#skrillme

[netflix-and-skrill]

[j4kestanczak]

[sonnybellstwipzdance]

do you know how sonny got so pale?

 He’s always been pale because aliens are generally not affected by the sun the way that humans are.

He went tanning with Jon ‘Feed Me’ Gooch once (lololol) when they were "dating"

Sun used solar beam! It’s not very effective…

In all honesty I'm guessing its his genes?

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Adrenaline

Characters: Jon, Sonny Rating: PG-ish Words: 520 Notes: Happy Birthday, Ammi! 

Sonny begged him and he caved.

This is one of those times.

Sonny eagerly scrambles up onto the back of the BMW S1000RR using Jon’s shoulder for leverage, almost pulling him off in the process. His tiny frame drowns in Jon’s spare motorcycle jacket, and the overlarge sleeves bunch up around the equally large gloves. The knee guards strapped over Sonny’s pants knock against Jon’s sides as Sonny wiggles around to get comfortable.

“Are you sure all this gear is necessary, man?”

Visions of blood spattered across the highway and splintered bone jutting through open wounds flash through Jon’s mind.

“Yes.” His tone leaves no room for argument.

Jon doesn’t always wear as much protection as he should, but when riding solo he’s prepared to take that risk. Riding with a passenger—riding with Sonny—is a completely different story. He would never forgive himself for harming even a single hair on the boy’s head.

Once they’re both settled, he turns on the ignition, flips the kill switch, and starts the engine. Sonny doesn’t seem too concerned by the idling engine so he releases the clutch a bit and gives it some gas. Just to make sure he’s paying attention. At the sudden movement Sonny flings his arms around Jon’s middle with an adorable squeak and clings like a frightened koala. Jon tries, and fails, to contain his laugh at that particular mental image. “I told you earlier to told on tight!”

Sonny mumbles something under his breath in return but his helmet and the purr of the engine muffle the sound. Jon’s not worried though. If it were someone else he might have been concerned, but this is Sonny and Sonny isn’t afraid of anything.

It takes them a little less than half an hour to escape the annoying stop-and-go traffic of the city before the roads clear out allowing him to finally pick up some speed. Sonny grips him tighter, if that’s even possible, and their helmets knock together as he leans in to rest his head on Jon’s shoulder.

“FASTER?” Jon has to yell over the roar of the engine and the wind whistling through their helmets. Again, he can’t hear his response, but this time he feels Sonny’s enthusiastic nod against his shoulder blade. He accelerates.

The landscape whips by in a blur of color and the beautiful sound of Sonny’s laughter reaches his ears over the noise. Jon can feel his body heat through the thick layers of padding and leather. It seeps into his back, warming him through the slight chill of the wind.

Sonny’s thighs clench around his waist and he suddenly wonders why he was so opposed to this idea in the first place.

He could get used to this.

[humanaftherall]

I have to say that there is more evidence of Skrillme than of Skrillmau5

[thetake-overthebreaksover]

Now that Sonny and Ellie split and it seems Jon and his gf split too, can we have a SkrillMe revival? PLEASE?

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Like This (Prelude to Withdrawal)

Pairing: Skrillmau5

Rating: PG-13(swearing and themes)

Length: 2168 words

Warnings: So much drama, but it’s drunk drama, so if you guys could excuse the ooc-ness? I really recommend that you read Withrawal first, but this fic is meant to stand alone too. Also lots of references to other artists, I’ll tackle them all later with their own side stories don’t worry… what else? Oh yeah, AU.  

Short Description: If any of you guys are wondering what exactly happened at that party, well… 

Author: strangenessinproportion

The party was in full swing. Music blasted from all ends of the room; disjointed notes and melodies melted together from the middle of the living room in a garbled mess of noise (not that anyone was sober enough to care). The air was 45% cigarette smoke, 50% loud screaming, and 90% sex (adhering to the scientific laws of fuck you I’m drunk). There were so many people in the apartment, the party had extended to the rest of the floor. Joel was pretty sure that with all the strangers in Sonny’s apartment, the only reason the cops hadn’t at least shown up yet was because they were already there, getting drunk and dancing their asses off. Who wouldn’t when Jon had set up an open bar on the upturned couch?

