#and tells him the driver picks the music and the passengers shuts the fuck up.

[ablogaboutdeath]

Roy: so i found out my chemical romance released a new song. not because I saw it trending on twitter, but because Jason screamed "OHMYGOD it's happening!" and when I ran to his room, he was putting eyeliner on while blasting the song

#jason todd #roy harper #jayroy #red hood #arsenal #incorrect dc quotes #this is a shit post #headcannon Jason died before they broke up and when he came back he was devastated to hear his favorite band broke up #Roy has only listen to my chem against his will #because Jason plays it during road trips #and tells him the driver picks the music and the passengers shuts the fuck up. #dc comics

[sukiipjs]

❧ ROAD TRIP

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↳ chris sturniolo x fem reader

↳ words - 2144

↳ summary - you and chris are best friends. you, him and all your other friends go on a road trip but then there’s not enough seats, then only one bed, and well eventually feelings start to come out.

↳ contains - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, idk fluff

↳ song - infrunami by steve lacy

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me, chris, matt, nick, nate, and madi are all going on a road trip for the summer, cause why not. we’re currently packing our bags into the trunk of the car, trying to fit everything, “shit i can’t fit mine,” chris keeps trying to shove his bag in the corner, “then put it up front, there’s room,” nick scoff and pulls chris’ bag from him, opening the passenger seat and throwing it in front of the seat.

“we got everything?” i ask as i try to make sure i’m not forgetting anything, “yeah we’re good, let’s get in” matt says as he gets in the drivers seat. chris closes the trunk then everyone else gets in the car. nate in the passengers seat, nick on the left, madi in the middle then chris on the right, just as i’m about to get in i pause, “where the fuck am i supposed to sit?”

“what do you mean?” matt turns his head to the back of the car, seeing all the seats full, “guess you’ll go in the truck,” chris snickers as i roll my eyes, “yeah i think that’s full,” i say full of sarcasm.

“just sit on chris’ lap or something,” nate says, trying to hide his smirk. for a moment me and chris try to find out something else until nick interrupts us, “shut up you love birds and just sit down,” both of our faces burst with red, “shut up nick,” chris spits back as i start to climb in the car, setting myself on chris’ lap as i mumble under my breath.

“finally, let’s goooo” nate laughs as i eye madi, i always tell her about me and chris, i mean it’s not like i like chris, we’re best friends, sure he’s hot and maybe i’ve thought about it before but no. she thinks that we should just suck it up and make out, she’s definitely enjoying seeing the embarrassment between us while me on his lap.

an hour and a half into driving, two and a half hours left, we stop at a gas station and all get out, “god finally,” chris stretches out as we all stand outside, matt filling up the car. “y/n/n wanna go get snacks?” madi asks as i follow her inside the gas station store, we go down to the drinks at the end of the store, “sooo…” i roll my eyes knowing exactly what she’s going to say, “so what?”

she laughs a little, “the tension, i mean it’s unbearable,” i grab a dr pepper from one of the fridges, “noooo, we’re best friends there’s nothing there okay?” she laughs again, her grabbing a pepsi, “i’m tired of those excuses, you and him would be so cute honestly, and there have been.. times,”

by ‘times’ she just means the awkward moments of when me and chris end up in a weird situation, him having to pretend to be my boyfriend for my family, when he accidentally kissed me, or when he picked me up from a bar when i was super fucking drunk (i thought he was my boyfriend too, i don’t even have a boyfriend??), but we don’t talk about those times.

my phone buzzes and i look at the screen, “chris wants us to get him a pepsi,” i laugh a little as i grab a pepsi from the fridge, me and madi finish up our conversation about chris, not like thats important. we then grab a few bags of chips and pay. we walk back out of the store and go back by the car, talking with everyone until we get back in the car and drive off once again.

i’m on my phone, still on chris’ lap as i text with madi, my headphones in as other people listen to their music and talk. i start to notice something hard under me, that’s not his leg, i look over to chris and see him staring at my legs, even biting his lip a little. he then catches me looking at his staring and turns his head away immediately, his face bright red.

madi 🫶🫶

| holy shit did you see that?

| his staring? yes 💀

| i told you, the tension is UNBELIEVABLE

| i think he’s hard too…

| WHAT?

| i need this ride to be over.

and eventually it is, after those two and a half hours. we get to the hotel, parking the car and getting out, chris adjusting his pants as me and madi look over at each other, her trying not to burst out laughing.

we get out all our bags as nick checks in at the hotel getting our keys, three rooms with two beds each. we get the the hallways of where the rooms are, “who’s with who?” matt asks. some people start talking about who they want until it just gets to arguing, “okay okay, everyone shut up.” nick stops them as he thinks of something and takes out his phone.

“here’s a random number generator, one to three. whoever gets the same number goes with each other, if you get the same number then do it again, yeah?” we all agree on it and nick goes first, he gets one. then nate, he gets three. then madi, she gets one. then me, i got two. then chris, he gets one, he goes again and gets two. FUCK. “okay so matt you with nate then,” i eye at madi again before nick hands us our keys and we all go into our rooms, me with chris…

“the fuck?” chris scoffs as we walk into our room, “what?” he nods his head to the ‘beds’ theres only one bed. “oh,” me and chris drop our bags in the room and go back to nick, “i thought you got three rooms, two beds each?”

“i did?” nick turns around to see chris and me, “well come look at ours cause it definitely doesn’t have two beds.” nick walks with me and chris to our room and he sees the one bed. “uhh, my bad.”

“my bad?” chris mocks as him and nick argue for a little until i interrupt them, “guys stop, i’ll just sleep on the floor, chris gets the bed,” i roll my eyes. chris sighs, “fine with me,” nick walks back to his room.

madi 🫶🫶

| there’s a pool, let’s go

| i’ll meet you there

i walk into the bathroom of the room, changing into my swimsuit then going back out and putting my other clothes by my bag, “where are you going?” i laugh a little, “there’s a pool, me and madi are going,” chris lays on the bed, on his phone as he talks, “you’re welcome to come,” i smile as i walk out of the room.

when i get to the pool room i see madi there, we both get in the pool, “there’s only one bed in our room,” i say as i bury my face in my hands, “i’m on the floor though,” she laughs, “you shouldn’t be, you guys need to suck it up and get rid of that tension, fuck it off you know?” i roll my eyes, “how about fuck that idea?”

as me and madi hang out and swim the door to the pool room opens and here comes everyone else, “the funs finally here!” nate shouts as he walk in and jumps into the pool, “more like the funs leaving,” madi laughs as matt and nick walk over to sit on the edge of the pool then chris jumping in.

“chris!” i shake my head a little, getting some water off my face that got in my eyes. “oh i’m soooo sorry your majesty,” he snickers as he starts to swim around, madi looking at me in a ‘you two kill me’ way and i mouth at her to shut up as i go back to swimming.

we all hang out for a while until it gets later and we go back to our rooms, cleaning up so we can all go to dinner soon. i take a shower as chris lays on the bed, on his phone once again. i get out and dry off mostly then i realize i forgot to bring my clothes in the bathroom, “chris!! can you get my black dress from my bag?” he yells back then grabs it, coming up to the bathroom door, “can i come in?” he asks as i finish wrapping my towel around myself, hiding my body then opening the door. chris hides his eyes with his hand and the other holds out the dress, “thanks,” i laugh as i take the dress, closing the door then changing into it.

when i’m done in the bathroom i get out, going to my bag trying to find my jewlery, when i find it i lean my phone against some cabinet so i can see myself in the camera as i put on my jewlery, “you look good,” i laugh a little, turning to him as i put in my other earring, “not too bad yourself,”

“you almost ready to go? we’re just meeting everybody else there,” i nod as i grab my phone, closing it and putting it in my bag as chris gets up and leads us to the door.

we make our way to the restaurant where we meet everyone else. we talk, eat, and laugh for a good few hours, around 7pm when we all walk back to the hotel, madi and nick then going into their room, matt and nate in theirs and me and chris in our room.

chris gets out of his clothes and puts on sweatpants, no shirt. he starts to get in his bed and go on his phone as i start to grab a blanket i packed and lay it down on the floor, then grabbing my pillow and setting it down then i start to lay down.

“what are you doing?” chris looks over his phone, seeing me laying on the floor, “what do you mean? sleeping?” he laughs some as he sits up on the bed a little, “do you really think i’m making you sleep on the floor? come here,” he nods his head toward the bed, “really?”

“of course, y/n. you’re not sleeping on the floor.” he pulls the blanket of the bed up a little, and making room for me. i get up and slip into the bed and cover the blanket over me, “thanks chris” he smiles then turns on his side to check his phone before turning back, “wanna watch a movie or something? i’m not honestly not even that tired,”

i grab my laptop from my bag and we decide on a movie. while watching it i feel his leg kick me under the blankets, i kick his back a little then lay my leg on top of his as we both focus on the movie. i then feel a hand go to my thigh as we lay our legs on top of each others. i try to look over at chris not turning my head and i see him staring at the blankets that cover our body’s. i turn my head to him as i feel his thumb gently rub at my thigh, his head turns to me as well and as soon as i know it hes kissing me. HES KISSING ME.

he then quickly pulls away, “i’m sorry. oh god. i’m sorry..” he moves away his hand and leg from me as tumbles off the bed, he walks to the bathroom and shuts the door trying to get away from me. for a moment i stay frozen in shock but then i get off the bed, closing my laptop and putting it away as i walk over to the bathroom, knocking on the door, “chris. can i come in?” for a little he doesn’t say anything but then he slowly opens up the door, i see him standing in front of it, his face bright red as i grab his face, pulling him in for another kiss. he kisses me back deeply as i hold his face in my hands, his hands moving to my waist.

i pull away and look up at him, smiling, “come back to the bed,” we both walk over to the bed, getting in once again as chris’ head turns to me, “y/n.. i really like you,” i smile as i lift the blanket over us again, “i really like you too chris,”

we both get comfortable again as we lay on our sides, facing each other, “goodnight,” chris smiles as he kisses my forehead, “goodnight,” i turn to my other side and i get ready to sleep as i feel chris’ arms around me, holding me tight as we both drift off to sleep.

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taglist : @slutforchriss @mattsleftnipple03 @mattsdinosweater @ccolleenn @mixvchelle @leah-loves-lilies @sturn-wrld

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #sukiipjs #𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐢𝐩𝐣𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝜗𝜚⋆ #𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐢𝐩𝐣𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝜗𝜚⋆

[topsytervy]

Tradition - Leon Kennedy

synopsis: Leon decides to restart a tradition on your 21st birthday that your brother used to do

word count: 2,494

warnings: mentions of death, drinking, and drug use (the drug use mention is just in conversation, swearing (just in case because I can't remember), and spelling/grammar errors, i think that's it

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Leons eyes scanned over the build a bear, trying to decide which one to grab. 

It started as a tradition with your brother. Your brother was 10 years older than you and when you were first born, your dad had taken him to the store to get you a toy. 

“Every baby needs a stuff animal, dad,” Andrew had said as he dragged your father through Toys R Us. 

“Okay, okay. Calm down buddy, she's not going to disappear.” Your father laughed as your brother carefully examined each animal carefully. 

He had settled on a wolf, claiming that it’s the perfect stuffed animal for a baby. 

Your dad didn’t really understand why he thought that, thinking that a cat or dog or even a unicorn would've been a bit better, but Andrew was firm in his decision. 

Your dad found out a few months later why Andrew had thought that when he went in to check on you one night when he heard you crying, seeing that your brother was holding you as he sat in the rocker, wolf in hand. 

“You’re okay, squirt. I'm here. Nothing's ever going to hurt you while I'm here. And if I'm not here, that’s why you have wolfy. Cause wolfy’s going to protect you from all the bad dreams and monsters under the bed and everything in between if I'm not able to.” 

After that, every year on your birthday, Andrew got you a stuffed animal and when you got too old for stuffed animals, well, he still got you one, just left it on your bed when you weren't there and gave you another gift that wasn’t a stuffed animal. 

Leon had met your brother in high school when he was a senior and Leon was a freshman. Andrew had walked past some juniors who were picking on him, and he stopped, shoving them away and telling them to fuck off, taking Leon under his wing for the rest of the year. 

You will never forget the first time you met Leon; he opened the passenger side door to your brother's car, climbing in and noticing the booster seat in the back. 

“We just gotta pick up my little sister then I can drop you off.”  

Leon nodded making himself comfortable and before he knew it, he was watching as little seven year old you run up to Andrew throwing his arms around you as he picked you up, swinging you around before setting you back down, taking your hand and leading you to the car as you talked about, what Leon assumed, your day. 

Ben opened the door for you, letting you climb in and buckled yourself up and that’s when you noticed the blonde sitting in the front seat, immediately going shy. 

“Y/n, this is Leon. Leon, this is y/n.” 

Leon smiled at you, giving a wave, “hi.” 

You sent a shy wave back before turning to Andrew. 

“He’s just coming over to hang out for a while, squirt. Play some video games.”  

You nodded before turning your attention to your lap as Andrew shut the door, climbing back into the driver's seat before turning up his music. 

You saw a lot more of Leon after that, greeting him with a hug every time he stepped in the door before dragging him towards your room to see whatever new thing you did with it or the new thing you just colored. 

You’d spend your days chilling on the couch as him and your brother played video games, reading a book or doing whatever. On occasion, Leon or Andrew would let you sit in their lap and hand you the controller, helping you play as the other let you shoot him or pass him in Mario kart but mostly you just watched, just wanting to be in the presence of your brother and his friend. 

And then the accident happened. 

You had called Andrew in tears, wanting to be picked up from the party you had snuck out to, and he dragged himself out of bed at 11 pm, grabbing his keys and heading out the door. 

