let you know that if you ever need me, I’m here to talk.” Virgil nodded. Patton smiled, beginning to walk away.

“Hey Pat?” Patton turned around. “You and Janus are... a thing, right?” Patton tensed slightly, preparing himself for where this might go. “I just... god that sounds condescending. I wanted to tell you that...” Virgil took a deep breath, taking Patton’s outstretched hands, squeezing them slightly. “I wanted to let you know that I’m really happy for you.” Patton’s eyes filled with tears and even Virgil couldn’t resist pulling him into a hug. It was warm and sweet.

“I- Thank you, Virgil!” Virgil smiled.

“It’s the least I can do, Popstar.”

The next morning, Virgil felt like a man on a mission. He would find Remus and they would talk about... that night. He got dressed, put on his make up before heading to the common room. Logan was already there, reading a book. Virgil smiled at him before going to get a cup of coffee.

“You’re up unusually early, Virgil,” Logan said. “Did you actually wake up early or did you never go to sleep?”

“Nah, I slept, I’ve just got something I needed to do today, so I guess I couldn’t sleep in.”

“Oh, something important? If so maybe talking to someone or, as the ‘youths’ would put it, spilling the tea, might help you come up with a plan to achieve said mission.” Virgil chuckled at him slightly before going over to the couch, carrying a mug for himself and Logan.

“Uh, I wanted to talk to Remus actually. I slept in late yesterday, so I didn’t see him. I was just gonna ask him something,” Virgil said.

“if knowing his location helps, he is in my room.” Virgil choked on his coffee. “Or at least, he was when I awoke.”

“Sorry,” Virgil said, coughing and wiping up the spilt coffee. “Did he sleep over...? I didn’t realise you were that close of friends.”

“Well, we’re all factors of Thomas’ mind. He said I needed to relax, which honestly was a little rude,” Logan said and alarm bells started going off in Virgil’s head. “So we, uhm, had intercourse.”

Sometimes, there’s moments where you can actually feel everything crashing around you. All the ideas and notions, crashing and shattering. Like a broken mirror, or a broken heart. 

Logan’s mouth was moving but Virgil couldn’t hear him and he was beginning to blur due to the tears in his eyes.

‘I’m so stupid.’ Virgil couldn’t move. He couldn’t feel his limbs. ‘I’m so stupid. Why would he ever... Of course, he didn’t like me. He was just taking one for the team.’

“Virgil, why are you crying? Has something happened or are you experiencing a panic attack?” He could hear more voices, as more people came into the room, but he couldn’t decipher one from the other.

‘I’m so pathetic. Why are you surprised? of course he doesn’t like you. He barely tolerates you. You are-’

“What’s got the emo so upset?” Virgil’s eyes, almost subconsciously, locked with Remus’. There was no glint, no warmth. They were just eyes. He never realised just how stupid he could be. 

Without a word and without explanation, he sunk out, his mug slipping out of his hand and smashing to the ground. He moved to his room, closing the door, and locking it, letting the tears fall. The dark cloud was surrounding him. He deserved this. He moved to his bed, ignoring the knocking at the shouting. He sobbed, letting all of his emotions out.

Of course, Remus would never love him. He was too emotional. He was too anxious. And he had hurt Remus. He didn’t deserve it. 

Lying in his bed, his pillow wet with tears and snot, he realised that he was just unlovable.

PART 2 IS HERE

[bluejaywriter]

Anyway, here’s my How To Fix WW84 in 42 scenes (or less) list:

BTW, this is a very long post. It is a whole movie :P

1. Delete the first scene with the Amazons and have the opening credits be over the 80s montage. I KNOW, but trust me.

2. Mall robbery scene goes normally, but like... less clunky. And there’s a bop playing in the background because it’s the 80s.

3. When Diana comes back, she’s wearing her armor underneath her jacket; have a shot of her hanging it up in her closet, and pieces of the Golden Armor are displayed nearby. She has dinner by herself, and looks lonely. 

4. Diana meets Barbara, and it’s the same, but if she needs something “human”, how about she walks with a cane instead of being clumsy in heels because it may be 1984, but it’s also 2020 :P (also Rucka’s Rebirth run literally has her walking with a cane??) And a girlfriend

5. They bond over the FBI artifacts from the mall robbery, Barbara’s studying something that will be important on an expedition later (a map?), but it’s not like. Placement. It’s just buried in the list of things they’re looking at. Also Barbara is smart and also knows Latin and Diana is impressed.