It was for all these reasons that Joel could safely conclude that Sonny had no part in the party-planning process. Or the invitations. Or really any of it. In fact he wouldn’t be surprised if Sonny had no idea a party would have even been happening at his place, 3 hours ago.

Speaking of Sonny, he should probably find him before he gets himself drunk enough to agree to do something stupid (you know, so that he’s there when Sonny’s drunk enough to agree to do something stupid). He weaves through the thick crowd to where Jon was talking to those high-schoolers that were always following Sonny around, or as he’s often referred to them, his lackeys.

“SO SHE TELLS ME” the girl with the half shaved head tries to scream over the music “’WHY WOULD I ORDER BUTTER? I JUST TOLD YOU I’M VEGAN’ LIKE WHAT THE HELL?! YOU’RE VEGAN BECAUSE YOU DON’T ORDER BUTTER ON AN OMELETTE?! I TOTALLY PUT BUTTER ON HER ORDER BY THE WAY!”

It’s kind of really annoying, but Jon’s sensible enough not to give alcohol to minors so he pushes himself to the front of the line to the bar-couch(amid much protest).

“Hey Jon, have you—“

“CAN’T HEAR YOU MAN”

“WHERE THE FUCK IS SONNY!?”

The cute French kid(who looked waaay too young to even be in the vicinity of this party mind you) tapped his shoulder to bring his attention to where the German one was pointing at where the crowd was cheering some idiot who was standing on the coffee table singing into an empty scotch bottle—

Never mind.

“HEY I KNOW THIS SONG!” What’s-his-face tells the others. Wait, he knows this one. Something about boats… dock—no, port… PORTER. THAT’S HIS NAME. Yeah.

“GOOD FOR YOU” Jon tells them. “HE’S MUCH QUIETER ABOUT HIS BAND MEMORIES THESE DAYS”

Sonny being in an emo band for most of his teens was fucking hilarious, and he was definitely not going to stop making fun of it just because Jon was shooting him the stink-eye.

He has to hand it to him though, Sonny has an amazing singing voice. He’s changed the song now and it seems even Jon doesn’t know it by the way he stops singing along. He does, however, signal to the guys next to the stereos to shut the music off so that everyone can hear him better.

“BRING ME CLOSE TO LOVE WOULD YOU GIVE ME A REASON TO BELIEVE” is loud enough that it probably would’ve been heard even if everyone hadn’t stopped what they were doing to listen to it.

Joel’s snapped out of the reverie he just realized he was having by Jon offering him a drink.

 “If you’re done ogling my husband.” He goes.

“I always thought he was the wife.”

“Our relationship isn’t defined by outdated gender dynamics… is what you’ll tell him I said if he ever asks.”

“I’ll drink to that!”

Joel almost misses that scheming look in Jon’s eyes as he downs the glass. After all, he should probably have been more worried that he agreed to be the designated driver that night.

You know, because he can’t drive.

“Hey Joel, go kiss him” Jon says as he re-fills the glass for the… fifth? Eighth time? He lost count somewhere after OOH I CRAVE THAT OVER THE HILL WE PAVE. What an emo right? With his all black clothes that hugged him perfectly, and those stupid glasses, not to mention that ridiculous hairstyle. Like, it didn’t even matter that the side of his head was fucking shaved off, when he started jumping around like this it just clung to his neck and face from how sweaty he was. He must’ve been really hot right now too. Really hot.

“Kiss him?” He couldn’t be bothered to add the condescending disbelief to that statement because he was starting to realize he was getting drunk and also there might not have been any condescending disbelief in him to add in the first place(not that he would ever admit that).

Seriously though, his hair is just all over his face now, he can’t even keep his hands from tucking them behind his ears every half second—Is he wearing nail polish!? Two different kinds… and it was oddly pretty…

So was the rest of him.

But now the song was done and the and the cheesy pop remixes were back up at full volume. It wasn’t long before he found Sonny drunkenly trying to push through the crowd to get to them.