“I told you not to go to that damn party. Those people are nothing but trouble,” he scolded you as you sniffled in the passenger seat. 

“I just wanted to break out of my shell,” you told him, wiping your hands across your cheeks to get rid of the tears. 

“That’s fine and all but can't you do it somewhere else. I know I saw at least three kids doing lines on that coffee table when I went in to grab you.”  

“I wasn’t doing them! All I did was have one drink! Besides your one to talk! The only good guy you hang out with is Leon!”  

“I never said I didn’t do anything stupid. I've made my mistakes and learned from them. I was hoping that you would've learned from my mistakes too,” he waited at a red light, turning towards you, “there's nothing wrong with going out from time to time but you don't go alone. Bad things happen all the time and people can lie.” The light turned green, and Andrew eased off the brake and onto the gas, “I'm just trying to keep you safe, squirt. You’re my little sister and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.” 

Abd that was when the car came from his side, running the red light.  

You couldn’t even get the words out before the car made contact. 

You don’t remember it all that well, you remember your parents pleading, you remember Leon visiting you, and you remember when Leon was outside the door with your sobbing parents before he came in to tell you that Andrew wasn’t able to pull through.  

“I'm so sorry squirt. Andrew…” he took a breath, “he didn’t make it.” 

You never cried so hard in your life. 

Leon remembers that day like it was yesterday. He remembers your parents being so torn up and he offered to tell you the news, having been in the police academy and working for the government., he figured it would be easier for him to tell you. 

Sure, it would be hard cause he's known you for ages and Andrew was his best friend, but he could push through. 

 He never could've prepared himself for your cries though, how heartbreaking it was. 

Later that night, after you had fallen asleep, Leon looked at his messages with Andrew, a tear sliding down his cheek as he read one that was sent just a week ago. 

If something ever happens to me Leon, take care of squirt for me please. She needs someone by her side in this world who will protect her from the bad and push her towards the good. 

Leon looked up towards the ceiling, “Don’t worry, man. I'll keep her safe,” he whispered. 

And now here he was in build a bear at 28 years old, trying to find which bear to get you for your 21st birthday. 

“Daughter, niece…” Leon jumped at the worker who appeared next to him, “sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you.” She apologized, laughing slightly. 

“You’re fine. I just- it's for a friend. It's her birthday today and I thought maybe I’d get her one.” He gestured towards the animals, and she smiled. 

“Well, is there anything you know she would like in particular?”  

Leons mind raced as he tried to think of your favorite animal or character or something and then he saw the perfect one. “I think I do.”  

**

Leon let himself into your apartment with his spare ley, knowing you wouldn’t be home yet. He honestly hated where you loved.  

Two years ago, when you told him you had gotten your own place and needed help moving, he was excited for you, helping you pack up and load up a U-Haul and your car before he drove the truck to the address. 

“I know it's not the most ideal place for me to be but it's what I can afford at the moment, so I'll make do.” You shrugged as Leon took it in. 

 It was on the sketchier side of town, and he immediately could see every bad scenario in his head. “I wish you invited me to go apartment hunting with you,” he told you honestly as you unlocked the door. 

“You were busy, and I had the money saved up for this. I know it looks a little…” 

“Sketchy,” 

“Yeah, but I promise it's not that bad. There's been no break in or murders- “ 

“In case you forgot squirt I used to be an officer,” 

“Recently,” you added with a sheepish smile, before fully tuning to him, “I'll give you a spare key if that will make you feel better.”  

Leon sighed as he made his way towards your bedroom, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from your kitchen as he did. He scribbled a note before placing it on your bed along with the build a bear box, before making his way out. 

He relocked the door behind him, giving a smile to one of the neighbors who was watching him.  

**

You walked up the steps to your apartment, exhausted and fumbling with your keys as you approached the door.  

“There was a man in your house,” your neighbor, Willie, piped up and you whipped your head to look at him.  

“I'm sorry?” 

“I saw a man come out of your house earlier today,” he repeated, “kind of big, dirty blond hair, wearing a leather jacket,”  

You let out a breath, “he's fine. That’s just Leon. I've known him since I was a kid.” You informed him. 

“That’s good. I was nervous for a minute that you had some peeping tom who snagged a key to your place somehow.” Willie smiled and you laughed. 

“Yeah, he likes to stop by sometimes. Check up on me. Surprised you never noticed him before.”  

Willie grin just widened, “I try to keep my nose out of everyone's business. That’s Jeff’s job to snoop.” 

You laughed at the mention of the man down the hall who always seemed to be wanting to know everything about everyone to tell everyone else. 

“Well thank you for looking out for me,” you said as you opened your door. 

“of course, miss. Just making sure everyone's safe.” 

You gave him one last smile and wave before heading inside, toeing off your shoes as you shut the door. 

“Alright, Lee. What on earth did you leave for me?” you mumbled, eyes scanning the living room. 

You moved frown the hallway towards your bedroom, peeking in to see a familiar looking box on your bed. 

Smiling you ran over, picking up the note. 

I know I can't be there for you all the time so I'm hoping this will help bring you some comfort for those sleepless nights that I know you have.    

Happy Birthday, Squirt. 

*I'll be picking you up at 6:30 for dinner and drinks so don’t spoil your appetite. * 

You set down the note and began carefully opening the box. You hadn’t gotten a stuffed animal in four years since Andrew’s death, and you were itching to see what Leon had decided on. 

You felt your throat close up when you got sight of the stuffed animal in the box, your eyes immediately watering as you reached in, pulling out the stuffed wolf gently.  

You stared at it for a few seconds before deciding to try and press the paw, not knowing if Leon put a sound in the wolf or not, a bit surprised when a sound came out. 

Not just any sound. 

Your brother's voice from the last voicemail you had from him. 

“Hey squirt, I know you’re at work and that’s why you didn’t answer but I just wanted to say,” the tears started to flow freely as you listened to your brother sing a tone-deaf version of happy birthday before speaking again, “anyway, after blessing your ears,” he laughed that laugh that always made you grin and continued, “happy birthday and be safe. I’ll catch you later. I love you.” and that was the end. 

You didn’t know how long you sat there on your bed, staring and crying over the wolf but you know it was long enough that you Leon had let himself in again, walking down your hallway and stopping at your door, knocking on the door frame. 

Your head snapped up and you launched yourself off the bed and into Leon’s body, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Thank you, Leon.” 

Leon’s arms found home around your shoulders as he hugged you tight, “Of course squirt,” he rested his chin on top of your head, “You know you always got me right?” 

“I know. Thank you for always being there Leon. Every high and low. You were there.” You sniffed. 

Leon’s heart clenched and he let a few tears slip out of his eyes. 

You two stayed like that for a few minutes before you let go, stepping away from him and wiping your tears. 

“God, I’m sorry. I’m a mess and I’m not even ready and- “  

“it’s fine,” he reassured you, wiping his own eyes, “your brother would be so proud of you, you know that.” 

You nodded and Leon smiled, “How about instead of us going out, I order us some food, go down to the gas station and pick us up some drinks, and we just stay in tonight?” 

“I like that idea. Ill grab us some blankets and pillows so we can camp out in the living room tonight.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” Leon turned to walk out of your room, but you spoke causing him to turn around. 

“I’m really glad Andrew stopped you from getting beat up that day, Leon.”  

“I would not have gotten beaten up. I could have easily taken those kids,” he answered, “but I’m really glad he did too, squirt.”  

Before he left to go pick up the drinks, he watched as you picked up the wolf he gave you and gently set it next to the wolf that sat on your bed that your brother had gotten you 21 years ago, “what are you going to name him?” 

“I think I’m going to call him Andrew.” You smiled, looking over at Leon, “and he’s going to sit right here next to wolfy since he was given to me by one of the three important guys in my life, just like wolfy was, and they’re going to be good friends.” 

Leon smiled at the two wolves on your bed before shifting his gaze back to you, “I think that’s a great name and a great place for him.” 

As Leon walked out of your bedroom and into the living room, he could’ve sworn he heard a thank you Leon, and not from you. 

