#based on something that sort of happened to me once in high school

[keisurou]

kiss me like you love me. | gojo satoru x f!reader (mdni)

hellooo my loves <3 i’m back after a year with our beloved gojo :3

warnings: handjob (m!receiving), misunderstandings (gojo and reader are both in love with each other but reader thinks he loves shoko), implied masturbation (m!receiving), slight god complex, unnecessary storytelling. rushed ending i’m working on it i swear

          the first touch feels electric even though he expects it, fingers curling around the base through the layers of his cotton pyjama pants. it’s hard but he wills himself not to squeeze or apply any sort of pressure. 

         “satoru,” there’s a soft knock on the door. his stomach clenches, muscles flexing as he painfully stops, a new sudden wave of lust shooting through him. “satoru, can i come in?” 

         he bites back a groan and gets up with a pillow tucked under his arm. it’s better to have something to cover with on the chance that you do actually come in and decide to talk. you’re dressed in sleeping clothes, a plain yellow tee with the old cotton pants he remembers from years ago and he bites back a smile; you always did have a hard time letting go. he opens the door wider but doesn’t move an inch and when you squeeze past him, the curve of your hips brushes against his thighs. he hates himself for not making the gap even smaller. 

        gojo hears the creak of the bed before he closes the door and by the time he reaches you, you’ve already wrapped yourself up, head poking out as you stare at him, almost unabashed. it’s almost unnerving having your entire attention on him, especially while in his bed and he can’t control the snarkiness in his voice when he finally opens it “what do you want?” 

        you frown a little and then sit up, hugging your knees to your chest. it makes the material of your pants taut against your skin and he has to force himself to not stare at the curve between your ass and the back of your thighs. but once he looks up at your face, he can see your cleavage, the way your shirt is on the verge of gaping open if you just–

        “you seem way worse off than i thought.” 

        his mind stutters to a stop. that was an insult.. right? he blinks back at you slowly, almost dazed. it was a bad idea trying to engage in small talk while all he could think about was how good you’d look underneath him. “i’m worse off?” 

        you look away this time, almost embarrassed. he can tell with the way you hug yourself a little tighter with your feigned air of nonchalance. you were never fooling anyone but you look far too cute for him to say anything. “about the engagement.”

        “i’m happy for them.” he settles into bed on the edge, closer to you but not close enough. “aren’t you?”

        “of course i am!” you push out your legs, not meeting his gaze yet. your feet lightly brush across his calves. “i was just.. worried about you.” 

        “about me?” his lips twitch into a grin, and he inches a little closer. he knows perfectly well what you’re talking about; he’s surprised you hadn’t come to him sooner about his. both shoko and suguru knew about his little crush on you for years, but you? you were still under the assumption that he liked shoko in high school and that the tiniest of lingering feelings were still there. “are you going to make me feel all better then?” 

        “i’m not going to do anything to suguru and shoko,” your voice is soft as you look up at him from under your lashes. “but if there’s anything else..”

        yeah, he knows that; you’re too righteous and stubborn for your own good, and his best friends breaking up is the last thing he wants to happen. “there’s something, but you can’t do it.”

         it garners the reaction he wants; you let out a cry of protest as you shuffle closer to him, just as expected “i can, just tell me.”

        but he can’t. he’s too busy staring down your shirt because in your haste to get an answer out of him, you hadn’t realised just how close you’d come or just how flimsy your clothing is. by the time you do actually realise, it’s too late. you gasp lurching back, your arms coming around to cover your breasts over the shirt and before he knows it, gojo is reaching over to grab your arm to pull you back closer. “i thought you were going to help me,” his smile stretches into a smug grin as he cages you in his lap. “why are you running away?” 

        “it’s rude to look down someone’s shirt.” your words are soft, or maybe it’s just soft in comparison to your thundering heart beat. “especially if it’s not someone that you like.” 

        “it’s ruder not to pay attention to something so pretty that’s begging for attention.”

        you’re a spluttering mess at this point, and you try to shift away, but he’s got you caged in, a hand resting on your hips, his fingers dangerously close to the waistband of your pants. “i’m not pretty or begging for–”

        “you are.” he cuts you off, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. you feel the flex of his thighs underneath you and you swallow a whimper. he chuckles softly, fingers splaying across your naked back before whispering once again. “i’ve thought about you begging for me many times...” you fail to notice the way he inches the material of your sleep shirt up until you feel the chill of the night air, hardening your nipples to peaks. “..and it’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.”

        any words of protest die on the tip of your tongue as you frantically try to make sense of what he says. because why would he ever think about you when he’s heartbroken from shoko’s engagement? why would he call you.. pretty, even for a second? unless.. 

         unless he was looking for a rebound. “wait, wait—” you press a hand against his chest, creating the slightest bit of distance. gojo doesn’t move you any closer but his thumb is insistent, petting along the underside of your left tit. “what.. what’s going on?”

         he blinks at you from under his lashes, and you’re momentarily stunned into silence with how pretty he is. “well, i was hoping i’d be able to get you to sit on my face.” 

         you’re surprised at how level your voice is. “that’s all?”

         he raises one perfect eyebrow, before he finally lifts the shirt hanging off your shoulders up and over your head. “if you can stop at that.” 

         the challenge is unspoken but it’s confirmed your doubts; he does want to forget and he’s chosen you. it should be considered a blessing, considering how long you’ve been suppressing your feelings for him but would you be able to go back to normal after tonight?

        “you’re thinking too hard.” his voice has dropped an octave, thumb brushing over a peaked nipple and your breath catches in your throat as he does it again. “what are you thinking about?”        

         “sometimes..” you murmur, trailing off as you focus your gaze on his hair, the silver locks shining even in the dimmed light. he wills himself to stay as still as possible, even when your lips ghost over his “sometimes i feel like.. you’re too perfect to be human.” 