He staggers right up to Jon an-and he plants a kiss on his lips?!—no wait, no he didn’t, that was some girl with black hair and some guy who’s not Jon. Also Joel realizes he’s facing the wrong way. What exactly did that crazy fucker give him to drink anyway…

“SONNY, LOOK DEAR, IT’S JOEL”

Oh there they are.

Wow Sonny looks adorable. He’s got that funny little wobble to his step and his face is all red. He looks like he’s about to tip over like this, Joel kind of wants to push him down. It would be hilarious.

So Sonny just walks up and sort of hugs him. It’s really more like collapsing onto him though, and now he’s got his arms full of him and no idea what to—okay maybe there are a few ideas, but those are the kind he might end up getting arrested for. Also deported. So he’d just have to ignore that awkward rush of blood to his nether regions and find a way to leave before things got reaaaaaally awkward.

“JOEL DID YOU SEE ME UP THERE?”

God, he was clingy. And Joel would forever deny any insinuation that he enjoyed this. Inebriated or otherwise.

Then suddenly, his arms were only slightly full of Sonny. A short turn of his head made him realize Sonny was actually holding up half a conversation with that weird friend of his from the record store, Oliver Jones or something(where the fuck does he even find these people!?). They held up something of a half-sober conversation for a few seconds before Sonny stole the cigarette from his mouth and bade him goodbye.

No Joel was not jealous.

Or at least that’s what he told himself.

“Joel. JOEL. JOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEELL.” Sonny poked at his serious face(because everyone knows denial requires the serious face) “JOEL LOOK WHAT I CAN DO”.

And out of nowhere Sonny starts blowing smoke rings at his face. It’s obnoxious and fucking adorable at the same time and that cigarette touched that creepy English dude’s lips and now they were touching Sonny’s like what the hell!? That was like one those fucking indirect kisses from those animes Jon played at his bar when there weren’t enough customers that he would be worried about losing business. Don’t you fucking dare ask how he knows this.

Anyway Sonny still blowing goddamn smoke at his face like it’s the funniest thing in the world(it’s not) and Joel remembers how Jon probably spent like who the fuck knows how much on cheap booze getting him drunk enough to consider acting on the belligerent sexual tension that haunts him and Sonny(sexual tension he will also never admit to having) and really it would be a shame to let all that effort go to waste. Also Sonny’s just nuzzling into his neck now and giggling(fucking giggling) like he always does when he’s drunk like this, and he’s not all that sure he can really keep it in his pants anymore.

Joel goes straight for the half burnt cigarette in Sonny’s mouth and crushes it in his hand(which fucking hurt by the way, but no one else needs to know that).

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL I WAS STILL USING THAT”

Jon’s making kissy faces from behind the sofa.

“SONNY I THINK YOU HAVE A PROBLEM!”

And out of nowhere Sonny starts crying, no, not just crying… like, bawling. And Joel would probably have had a problem with the mess his ironic t-shirt was about to become, but Sonny’s also hugging him tighter (actually more like desperate clinging) and he’s not really all that sure he wants it to stop.

“YOU’RE RIGHT JOEL. I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS ANYMORE! I TRY SO HARD BUT I KNOW I JUST USE SMOKING AS A DISTRACTION BUT I NEVER MEANT FOR IT TO GO AS FAR AS IT DID…”

Shit, he just hit a nerve right there. Sad!Sonny was way less attractive than Giggly-drunk!Sonny. Doesn’t make him want to kiss him any less though. Which was really weird. It was also weird that he wanted to take an embarrassing video of this to post to YouTube. Stupid feelings  alcohol, definitely alcohol.

There’s something cold pressed against the side of his face. It’s a bottle of clear liquor. Jon you life-saver. Oh he was going to regret this in the morning but for now he was going to finish that entire bottle and thank God for beer goggles.

Nope, still unattractive.

Why do sitcoms love making people think that crying is pretty. It’s not, it’s fucking gross. (and while pondering over the right-ness of that statement you can go ahead and put watching sitcoms on the list of things he will never admit to doing)      

Nevertheless his vision is going fuzzy and he smashes his lips against Sonny’s.