But from your brother. 

~~~~

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader

[sathina]

Hope

Repost from my other acc!

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - drunk out of your mind, trying to fix your relationship

Warnings - angst, talk about cheating,

Your head was thumping, it felt like someone was playing drums as loud as they could.

At this point everything felt like muscle memory. Your hand was rustling through your bag, trying to find the small device. You didn't know what you were doing, a part of you didn't want to do it. But the alcohol screamed louder than your own thoughts.

Finally fishing out your phone, you scrolled through the contact list on it. Your eyes couldn't focus, you didn't even know if you were calling the right number, but when his cranky voice rang out, you knew you couldn't hang up now.

" Y/n?" On the other side of the city, Jack was confused. Why were you calling now? In the middle of the night, especially after you ignored every call and text he sent you.

He could hear many voices on the other line, some shitty music and kissing noises were thrown into the mix too.

" Jack, I hope you understand what you did, hurt me. If you are with that bitch right now I want you to tell her that when she's done with you, I'm not gonna take you back-"

" Baby, of course I'm not with her-"

" You don't get to pull this baby bullshit on me. You don't have those privilege's anymore." You sounded like you could cry any moment now. Your voice cracked in the middle of your sentence, you were broken. Completely and utterly shattered.

" Listen, just tell me where you are." Jack was ready to jump out of bed and come to your rescue. He didn't like the fact that you were probably alone somewhere, drunk and sad at the same time.

" Why do you care?" You raised your hand asking for another drink, the bartender placing another shot in front of you. " You didn't care where I was that night. So why fucking now?"

" I know that you're mad, ma. But for your own safety, please." It was quiet for a moment, and honestly he thought that you might have fallen asleep, but then the question he was wondering fell from your lips.

" Why did you do it, Jack?" It was simple, you almost sounded bored and tired while asking it. But it wasn't that at all. For weeks the wheels in your head couldn't stop spinning around those five words. At the start you blamed yourself. Maybe you were too boring, maybe there wasn't enough spice to your sex, he was away for months on end after all. He could have gotten bored of his own hand. But he could have talked to you. You both would have figured out what was wrong and could have solved it. Instead, he went out and got his dick wet the first chance he got.

" Look, we can talk about it in person. Tell me where you are, mama. I'll pick you up." Even in your intoxicated daze he sounded genuine. Your brain screamed at you to hang up, you knew you were gonna get caught up in his ways yet again, but your heart said otherwise. People always say to follow your heart, that there's nothing greater than love, but every time you open up that same love stabs you back. It already happened with Jack once, what if it happens again? 

Either way you turned to the bartender, nearly shouting your question.

" What's the name of this bar?"

On the other side of the line Jack could hear murmuring, he was already dressed and ready to head out. Only grabbing his keys and waiting for you to answer.

" Some 'Soul Escape'." You slightly chuckled when you repeated the words. " Ironic, isn't it?"

" Stay where you are honey. I'm gonna be there."

It only took Jack a couple minutes to speed down the road, and when he pulled up, he saw you standing outside.

Your hair was a mess, makeup running down your face while you were shivering from the cool night air.

He opened the passenger side door, letting you climb inside before shutting them. He got back into his driver's seat, for a couple of seconds staring ahead of him before turning to you.

" Just drive me home." You said before he could even let out the smallest sound. You were tired, you wanted to sleep, you had no energy to talk.

The entire drive back was spent in silence. When you both finally pulled up, you quickly got out to turn back and look at Jack. With a small smile on your face you nodded in his way. " Thank you."

And just that small gesture made hope bloom inside his chest. Hope that he will hang on till the day he gets you back.

#fanfic #jack harlow #jack harlow angst #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n

[s1ut4adamstanheight]

Adam Stanheight / enemies to lovers 💕 part 2

(ALSOOO if u can’t tell this is kinda based on that one song ‘Scotty doesn’t know’ by Lustra so if you don’t know ur listen to it RIGHT NOW)

Fiona’s POV:

I put on a tiny black dress and do my makeup the way Scott likes and check my phone too see if i got text from him, he's picking me up to drive me to his next show at some underground club.

I've been going out with Scott for a few weeks now, mostly because at first i wanted to get into music too but lately i don't know what I've wanted.

"here" My phone buzzes at his notification and i quickly put on some heels and head out the door with my purse.

I open the passenger door and hop in beside Scott, his idiot friends in the back.

"Hey babe" he smirks and leans over to kiss me.

"hey" i smile back, i notice him looking me up and down.

"you look fucking hot tonight" He nods as he stares at my revealing chest before he starts driving.

We get to the club and get out of the van.

"Adam i need you to be the driver tonight since we're all gonna be drinking" Scott looks at Adam and pats him hard on the back, I don't understand how he can let Scott push him around like that it's pathetic.

"I can't i need to get home-"

"i don't care." Scott blurts back immediately.

"do your fucking job and do what your told." Scott doesn't wait for Adam to reply he just starts walking into the club letting everyone else get the instruments from the van and leaving Adam standing alone and annoyed. Like i said, pathetic.

We get inside and go to the backroom and wait for the rest of the band to set up on stage and more people to show up.

"Fiona follow me"

Scott takes my hand and drags me to some private room down the hallway, the room is colored pink from the lights and there's couches surrounding the corners of the room. Soft music plays through the walls from the band playing on stage in the next few rooms.

"we can hangout here until i have to go on" he turns to face me and moves his hands around my waist pulling me in. I like Scott, he's definitely an interesting guy to be around but he scares me sometimes with his temper and impulsiveness.

"it's really nice back here" I let him kiss down my neck and walk me over to a couch.

The bright pink lights are nauseating so i close my eyes, also ignoring how Scott is laying me down on top of him on the couch.

He puts his hands behind his head as he lays down.

"how about you help me relax before i have to go on...help me calm my nerves" he says so convincingly but i hesitate and he notices.

"C'mon, you know i can help you with your music, i can even get you in my band, you just...haven't proved yourself yet." he moves his hand to me and strokes my hair.

I grit my teeth and eventually nod and smile.

"Sorry, i'm just nervous.." I sigh and look at him as he holds my face moving it down.

"don't be nervous babe" that nickname makes my body stiff.

"you'll do great."

I undo his belt, everything after that is nothing but a blur.

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"that's the good girl i know." he smiles and zips up his pants and stands up.

"I think the music stopped you better get going." I say as I wipe my mouth.

"Yeah yeah, thanks for this Fiona." He rushes off without a kiss or goodbye. I feel like an idiot but if I ever want a chance to be in a band it's this one. He's the only band member I know and he's giving me a chance.

I go to the bathroom and wash my mouth before walking back out to the main room where Scott is onstage singing while his stupid fans yell and excitedly sing along.

I see Adam at the bar drinking water. I guess Scott has him off duty right now. I walk up to him.

"No orders from Scott I guess" I say as I walk up to him and look at the bartender.

"What?" He looks over at me not expecting me to come out of no where.

I scoff.

"You haven't been ordered around yet." The Bartender comes up to me and I order two vodka shots.

Adam scrunches his eyebrows.

"Shut up he doesn't order me around." He starts getting all defensive now. It's embarrassing.

"He totally does. You follow him around like a little puppy doing everything your told." I swallow down a shot and stare at his face, very obviously mad.

"You act like I'm the only one, at least he doesn't get me on my knees with my mouth wide open before every show."

My smug grin fades away. Fuck

He scoffs when he sees my expression.

"Yeah you better keep your mouth shut because your no better."

He raises his eyebrows and chuckles. I hate seeing him all cocky thinking he's won.

"I-" I go quiet trying to think of something to say but Adams right.

"What was that?" He stares at me and smiles.

"That's what I fucking thought" he takes his drink and walks away, camera in hand.

Fuck him, fuck Scott, fuck this fucking club.

"Five vodka shots please."

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Before I know it I'm infront of the crowd and I'm looking up at Scott as he sings. Laughing, singing and cheering him on.

The crowd is heavy and loud, my body is perfectly numb and my mind is worry free and happy.

"This is my girlfriend!" Scott screams into the mic and goes to grab my hand. He's trying to bring me on stage.

I grab his hand as the crowd cheers, Scott pulls me close and I get to see the huge packed club.

I look at Scott as he says something into the mic then turns to me, he kisses me on the lips while grabbing my waist then my ass. I can see Adam, way in the corner with his camera. When he realizes what's going on on stage he puts his camera down and stares. I bet he's jealous Scott's giving me attention while the only attention he gets from his friend is orders.

Scott moves back and ends the show.

"That was amazing! You where amazing!" I drunkenly tell Scott.

"What can I say? You bring out the best in me." He says charmingly.

"How about you Go wait in the car, I don't want any of the guys here to take advantage of you while I'm in the back getting my stuff."

I nod and kiss him on the cheek before getting off stage and walking outside. Honestly I'm no better than Adam.

I get in the van and see Adam, beside me at the wheel.

"Ugh." I groan when we make eye contact.

Adam rolls his eyes at me.

"You put on a good show letting Scott stick his tongue down your throat on stage."

Why does he have to bring that up making it sound so bad.

"Your just mad he was giving me attention."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean." Adam scrunches his eyebrows and leans forward.

"He only gives you attention when he orders you around" I try to act all smug even though he's right. On stage was a bit embarrassing and I didn't like being shown off like that.

"Well he gives all of his hoes attention like that so don't think your special."

"I am not his hoe!" I turn to him and look at him upset now.

"Right right." He smirks "your not just a hoe, your a main hoe, only difference is that he remembers your name."

"Fuck you Adam." I lean back in my seat looking away from him.

"Yeah? Fuck you too Fiona."

"Heyo!." Scott, Roman, Korey and Charlie burst the back of the van open and start putting their instruments in.

"Let's roll bitches! After party at my house!" Roman yells up to me and Adam.

"Jesus Christ." Adam whispers under his breath as he starts the van.

The whole ride there Scott and his band mates are singing and drinking in the back. Adams eyes are focused on the road. I guess he only hangs out with Scott because he pays him the most for his lazy free lance photographing.

"Oh Adam," Roman pops his head in the front from the back, the smell of alcohol lingers on his breath. "We are going to my parents country house so make a little detour."

Of course a country house, I forgot Roman comes from old money. His country house is huge and not just a house, it's a fucking mansion in the country. Big forests surround it.

We get to the place and go up the long driveway.

"Jesus this place is nice." Scott says staring out the window.

The guys drunkenly stumble out of the van laughing.

"C'mon babe." Scott takes my waist in his.

"This really is the perfect after party house." I say as more cars pull up, music blasting.

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Dozens of people fill the old rich place making the bottom floor hot and loud.

I'm standing with Scott while he talks to some fans, getting all the attention.

"Hey I'm gonna go find the bathroom." I tell Scott before walking off.

I decide to go upstairs to avoid a crowd, up here is quiet except for the muffled sound of moaning through the locked bedrooms.

I definitely feel the vodka from the club and everything else I've been drinking since I got here, I stumble around the halls looking for the bathroom. I hear Scott's voice down the next hallway- maybe he's looking for me.

I turn the corner and see Scott with some blonde chick and belly button piercing. What the fuck?! I thought to myself.

My mouth slowly opens in shock, fuck me...Adam was right.

"I told you"

The voice from behind me makes me jump around and gasp.

"Jesus Christ Adam!" Adam was standing behind me and he too saw Scott taking some other girl into a bedroom.

"What the fuck.." I catch my breath.

"I told you your not special, you believe me now?"

I don't look at him and just look away frustrated.

"What does it matter.."

"I told you, your not special and your no better than me." He stares down at me.

"I fucking know, what do I do." I shouldn't have drank as much as I did now I'm emotional and I can feel tears pooling in my eyes. I Look down.

"Find a better boyfriend I guess." Adam shrugs and keeps walking down the hall. Leaving me feeling stupid for thinking Scott could really like me and not just think of me as a good fuck. Truthfully I did like him a little more than just wanting a good music opportunity.

Fuck, I'm such an idiot. But Scott's an Asshole anyway I've always knows I've deserved betters. Fuck him.

I finally find a bathroom in a bedroom. I wipe a few tears away not knowing what to do now, Scott is the only person I'm here for so what else do I do?

I walk out of the bedroom and stumble my way down the halls to the living room where a shit load of people are drinking and dancing with music blasting. Scott is no where to be seen.

I walk into the darkness outside for some fresh air. The cold night air is freezing making me rub my hands over my arms. I sit down on the front step and put my head into my hands.

"Ughh" I groan to myself, I'm a mess.

"Hey need a ride." It's Adam from inside the van.

Huh?

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[blackfangedreaper]

HABITUALLY

Summary: An argument with your family causes you to go back to your awful habits.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Benimaru shinmon x Drug addict!Femreader.

Warning: fluff💞, use of substance and substance intake, cursing, and grammatical errors😬 MDNI.

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"Fuck..." You groaned out rushing into your room and rummaging through your cupboards. "Where the fuck is it?!"

You couldn't deal with the people you called family right now, how could you even call them family? The only thing they do was push you to the edge.

Ever since your father left things just went to shit, your mother's degradion, your brother's scorn and his wife's tauntings, the one person who deeply cared for you, was your elder brother who had been missing for months now.

"Ah ha!" You exclaimed finally sighting your hidden valuable, you sat on your dresser, hands shaking, did you really want to do this, months in rehab going to waste? This wasn't your fault right? It's their's, its all because of them they pushed you here, it's all their fault not yours!

With that mentality you pour out the white substance on your dresser, thinning the fine powder into horizontal lines with your credit card, rolling a dollar bill you start to inhale.

One sniff was all it took, driving you back into your addiction and into a state of euphoria, relaxing your shoulders with a sigh you leaned back laughing, messily wiping under your nose, you stood up fixing your (h/c) locks, picking up your purse and leaving your room to who knows where.

……

He leaves for an hour and he comes back to see a upturned room, he walks in eyes scanning the scattered room before narrowing on the white familiar powder coating your dresser.

"Shit." Benimaru cursed pulling out his phone and dailing your number, it rung twice before you picked up.

"Helloo! W-Who this?"  He hears you slur out, he could tell you were at a club with how loud the music was. "Where are you?"

"Hah? Why s-should i tell you?!" He clicked his tongue walking out of your room, going down the stairs and out of the building.

"Tell me where you are." He demanded sternly, opening the door to his car, getting in and igniting the engine.

"N-No! Leave me alone!" You ended to call with that, but that definitely didn't stop him, desperate times call for desperate measures.