         “yeah?” he swallows, hand ghosting up, up, up your skin and the softness of your stomach before cupping both breasts. “why’s that?”

         you’re taken aback, body freezing up momentarily; you didn’t know he was the type to want validation. but you're already trailing fingers along his jaw, your hips shifting closer to rock against his over the flimsy layers. “you seem almost invincible.” he rewards you with a hot kiss below your collarbone and another just a little below, his tongue tracing along the path he takes. 

         “invincible?” 

         “like a god.” 

         he squeezes the fat of your thighs in response before dragging you closer. it’s easier to lose yourself this way; you can feel the heat of him, the hardness of him all at once as you rock against him and it makes you a little dizzy, makes you want to pinch yourself to see if you’re actually dreaming. you quickly realise he’s saying something while sucks along your chest, breathy mumbles under his breath every time he manages to tear himself away from mouthing at your tits. “you’re so fucking wet.” his voice is raspy when he says it out loud, eyes squeezing shut and his words make whine a little. “you’re soaking through my pants—fuck”

         oh god. oh god. you don’t know if you should feel embarrassed or not and try to shift away off his lap and he lets you. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to—” your gaze falls to his lap and you see that he was indeed right; there’s a wet patch against the straining material but you’re not entirely convinced it’s all you. “let me take it off for you.”

        “no.” he says it too quickly, swallowing visibly when you crawl closer to him. you can’t help but smile a little; who knew gojo would be the one to give you a power trip? “i won’t last, just—” he chokes on his words when you slip your hand inside his pants and wrap your fingers around the length of cock. it’s much hotter than you expected, the skin silky smooth with a random vein running across the edge but once you reach the tip, you can feel the wetness of his pre-cum. his moans are filthy, almost pornographic. “princess, please—”

       “please what?” you grip him at the base a little tighter and he ruts up into your hand. it’s a delicious sight, his eyes glazed over as he tries to futilely bring you closer. you pull at the waistband of his pants to take out his cock. “please harder?” you circle the head, thumbing the slit. it’s hard to keep the grin off your face when when he physically shivers with every stroke of your hand, his gasps and groans echoing in your ears. “or please suck—”

        it’s only a second but it’s long enough for him to push you onto your back. his frame looms over you, one thick muscled arm holding his weight up while he spreads your legs with the other. thick fingers pull at the edge of your underwear before letting it go and watching it slap against the fat of your hips. and then he’s pulling it down, eyes wide as he watches the way the your slick is smeared along your panties. he’s tempted to pocket it for later but you whimper out his name, your fingers spreading the folds of your sex for him. grabbing ahold of each thigh, he lowers himself down until he can feel the heat of you, hear the squelch of your fingers as you tease yourself. 

       “make sure you hold onto something.”

#gojo smut #jjk smut #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x chubby reader #jjk x chubby reader #not gonna be surprised if this flops. just reread and fuck me. #practice really is a thing #keisurou 🖌

[phantoms-world-and-more]

An idea came to me reading a fic where Danny was a kryptonian. What if Amity Park instead of being a city in the USA on Earth was once a city on Krypton (in what would be a kryptonian version of early 21st century or at least about 100 years before the planet blew up). Basically almost everything that happened in cannon DP happened and everything is mostly the same but with a more alien then earth tone to it.

After Phantom Planet Danny's parents except him being part ghost, the government overturn the Ecto Acts, and he able to finish high school and goes on to college after which he is happily welcomed to for work for KASA (Krypton Aeronautics and Space Administration). He becomes an Astronautical engineer. Danny is in his early thirties when he is testing out a new experimental space ship engine for KASA. While doing a flight test Danny's ship losses signal and no one can find it (kind of what happened in the show Farscape).

100s of years go by Krypton explodes baby Kal-El is sent to Earth where he grows up to be Superman. The JL suddenly get a signal/warning about some alien tech on the edge of the solar system. They send one of the Green Lanterns to take a look, where they report a spaceship dead in space. They don't expect any life forms but surprise because of his ghost half Danny was in a sort of suspended animation. He is brought back and wakes up in the Watch Tower.

Just Random ideas...

Kryptonite is the crystalized form of ectoplasm because of this Danny is not effected by it.

Danny's kryptonian name is Daniel Fen-Ton

The phantom zone projector was originally called the Fen-Ton zone projector or is was based off a Fen-Ton gadget.

Years after Danny disappears Krypton starts turning on ghost again, so the town of Amity, which now has a symbiotic relationship with ghost, vote to pull the whole town into the Ghost Zone. So it is not blown up like the rest of the planet though Danny does not know this in the beginning.

Danny has an easier time learning to use Earth technology then he does the Kryptonian technology in Superman's Fortress.

Danny also has slightly easier time when getting the regular Kryptonian power set due to the yellow sun because he went through something similar when getting his ghost powers.

Danny adopts Connor almost immediately. Maybe during Danny's time there was laws about cloning and clone rights on Krypton. Also while Connor is not a replacement he sort of fills in the void of losing Ellie.

While Superman has no idea who Danny is, Kara/Supergirl has a faint idea because he was briefly mentioned in her Krytonian History class. Also she is happy to have someone who can natively speak the kyrptonian language even if it has older vocabulary. Don't get her wrong its great to speak it with Kal-El but he learned it later in life.

Holly char this is amazing!