The roar of the crowd is deafening but he could care less about them(he never has after all). The kiss was hot(literally, like heat was just gushing out of them both) really fucking hot and it almost sort of hurts how Sonny’s piercings press against his skin but he kind of likes it, and fuck Sonny’s just such an amazing kisser. He just pulls him closer by the waist while Sonny wraps his arms around his neck and drags his hands up so that they’re pushing his hat away and holding on to his neck.

It’s slow but desperate and tastes like everything he’s ever imagined it would be like because he really does think about these things and no you have no proof he ever thought that dear reader. But a million thoughts are racing past his head and they’re almost indistinguishable this way. How incredibly wrong and right and confusing and wrong but also how abso-fucking-lutely right it all is.

And he thinks about happy things, and how warm Sonny is pressed against him like this. Like all of this. It’s wet and sloppy and actually really gross, but hey that’s how he always thought any real relationship should go. Perfect in its imperfection(and by some miracle he doesn’t even care how goddamn cheesy that sounds). Then it occurs to him how they’re doing this drunk at a party. How he’s slowly losing logical faculty and easy all of this is going to able to wave off. For some reason this really bothers him. It shouldn’t though right? But it does and he feels weird all of a sudden about it.

And then Sonny makes this disgustingly beautiful choked moaning sound and every other sense just stops right there.

When his brain starts showing some semblance of function again all he really really really wants is to be able to pull back and say something so stupid he can’t just wave it off in a few days. Something like I love you or marry me. Just something neither of them can forget. Something that will completely screw him over when the memory is brought up. Just so that he’s that sure he doesn’t have to go back to a life where he has to pretend like he doesn’t feel anything about this, because he’s never been more sure in his life that this may be the most important he’s ever felt and it’s all because of Sonny.

So he tries. He really fucking does. But every attempt at getting two seconds of talk time just ends in Sonny pulling him back in hungrier and Joel’s quickly loosing the willpower to make his original plan happen.

In the end he decides he can tell him tomorrow.

And this, my friends, may be the best or worst decision he’s ever made in his life.

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Youma Con (Contest Fic-Incomplete)

contest entry

Pairing: Skrillme, Skrellie, hints of Skrillmau5

Rating: pg

Length: long

Warnings: none

Short Description: Joel sees Sonny has some time off and decides to look for something fun they can do together, something they'd never done; an anime con going on while they have time off? perfect

Author: skrylaxthefish

Joel scrolled through the website for Sonny's tour dates knowing they'd both be free, two and a half weeks in November, that wasn't a huge frame of time; but he knew it was enough for them to get together and hang out. He wracked his brain as to what they could do, they usually just hung out and drank while playing video games, but he wanted to do something different, something spontaneous and fun they'd never done before.

He googled events happening between October 27th to November 12th... Youmacon? He clicked the site link a smirk forming on his lips as he read the information, it was sort of like Comic con, but with more of that Japanese animu shit that he secretly loved, hell the tentacle hentai on his arm was proof; not that he'd ever let anyone know.

This was perfect, he could blend right in with the nerds and they'd never even think it was him since everyone dressed up at these sort of things; he could go as a deadmau5 fan, ha! Hmm Skrills would be a little harder to hide, he had such a distinct look he'd be noticed... Well maybe he'd want to dress up too, he had always wanted to go to one of these things.

He fiddled absently with the McDonald’s kid toy sitting on his desk mulling it over taking it with him as he spun in his computer chair, would Skrills even want to come see him; he had been touring pretty hard, maybe he just wanted to chill for a little bit during that down time. He looked at the little green plastic toy as though it had answers for him, he wasn't even sure what it was, he snorted tossing the toy back onto his messy desk. He grabbed his iPhone off the desk and decided to go for it, he called up Skrills twirling in his chair as he waited for him to answer.

***

Rob grunted at the obnoxious ringing of Sonny's phone, he was asleep against the plane window oblivious to the dammed thing ringing up a storm in his pocket that had woke him.