His phone dinged alerting him of your location, he smirked, starting to leave your home compound on his way to the club a couple blocks away.

……

The smell of liquor and sweat hovered in the air as you swayed your body to the beat of the music, you haven't felt like this in a while, shit in a long time rather.

Your mind was in disarray, you could barely think straight, just focusing on the person you were making out with and the feeling of their hands on your body.

You sighed throwing your head back as you continued to danced, the unknown man kissing on your neck his hands trailing up and down your body about to slip his fingers into your shorts but not being able to as he met the floor now sporting a bruise around his eye.

"Huh?!" You squeaked attempting to find out the cause of the commotion, well that didn't work out as you were currently staring at the back of the man who was exiting the club with you over his shoulder.

"Hey! H-Hey let me go!" You squirmed finding no strength in you to struggle or fight against him, after all you knew who he was, your family bodyguard and your ex-lover Benimaru shinmon.

"Stop squirming, i'm taking you home." He said tighten his hold on you as he walked to his car.

"Ever stopped to think that i don't want to go home?!" You hissed pounding on his broad and steady back, you felt nauseous from all the drinking and him holding you upside down wasn't helping at all.

"Well, You don't have a choice." He sneered back dropping you into the passenger seat, buckling you in. "Finish it all and stay put." He commanded, giving you a bottle of water, shutting the door before going round the car and into the driver's seat.

You huffed, struggling a little to open the bottle cap. Finally opening it you drank hungrily turning to look out the window as he started the car and drove out of the parking lot starting the short journey to your family house.

Awkward silence filled the car until you decided to speak, leaving the empty bottle discarded in the cup holder. "why are you here?"

Hearing no response you turned to look at him "Did they send you?! Huh? Tell me!"

Still getting no response you start to tear up in frustration. "You wanted nothing to do with me months ago! So why care now!"

Tears ran down your face as you questioned him demanding an answer, until your body jolted forward ceasing your yells.

He stopped the car at a lone parking lot overviewing the beach, the moon reflected on the sea making it a beautiful dark blue.

You remembered this place, it brought back the feeling of nostalgia reminding how your relationship was before everything went to shit.

He never spared you a glance after you came back from the rehabilitation center and neither did you, you couldn't look at him not after what he had done to you.

You would never forget the day he watched your brother drag and dump you there to rot, the heart broken look on your face as the nurses dragged you into the building.

You begged, you pleaded and promised, you swore up and down that it was a one time thing, they could let you off the hook just this once right?...Right?!

Clinging unto any hope left you looked at him, the love of your life, surely he would understand right, he would protect you, he would fight for you....Right?

You thought wrong cause immediately your eyes locked with his, he looked at you with cold crimson eyes, a look he never dared to direct at you.

Pain and despair was all you felt, the only one you thought loved, cherished and cared for you was standing right in front of you, staring down at you coldly from behind your brother who was sneering at you, seems he finally found a way to get rid of you for now.

Your stay at the rehabilitation center was hell, not only were you constantly waking up screaming due to nightmares, but the other patients and nurses always seemed to love tormenting you.

You prayed that he would come back and save you from this hell hole, that he would apologise saying he didn't mean to disregard you in such manner, to say he still loved and cared about you. But you guess your prayers weren't answered because every morning you woke up to the same shit over and over again.

You tried, you really tried but clinging unto the false hope that he would come back for you was driving you mad, that is if the rehab program wasn't already.

And so the time came that you were released and when you found out he was sent to pick you up, you bore the same cold look in your eyes, the same look he gave you, the same look that haunted you through out your stay at the center.

You promised you would never set foot in the same room as him, but here you were in his car, watching the moon rays bounce off the ocean, in the same place he asked you out two years ago which led to a round of passionate love making, in the same car you both were situated in.

But you couldn't lie to your self anymore, you missed this, you missed him, his kisses and loving caresses, your passionate nights and wholesome mornings.

You sneaking cheek kisses when no one was looking, you always enjoyed watching him force his smile down in order not to break his stoic facade.

"I'm sorry Y/n, I didn't have a choice, i had to let you go" He whispered out.

"Excuses!" You hissed out, why did he bring you here, did he think bringing you here and coming up with a measly apology would automatically win your heart back, well he had another thing coming if he thinks all this would earn him your forgiveness.

"You would have got me out, if you really wanted to!" You continued, finally looking at him, he seemed distraught, like he had something to say.

"But guess what! You didn't you left me to rot, you never cared about me! You never loved me-"

"I loved you Goddammit! And i still do!" He cut you off, his hands tightening around the steering wheel.

"Then what stopped you! What stopped you f-from coming for me, even if you it was just a visit, y-you just abandoned m-me there." You choked out, narrowing your eyes on him.

"They were going to send you to an asylum." He confessed finally having the courage to look at you.

"...W-What?" You looked at him eyes wide in disbelief.

"They were going to lock you up in there and throw away the key, i-i had to find a way, i would rather lose you even if it's just a while than to lose you forever." He said truthfully.

Your mouth remained shut as you finally realised, he never abandoned you after all, it was all their  fault of course, it was always them, always ruining everything good in your life. What was so bad about you that made them hate you so much?

Seeing you so distraught over this whole revelation made him feel guilty maybe he shouldn't have told you after all.

"I'm so sorry." Bowing his head in shame he apologised, he couldn't face you right now.

"I-It's okay, it wasn't your fault." It's theirs.

Taking his face into your hands you wipe stray tears that seemingly escaped from his eyes, you smiled softly at him, leaving a kiss on his nose, causing the corners of lips lips to quirk up a bit.

After a minute of calming down, he ignited the engine, driving out of the empty parking lot, one hand steering the wheel and the other tightly holding yours.

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Hi! Again!! 😁 i actually got this inspiration from a series and i wanted to test this out and i couldn't think of anyone but benimaru 😪. i mean i like it, but not alot. hopefully y'all would like it more than i do!

See ya!❤

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[sathena]

Hope

Jack Harlow angst

Your head was thumping, it felt like someone was playing drums as loud as they could.

At this point everything felt like muscle memory. Your hand was rustling through your bag, trying to find the small device. You didn't know what you were doing, a part of you didn't want to do it. But the alcohol screamed louder than your own thoughts.

Finally fishing out your phone, you scrolled through the contact list on it. Your eyes couldn't focus, you didn't even know if you were calling the right number, but when his cranky voice rang out, you knew you couldn't hang up now.

" Y/n?" On the other side of the city, Jack was confused. Why were you calling now? In the middle of the night, especially after you ignored every call and text he sent you.

He could hear many voices on the other line, some shitty music and kissing noises were thrown into the mix too.

" Jack, I hope you understand what you did, hurt me. If you are with that bitch right now I want you to tell her that when she's done with you, I'm not gonna take you back-"

" Baby, of course I'm not with her-"

" You don't get to pull this baby bullshit on me. You don't have those privilege's anymore." You sounded like you could cry any moment now. Your voice cracked in the middle of your sentence, you were broken. Completely and utterly shattered.

" Listen, just tell me where you are." Jack was ready to jump out of bed and come to your rescue. He didn't like the fact that you were probably alone somewhere, drunk and sad at the same time.

" Why do you care?" You raised your hand asking for another drink, the bartender placing another shot in front of you. " You didn't care where I was that night. So why fucking now?"

" I know that you're mad, ma. But for your own safety, please." It was quiet for a moment, and honestly he thought that you might have fallen asleep, but then the question he was wondering fell from your lips.

" Why did you do it, Jack?" It was simple, you almost sounded bored and tired while asking it. But it wasn't that at all. For weeks the wheels in your head couldn't stop spinning around those five words. At the start you blamed yourself. Maybe you were too boring, maybe there wasn't enough spice to your sex, he was away for months on end after all. He could have gotten bored of his own hand. But he could have talked to you. You both would have figured out what was wrong and could have solved it. Instead, he went out and got his dick wet the first chance he got.

" Look, we can talk about it in person. Tell me where you are, mama. I'll pick you up." Even in your intoxicated daze he sounded genuine. Your brain screamed at you to hang up, you knew you were gonna get caught up in his ways yet again, but your heart said otherwise. People always say to follow your heart, that there's nothing greater than love, but every time you open up that same love stabs you back. It already happened with Jack once, what if it happens again?

Either way you turned to the bartender, nearly shouting your question.

" What's the name of this bar?"

On the other side of the line Jack could hear murmuring, he was already dressed and ready to head out. Only grabbing his keys and waiting for you to answer.

" Some 'Soul Escape'." You slightly chuckled when you repeated the words. " Ironic, isn't it?"

" Stay where you are honey. I'm gonna be there."

It only took Jack a couple minutes to speed down the road, and when he pulled up, he saw you standing outside.

Your hair was a mess, makeup running down your face while you were shivering from the cool night air.

He opened the passenger side door, letting you climb inside before shutting them. He got back into his driver's seat, for a couple of seconds staring ahead of him before turning to you.

" Just drive me home." You said before he could even let out the smallest sound. You were tired, you wanted to sleep, you had no energy to talk.

The entire drive back was spent in silence. When you both finally pulled up, you quickly got out to turn back and look at Jack. With a small smile on your face you nodded in his way. " Thank you."

And just that small gesture made hope bloom inside his chest. Hope that he will hang on till the day he gets you back.

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[perceivedregret]

pt 4! fic can also be found on ao3, user is the same over there. part 1 of Extended Hours can be found here.

i feel it creeping up my neck when it's real late, let it cover me up

“So, are you? Doing anything tomorrow?”

Eddie didn’t respond right away. He was frozen in place, eyes glued to Steve’s hand where it had latched onto his arm. Eddie’s lips then slowly turned upward in a half smirk as his eyes finally trailed up to meet Steve’s gaze head on.

“Seems like I might be. Not sure yet, though. Think some guy I went to high school with might have some ideas.”

A smile broke out across Steve’s face as he let go of Eddie’s arm to brush his hair back. He began to invite Eddie to the plans he had with Robin and the others.

Except– there was no plan with Robin and the others and Steve was lying out of his ass. But before he could dig himself deeper into the lie, he was cut off mid-invite when the customer had cleared his throat loudly behind them. Steve smiled sheepishly at him. He spun around and ripped out a small piece of the magazine Eddie had been reading when he first entered the store. 

“If you give me your number I can call you later, give you the rundown of the plans. When does your shift end?” 

Eddie bit his bottom lip as he pulled a pen from his pocket, and Steve wondered where it came from because those pants were tight . “I get off at ten, so you can call any time twenty minutes after. If my uncle Wayne picks up, just let him know you’re calling for me.” Eddie writes down his number before folding the piece of paper in half, mutters a low “I'll catch ya later, big boy,” before giving Steve a playful salute with two fingers and turning to help out the customer.

Again, Steve is left standing there, jaw slack as his brain shorts as he tries to process everything that is Eddie. He's usually good with the comeback, has gotten better at it since Robin entered his life but when it comes to Eddie….

He doesn't remember walking out of the store but Steve was walking to his car, the piece of paper burning through his jeans where it sat in his front pocket. He settled into the driver’s side, a small smile across his face as he gently set Robin’s things in the passenger seat. It wasn’t until his car roared to life that he remembered.

“Ah fuck, I need to call Robin.”

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“What’s up, Dorkus.” Robin’s voice sounded bored over the line, having just gotten off the phone with Nancy. And she knew who was on the other end because no one else would be calling this late into the evening.

Steve can hear the sound of rustling papers in the background. He’d just gotten home himself, the bag of his haul from Skylar’s Vibe barely touching the kitchen counter before his fingers were dialing the number he knew by heart.

“Robs, please tell me you’re not doing anything tomorrow night.”

“My plans were to do absolutely nothing, actually, thanks for asking.” Robin sighs, the squeaking of her bed springs sounding through the receiver. Steve can picture her settling into bed, in an oversized t-shirt and her fuzzy calf-length socks crossed at the ankles as she leans against her headboard. He’d snuck over and spent enough nights to watch movies, listen to music, or just to talk to know her routine and habits. “Why, what’s going on with you tomorrow night? Wait, tomorrow night is a Friday night- does Steve Harrington have a date -”

“No, it’s not a date . It’s a hangout amongst friends, hopefully. Just need to get everyone on board.” Steve rushed to get her to stop because– no . “Look, I just got home from the Vibe and before I left I asked Eddie if he was doing anything tomorrow night. I might have told him that you and I had plans to watch a movie at my place and asked if he wanted to join us.”

“Hold. I’m sorry, but did you just say that you asked Eddie to watch a movie with you at your place?” Robin’s voice is low, her question holding a million other questions within the one.

An exasperated sigh escapes Steve as he shuts his eyes, tapping the phone to his forehead a few times before putting the receiver back to his ear. “I’m inviting a group of friends to catch up after a long week to watch a movie together, okay? I kinda told him we already planned the whole thing and that he’d just have to meet up with us at my place after Extended Hours. So, what I need you to do for me is say yes and then immediately call Nance while I try to convince Jonathan and maybe Argyle to come with.”

“Right…” Robin clicks her tongue before continuing. “So it’s just a small little hang out amongst friends?”

Steve’s eyes are wide, hands going up in question as if she could see him. “Yeah, what else would it be?” Steve spins in place, tangling himself in the cord of the phone before he leans back against the counter. “I’m just trying to get to know the guy who’s really close to a bunch of our Extended Hours kids, okay? Expand our friend group a little. Maybe get some insight on his relationship with Max and find out what happened between them this summer. Just say yes and ask no more questions, please.”

“I have one question.”

Steve inhales slowly through his nose. “What’s your question?”

“What movie are we watching?”

Steve has no idea how the stars aligned, what gods were looking down upon him for everything to come together but he thanked them regardless.

He had called Jonathan after his call with Robin who agreed to call back Nancy and invite her, although it wasn’t without a hint of anxiety in her tone. He hadn’t expected Jonathan to agree so readily when he asked if he wanted to catch up and watch a movie with them, but he did and asked if Argyle could tag along before Steve could ask to invite the guy himself.