How many people will have a stroke when they see Danny casually pick up a piece of kryptonite? Batman? His normal Kryptonian contingency plan won't work. Luthor? There's a version of superman IMMUNE to Kryptonite. Clark? What the hell do you mean you can touch kryptonite

I think after Danny explains everything about his past and species so many people are going to just...give up. Hahaha a stronger version of superman who isn't effected by kryptonite, goodbye world

Connor will be ecstatic, Danny will do ALL the dad stuff, teaching him their language, proper training, engineering lessons and you bet he's going to use jazz's psychiatrist stuff on this kid

Danny's probably going to get mega-depressed, all his hard work breaking the racism against ghosts only for that to come back a few years after he left? And he can't even fix it again because their world went bye-bye

Also- here me out

Co-pilot Valerie

#fic prompt #daily prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #funny #ectoplasm is kryptonite in the dc universe #Just in liquid form #Danny is from krypron #Danny adopts connor

[yourheart-inmyhands]

heyyy it’s me again😓

i love ur writing sorryy😭 whenever it’s more convenient for you tho could i ask for yan zhongli (im obsessed with that man omfg), ayato and pantalone (again im obsessed w him sorry🥀) with a darling who is like, super high-maintenance? for an example they need to have their hair and nails done or they REFUSE(including them) to go near anyone because they think they don’t look good enough

stay safe, take breaks and make sure u are healthy above everything tho!!💗

-🐚

so i've never been into any of the hair and nails stuff (got my nails done professionally once in middle school, got sick of em after a week and ripped em all off) so i don't know how correct the lingo is, i kinda just went based off what i know from my sister, so i hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including a small bit of delusional behavior, a small bit of obsessive behaviors, no specific pronouns used for the reader but a lot of mentions of reader having their hair/nails/lashes being done, and the rest is just sorta soft. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Zhongli, if you think this man has the mora to pay for anything you’re funny. There is an upside to this though, while he can’t pay to have you get your nails and hair done, or your lashes or for whatever else you wanna get, he can learn to do it for you. Hair and lashes take him a while as they can be more finicky but nails he picks up instantly. Not only is it cheaper but you can describe to him exactly what you want and he’ll be able to do it because he understands you and knows what you mean when you describe things. Plus you don’t have to worry about looking good when you get them done, you can just hang around in your pajamas until everything is finished.

Zhongli listened as you described the design you wanted on your nails, sorting through the assortment of polishes he had collected over his time with you. He’d do anything to please you, and while he couldn’t pay for the things you loved, he could certainly learn to do it for you. He understood wanting to maintain a certain image to the public but he’ll always insist that you look your best when you’re just you. When your hair hasn’t been done in a while, no fake lashes, and when your nails are just painted, no extra things on it. He doesn’t mind appearances, finding that he’s lived too long to base his relationship off something as simple as that, but he does appreciate both sides of you. While he’ll gladly chat about things while he does your nails or gossip while he does your hair, he’ll occasionally remind you that regardless of how you look, he’s always going to love you.

Yandere!Ayato is on top of it, like he schedules and pays for everything. He hires only the best and has them come to you, so that you can get the proper treatment you deserve in the comfort of the Kamisato Estate. You have personal stylists who do your nails, your hair, lashes, wardrobe updates, anything you want and they can do it. They also have some of the hottest gossip about the happenings in Inazuma, giving a proper salon treatment everytime they’re around.

You weren’t sure how Ayato made time to always schedule your appointments and such, keeping more on top of them than you did some days, but you weren’t about to complain about it. Your nail tech and hair stylist were amazing at their jobs, catering to your every whim and doing a phenomenal job at that, like they were born for this kind of work. The stories they brought with them were always just as great, the latest happenings around the city and the nation as a whole, who was doing what now and such on and so forth. Ayato would come to check in on you occasionally throughout your appointment, checking that everything was going well. And of course, when it’s done he expects you to come to his office and show off. He doesn’t care if you interrupt anything, to him you’re his top priority always. Plus he loves to see his darling all dolled up, feeling like the prettiest person in all of Inazuma. In his opinion, you always are, dolled up or not.

Yandere!Pantalone appreciates your intense take on your looks as appearances are a huge thing in his line of work, both on the business aspect and the intimidation aspect. He wants people to see that his accumulated wealth doesn’t go to waste, that he didn’t work for nothing. No, he uses his mass amount of mora to spoil his beloved, someone he has no problem writing checks or opening his wallet for. Anyone else can mind their own, his money is yours. The only downside to this is that he’s a horribly busy man, he’ll find whatever stylists you want and find some way to bring them to the Palace so you can have your appointments in the security of the Harbingers, but it’s up to you to schedule the appointments and keep track of when you’ll need to see them again. Just make sure you tell him when they are when you go to flaunt your new hairstyle and nail’s to him.

Pantalone’s soft smile spread just a bit farther across his face as you came bounding into his office, a bright smile of your own. You had just gotten your hair done and nails touched up and he could tell you were back to feeling like yourself again. While he appreciated all your looks and sides, he loved seeing you smiling and happy, and if that meant spending all this money for you to get pampered, he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand a lot of the words you used as you described what they did to your hair and nails, but he happily listened anyway, his delicate smile never faltering as you retold the whole chain of events. Even if his smile was often for show, when you were around it was never more genuine. He holds your hands in his larger, gloved ones as he looks over your nails, his fingers lightly tracing over the designs with an amused glimmer in his eyes. You were certainly something, and he intended to keep that bright light of yours shining.

#genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x male reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x male reader #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere zhongli x male reader #ayato x reader #ayato x male reader #yandere ayato x reader #yandere ayato x male reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone x male reader #yandere pantalone x reader #yandere pantalone x male reader #yandere genshin #yandere zhongli #yandere pantalone #yandere ayato

[stevesbipanic]

Based partially off headcanons I've talked about with @steveshairychest and @amoris-no-smut

For the first few years of Steve's life he didn't really care about Christmas. Christmas was some boring adult thing that happened when it snowed. Steve liked the snow, but Christmas was boring, it was wearing a tie and shoes that hurt his little feet and being dragged around a room meeting people he didn't know before being sent up to his room to be quiet.

His first year of kindergarten he was very confused when it grew closer to Christmas. Kids started talking about someone named Santa Claus and presents? Maybe Santa Claus was one of those people his parents made him meet, Steve wasn't good with names. Steve had gotten a present from one of the adults at the party once, it was a small toy truck, maybe that person had been Santa Claus.