He reached into Sonny's hoodie pocket answering the phone for him. “What?” He asked a little harshly, he hadn't slept in over 48 hours, knowing Sonny had gotten even less sleep than him working so hard. “Rob? Is Skrills there?” Joel's voice asked.

“He's passed out man, been a few days since we slept, I'll let him know you called.” He didn't even wait for a response before hanging up on Joel tucking the phone away in his own pocket before falling back asleep.

***

Joel stuck his tongue out at the phone, oh well so much for that right now, hopefully Sonny would get back to him, it was a couple of months away but still he wanted to plan this shit out with him; Halloween was right around that time too, he knew Skrills might wanna get in on that with how crazy he was.

***

“Fok! Where's my phone mang, I think I might of left it on the plane.” Sonny pat his pockets down finding nothing as the walked through the airport to go get their luggage. Rob remembered he had it in his pocket pulling it out as he walked leisurely beside Sonny, their next flight wasn't for a few hours. “I got it here, Jon called a believe, or was it Joel?” he had been half asleep, he wasn't quiet sure who it had been calling. Sonny considered it for a moment as he took his phone back compulsively checking his texts and twitter, there wasn't really a reason for either of them to call him, he decided Jon was more likely of the two to have called him; he and Joel hadn't really been talking much lately.

Not that he and Jon had much time to talk anymore either but he was the less hostile of the two, he scrolled through his contacts deciding to give him a call.

***

Jon was startled out of his work by his phone ringing, he smiled at the name lighting up on the screen, he answered and absent spun the silver promise ring on his finger from when he “married” Sonny as he said. “Hey there mate.”

“You called?”

“No? You called me, love.”

“Oh so you didn't call?”

“Was I suppose to?” Jon chuckled still playing with the ring as Sonny grew quiet for a moment, he could hear a bit of muffled talking but nothing he could really make out.

“Oh never mind, just trying to figure out who called me, how you been man?”

They chat for a bit about Sonny's touring, and Jon's lack of touring as he worked on new music; he had a morose smile on his lips the entire time on the phone, memories made with Sonny cropping back up in his mind. As Sonny bid his farewell Jon put the phone down looking to the ring, he pursed his lips wondering if that day would ever come; despite the promise made on their rings, in Sonny's ever changing life it was clear he had found another to share his life with if only just for the moment or perhaps forever.

However he was happy for Sonny and Ellie, albeit a tad jealous she had his heart now. Perhaps he had never had it, it had be a lust driven affair, an empty promise to come back to one another when life was less hectic for the both of them; when they could be together and not just a quick heavy petting session in Jon's tourbus.

He shook away the memories returning to his computer to hash out some more work, he had to talk to Sonny more, he always left him feeling refreshed and inspired just hearing how hard he was working.

***

So Joel called him, his hand hovered over the call button, he debated with himself and eventually decided against calling him putting his cell phone down beside him for now; Joel never called unless it was important, he'd rather call him when he had the time to really converse with him. He sat in a secluded corner with a window waiting for Roadhog to get him some food, not that he didn't love talking with his fans, but he hadn't slept a lot and wanted to get as much as he could without interruption before his next flight.

His eyes were starting to close again as he prop his luggage up against the wall as a make-shift pillow, grabbing his cell phone he reasoned he could at least text Joel and let him know he'd call later.

***

Sonny flopped onto the hotel bed, he'd spent most of the day sleeping but he was still so tired, he was glad his show wasn't until tomorrow and he actually got a bed tonight, his own bed, not that he minded sharing with the Hog; but to spread out on his own bed was nice for a change. Rob was in his own little world in the next room of the suite skyping with Cheryl, Sonny sighed knowing Ellie was flying out to Berlin right about now so he wouldn't be able to call her right now. He lay there for a few minutes listening to the music always swirling in his head, trying to remember what he was suppose to be doing, he was suppose to do something.