Once he’s got it all planned out with the group Steve tries to relax a little as he starts to make his way upstairs. As he enters his room he tosses his wallet onto his nightstand after he’s kicked the door shut behind himself, out of habit even though no one's home. His parents are at some conference in Georgia. He didn't ask when they'd be back because it could change, like it almost always did.

His mother had called Tuesday night to let him know they were flying further south, so he knew that they had left Texas that following morning. He assumes they'll probably get back sometime next week, but he can't be bothered to care. Not like they did.

Ever since Steve told his father he was going to take a gap year to "figure it out," it's been pretty much radio silence from the man. When Steve came down the stairs ready for work in his Scoops Ahoy uniform for the first time, the only remark Steve got was a scoff from his father before he buried his face behind the newspaper. His mother had been standing at the kitchen island, her fresh mug of coffee barely hiding the straight line of her mouth.

And when he got the job for Extended Hours he didn't tell them. Didn't want to feel the eyes of disappointment staring back, because it was pointless. Being a part of it all, getting to take care of the party and all those kids was good for him. Sure, it wasn't "the dream," but right now it felt right. Having his best friend at his side made it a hell of a lot more enjoyable.

It didn't bother Steve because he quite frankly couldn't care less what the man thought about him. Steve didn't want to follow in his lead, what with the loveless marriage, the constant pressure of keeping up with appearances, or maintaining some backwards hierarchy of bullshit.

That's probably the only thing worth thanking his father for, which was setting the example of what Steve didn't want for himself. It took a while, but it helped him realize how Tommy and Carol truly were a bunch of assholes, regardless of those confused feelings he had for Tommy at the time.

Helped him realize that Nancy was right when she decided to end things with him. That they just weren't meant to be together as a couple and instead were better off as friends. And when she started dating Jonathan (albeit for only a short while), it didn’t sting. And for that Steve is immensely grateful, because without Jonathan he wouldn’t have met Argyle, the man responsible for introducing Steve to California’s best– Purple Palm Tree Delight.

It helped him find his soulmate, platonic with a capital P best friend Robin Buckley who helped him realize how much of a douchebag Steve himself used to be. She helped him change for the better, to become more comfortable doing things for himself, to be himself without feeling like he was wrong for wanting to try and feel comfortable in his own skin. Was he perfect? Fuck no , but he was better than he was and he's thankful for it.

No, Steve can't be bothered to care what his father thinks but for that? Yeah, he can thank him for that.

He shucks off his jeans, kicking it towards the open closet door where the pile of the rest of his laundry sat. He pulls his sweater off over his head and tosses it on top of the abandoned jeans before making his way over to the bathroom door that connects to his room. He needs to shower, hoping the steam will help get rid of that lingering scent of apricots that still clouded his mind.

Steve doesn’t usually set the water so hot, but he thinks it’s the only way for the tingling to stop, to get that gnawing feeling in his gut to melt away. He can’t describe it, he can’t make sense of it and it’s driving him up the wall. He’s suddenly so tense and the searing water isn’t helping to relieve the sudden ache he feels in every muscle of his body.

He goes through the motions and is in the shower long enough for the hot water to start to run cold. He doesn’t step out just yet, thinks maybe the cooling cascade will help relieve whatever the hot water couldn’t.

It doesn’t.

He can’t help the unsatisfied sigh that escapes him as he steps out, toweling the dripping water off his body before wrapping it low at his waist. He uses an old faded t-shirt to dry his hair, a trick Robin taught him that’s become part of his tedious routine.

One thing the shower did accomplish was removing that faded memory of apricots, except now that Steve is surrounded in the steam and the smell of eucalyptus, he wishes the smell were back.

His skin is an angry shade of red, splotches across his chest, shoulders, and even on his knees and elbows. Steve runs a rough hand through his face as he makes his way over to his dresser, opts out of putting on a shirt and just grabs a pair of old gray sweatpants, a pair from his days as a co-captain of Hawkin’s swim team. The fit has become a bit snug, but they’re one of the more comfortable pieces of his wardrobe that he likes to sleep in.

Steve’s bulked up a bit since graduating, using exercise to get his mind blank when a long drive isn’t enough. He’s honestly tempted to start up a workout now even though he’s just showered but talks himself out of it and instead decides he’ll just commit to an extra thirty minutes to his usual morning run tomorrow. Maybe tack on an extra few reps to his usual list of exercises afterward.

The past week, he’d start his usual run at seven and wouldn’t find himself home until way past eight with the sun properly set above the horizon. Then he’d start his routine of push-ups, pull-ups from the door frame, squats, and just about every type of crunch abdominal exercise until his body was screaming, begging for him to stop.

He doesn’t know why he’s upped the intensity of his workout this past week, just knows it has barely helped stop that feeling of numbness that crawls up his fingertips before the ants start making their way up.

It’s nothing new. It’s an ongoing thing that’s gone on throughout his whole life but the ants– those were a new development. He shakes an arm out, hand going up to his chest as he presses a palm against his sternum, counting with each shallow breath the way Nancy taught him to do when he felt this bubbling start in his chest.

Steve checks the time before his eyes wander to the jeans he had abandoned. He makes his way over and pulls out the folded up piece of paper he had tucked in the front pocket. He unravels it to reveal the seven digits scratched onto the surface with a small dash and the letter ‘E’ with a smiley face tacked on the end of it.

He stares at the broken off piece of paper with Eddie’s number on it, hand still applying pressure to his chest. He wants to call Eddie to update him on the (now official) plans but it's barely past nine. Would still need to wait another hour before he can call him at his place.

Except… he can't wait. Steve sighs as the ants start making their way up his arms. He shakes out his fingers again, hoping to get them to stop crawling as he makes his way back down stairs to his living room where he knows the newspaper will be waiting for him on the coffee table. And he does find it, right where he had set it after collecting it from the porch after his morning run.

He opens it up, flips through the pages, eyes scanning each page as he searches for it. He's about to give up and start going through the Yellow Pages when he finds it. Just below Moe's Laundry Service and above Ty’s BBQ was Skylar's Vibe. And right below that, the store's number. Steve snaps his fingers, mutters a silent yes into the empty living room as he takes the newspaper with him up the stairs and back to his bedroom.

He makes his way over to the desk that sits next to his bed, careful to pull on the line as he carries the dial phone over to his bed before he places it on his lap. Steve puts the receiver to his ear as he starts to input the number.

The line rings and the ants decide to ramp up in intensity, threatening to get under Steve’s skin. The line rings a few more times and Steve is about to hang up when the ringing stops and–

“ Thanks for calling the Vibe- sorry, Skylar’s  Vibe, what can I do for ya ?”

The moment Eddie’s voice comes through the phone it all stops. That heavy pressure in his chest, the incessant ants. They’re gone. And Steve can suddenly breathe again.

Which was weird   because it usually got worse whenever Steve interacted with Eddie. Except right now when Eddie’s voice came through, a shuddering breath racked Steve’s body as he finally relaxed, tension releasing until he just felt… nothing. But nothing in the best way possible.

“Uhhh, hello ?”

“Sorry, Munson, it’s me, I just...” Steve trails off, unable to finish his train of thought, too preoccupied with trying to understand what the hell was up with him and why Eddie had such an effect on him.

“... Harrington ?” Eddie’s voice is confused before barreling on with a teasing tone, his smile clear through the phone. “ What’s going on, man? Couldn’t wait for me to get home to call me? Did you miss the sound of my voice that bad? I’ve been told I have quite the captivating voice. Sexy, at times brooding. Great for storytelling and world building. ”

Steve chuckles at that, coming back to himself as he sets the phone down beside himself on the bed before leaning back with the receiver at his ear, stack of pillows low against his back as he leans against the headboard. “Fuck off, Munson,” he mutters as he settles himself down even further. Steve loops his finger around the cord of the phone that laid across his stomach before he continued. “No I just… really wanted to talk to you. To, ya know, update you on the plans for tomorrow night. But only if that’s okay? I don’t want to, like, keep you from doing your job or–”

“Nah, dude it’s fine. This late into my shift I only get a few stragglers so I’m usually shooting the shit until I have to close up .” Steve can hear the low hum of music in the background, some fast thrumming beat that Steve can’t recognize. “ So… what’s up ? What’s going through that pretty little head of yours. ”

Steve rolls his eyes at that, smile ghosting his lips. “I just wanted to see what movie you wanted to watch. Was talking to Buckley about it and we figured, since it’ll be your first time with the group, that maybe you should have the pick.” Robin had suggested it before she hung up to call Nance. It’ll be his first time hanging out with us, ya know? Get him involved , to feel like he’s one of us.   “And…”

Eddie doesn’t respond right away, seems to be giving Steve a chance to continue but the silence hangs in the air for too long. “ And ?”

Steve’s biting at his lower lip as his brows pull together because he can’t bring himself to continue past that. To say it.

And you were right, I just really wanted to hear the sound of your voice right now .

So he doesn’t say it at all.

“And uhh, I don’t know man, we’re just fully expecting you to pick something good so– lay it on me. What movie am I picking up from Family Video for tomorrow night?”

Eddie hums, contemplating his options before continuing, voice low. “ Well… depends, I guess. I mean if I’m picking out the movie, I’m down to watch a horror flick. Max and Chrissy have been in a mood for scares lately so it’s all we’ve been watching. But- I don’t know, it’s your group. What are you guys into? ”

“I’m into whatever you’re into,” Steve mutters before squeezing his eyes shut as a chuckle escapes him. “Well, actually if I’m being honest I’m not the biggest fan of horror movies but I don’t know. It could be fun if it’s all of us. Could make it into a drinking game, maybe.”

“Drinking game? To a horror movie? Harrington, you really know your way to a man’s heart.”

Steve clicks his teeth as he slides himself down further. ”Man, if I would have known it were that easy I’d have suggested it sooner.”

“ I’m an easy man to please, what can I say?” Eddie’s laugh makes Steve’s chest ache all of a sudden. He unravels his finger from the phone’s cord and places his hand to his chest, expecting that sinking feeling to creep up that he’ll have to fight through, but it doesn’t come.

Hm.

Steve clears his throat. “Anyways, do you have any ideas for the movie I should pick up?”

“ Ooo, actually– I’ve been meaning to catch that new one that came out– the one with that burnt up guy who has the knives for fingers. Do you know it? It’s called Nightmare on Elm Street. Jeff and Gareth caught it in theaters during the summer when it first came out and said it was alright. Could be fun?”

“Nightmare on Elm Street– noted. Alright, so we’ve got the movie settled, now we need to come up with the list.”

“ List? ”

“List, Munson, list of things to drink to!”

“ Of course, the list!”

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

#steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie au #stranger things au #steve harrington #eddie munson #fic continuation #extended hours #my*stuff

[out-of-control]

OVER AND OUT (OF CONTROL)

word count: 2524 

warnings: car crash, injury descriptions, hospitals, drug ment

summary: how jim ends up in jersey. 

Decent venue, decent turnout. Day after day after day. Never more- sometimes less. It goes like this; Drive the van. Unpack the van. Play the show. Get paid. Pack the van. Drive to the next state. Repeat until one of three possible outcomes. Death. Fame. Quitting. These are the dice everyone rolls when they sign up for this. Jim stacks the last box in the trunk- a game of 3D Tetris he’s long memorized every piece of and perfected. At least he gets some self-satisfaction admiring his own handiwork. He shuts the rear van doors with an echoing thud, plucks the cigarette from behind his ear and lights it, finally enjoying a quiet moment to himself. Until he gets beaned in the back of the head with a set of keys, that clamour on the ground in turn. “You’re up tonight,” the all too familiar raspy voice calls from a ways behind him, sounding far too cheery about it. Jim can’t tell if it’s from the admittedly impressive bullseye, or from delivering a little bit of misery. “I got us to Philly,” Jim protests, sneering back at his frontman. Jay shakes his head. “And I got us here, Which would leave Caleb, if he wasn’t already half passed out in the green room. I think he’s coming down with something.” Which is always fun to hear, when you live in a tiny van with each other, and are guaranteed to get every one of their germs. Jim tilts his head back and lets out an over-exaggerated groan of defeat to the star studded sky, before retrieving the keys from the pavement, still damp from a storm that rolled through when they got there. “WHATEVER. I’m done out here. Go fetch the fucker. And our paycheck.”

His comrade clicks his tongue and slinks off again. Jim grinds his palms into his eye sockets and leans back against the side of the van as he waits. He watches the local half of this grand machine file out of the building as his smoke burns away in between his lips. Techs, bartenders, security, exchanging the customary solemn head nod. He envies their short commute home. He envies they have a place to even call home. His phone reads 3:48AM. They'll make it to the next city by 9, he guesses, mulling over how massively fucked his sleep schedule is.

Jay reappears, their blue haired drummer in tow, and Jim looks him up and down as he approaches. "You do look like hell," he concludes. 

Caleb doesn't look amused. "I'll cough on you," he threatens.

"You will anyways." Jim scoffs, grinding out his cigarette under his bootheel and shoving off the van to climb into the driver's seat.

"Boston," Jay reminds him as he folds himself into the passenger seat. "Massachusetts." he adds a beat later, as if he has to elaborate. Jim shoots him a look. 

"No shit," Caleb chimes in, curling up against the window in the back seat, behind Jay. Jay flips him off.

Jim turns the keys and the speakers click themselves on with the engine. The music picks up where it was left off, and Caleb, who thinks all Jersey bands sound the fucking same, rolls his eyes. But it’s only tradition to pick the soundtracks according to the state. He doesn’t get subjected for long, at least. 

—

They don’t get far down the Jersey Turnpike. They hardly even make it to Secaucus. Jim hates being the one getting stuck doing the night drives, the passing headlights searing his overly sensitive eyes with every car that goes by. He’d take the rush hour traffic as long as it meant he could get away with some sunglasses- though this late there aren’t too many souls scrambling about. On a weeknight, at least. 

Something about one set of lights up ahead doesn’t seem right, though. Jim squints hard, making a face. The pair of glowing eyes is staring straight at him. At the same moment Jim makes the realization, they catch Jay’s attention, who was daydreaming out the passenger side window. He hardly gets to brace himself as Jim yanks the wheel as hard as he can. But it isn’t quite enough.

It only takes a fraction of a second- a surprisingly dull thud, metal scraping, and glass skittering across pavement. Searing, searing pain.

He presses hard against the steering wheel with his unscathed arm, jamming his shoulder back against the seat, caught between writhing in agony and, well, something, keeping him there. A hand grips hard around his wrist. "Holy shit, Jimothy," and he's never heard Jay sound so scared in his life, which is saying something. "Fuck," is what Jim has to say about that.

Of course, Jim thinks. You deserve this. You know what always happens.

Appendage check- Right arm, left arm, right leg, left leg- shit.