Steve knew about Christmas trees, his parents had a big one in their living room for the party, he hadn't ever seen his parents bring reindeer to their party, and why did Santa Claus wear red, that wasn't a suit, they wore suits at the party. He liked snowmen though, he and his new friend Tommy made one in the playground the day before break.

When his mother was dressing him for the party he asked her.

"Mommy, who's Santa Claus, is he coming to the party, did he give me my truck last year?"

"Steven I've told you you're too old to call me mommy, you call me mother remember."

"Yes, ma'am. But is he coming?"

"No, Santa Claus doesn't come to our party."

"Oh."

And that was that.

By the time he started grade school Steve was no longer naive. He knew that Christmas wasn't an adult party for everyone else. Everyone else decorated their tree in silly ornaments as a family. Everyone else got presents and a roast dinner and Santa Claus. Steve didn't get any of that. Maybe Steve wasn't good enough to get that.

Steve didn't care about Christmas once he started high school. Christmas didn't make you popular or captain of the basketball team or get you a girlfriend so who cared. His parents didn't host the party anymore, he's sure they had one somewhere else, they didn't come home enough to have one anymore.

The first Christmas Steve ever had was in 1985. Robin insisted he spent the holiday with them since she knew Steve's parents were away. She didn't know Steve had never had a Christmas. For the first time Steve decorated a tree, he sewer popcorn into strings, he baked and iced cookies, he had a family dinner and felt warm. For the first time Steve got a Christmas present. A soft yellow sweater from Robin who promised not to steal this one. Steve finally understood why everyone loved Christmas.

There was something else that had been nagging at Steve for years that he knew every other kid got. A birthday. He'd been to Tommy's birthday parties as a kid, he celebrated Robin's in November with her. He got the kids a birthday present every year. But he didn't know his.

Eddie had started hanging around Family Video after he graduated. He didn't have any solid plans yet and also wanted to hang out with Robin before she went with Nancy to college. Plus Steve was always there.

"Hey, Stevie my birthday is coming up soon, wanna come over and get drunk with everyone?"

"Course, Eds, wouldn't miss it."

"When's your birthday by the way, hope I didn't miss it already."

"Oh um, you might've."

"I might've?"

"I-I don't know my birthday. My parents never told me, I know I was born in 1966 that's about it."

"You don't know your birthday?" Robin had come back from the backroom and was shocked to learn this information.

"Your parents never had like a party or anything?"

"They didn't even celebrate Christmas properly, Eds, my birthday was hardly a priority."

"Wait, so last year?"

"My first Christmas and it was perfect, Robbie, thank you."

Robin went over to the counter and dialled Nancy's number.

"Nancy Drew we need you!"

Nancy was able to sort through old records and find Steve's birth certificate. The four of them were sat in Steve's living room, envelope in his hands.

"Well, open it sweetheart, when's the big day?"

Steve's hands shook slightly as he pulled out the paper.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

Steve handed Eddie the paper.

"Oh, Stevie."

"Told you they didn't celebrate Christmas properly."

Steven Richard Harrington

Born: 25th December 1966

"Well, there's only one way to fix this, Stevie. We're going to throw you the best Christmas/20th birthday ever!"

And celebrate they did. Together Steve and the party decorated a tree in his living room and hung balloons, baked Christmas cookies and a birthday cake with far too many layers and wonky icing, and under the tree was two gifts from everyone.

"Just because it's Christmas doesn't mean you don't get birthday presents, love."

When Steve cut to the bottom of his cake he pulled Eddie into a kiss and stood under the mistletoe. It was a perfect Christmas and a perfect birthday.

Now Steve really cared about Christmas all thanks to his real family.

#angst and fluff #christmas #stranger things christmas #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #stobin #poor steve #ficlet #steve centric

[zeltqz]

USED [1]

Ran Haitani seems to have some sort of fixation with you so suddenly, and though you despise him, you don't miss the way your strict father hates his guts, so you ultimately use him to get back at your father.

ran haitani x fem!reader

tags: (5.8k words) one-sided enemies to lovers, college student!reader, implied bet on reader, toxic relationship with reader's father, tenjiku ran haitani, i tried to make ran irritating as possible, but i love him too much, lolz, explicit sexual content: kissing, oral (f), implied blowjobs, fingering, exhibitionism; ran fucks you in a car park, alcohol usage, you work at a bar

author's note: this was based off a request from 🍉 anon (ps i love u so much. i had so much fun writing this). and as majority of my fics are, it's too long to fit into one part so i'm splitting it up....lmao

You know Haitani Ran from the way he walks into class late, unbothered, with a prep in his step, hands shoved into the depths of his pockets, taking his sweet time to walk all the way up the lecture stairs to his seat at the back right of the top row. The entire class sits still, women admiring him with flushed faces, whispering to their friends next to them about him, the boys spiteful, bitter at the reactions of the girls to his mere presence. Ran’s infamous, “Sorry, sorry for being late,” line is one the lecturer is prepared to hear every Wednesday. He slots himself down in his spot, which happens to be next to you. 

As someone who takes their education very seriously; it’s unfortunate to be stuck with such an idiot as a seatmate, always looking over at your paper to copy your answers, and if he’s not copying, he’s on his phone, playing an obnoxious game that’s quiet enough for everybody else not to hear, except you since you’re seated so close. 

“Did everybody submit the assignments?” The lecturer asks, disappointed in the way half the class sweat in panic, the other half nodding, a monotone yes , sir filling the air.

Being part of half of the class that bothered to do the work, you don’t panic, rather feel confident in your abilities, leaning back in your chair as you can spend the next few weeks relaxing for the final exams. 

It’s amusing seeing Ran’s eyes go wide, from the corner of your eye, at the mention of an assignment, his delusions so high that he’s reaching inside his bag for work he didn’t even know existed.  

You can’t help but scoff.

That catches his attention, and you stiffen up when you feel him look at you. 

“Somethin’ funny?”