***

The taxi was still stuck in busy Toronto traffic, fucking construction on Spadina causing traffic jams everywhere; he still had a bit of jet lag and flight anxiety despite being done with the travelling, he decided it was worth taking the taxi rather than risk being seen by fans in the city. Joel had got a text earlier from Sonny saying he'd call later, he didn't think he'd call right in the middle of playing angry birds, fucker made him waste a pig! He answered with a smile despite still being stuck crawling slowly through the streets.

“Hey there Skrills.”

“Hey, you rang?”

“Heh yeah, I have a proposal for you.”

“Oh? Like business?”

“Nah, ok so here's what I'm thinking, you got time off in November right?”

“I uh, I do?” Sonny never kept track of things, that's what the Hog was for, he'd take Joel's word for it though.

“I guess...”

“Anyway, was thinking we could go to this convention, kinda like comicon but smaller.”

“Oh yeah? When is that?”

“November 1st-4th”

“Where's it at? Cause I've gotta be in LA for the premiere of “Wreck it Ralph” on the second, you heard I signed on with Disney to make some music right?”

Joel bit his lip, fuck, he did hear about that, the horde had been tweeting him asking what he thought about it a few times; this must be such a big deal for him, he could almost see the smile on the goblin's face working for Disney.

“Hm, you there Joel?”

“Uh yeah, it's in Detroit though man.”

Sonny frowned “I'd have to check with Hog if I can make it for the other 2 days, cause I gotta say that sounds like an awesome idea, and if not, I'm sure I can snag you a seat for the movie if you'd like to come?”

“Sounds great, what's the movie about anyway?”

“Old school video games, this villain wants t-” Joel cut him off

“Whoa whoa, you had me at video games, I'll be sure to check it out later I actually gotta go.” Joel looked up to the taxi driver gesturing with his eyes to get out.

“Oh alright, hope to see yea then mang, I'll text ya some details later when I know more.”

“Yep bye.”

***

What seemed like mere moments to Sonny, the month flew by in a whirl wind of touring and then sudden relaxation, he was standing with Ellie waiting on Joel to arrive for the premiere. He smiled widely at his old friend as he hopped out of a taxi, looking just as informal as he was sporting jeans, one of his usual trollish t-shirts and a baseball cap.

Joel kinda felt like a third wheel, despite being all smiles and kindness, he figured Ellie probably wanted to spend the time alone with Sonny, but Sonny was talkative and oblivious as always; happily sharing his experiences with them both.

He hardly noticed the feeling when the movie started, he found himself laughing more than a few times, truly enjoying himself like he hadn't in a long time, Sonny was practically beaming with excitement poking him a few times here and there to explain how he and Ellie had made some of the music together; or how a particular composition had been hard to achieve the sound he wanted.

At the end of the night Joel retired to his room genuinely happy like he hadn't been in a long time, reflecting on his time with Sonny and regarding it as though it was time spent with his precious horde, his family; his everything. He furrowed his brows falling into bed, he had an early morning tomorrow, they had to fly to Detroit to make it to the convention; that thought was unsettling in his mind for a while as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

***

Looking about he quickly pecked Ellie on the cheek, smiling at the light flush of crimson on her cheeks, she waved walking the opposite way to her flight gate as he and Joel headed toward theirs. He was lost in his own thoughts for the moment, high on life, he missed his time with Joel and Ellie, despite how much he loved his dogs; they were one of the few he felt he really connected with; he was thankful for his brief break from touring to catch up with Joel again. He watched as the flight seemed to pass by as though it was a dream, only being dragged back to reality as Joel asked if he was ready.

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I might come back to this at some point, or if you'd like to finish this yourself let me know.

Notes: Youma con is a real convention I will be attending in November in Detroit, also when Joel refers to anime as animu, that is intentionally a reference to people who make fun of it on the internet, not a spelling mistake.

I actually did research for this fic figuring out Sonny's schedule, I mean I'm just guessing on the movie premiere but that is when it's released

Same with Joel's schdule, he's got nothing set up for the time frame mentioned. 

Also Jon has no tours scheduled since march of this year on his website so I just took a guess that he was writing some new music.

I felt this was a good entry, it met all the criteria, if I had finished it, I had plans but got a bit pissed with the whole fandom war today and ended up not finishing it.