"I'm calling a fucking ambulance," Caleb decides, fumbling for his phone.

"No you're not," Jim immediately protests, through gritted teeth. They know how he feels about hospitals. He can already feel his hair glued to half his face. 

"Look at yourself, asshole! Not this time!"

Jim squeezes his eyes shut. He's not even sure if he can. He tries to shake the hair out of his eyes, but his neck seizes. Instead he lifts his good arm- Jay reluctantly releases him- to push his hair back, and it sticks there, slicked with blood. 

A knot in his stomach ties itself when his eyes reopen and he can see the left half of his view is blurred, and red. He blinks hard. Nothing changes. He swallows and cuts his gaze down to his leg, tugging the deflated airbag out of the way. 

Not ideal, Jim thinks. Jagged metal stabbing into his calf, pinning him there against the seat. He fruitlessly tries to push against the car, to leverage what remains of the driver's side door off his body, when his wrist decides to stop cooperating with the rest of his arm. His palm slips off the metal, wet with blood, and his arm slices against a jagged piece of what used to be the window. He swears and makes another attempt with his good arm, when Jay grabs his shoulder and pins him against the chair before he gets a chance to pivot his torso. Jimothy winces and shoots him an agonized, dirty look. "Fucking sit still, asshole, before you hurt yourself even more." He can hear Caleb on the phone in the back seat, voice dreadfully even.

Jim surveys his whole situation for a moment. The reality starts to settle in that, this is real, this is happening, that this is one living nightmare he can't drink out of his memory in the morning.

"Listen to me," Jim says when his vision begins to fade around the edges. He closes his eyes as he leans his head back. "If I pass out do not let them fucking stick me with anything. Transfusion, blood test, IV, I don't care. Tell them it's fucking religious if you have to."

"Jim-" 

"For ONCE could you just fucking listen to me?" Jim snarls, snapping his eyes open, chest heaving unevenly. They shut up this time. Jay loosens the grip on his shoulder, looking dire, and Caleb squeezes his way up to the front between the seats to wrap Jim’s arm with a shirt he salvaged. Jim stares up as the dark edges creeping over his vision blend into the dark sky.

—

“We couldn’t get ahold of your medical records-” The nurse informs him, flipping through her clipboard. The hospital staff have been buzzing around him since the second he became lucid. “I don’t have any.” Jim says simply, shifting a little and wincing at the throbbing pain all over his body, that seems to dull just a little as this conversation drags on and on. She raises an eyebrow. “Any?” She prompts, eyeing the old, deep scars creeping down his unbandaged forearm. “Listen, I’ve never been to a doctor. I’ve never been to a hospital. I don’t even know my real name, okay? I don’t have any. Just please.”  Jim begs, exhausted, hurting, just wanting to be left the fuck alone. He hates this place. He could’ve stitched himself up just fine, he thinks.

The nurse gives him an exasperated look and opens her mouth to say something, but clearly she isn’t going to get much out of this guy right now. She huffs and makes her exit.

His eyes fall to the needle in his arm, tracing the curve of the clear plastic tube. He groans and leans his head back, trying to lose himself in the foam ceiling tiles, little black speckles against white a picture negative of the sky from the night before.

—

"You've got to get me the fuck out of here," Jim pleads.

"And how do you want me to do that, Jim? Carry you bridal style? You can't fucking walk." Jay snaps. He can understand hating hospitals- but Jim's insistence on avoiding them, even now, is a level of stubbornness he can't wrap his head around.

"They won't even let me smoke, or put on a real fucking shirt." Jim grumbles, absently picking at the bandage creeping over the edge of his jaw. Like his nicotine addiction and fashion sense are his biggest concerns at the moment. Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose.

"They'll let you out in a few days once they think you can get up without popping twenty stitches or more." Jay says dryly. The thought of having to sit here in this white bed in these white walls in this white building is enough to make him debate the merit of diving through his fourth storey window when the nurses aren’t looking. Jay sits back down on the ledge. "I don't know. We got a motel. We can stick around until everything gets sorted out. The van's totalled, but, at least everything made it in one piece except some road cases. Which, whatever." 

And me, Jim thinks to himself. He absently balls his fist in the blanket- or he tries to- but his fingers give out with little pressure. Partially severed tendons in his forearm, they said. It’ll take a good while before he gets full use of his hand back, they said. Jim was certain they had no idea the torture they were sentencing him to.

Caleb notices, and snaps his fingers. “Rest. Idiot. Unless you wanna get stuck here even longer.”

“I’m going to die here,” Jim deadpans. Though if this didn’t do him in, at this point, he’s convinced nothing can.

“And stop being so fucking dramatic,” He adds, rolling his eyes. “I think I earned the right.”

Lacerations to the face, the doctor had continued. One across his collarbone, another trailing up from the middle of his neck- up over the side of his chin. The third going over his cheekbone, just barely missing his eye itself, stretching over his brow and stopping just a little into his hairline. He’s lucky he didn’t go blind, they said. He’s lucky they didn’t go any deeper, knick any arteries, that there’s a chance they won’t even scar. Jim knows that they will. Major trauma to the lower leg, featuring a fractured fibula. Luckily he can still walk on it when he gets some of the stitches out. Luckily. Luckily. To say Jim was sick of getting told how lucky he was, would be one hell of an understatement. 

—

“What we’re doing isn’t worth the risk anymore. I know you know it too.” Caleb says, stern. Always stern, with him.

"We can't keep fucking doing this, Jim, until what, the next accident kills you? Or one of us? Look at yourself! You got lucky that you're still alive!" Jay adds, exasperated.

That is the polar opposite of how Jim feels about all this. Clearly their hearts aren’t in it anymore. He keeps staring at the frankly gross motel carpet, arms crossed, shaggy hair obscuring the scabbed half of his face. “Whatever.” he grumbles. He catches a glimpse of his sleeve riding up, just enough for the big angry cut to peek up at him. Once they took the bandages off, he got to properly mourn his already fucked up stick and poke inside his wrist, now further fucked up by the giant scab running right through it.   SO SH \ RP   SO SMA\RT SO SERRA\ ED 

Painfully ironic.

“Even if we wanted to finish the tour- you can’t play like this. You can barely move your hand, man. You’re still shaky on your feet. We just wanna go home.”

Jim instinctively makes a face. He shakes it off quickly and sighs. “Then go,” he says earnestly. They both frown, looking Jim up and down. “What about you?” Jay asks. “You know me- I don’t have anything to go back to like you do. I don’t know. I’ll stay here. Make my own way. I always liked Jersey, and you know how much of a bitch it is getting me across the border.”

“Do you have the cash for that? Where are you gonna stay?” “I’ll figure it out.” Jim insists. He always does, one way or another. He’s practically the patron saint of starting over.

Jay doesn’t seem convinced, but he knows better than to argue with Jim over this. Caleb seems a little more confident in him, at least. “Okay,” Jay nods slowly. “If you’re sure.”

Jim rolls his eyes. Eye, rather. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll call you if I end up bleeding out in an alleyway or something.” Caleb snorts. Jay doesn’t. “I have my bass. I’ll be in better shape in no time. You know I’ll have no trouble finding gigs.” And they all know firsthand, they might not be household names, but in the scene they’re far from niche. Jim’s good enough, even on his own, to have a reputation following him. Jay concedes, nodding. “There’s still a few days on the room,” Caleb says, standing up off the couch. “We should get going soon, though.” They all hesitate a moment before moving from their respective spots. Jim pushes his shoulder off the door and holds it open for the other two to pack their gear into the rental van. He hovers, watching them do his job.

When it’s said and done, they say their goodbyes. Jim knows this routine. Rough hugs. Well wishes. Promises to stay in touch.

“Drive safe,” Jim says, an instinctual comment now carrying a black cloud over this particular audience.

“Go get some rest, you moron,” Jay calls affectionately from the driver’s window. Jim rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but crack one last grin at him.

Aching shoulder pressed to the doorframe, Jim watches the van drive off, out of the parking lot, down the road, back up north. Back to a place he once could’ve considered home. Just more bodies exiting his orbit. Lingering there, he can’t help but think about what a fantastically poetic time this would be to get loaded. And he knows better than anyone, he can’t deny his nature.

—

#words #i promise i know how autoglass works but consider. i dont care

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

You there, person with outrageous driving habits.

Give us your Stardew Valley driving headcanons for whoever you want tbh.

WHICH ONE OF YOU SENT THIS LMAO

okay uhhh i was gonna do all the characters but i’m tired and want to go back to fishing so here, have just the bachelors and bachelorettes

ALEX: you’d expect him to be kinda reckless, but he drives like an old person (gee, i wonder why?). his mom was a reckless driver so sometimes he thinks about driving with a bit more chutzpah, but then granny evelyn’s scowl pops back in his head and he slows down hehehehe

ELLIOT: passenger prince, cannot drive for shit. backseat drives like he can, though. if you put me in a car with him i’d drive myself off a fucking cliff

HARVEY: you’d think he’d be a good driver, right? WRONG! he overchecks his mirrors for the first 10 minutes and then proceeds to forget they exist whenever he should be checking his mirrors. signals for lanes that split organically (you can get away with not signalling for these) but then can’t merge for shit. absolute disaster. when there’s people behind him he does the speed limit but then if it’s open road he’ll do 30 over by accident. absolute menace, do not drive with him

SAM: surprisingly good driver! he just plays his music too loud and will maybe spend too much time looking over at his passengers. has never used his turn signal. irrational fear of roundabouts

SEBASTIAN: anxious driver, prefers to be a navigator and passenger prince. he is the only member of ASS with a full licence though so on the off-chance they do a roadtrip, he has to drive, and is absolutely terrified. sam and abigail call him a party pooper for being too serious and telling them to shut up when he gets on the highway because it scares him, but he means well. (NOTE: you said driving, not riding. he is fearless on his motorcycle but you put him in a honda civic and he starts whimpering)

SHANE: the best driver out of all the bachelors. actually knows what he’s doing, as he had to drive regularly before he moved back with marnie. the “roadtrip” when he and jas came to pelican town is a core memory for her, as he still uses a casette player for his music. she got to pick all the tapes for them to sing along to :3

—

ABIGAIL: dare i say the worst driver on this list? she talks too much, knows none of the road rules, and can’t even get her G1/learner’s permit because she genuinely couldn’t care less. pierre tried to teach her so many times before giving up

EMILY: is surprisingly good at driving. the most average driver there is, sure, but compared to literally almost everyone else she’s fantastic.

HALEY: two words for you— ROAD RAGE. all her elegant composure dies behind a wheel, she is tailgaiting while everyone is already doing 30 over because you either pull over and get the fuck out of her way or prepare to be rearended. she drifts every fucking turn and is one of the only characters who can drive stick

LEAH: embarrassed that she can’t drive and pretends she can. kel actually taught her, but she doesn’t have a license. the few times she has driven, her motto was “i can’t get caught unless i get caught, so just avoid cops at all cost”

MARU: she’s very alex-coded but isn’t as much of a stickler for the rules (read as: she knows where all the speedtraps are and times every set of lights perfectly to know when to gun it past a yellow lmao)

PENNY: you might be expecting me to say she’s a nervous driver but she’s actually probably the most calm behind a wheel. she knows a lot about car repairs and has the bus manual memorized so she’s great at driving and basic mechanics! pam jokes that she has a nerdy pitcrew to always lend her a hand with a bus which penny finds embarrassing, yet endearing.

#bsc anons #bsc sdv

[ghost-like-pale]

fuckin' perv

info: some gross guy thinks you're his, sapnap thinks otherwise. 》 female clothing/anatomy, they/them pronouns 》 irl + romantic 》 1.4k words

warnings: (sexual) harassment and assault, physical fighting, hurt/comfort, swearing

a/n: ty for the support on my last piece ♡ please enjoy

this blog it meant as a way of coping with trauma/mental issues, please don't report it. if you don't want to see what i write, please just block me.

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the evening sun shone an orange glow over the city. the chatter of the citizens rang through the streets past all the tall buildings, the cars and taxis making their way to their patron's destinations and the smell of your favorite restaurants wafted past the pavement. you've grown up in the city, getting used to it, yet never getting bored.

all of these memories made you think about your boyfriend; he was a real country boy - born and raised in texas and everything. it never failed to bring a smile to your face whenever he pointed out a particularly tall office or a pretty neon 'open' sign.

something he's never been very fond of is the people. specifically older men. they always had a certain look on their face as you walked by, making him swing an arm around your hip or slipping a hand in your pocket. he's always been quite protective over his lover. you didn't mind, though.

—

there wasn't much time to reminisce on your loverboy right now - you were going to see him today! your car broke the day before, so with great displeasure you had to take the bus. you hated public transport. everyone was so close to each other, the air was stuffy and there was always someone to make you horribly uncomfortable.

you pulled your mask further over your nose when you reached the stop. the small space was bordered by plastic panels and a poster for some music event, nothing of interest. the sound coming from your earbuds made your foot tap the the rhythm until the bus finally emerged from the passing traffic.

the ride was peaceful, which made you strangely wary - like a calm moment before the storm. you didn't mind the busride being quiet, but the feeling never shook.

after waving at the busdriver and thanking him kindly, you hopped off the vehicle onto the concrete pavement. three other people walked out with you; and old couple, one holding a walker and a 20-something year old man. the clicking of his tongue grew impatient as he got stuck behind the couple. after a moment the two elders managed to get off the bus safely and the man could finally get to his stop.

you didn't pay them any mind, you wanted to see sapnap as soon as possible. you kept walking at a brisk pace, growing more exited with every step. after passing and crossing a few streets you started to feel uneasy. feeling eyes drilling right through your back, you rummaged in your bag and pulled out a small handheld mirror and lip gloss. as you were applying your gloss you glanced behind you, scanning the faces you could catch from within you peripheral vision.

you were surprised to see the impatient man from the bus stop a few feet behind you. now realizing the situation, you hastily stuff everything back into your bag and start walking again, this time quicker than before. the stabbing look didn't shake, however.

you were getting more anxious as it got darker and the crowds became scarce. the destination was on the edge of the city, where there was nothing other than small stores and the occasional crappy apartment building. the pavement was easy to see if you looked down; no polished dress shoes, no sneakers, no stilettos, nothing. just the occasional group of chatting teenagers passing by or an overworked retail worker walking home.

with every frantic step forward he seemed to get one step closer. the sound of your feet tapping on the floor came to a halt as you arrived at a crosswalk with a red light. the man hummed an unorganized tune and stood behind you and casually waited for the light to turn green. everytime you'd move, so would he. the brief moment waiting in front of the crosswalk felt like centuries.

—

ding. the pole emitted a bright green and you sighed in relief. you rushed over to the other side of the street, making sure not to hit someone on the way there. as you were moving along you suddenly felt a hand on your back, slowly gliding down over your-