“Yeah,” you challenge, turning to face him, meeting him eye to eye. “You.”

He does an excellent job at hiding his surprise, but you’re good at reading people, picking up on the way his head jerks back a little at your response. He chuckles, short and sweet, resting an elbow on the table, leaning his face on his palm and stares down at you. 

“Yeah? What about me?”

It’s probably the first conversation you’ve had with him since you started studying here. He’s popular, not just in school, but outside. Infamous for…loads of things. Just know he’s not a good person, the police know that, the civilians know that, the school knows that; yet they turn a blind eye to his antics. Is it his charisma? Does he pay them off? You feel like you’re the only one with common sense in the entire city, because you have a valid reason to hate a delinquent like him.

You don’t bother to dignify him with a response, rolling your eyes and turning back to your laptop. 

Ran won’t lie; he’s a little stunned at your behaviour towards him. So used to girls practically falling at his feet, kissing his shoes, fainting at his presence. That last one was pretty exaggerated, yes—but it happened once at a club. Maybe it was influenced by alcohol, or drugs…but it happened. For once in his life, he’s stumped, sneaking glances at you every now and then. 

You’re typing away at your laptop, getting started on the next assignment. Your education is something you take a lot of pride in, not only for your future self, but for your father. Overall, he doesn’t really care about you, not as much as your brother. The favourtism is obvious even though he insists he doesn’t exist and you’re just being dramatic . 

If you were to ask yourself why you’re spending so much studying just to impress him, why you’re craving fatherly love from someone who can’t give it to you. It’s been your only motivation to study, the thought of your father being proud of your accomplishments.

Ran’s stare is…distracting, to say the least. Whether you think he’s staring hard deliberately, or staring obliviously, it doesn’t matter because it’s still fucking annoying. 

With a hefty sigh, you stop typing, turning to face him. “Do you mind?”

There’s a sweet saccharine smile on his face as he leans on his elbow, looking down at you like you’re the best thing in the world. You shift in your seat, not liking how your body reacts to that stare, but keep your face stoic. 

“Mind what?” 

His smile only grows when you roll your eyes, shifting your chair away from him to focus better. Briefly, you look around the lecture hall for empty seats. There’s no way in hell this guy will follow you if you do choose to sit somewhere else. Not only would that be irritating as fuck because he’s probably found a new target to leech onto, but you’d automatically turn into Public Enemy No.1 if you were now labelled as Ran’s plaything . Eesh, even the thought of being that makes you shudder with disgust. 

Your lack of sexual nature is one thing you take pride in. Most people your age couldn’t go more than two weeks without sex. It’s not that hard , you think, but then again, when you have attractive idiotic men running around with their dicks out like the dude next to you, it is pretty hard for some girls to resist. 

Deep down, you know if you were more like them, you wouldn’t be able to resist him either. He smells good, always . A smoky signature scent that if someone else tried to replicate, it would be obvious who they were inspired by. It’s so strong that the scent stays lingering in the area even when he’s not around. A constant reminder marking his presence. 

For someone that hates him so much, there’s a part of you hoping he comes in everyday, just to smell him. As creepy as that sounds, you don’t go and sniff him like some dog with no home training, just a small sniff whenever the scent wafts in your direction. 

It’s not your fault, nor your nose's fault that he uses such a nice smelling cologne.

Either way, it doesn’t matter; because the lecture is ending earlier than usual; the professor had to go to a meeting so class dismissed.

As you pack your bags, you’re vaguely aware of him staring at you again. It’s hard to ignore, but you refuse to let him know that he has an effect on you. His gaze follows you down the steps until you exit. 

The following evening, you’re working your night shift at the campus bar, wiping down freshly washed glasses with a cloth when you hear his obnoxious voice behind you, laughing loudly at something his friends are saying. Your heart drops down to the floor when you realise he’s seated in your section, meaning whether you like it or not you will have to serve him sooner or later. With a sigh, you grab at your notepad and pen far too aggressively for someone that should be obeying the bar's policies, ‘always serve the customers with a smile !’ or the one your manager had reminded you far too many times because of your resting bitch face, ‘always look approachable .”

Yeah. Whatever .

It’s obvious you’re stalling with the way you’re dodging Ran’s table, taking everyone’s orders, smiling that perfectly trained smile you forced yourself to plaster on your face from the hours of 1700 to 2300 every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Before you get to dodge his table once more, there’s a tug at the hem of your uniform, skirt flowing from the force of it. It’s strong enough to stop you in your tracks, but not enough to force you to fall over or something. 

Turning to face the man himself, your smile instantly drops, back into your unamused expression. It seems that no matter how hard you trained your facial muscles, you couldn’t force that smile for someone that doesn’t deserve it. 

“Have you been avoiding me?” He speaks questioningly, and you curse the fact that his brother has stopped talking, now directing his attention over at you. His stare is just as, if not, more intimidating than his brothers, and you feel a shiver run across your body.

“No. I just didn’t see you,” you huff in annoyance; an obvious lie that has his perfectly shaped brows wrinkling. 

He’s probably trying to figure out how someone just happened to not see him.  It’s not out of cockiness, or arrogance—which seems to make up most of his being—but as stated before, being infamous for doing all sorts of things makes him pretty popular in this city, whether he intended that or not. So it’s only natural for someone to notice his presence. 

“Yeah, okay ,” he’s scoffing like he doesn’t believe you. To be frank, if you were him you wouldn’t believe yourself either.

“Who is she?” His brother asks, taking a sip of the water he’s been forced to drink because a certain someone wouldn’t take their order.

“If I play my cards right, my future girlfriend.” Ran also takes a sip of the water, smacking his lips, when he practically hears you squawk out in shock. 

“As if ,” you bite out, clutching your notepad closer to yourself, deciding if getting sent home early for refusing to take someone's order and losing out on money is worth being here with him for one more second. “Now tell me what the fuck you want to drink and stop wasting my time.”