6. They go to dinner (and there’s a bop playing in the background) and Barbara asks what made her get into archeology, and Diana is vague, and Diana asks what made her get into archeology, and Barbara is also vague, but says she’s always loved ancient civilizations and things. No one asks about anyone’s love life. :P

7. Diana walks Barbara home. Diana asks if she’s in pain (the cane), and she says no, and then it’s never mentioned again because it’s 2020. Also there are no drunk creeps, and no amiable homeless black guys, because… euuuurgh.

8. There’s a scene with another version of the map (or not a map), and a faceless somebody having a vague, Villainy conversation about it (and not Dr. Poison faceless, just... we don’t see their face, lol).

9. Barbara gets to work early and finds out she has to give a tour to Maxwell “The Oil Guy” Lord. This scene goes as normal, and he insists they both come tonight to the gala he’s hosting for the museum at his house. Diana thinks galas are stupid, but she plays along because she wants to keep Barbara away from Max she can tell Barbara wants to go she wants to protect Barbara.

10. Insert artistic shots of Diana’s office here. Basically ancient artifact porn. Show us the cool stuff, God.

11. Diana looks irritated/confused about something and is flipping through books (although computers did exist in 1984, right? Right?). Barbara comes in asking if Diana wants to go shopping for the gala, and Diana asks if she still has the FBI artifacts, and Barbara says yeah, why. Diana says she just wants to check something later, then they go shoe shoppingggggg

12. Diana does all the things the store attendant does. Dialogue, facial expressions, everything. Harold they’re lesbi—

13. Barbara asks if she wants to share a cab to the party, but Diana has to put out a wildfire or something, and says she’ll meet her there.

14. Action scene fire-putting out that somehow relates to a moment later in the movie. Diana can’t save a cat stuck in a tree

15. There’s a shot of Diana stepping out of the burning forest and looking out over the sea, and there are burning embers falling around her, and the sun is setting, and it’s beautiful dammit. And then she remembers she has a date, and she smells like a wildfire, and the music comes in because this was the best scene in the real movie.

15. Gala scene. Entrances and music are perfect, change nothing except man creeps are like… more subtle? And more insidious/Mr. Nice Guy, sure. Diana finds Barbara Ann, and she mentions that she hasn’t drunk/partied like this since college, because she’s a confident woman who can drink, dammit.

16. Pedro Pascal invites Barbara up for a drink, and Diana is prepared to come along uninvited, but there’s an invite for her, too.

17. The three main actors from this movie actually get to hang out together and bond like atoms because they have serious chemistry. Max is a bit of a douche at first, but he relaxes after a bit of goofing off. Diana asks him about the pictures on the wall of his son, and he says he’s the smartest boy in his school, and his goal every day is to make his son proud of him. Barbara Ann (who is slightly drunk) mentions that her father didn’t want her to become a scientist, and they swap horrible Dad stories for 45 seconds. 

18. Diana’s Horrible Dad Story: “My mother never told me his name.”

19. Pedro Pascal mentions that he’s putting together a team for a dig (Apparently they dug up some stuff while he was looking for oil) and he wants Barbara Ann to lead the expedition. 

20. Barbara Ann wants Diana in her team don’t we all. Pedro Pascal pretends to be surprised and delighted by this idea. There’s a shot of his happy face disappearing once the girls leave.

21. Diana goes to find the FBI artifact she’d been wondering about (it’s after the gala, so it’s dark in the museum), and it’s gone.

22. They fly to the dig, and everyone has their passports, and Kristen Wiig does not reprise her Bridesmaids airplane scene, but she can mention that it was nice of Max Lord to put them in first class. It’s also the 80s, so flying looks like whatever flying looked like in the 80s (more leg room? :P) Also, there’s a bop playing in the flying montage. 

23. They get to the dig (in a helicopter), and a bunch of diverse people introduce themselves, because we have to have diversity somewhere in here, it’s 2020.

24. Barbara Ann gets to work, and Diana goes exploring because she’s the main character and doesn’t need to work. She sees a temple/palace further up the island, and it looks like there’s smoke coming out of the courtyard, but she’s called back for dinner before she can go see. The other people tell her the building is abandoned.