"what are you doing?!"

the panic in your voice didn't phase the man, though he did take his hand off your lower half and placed it on your neck instead. he slowly backed you into a small alleyway while muttering a response.

"calm down, cutie. it's just a hand."

you slapped his hand off yourself, losing the hope you had when you realized you were the only one with him on this block.

"let me go, you creep!"

this response to his 'compliment' didn't please him; he harshly grabbed you by the roots of your hair and pushed you against the cold brick wall of a corner store.

"listen here, bitch. you're gonna listen to me real good, and you're gonna obey everything i tell you, understood?"

you whimpered in pain, shutting your eyes and tears dipping at your chin.

"understood?!"

with another yank at your hair you mewled and nodded hastily. this seemed to satisfy him.

"good. now, let's have some fun, shall we?"

his hand rested on your thigh and gradually made its way up, under your skirt until it hit your underwear. the other was around your wrists, holding them both with his larger hands to the side of your head. his feet trapped yours, putting his weight on your toes so you wouldn't kick him.

"ngh-!"

"heh, can't handle stimulation, can you? guess this will be more fun than i imagined- ugh!"

the man was knocked back harshly, the hand that connected with his face quickly retreating to the body it belonged to. sapnap. the man felt his jaw, there was blood dripping off his lip.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO THEM?!"

sapnap boomed in anger at the man. before he could even think of an answer he was hit again by the same hand. sapnap was now right next to you, him seeing your trembling figure in his peripheral vision. once he was sure that gross excuse of a person was going to stay down he turned to you.

his entire body language changed; his arms turning from tense limbs into a welcoming place to rest in, his chest forming into a warm pillow to fall into, his eyes from a slaughtering rage into a kind and sympathetic expression. your tears were already flowing as you sank into his embrace. he engulfed you completely, shielding you from everything and anyone, soothing the intense fear and horror you just experienced.

"you're okay now, baby. i got you, i got you."

his tone was smooth like honey, the words pulling you further in his secure clutch. the screaming must've attracted a few people, because before you knew it your hug was interrupted by him gently loosening his grasp and lowering his voice.

"we should get home, we don't want this hellhole to become a exhibition. here-"

he unwrapped his arms and pulled his grey hoodie over his head and handed the clothing article to you.

"wear this, baby."

you accepted his hoodie and threw it over your upper body. when you were finished sapnap grabbed your hand and guided you out the alleyway and turning a corner. his car was parked a little further.

"i wanted to give you a nice ride through the outer city, but i think you'd rather be home, am i right?"

you nodded. your face was stung by the wet streaks on your face with the cooling air hitting your features. you eventually reached the car, sapnap sitting down into the driver's position and you plopping down onto the passenger seat.

—

the soft revving of the car's engine made for a nice background noise as you drove over to sapnap's house. you reached the destination quicker than expected. time didn't feel like it was passing at this point.

your legs refused to move, even when sapnap opened the door for you. sapnap, understanding the situation, picked you up bridal-style and carried you and your bag out the vehicle.

—

your body was weak, both from the late hours of the night and your vivid memory of what happened about half an hour ago. the mattress sank next to you as you snuggled further under the covers. sapnap radiated warmth, making you move your body towards him and latching onto him like a koala.

"rest, angel. we'll talk about it in the morning."

his voice reverberated in his chest, the vibrations bringing you comfort. his hand found a good spot on the top of your head, lightly pushing it into him.

"good night, (y/n)."

you hummed as a response before passing out. sapnapchuckled at your cute resting face.

"sleep well, baby. you deserve it."

—

thank you for reading. please don't be too harsh on me, heh

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

Vampire Chris and jake get stranded in the middle of nowhere one night. Maybe a car crash or something. As they walk back the sun starts to rise.

CW: Car crash, bruising, seatbelt burn, vampire whumpee, caretaker turned whumpee

The moment of the crash is gone.

He opens his eyes to the aftermath.

Jake blinks, the world spinning, and his head drops back against the headrest of the driver's seat. The world is still lurching, sickeningly, in circles around him. Something is ticking, the engine maybe, slowly cooling down and shit, at least it's not on fire.

The air bag has a smear of terrible vibrant red against its pillowy white as it slowly deflates, and all he can do is stare at it until he realizes the blood must be his own.

One hand comes up to touch at his forehead, and his fingers come away wet and red, too. What he'd thought was sweat is a head wound, bleeding down one side, tickling his cheekbone and jaw. It stings, a little.

The pain seems distant, somehow, like it's being held at arm's length. As if he's looking at his pain from a distance further than he can close.

"Ch-... Chris, you okay, buddy?" He turns, and the passenger seat is empty. The air bag deployed on that side, but there's no blood.

The door is standing open, dome light still on. It takes a long few moments of staring before he can understand that the door is open because Chris forced it open, closed his hands on the metal and squeezed until it bent beneath his strength and let him out.

Jake's body aches as he shifts forwards, fumbling to unbuckle his seatbelt. All the pain is filtering into his senses, piece by piece as if he can only understand a wound once he sees it.

He can't remember the crash.

They were at a four-way stop, listening to some of the terrible pop music Chris loves about the modern world, and Jake had pulled through. They were laughing at some lyric that Jake had had to explain, that had made the little vampire boy flush a little at the definition.

Then there were headlights blinding him, overtaking everything. Chris had yelled something and Jake had yelled something and then-

The moment is gone.

So is the entire back half of his car.

He turns around with a hiss to stare right out a giant gaping hole where his backseat should be into the cool, clear night.

Parts of his car are strewn haphazardly across the road and the grassy ditch he's come to a stop in. As he looks, he can see the frame of a door, crumbled metal that must be his trunk, a tire. Another tire. The bumper on the ground. Glass and metal everywhere.

The stop signs at the fourway are all standing totally untouched, except for one bent at a hard angle, leaning like a man fighting a strong wind.

The sweater he'd been wearing when he got in the car - removed and tossed carelessly in the backseat to pick up later - is hanging off the bent stop sign.

It's fucking spotlessly clean still.

He blinks.

Blinks some more.

What the fuck?

He'd driven Chris up into the hills to go star-gazing, making the most of Chris's bubbly energy that only comes out at night and his classes being canceled tomorrow because of some issue with the campus water supply. This is countryside up here, with houses miles and miles apart. Remnants of old orchards and homesteads, still kept by the descendants of the men and women who traveled out here. Nobody drives out this way this late. It could be morning before someone finds him.

His phone. He can call for help.

Jake looks around, but his phone is nowhere to be seen. He digs around the footwell, what he can touch of it, and there's nothing. Nothing nothing nothing.

His windshield is shattered, open to the outside, and he wonders if his phone flew out of it. It was on the dash, wasn't it? On Chris's side...

Shit.

It could be anywhere in the grass, and he's a fucking moron who keeps his phone on silent or vibrate 24 hours a day. He'll never hear it out here.

First things first, then.

He settles for trying to open his door.

It's been crunched, just a little. Enough that it won't swing out, and he has to throw his shoulder against it, grunting in pain, again and again until finally it nudges just enough for him to fall onto shattered tiny squares of safety glass on the ground. A water bottle is lying there. It's Dasani.

He hates Dasani water, but it'd been free at the gas station they'd stopped at if he bought a bag of chips, so...

Oh, right. His car is full of fucking gasoline.

He groans, scrambling away from the vehicle, trying to remember what a safe distance will be if his car catches on fire or fucking explodes in the middle of the night. At least if it explodes it'll get someone's attention, right?

Shit, he's going to throw up.

Jake lays there, waiting for his stomach to settle, and then crawls again. He makes it up to the road, to the rough asphalt and the gravel that lines the side. The little pebbles sting his palms, rub dirt and dust into the cuts, but he ignores it.

He makes it to the road, twenty feet or so from his car, and then... then he just lays down.

"Chris..." He can barely think. Where has the little vampire gone? Why isn't he here, creeping out of the treeline to ask if Jake's all right? Did he run? Maybe he has Jake's phone. Maybe there was no signal and he's gone to try and find some, to make a call.

Maybe...

Fuck, it hurts to think.

Even just taking a deep breath hurts - something's wrong with his ribs. Bruised or broken. When he pulls his shirt up, he can see the seatbelt burn starting to deepen in color, a diagonal stripe from shoulder to hip written in bright red darkening to burgundy bruising, soon to turn purple and black. If he hadn't been wearing a heavy shirt it'd have torn his skin open. One side of his neck is rubbed raw, he can tell when he touches it and has to pull his fingers away at the spike of pain.

There are spots of dark on his pale shirt, blood seeping through or dripping from his forehead.

But, shit. It could be worse. Looking at the back half of his car, it seems like a goddamn miracle that it isn't.

Jake pulls his legs under him and tries to stand up.

His right leg just won't fucking do it.

Rather than take his weight, it buckles with a spike of pain so bad Jake cries out and collapses back onto the road.

As if it were a dam breaking, all the adrenaline holding off the worst of the pain seems to wear away at once.

Everything hurts, suddenly, a sickening wash of pain breaking against him like he's nothing but a shell to be worn to sand. He aches when he breathes, when he doesn't. A cough makes him whimper as his ribs creak and crack. His head throbs, his hands sting, his leg is swelling even as he looks at it, a broken bone. Definitely a broken bone.

"Jesus Christ," He groans, rolling onto his side, his face pressing into gravel and safety glass.

Nat won't notice they're not home until morning.

No one's going to know he's out here until after sunrise, until he's not up to get ready for class and Chris isn't curled up in the closet to sleep in his nest of blankets and pillows. No one's going to know what happened, and where the everloving fuck did his phone go?

Time passes. He doesn't know how much.

Maybe Chris figured they can't protect him and took the fuck off. Maybe he's going to find somewhere new to crash, some new people to care for him. Maybe he's hunting.

Who the fuck knows?

He comes and goes, in and out of consciousness.

He can't stand, and sort of scooting and crawling around does nothing to help him figure out where his cell phone has gone. No one else drives by on this mostly-abandoned country road, and it was a stroke of seriously bad luck the asshole who hit them and ran was there at all.

Asshole was probably drunk, driving back from the bar, trying to use the backroads to avoid the goddamn cops.

Bad. Fucking. Luck.

Jake wonders if the asshole will even remember hitting his car in the morning, or if he'll wake up and discover the front of his vehicle all fucked up and have no idea how it happened.

He thinks he might pass clean out for a while.

That can't be good.

His head hurts worse when he wakes up.

He raises his head slowly at the sound of a distant rumble, an ancient truck engine coming closer. It takes more effort than he ever imagined just to get himself up to sitting, ready to wave down whoever it is - whatever fucking angel is on this road at what has to be 3 or 4 in the morning by now.

"Please," He whispers, dry lips scraping against each other. "Please, please don't run m'over... please..."

Headlights wash over the scene of the crash, fading everything to nearly black-and-white. Jake raises a hand to shield his eyes, blinking rapidly, as the blue-and-white Ford comes to an idling stop.

A door swings open with a creak and then slams shut again, boots crunching on the glass and debris on the road. Jake raises his eyes to see an old man in worn jeans and a grayish t-shirt staring down at him. "Well, I'll be damned," The man says, his voice low, a little rough around the edges. His hair's dark, but speckled with silver that's visible even in the night air. "You all right, son?"

Jake slowly looks back at his wrecked, ruined car, then back up at the man. "I'm pretty clearly not," He answers, then winces at his rudeness. "Sorry. I mean... no."

"That's all right. We all of us get a little more honest when we're bleeding from the skull. I'm gonna bet you aren't a natural brunette and I'm looking at a big old ton of blood there. What happened?"

"Guy ran the stop sign, hit me... drove off."

"Well, damn. What're you doin' up this way this late at night?"

"Would you... y'believe me if I said... star-gazin'?"

The man chuckles, but it's a low sound, and he moves closer. He pulls a heavy old cell phone out of his pocket - one of those goddamn flip phones that never dies or gets destroyed. It's like Captain Fucking America. Jake has to hold back a half-hysterical laugh.

"Hm, I might. It happens from time to time. Y'didn't come with a young lady, did you?" The man looks over the scene of the crash, searching for more people.

"No, no... just... jus'... I'm just here." He thinks of Chris, the open passenger door, the total lack of a vampire nearby. Is he hiding in the woods? If he's seen, or found out, he'll be hauled back off to be locked up somewhere, milked for venom for pharmaceutical drugs, treated like an animal. They can't admit he was here, he can't be seen. He must be hiding.

That's it.

Chris must just be hiding...

"Please, man, I-I can't find my phone to call for help-"

"I got you, son. I'll make the call. Likely your phone's just buried in the grass somewhere, we'll figure it out. You stay put right where you are, you don't want to move around and make any of it worse."

"Yes, sir." Jake stays where he is while the old man makes the call to 911, feeding him details when he asks, staring off into space when he doesn't.

They can pick Chris up when he and Nat come to get his stuff from the wreck tomorrow. They'll get him then. It'll be fine.

It'll be fine.

The old man hangs up and heads back to his truck, pulling out a battered old first aid kit. "You're lucky I believe in ghosts, you know."

"What? Why? Am I dead?" Jake looks down at his hands. They're scratched and bleeding, and he's pretty sure dead people don't bleed like that.

"No, son, no. But I wouldn't be out here if I didn't."

Jake blinks. "I... I don't follow."

"Well, had a little ghost show up at my bedroom window and refuse to shut up until I drove out here. Redheaded boy. Kept calling for a medic. Felt like I was back in the war for a minute before I realized it was him."

"Which... which war?"

The man fixes him with a stare as he crouches, old knees cracking as he does, in front of Jake. He opens the box and takes out some gauze and adhesive, antibiotic cream, something else Jake doesn't recognize. "You need medics in every kind of war there is, son. It doesn't matter which one. I've fought in two. But this boy called for a medic like he's seen the need for 'em before and didn't have time to save someone. Some kind of old ghost walkin' these roads saw you and made sure I knew."

Jake exhales, almost a laugh, and feels tears burn hot in his eyes. He realizes he's going to cry from sheer relief and exhaustion and pain, and he's not sure he can stop.

A ghost in the window means...

Chris left and ran for help.

"Thank you," he whispers, and he's not really talking to the old man at all.

-

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[raindownforme]

Salt Water

Charlie Slimecicle x reader [she/her used]

CW: negative body image, self doubt, negative self image

(Yes this is self-indulgent comfort)

“This is easy.” y/n spoke out loud to no one but herself. She stared in the mirror, turning side to side. Today was the start of summer, and her and her friends had decided to go to the beach. She’d bought the perfect bathing suit for it, too. It was a pretty blue with a dinosaur pattern. It was also a bikini.