“Fiesty one, huh?” His brother looks over at Ran who nods his head in appreciation.

“Yeah. Ain’t she cute?” The fact he’s talking about you like you aren’t even there, or aware is aggravating. 

Looking down at the imaginary watch on your wrist, you click your tongue, sighing exasperatedly. “You have three more seconds to cough up your order before I abandon you.”

Ran doesn’t catch your bluff. “Guess I’ll be having a wonderful discussion with your manager then, aye?”

Yup, that does it. You poke your tongue at your cheek, closing your eyes and counting to three in your mind, facial muscles twitching in pain as you force the smile back onto your face. “Hi. What would you like today?”

Ran leans his elbow in on the table, smiling up at you contentedly. “Your name and number, please.”

It takes everything in your power to not drop the smile, but it already took the majority of your energy to put on, so you’re not about to ruin the facade even more. 

“I’m afraid that isn’t on the menu ,” you say that part a bit more aggressively, mildly gesturing to the closed menu pamphlet on the wooden table that he didn’t even bother to open. “Maybe if you look at it , you’ll see what we serve.”

He looks down at the menu, and his brother chews at the whites of his nails, watching the scene with a slight interest. 

“I’ll have whatever you recommend for me, and your name and number.”

“Would you just —” you shut up before you could get violent, closing your breath and inhaling deeply to steady yourself. Since your eyes are plastered shut, you vaguely miss the look Ran sends his brother, and how it sends him off into a laughing frenzy. “Look. At. The. Menu.”

He makes a show of looking at the menu for a new record of around .34 seconds, somehow already coming up with a drink of choice. “How about a cocktail that’s as sweet as you, hm?”

You know what. That’s good enough. Probably the closest answer you’ll get to the real thing.  “Sure, whatever.” 

You approach your co-worker behind the bar, tell her the drink is for Haitani Ran and watch as her eyes practically morph into hearts, doing your best to ignore her asking if she makes the drink well enough, will he fall in love?

“Do me a favour and pour vinegar in his drink.” You take a shot from the clean glass she just washed, uncaring of the way she frowns.

“No! Why would I do that?” Ai seems genuinely horrified at the idea, wondering if you know who he is and why you would want to prank someone like him.

“‘Cause he deserves it?” 

Ai shakes her head, mixing the drink as well as she can, pouring all her love into it before sliding it onto a tray, handing it to you. “Voila! If he likes it, tell him to gimme his number, yeah?”

“Cool, whatever.” You walk off before she could say anything further. 

If this was a plate of food, or a bottle of water on the tray, you would’ve slammed it onto the table, uncaring of the mess it makes after. But since it’s a very delicate , fragile cocktail glass, you fight back on that urge. 

“Enjoy it,” you say with the most monotone voice, stalking away before he could find something else to say. 

The rest of the night goes by quickly, and peacefully, and it wasn’t until you were closing up for the night, you felt those same pair of lingering eyes on you as you mopped under the tables. 

“How the fuck are you still here?” You ask, going borderline insane, looking over at the same table the two brothers have been occupying for the rest of the night. 

Rindou has his chair tilting back on its heels as he leans back, feet on the table, and your face scrunches up when you realise you have to do extra cleaning tonight. Ran stands from his chair, hovering over you, enjoying the way you don’t even bristle, or look away like most girls would. 

“Wasn’t leavin’ without your number.” 

“Then I hope you brought a sleeping bag.” 

You try to move to clean the rest of the floor but of course , he stops you, extending his arm out to curl around your side, pulling you back to him. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening to me right now,” you mutter more to yourself than to him, the thought of Ran Haitani now leeching onto you as his latest target was annoying in itself. 

He holds his hand out, not saying another word, presumably waiting for you to hand your phone. You reach down to smack his hand away, but his reflexes get the better of you, gripping onto your hand tight in a way you struggled to escape out of. 

“I’m not playing these games with you, Haitani.”

“Neither am I.” With an irritating amount of nonchalance, he extends his spare hand (acting like he isn’t currently squeezing the life out of your own hand), and gestures over to your phone, prominent in the pocket of your uniform. “Number please . See? I’m even being polite.”

“How generous.” The sarcasm drips from your voice blatantly, but he either is too idiotic to pick up on it, or just ignores it completely because he’s so persistent on getting your number. “Fine,” you kiss your teeth, giving in, thinking if you ghost him it might be enough to decimate his ego to the point of no return.

“Yay ♡ ” He sounds as giddy as he looks and as annoyed as you should be, you find it kind of cute that he’s this excited to contact you. 

“Take it.” You hand him the piece of paper you wrote your number on, pulling it away before he could grab at it. “But if you spam me, I’m blocking you.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Obviously you don’t plan on doing anything with him, just ignoring all his messages till he gives up and finds a new girl to leech onto. There’s plenty of pussy in this campus for him anyway, yours just happens to not be easily accessible. It’s not like he would have trouble finding a new target. Hell, you can already name fifteen girls in your Monday 10AM lecture alone that would drop everything to lay in bed with that man. 

By the time you get home, he’s already sending you a text that you ignore in favour of taking a shower. Your father looks like he’s in a bad mood, so the last thing you want to do is talk to him and provoke him further with your presence alone. But it seems when he’s angry enough, he’ll look for anything to argue with you about.

After eating dinner, you were perched up on the living room couch, enjoying yourself some pity ramen as you watch Love Island USA, engaging in on the drama before your father storms in; clearly irritated as he hears the stupid voices on the TV. 

“Can you turn that crap off ? My news programme starts soon.”

You barely bother to look at him, focusing back on the TV, more specifically, the shot of Tommy, 27, as the camera pans downwards towards his abs. It’s a bit annoying he had to walk in now , but you don’t care. You’re ‘grown’ according to his words whenever you ask him to help you out with something. You’re a grown woman now, what do you need my help for? Act like an adult. 