25. Diana goes later that night to see, and it is abandoned and there’s lots of animal bones lying around and weird symbols on the walls and it’s creepy AF. But there are other things (pottery?) that remind her of Themyscira, and there’s a flash of a memory from an Amazon feast, and she sees Antiope laughing with a group of Amazons because we need a Robin Wright cameo, and then a hard cut to—

26. Barbara Ann comes to find Diana sitting on the edge of the cliff looking over the ocean, and she asks if she’s jetlagged too, and she says no, just homesick. She tells Barbara Ann that she grew up on an island, and after she left, she spent years trying to move on and assimilate into the new world, but she kept finding things that reminded her of her homeland, and she finally accepted that she should be proud of who she is and where she’s from. Barbara Ann says she should never be ashamed of her true self and then they kiss

27. In the morning, there’s a dig montage, and a bop playing in the background. Diana pretends that heavy things are heavy. They find Diana’s golden helmet and other scraps of the golden armor and a bunch of other stuff so then it’s not conspicuous, and then there’s a tsunami/hurricane, and the rest of the crew dies or evacuates or something. It’s dramatic, and Diana and Barbara almost drown, except Diana is Wonder Woman. 

28. The two of them end up heading up to the abandoned building for shelter, and it looks sturdy, and the animal bones are gone, which is weird, but it’s dry, so Diana tells Barbara Ann to sleep while she takes the first watch. Barbara Ann says this isn’t the worst night she’s spent on the job.

29. Diana falls asleep and has a dream of this building in its heyday, and there’s an Amazon feast, and Diana wanders through the dream looking sad, and Hippolyta stands up to give a toast and is shouting about their guest of honor, the Princess from—

30. And then Diana wakes up, Barbara Ann is gone, and it’s full daylight, and there’s no sign of the storm or their camp. Diana hears a sound and goes to investigate likes she’s in a horror movie or something, and it takes her to stairs that lead underground, and she realizes that the tunnels match the map from the FBI (this is too convenient, but whatever, this is the first draft okay :P).

31. Maxwell Lord is sitting on a folding chair (or a couch!) in the cave at the end of the tunnel, and he’s surrounded by animals in cages. Diana recognizes some of the animals from the bones she saw earlier, because why not. He says that he brought Diana and Barbara Ann here to settle some old scores. Diana thinks for a minute that he’s Ares or something, and he says not MY old scores. 

32. And then Diana is attacked by a Cheetah (why not), and she’s not wearing her armor, but she can fight in her indiana jones outfit, and it’s kind of a lame fight (dark, realistic, no slow-mo), and she re-cages the animal pretty easily, and THEN she’s surrounded by the blurriness like she’s dreaming (bad, but it’s the first draft, okay), and Eva Green’s voice says some villainy things about is this how she treats her friends and she’s just like her mother—

33. And then Diana realizes that Barbara Ann is the Cheetah, and there’s a montage of her falling into Circe’s trap and being turned into a Cheetah, and then a scene of Pedro Pascal’s son being kidnapped while they’re on rich people vacation and being turned into a gerbil, and transformations of a bunch of explorers and warriors from over the years getting turned into animals (including Asteria), and then a scene of Circe being banished from the Amazons and not being allowed to return to (old) Themyscira.

34. Circe isn’t actually in the tunnel, but in the fog sequence, she talks to Diana through a mirror and occasionally morphs into Diana’s reflection, because she’s magic, and that’s creepy.

35. After the fog is over, and Diana’s wearing the Golden Armor because we need to sell toys, and then there’s ACTUAL fight with Cheetah, and a bop (Sebastian Böhm’s “Sweet Dreams are Made of This”) is playing in the background, and this time there are actual stakes because Diana doesn’t want to hurt her. And it’s like, the Cheetah and Wonder Woman fight from Rucka’s run, okay. Cheetah says this is her true self and to leave her alone, and Diana says no, this isn’t you.

36. Diana breaks Circe’s curse with true love’s kiss. Diana breaks Circe’s the curse with the lasso and a speech about love, and it turns out the Cheetah form is held back by the lasso, so Diana lets her keep it. 

37. Pedro Pascal gets his son back and it actually makes sense for him to run out from the bushes. He apparently doesn’t remember anything about Circe.

38. A helicopter comes to get them, and Diana is uneasy, because there’s a third movie, but she leaves and there’s a bop playing, because this is the end of the second movie.

39. Diana adds the helmet and the rest of the armor to her collection in her closet. 

40. Barbara Ann now has to tell the truth all the time because she’s wearing the lasso all the time. This is terrible, but the movie plays it off as amusing. 

41. Diana promises to find help for Barbara Ann, and they kiss

42. I guess the mid credits scene with Asteria can still happen. She could clean up after herself though, lol. A possible end credits scene is Diana finding the lasso on her work desk and Barbara Ann’s desk cleared out, but that’s kind of a bitter ending, and the lesbian ending is nicer.

In the third movie, Diana tries to find Themyscira and Circe is the main villain and maybe Cheetah comes back. Boom.