She felt comfortable in it. She wouldn’t have bought it otherwise. She felt comfortable when she bought. She felt comfortable when she planned the whole outfit. She felt comfortable when she made the plans. She didn’t feel comfortable now.

She thought she’d grown put of this. She was an adult goddamnit. y/n wasn’t the middle-schooler who got made fun of by her trash friends, or the high schooler who thought so negatively al the time. She was an adult who bought herself the cute dinosaur bathing suit. And by god she was going to wear it.

y/n sighed, stepping back from her mirror to sit on the edge of her bed. She could do this. She knew she could. It would just be so much easier if she could stop thinking for five seconds. It was the same incomprehensible thought over and over, an onslaught of negative thoughts towards herself and her figure. Reminders of every YouTube comment on her videos, in her friends’ twitch chats, in public posts.

Maybe she shouldn’t go?

“Hey, you ready?” Someone knocked on y/n’s door and startled her. She jumped up from the bed, throwing on a pair of shorts and a large plain shirt. She shouldered her tote of necessities, slipped on her flip-flops, and opened the door. Cooper stood slouched waiting for her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” y/n walked in front of him to the car waiting. Ted sat in the drivers seat, shuffling through his playlist. Jawsh sat in the passenger seat next to him, not at all paying attention. y/n watched cooper climb into the furthest row of the car, leaving her, Charlie, and Traves to fit into the middle row. y/n held her breath as she climbed in, being forced to squeeze into the middle seat. She rested all her belongings in her lap, staring forwards through the windshield.

“Everyone packed in?” They all gave a chorus of ‘yes’ as Ted pulled out of his parking spot and to the open road. It was only 20 minutes from the beach, shorter if traffic got lucky.

The music bumped throughout the car and everyone split into different conversations. Jawsh and Ted talked about something or other, Traves and Cooper shared content on their phones, and Charlie turned to look at y/n. “I brought the boogie boards! Do you want to— what’s wrong?”

She turned to look at him, slightly surprised. “Yeah. No I’d love to boogie board.”

“Are you okay?” Charlie dropped how loud his voice was compared to everyone else. “Something seems off.”

“I’m good.” She lazily smiled at him then turned back to stare out the windshield. She liked watching the cars and buildings pass by in a blur. Charlie looked away from her and followed her line of vision. He didn’t quite understand, but he was determined to.

The group soon arrived at the beach. They quickly unpacked their full trunk and set up their seating on the beach. Ted made sure the umbrella stood upright, Traves and Cooper carried the coolers, Jawsh and y/n set out chairs and blankets, and Charlie carried the toys.

“Everyone sun screened?” Ted gestured as he tried to pass around a bottle. “y/n? I don’t want you to get cancer.”

“I’m good!” She’d already applied skin protectant before leaving the house. y/n set down her stuff and sat in the low lawn chair. She took in the sight of Cooper, Traves and Jawsh racing towards the shore, stumbling over each other in the sand. Charlie sat a few feet away from the laid out area, taking a child’s plastic shovel and beginning to dig a hole.

Ted snapped a lid to a cooler shut and cracked open his soda. He set it in the cup holder of a chair and set his glasses down on the same seat. “I’m headed to the water.”

y/n waved him off as he left. She closed her eyes, feeling herself sink into the chair. She still had on her large shirt and shorts, but they were starting to grow warm. It was hot outside, and she knew she’d be so much more comfortable in just the bathing suit she had under neath.

A shadow appeared over y/n and she opened her eyes again. Charlie stood smiling, a hand extended towards her pick her up. “Come on! Get in the water.”

“No you go ahead.” She sat up slightly, looking between her friends in the water and the boy in front of her. Charlie stayed, persistent.

“y/n get in the water. It’ll be fun!”

“Charlie you go ahead. I’ll be fine.”

He frowned, dropping his hand. “But you were so excited. You told me you bought that dinosaur suit and everything.”

y/n blushed. She didn’t remember telling him, but he was right. She likes the dinosaurs. She had wanted to go in the water this whole time. She took a breath, and stood from her seat. She slowly took off the shorts and t-shirt, placing them back in her seat. She turned to Charlie with a small smile. “Teach me to boogie board.”

“R-Right.” Charlie turned away from her a red tinge to his face. She felt discouraged almost, that Charlie of all people couldn’t look at her in a fucking bathing suit. The negative thoughts started coming back, the reminders, but she tried to kick them away. She wanted to enjoy the beach.

She followed Charlie to the shore line. He dragged behind himself two three-foot-tall boards made of foam and plastic with a tether made of coiled cord and a Velcro band. He slid the two boards into the water. The salt and sand kicked at the foam as he tied one tether around y/n’s wrist. “What are-?”

“You won’t loose it.” Charlie smiled as he talked. He glanced back up to her eyes with a smile, but quickly looked back to make sure the tether was secured to her wrist. Charlie took y/n’s hand in his, pulling her out deeper in the water until the water was just above her middle.

“Aren’t we in the breakers?”

“Yeah! This is exactly where we need to be. Okay you’re gonna hold it like this-“ Charlie got on his board, gripping the top with his hands and resting his chest towards the bottom of his board. y/n copied him, pulling the board closer than he had his. “Okay. So when the right wave comes, jump and let it take you. If it’s the right one it’ll carry you back to shore.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Try again.” y/n felt the water be sucked from beside her as the tide rolled over. She glanced to see Charlie lean further onto his board, and she did the same. “This is a good one. Ready?”

“I guess.”

y/n and Charlie jumped at the same time. She laughed as the wave swept her past her friends towards the Sandy shore. She almost made it, but at the last moment she flipped and tumbled in the water.

“Fuck!” Charlie ran over to y/n’s side. She laid on the sand, coughing lightly as she sat up. There was a track of sand down her side, and the boogie board kept bumping into her rudely. “Are you Alright? I’m really sorry.”

“How do I take this thing off?” y/n sat up, pulling at the velcro around her arm. Charlie removed it for her, tossing the board aside. He extended his hand, helping pull her up from the ground. y/n dusted the sand from her legs, and looked up watch Charlie whip his head away with a furious blush covering his cheeks.

“I— Just unwrap the- the thing. The- that.” y/n did as instructed, and handed the boogie board over to Charlie. She watched him take the two boards back over to their beach setup. She followed him, going to sit in her beach chair and wrap a towel around herself. Charlie took a glance at her, the same red returning to his face, then walked very quickly to where some of the other boys were still in the water.

“You two good?” Cooper took a slow sip from a canned soda, glancing between Charlie and y/n.

“Yep.” She felt herself sink lower into the seat. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Well- I just-“ she closed her eyes and took a breath. “I bought this stupid bathing suit cause I wanted to feel good about it and about myself and he can’t even look at me in it. I just feel stupid and ugly.”

“Woah woah. y/n there’s no way you’re ugly, period. And there’s no way Charlie thinks you’re ugly.”

“You’re just saying that cause I’m here.”

“I’m saying cause I’m your friend and Charlie thinks you’re fuckin smokin.”

y/n sat up and looked at copper again. “What?”

“Sorry. Let me re-phrase. Charlie thinks-“ Cooper paused, holding his soda in one hand. “I-uh. I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t say anything!”

“Yes you did!” y/n stared at Cooper in confusion. He tried to get up and run, but stumbled in the sand and slammed into one of the coolers. He rolled over in the sand, groaning. y/n got out of her chair And knelt down next to him. “Tell me know?”

“He- ugh. He think you’re hot idiot.” Cooper rolled over, flopping his arms outwards and closing his eyes. “That fuckin hurt.”

y/n opened the cooler Cooper had fallen on. She took a handful of ice out and laid it on the spot on Cooper’s abdomen that had hit the cooler. She pressed it closer with the towel she’d been wearing moments before. “Tell me more!”

“No! I’m not doing this for the two of you.”

“The two of us?” y/n withdrew her hand slightly, feeling her face grow warm. “You’re not-“

“Shut up. You’re both so into each tower it’s gross.” Cooper looked back towards the shore line and gave an evil grin. “Speak of the devil.”

y/n paused. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see someone walking up the the chairs and towels that she had no doubt was Charlie. Cooper started standing, leaving her sitting in the sand.

“Hey you good? We saw you fall?”

“Yeah.” Cooper patted Charlie on the shoulder. “By the way, you tow should talk.”

y/n whipped her head away from Charlie, anger and embarrassment bubbling from within her. Charlie was none the wiser. “Uh, about what Cooper?”

Cooper pushed off of Charlie, walking back towards the water. “Tell her what you think man. I’m tired.”

Charlie watched Cooper walk into the water, then turned back to y/n with a furious blush. “I- uh. I like the suit. The dinosaurs. You look great- the dinosaurs. You look great in the suit with the dinosaurs. I mean you look great anyways I just- dinosaurs!”

“Thanks.” y/n sat up a bit straighter.

“So,” Charlie sat cross-legged on a blanket in the sand. “What were you two talking about?”

“I told Cooper I felt ugly and then he said that you said I was smokin.”

“You’re not-! I didn’t say that.”

“Come on Charlie, am I ugly or smokin?”

Charlie paused, frowning. “Joking doesn’t make it go away.”

“I know. It’s just easier. It’s okay it’s just weird to talk about.” She laid back onto the blanket, letting her arms rest above her head. “I like the bathing suit I just don’t like me in it.”

“I understand.” Charlie built small piles of sand at his feet. “I know I can’t change much but for what it’s worth I think you’re pretty.”

She turned her head, looking at him confusedly. “You do?”

“Well- I-“ He pursed his lips, thinking. “I would use the word gorgeous instead.”

“Oh.” y/n looked away from Charlie, trying to hide their flustered expression.

“Oh wait did I say the wrong thing?” Charlie started fiddling with his hands, not sure what to do. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable it’s just- fuck you’re so pretty and I really like you and god you look fucking great but you’re also really funny and smart and sweet and I like you so much but I’m really sorry-“

“Charlie.” y/n placed a hand on his arm, now sitting in the sand next to him. “You never made me uncomfortable.”

“Oh thank god. I never wanted to-“

“I like you to.”

Charlie froze, taking in what y/n said as a blush crept up his neck to his cheeks. He laughed, running a hand through his hair. “No way! Wait no way. Really?” y/n nodded and he laughed again, leaning over to place his hands on the side of her face and rest his forehead against hers. “Holy shit! Like actually holy shit!”

y/n laughed, quickly kissing Charlie’s nose. “Come on nerd let’s get back in the water.”

“Yeah! Yes.” Charlie scrambled upright, pulling a giggling y/n up with him. “Here watch this.” Charlie, in one fluid motion, swept y/n off her feet and began carrying her bridal style. He walked with her in his arms all the way to the water, where he fell into the water with her. They both came up for air, y/n laughing the whole time. “Better?”

“Much better.” y/n kissed him again, putting her arms over his shoulders to hold him close.

“Hey! You two.” Cooper splashed water at y/n and Charlie. “You done?”

The two paused, looking back to each other, then swam towards their group of friends, starting a splash free-for-all.

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Nobody’s Fool (Chapter #26)

Merry Christmas if you celebrate! Please note: I’ve posted 3 chapters today, so make sure to read Ch. 24 & 25 before reading this one!

Here’s Chapter #26. Our poor hero is having a tough time. This chapter may be short but it’s pretty emotional. I feel so bad for him... but also, this song is amazing and so fits and I love it. 

Previous: Chapter #25

Next: Chapter #27

CW: Adult language, dehumanization, references to abuse

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NOBODY’S FOOL

Chapter #26: Heart, Locked Up

Word Count: 873 Read Time: Approx. 7 mins

[Penn’s POV]

The heat in my body started to rise as the drink seeped into my muscles and bones. My head was abuzz as I lost feeling in my ears. Then it came to me. Like a whisper on this California breeze. I swung myself up to my feet, balancing on the deadly iron edge of the beam, the drop to the gravel below a dizzying distance away. I was all flighty energy and pain.

“Hey Trav?” He turned his head to me, eyebrow cocked. “Would you do me a favor and lock me in the van tonight?” He reeled.

“The fuck? No! Why..?”

“I’ve got… I’ve got this song that I need- I need to work out right now, before it leaves me…. I… I’ve gotta… fucking….” I was practically hyperventilating. Something was taking a hold of me and I was losing my grip. I had to do something. Maybe strumming on the guitar and screaming into the void would lessen this intense fire that was licking and lapping me up like a sapling in dry season. I was pacing back and forth now, practically hearing the notes on the wind as they came to me.

Suddenly, I felt warm, strong pressure squeeze into my chest and back, my right arm pinned to my side as my feet touched only air. Travis was picking me up. I must’ve been making him nervous with all my pacing on the fence’s edge. “Penn, if you break your fucking neck on my watch, Dani will personally torture and kill me. I’ll take you to the van, just stay still!” Fine. Fair enough. He set me back down on the table this time, all wind and water warped wood beneath my feet. Each plank of the picnic table tilted tipsily to one degree or another, it was like some topsy turvy obstacle course.

My head was floating, warm, the burning power of alcohol coalescing into one focused goal. Write the song that was threatening to burst from the place in your chest where your heart once was.

I found myself being carried to the hotel parking lot, approaching our coffee colored van. When Dani and Riley had returned to our table, back at the bar, she had fussed over me, clearly seeing the state I was in, but Travis forced her to back off. She was angry with him for telling me all of Eveline’s secrets… but understood why he did it. None of that mattered now as the sliding door of the van scraping metal on plastic and rubber made its familiar clunk. Travis turned on the radio and synced my guitar to the van’s sound system.

He’d placed me on the console, guitar strapped to my waist, between the driver’s and passenger’s seats. He leaned in the driver’s open door, “You sure you wanna be left here all night?” If someone broke in and killed me tonight it would only make for a nice poetic ending to the strange rollercoaster that made up my little life. In short, I didn’t fucking care. I curtly nodded in response, already banishing him from my awareness as I shakily, drunkenly, blazingly, surrounded myself with the music pounding in my head.

He didn’t say another word, just let out a sigh and shut the door, locking the vehicle behind him. Alone. Truly alone. In this massive, metal cavern. I’d filled my flask before leaving the bar, and sipped with a heated thirst I’d never felt before. It was as if the drink was fuel to the fire of my fear and rage. This… force… drawing me ever onwards to paint my broken heart in a melody.

One by one, I pieced the notes together. Playing and strumming. I tested and toyed with it, finding what felt accurate to the moment. I drank more and more… and more. I stumbled. I played. I sang. I screamed until my throat was raw. I cried until there was nothing left. I beat the side of the driver’s seat until my knuckles were black with bruising. I shimmied down to the cup holders, where Riley had stashed a spare tape recorder, I got it running and climbed back up the console, strapping the guitar over my head, I recorded my drunken pain in music.

[LINK to Song]

It had this ironic upbeat sound. Looping tracks, I built the song one part at a time. I backed up and layered my own vocals. Dancing around like a mad man, shuffling my feet, tapping the hard plastic of the recorder itself with the heel of my boot and using claps and knee slaps to build a percussive base, the song came to life, all the while the hole in my chest burned hot and deadly, singeing the edges of my soul.

When that flurry of heartbreak creation was done, my fire flickered out. I was reduced to nothing but a cold and wispy trail of smoke, stretching on into the ever lightening sky. Sitting down, my back against the side of the passenger seat, I closed my eyes as the orange iris of the sun peered over the horizon to gaze at me.

I fell asleep in the breaking dawn.

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