And acting you will . 

He seems offended that you don’t respond, instead drool over some dude on the TV. “When are you going to start acting your—”

“My what ? My age? I’m nineteen, not 34 with three kids. You should be lucky that I’m not out there, doing drugs, sleeping around, getting arrested like most people my age are! Because if you want that, just tell me. I’ll do it.” 

“They’re being irresponsible in their own way. What about you? When was the last time you even showed me your grades?”

“Because the last time I recall, you told me I’m a grown woman, so why should a grown woman show her father her grades, like I’m a fucking child?”

“Do not swear in my house.”

You take a moment to chew your food before cussing up a storm, spewing out every swear word you can think of. The argument escalates with both of you yelling at each other, expressing your differing opinions and frustrations. The tension in the room was palpable, and the exchange of your words became equally hurtful. 

“You never listen to me, Dad! You’re so focused on yourself and your failing business that you can’t see that I’m not you and I won’t sacrifice my happiness just to please you.”

“This is not about me ! What don’t you get?! This is about you being responsible and making something of yourself. Right now? All I see is a pathetic girl, crushing over men that are twice her age on the TV. You’re just being stubborn and selfish.”

“Oh, so you want me to go after real men then? That what you want? You want me to find some toxic asshole that would ruin me so I can come back home to you so you’d have some sick pleasure of saying I told you so ?” At this point, you feel emotionally drained, too tired to keep arguing like this. 

Your day was going well-ish , minus the pest called Ran Haitani, but removing him from the equation made your day overall a 9. Knowing your father, he would only continue escalating the issue at hand because he can, so you hand him the remote. “ There . Change the damn channels and enjoy your news programme.”

He seems awfully proud of himself, like he didn’t just verbally abuse his child all for some goddamn news programme. You can’t find it in yourself to walk out of the living anyway, so you both sit there in silence. The only sounds are the remote buttons clicking as he types in the channel.

As the news unfolded, the anchor mentioned the infamous delinquent gang known as Tenjiku, followed by the name you were all too familiar with: Ran Haitani, and a few other random guys he’s criminally acquainted with. Your father’s face tightens and he looks over at you.

“Those boys are you age, right?”

You fight the urge to say, yeah, want me to join them? , choosing to be the bigger person and nod your head in silence.

“This is what I hate about your generation—”

And here he goes again. You tune him out now, instead focusing on the news reporter discussing how gang violence has been increasing rapidly over the course of the last few weeks as many young influenced middle school boys are now joining more gangs. In the background, your dads rant comes to a stop.

“I’m glad you stay at home all day instead of being around bad news like them. I don’t want my child getting caught up in their mess.”

You sigh, not bothering to comment on how your dad is a fucking hypocrite, but realise that his concern stems from a desire to protect you. It’s a shame you didn’t care because you found your hands moving to your phone, sending a quick text out to Ran, asking him to hang out this weekend. 

Is it wrong of you to be using him like this just to get your dad angry? 

Yeah, probably. But Ran was most likely using you in the same way just to impress his friends, so in a sick sense, you were both even. 

Days pass by after the living room encounter with your father, and you found yourself deep in thought. One evening, you decided to take matters into your own hands, determined to seize the opportunity, you snuck out of your room, venturing to Tenjiku’s hangout location; just an abandoned car park. Ran spots you looking around the place uncomfortably, so obviously out of place, and hops off the wall to head over to you. His expression shifts from surprise, to amused, chuckling as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Well well well, look who’s finally caved.” 

If it wasn’t for the fact you just spent the last fifteen minutes walking here, you would’ve abandoned the plan you made and gone home already. His cockiness was something you weren’t excited to entertain. 

“Don’t get too excited before I change my mind,” you say firmly, ignoring the flutter of nerves in your stomach when his eyes shamelessly wander down the length of your body. 

“I like that attitude,” he admits with a smirk, tilting your chin up with his finger, making you meet his gaze. 

Maybe it was out of pure shock,  but you don’t remove his finger, just let him redirect your gaze to meet his eyes. You notice how nice his face is up close. Regularly, you can’t bear to stare at him for longer than five seconds at a time, but with his finger keeping your face upright, it allows you to notice his long lashes, how they’re curved upwards almost perfectly, the faint splatter of freckles dusted asymetically across his cheeks. His hair…you refuse to comment on it, lest you say something you’d regret. But that aside, he wasn’t bad , and you maybe…just a little— (a smidge or a pinch) see the hype around him. His voice wasn’t anything to play around with either, and you’d think if it didn’t belong to an ingrate like him, you could successfully admit without a shadow of a doubt that you liked it. 

You seem to be oogling his face, sending him mixed signals because he’s leaning in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that instantaneously sends a rush of adrenaline through your body. You were too stunted to push him off, despising how you’re enjoying the feeling of his lips moving against your stiff ones. It wasn’t your first kiss, but it had been a while since you kissed someone, so you were a little off. It was like he could sense your hesitation, your awkwardness, because his hand cups the back of your head, gripping your hair as he moves your head in the way he wants you. 

The fact you now know that Ran Haitani is a good kisser pisses you off because that was information you couldn’t care less about storing inside your brain. But what pisses you off more is the fact you still haven’t pulled away yet , and his friends are not even a couple metres away, smoking or whatever it is they do in their free time. 

He bends down to pick you up from your thighs, relishing in the way you yelp from being lifted from the ground so suddenly, holding onto his shoulders for balance. 

“Relax, would ya? I’m not gunna drop you.” He’s referring to the tight grip you have on his shoulders as he walks towards his car.

“You might as well. I need some sense knocked into me anyway.”

“That’s not the only thing I’ll—” He stops himself with a grin, refusing to finish those words and leaving you second guessing.

Obviously you’re not stupid , you have some vague idea of what dirty joke he’s implying. “You’re sick.”

“‘M aware of that.” He puts you on the hood of his car, laying you flat as he steps in between your open legs. 

It seems he misunderstood what you came here for because you didn’t come here for this, yet you still can’t find it in yourself to push him away, moaning softly when his lips crash down to your neck, sucking away at your skin. Maybe tricking Ran into dating you would do no good, he’s not cut out for relationships anyway; your brain tries to persuade you that revenge on your father isn’t worth your dignity but with the way he’s kissing down your neck, so sensual, you can’t help but clasp your arms around his head, guiding him further down your body.

He goes further downwards and lifts your shirt up to reveal your stomach, kissing the soft skin there while simultaneously hooking his fingers between the layers of your shorts and panties, tugging them off your body, placing them next to you on the car. 

Is it a little (just a little????) crazy that you’re about to get eaten out in public, on a hood of a car ? Yes, it is. But the rush of adrenaline hits you before you had the chance to fight it off. You’re aware you’re a bit of a hypocrite but looking down at him between your legs had shifted the narrative of your thoughts a little.

He kisses the flesh of your thighs, teasing you as he surges upwards to around your pussy, pressing a light kiss to your clit before moving back to your thighs.

Irrirated, and desperate, you call his name out as harsh as you can, only for it to come out as a breathless plea. “Stop messing around, Ran.” 

You’re not ready for him to flick his eyes up at you, those damn hooded eyes staring at you with a longing hunger. “So you do want this?”

“I didn’t let you lay me on your fucking car for no reason, Ran.”

His fingers dig painfully into your thighs, reminding you he has the upper hand here. “I’d like some respect when you speak to me from now on.”

“Suck a dick.”

“You will later. For now though…” he trails off as he  looks back down at the wetness that accumulated between your legs and leans down, sticking his tongue out to lick a stripe from base to tip, circling his tongue around your clit and repeating the shameless action.

You bite down on your lip, hard, in an attempt to silence yourself. The loud laughter coming a couple feet away reminds you that you’re not alone, and the last thing you’d want is for his friends to find you like this. Especially not his brother, oh no , he’s the last one you’d want to see right now. He’s the only one out of the group that witnessed your initial disdain for his brother, and you’d at least like to slither away from this night with a shred of dignity, knowing that to the rest of the general public that know you, you didn’t just fall to your knees for Ran Haitani. 

Your moans shift in pitch when he begins working you open with his tongue, wrapping your legs around his head so his hands are free, he rubs his finger up and down your folds, enjoying the way you squirm from the sensation.

It’s hard to stay focused on him, his tongue, his finger that just slipped inside you. It’s even harder to stay focused on controlling your noises when he curls his finger just right . He pulls his finger out, spreading apart your folds with two fingers, and licks you up, flicking his tongue on your clit.

He really knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he? Fuck, you’re frantically looking to the side, at the sound of his friends, stomach twisting in knots from the anticipation of being caught.

Knowing that your attention is elsewhere pisses him off, shoving two of his fingers back inside you without fanfare; you let out a loud moan, instantly covering your mouth and glare down at him, ready to hiss at him before he’s standing up, holding you by the throat to pull you forward into a sitting position. His fingers are still ravaging your insides as he looks at you, keeping you steady by the hand on your throat. 

“Focus on me , not them.” He watches your eyes threaten to roll back when he twists his fingers perfectly, curling them against your g-spot. 

“I—I ca—” He kisses you again, hot and heavy, not letting you explain yourself. Though you should smack him for choking you like that, you’re partly grateful because he’s doing a great job at silencing you, swallowing your moans down as his tongue slides against your own. You can taste yourself in the kiss, and it’s bitter , but Ran seems to enjoy it because he’s pulling away to kneel back between your legs.

You shift to lay down  against the hood once more but his spare hand grips your hips, stopping you. 

“Stay there,” he says, pulling his fingers our momentarily to tug your body towards him. 

You almost fall off the car, and you most definitely would’ve fell forward if he wasn’t steadying you. He shoves his face back between your legs, devouring your pussy with his lips and tongue, overstimulating your clit to the point of no return as he clamps his lips around it, sucking hard before you fall apart. Goosebumps form on the surface of your arms as he flicks his tongue against your cunt at a rapid speed, slurping your wetness hungrily. 

You slap your hand over your mouth, having to bite down into it to conceal your moans as he works you through your orgasm. Your thighs twitch and convulse by his face as he looks up at you, watching you fall apart. He shamelessly watches your chest inflate and deflate with every fast paced breath you let out. 

“So fuckin’ pretty ,” he stands, laying you back down against the hood of his car. He cages you in, kissing you without letting you catch your breath. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, locking him in close as his hand grips onto your chin, tilting your face up so he could kiss you deeper. He’s such a good kisser it’s almost humbling how quickly he can placate you with his lips alone. 

He pulls away with a devilish smirk on his face and you roll your eyes, pushing him away from you to slide off the car.

 “Don’t get all cocky now ,” he coos, wondering where this energy was not even ten seconds ago.

Your legs wobble and you fight to stand upright, but manage just fine, refusing to give him that much power over you. Grabbing your pants and shorts, you change back in shame, meanwhile he just leans against the hood of the car, watching you with a satisfied look on his face. 

“Nothin’ to say?”

“Take me home.” At least tonight wasn’t a total bust; you can still go home and have your dad see him bring you back. You can still have a little bit of dignity left.

He shrugs and fishes out his car keys from his pockets. His car smells just as nice as him, you think as you step inside, tugging your seatbelt on. 

“Where do you live?”

You tell him your address and it’s weird how he knows the city in and out, not even pulling out a GPS before figuring out the direction to your house. He parks right in front of your gate and you’re already unbuckling your seatbelt to get out. You’ve spent more time here than you’d initially planned anyway. 

Except he locks the doors before you could get a chance.

The irritation bubbling from earlier comes back and you’re reminded of all the reasons why you despise him. 

“Let me out.”

“Not yet, pretty.” He turns off the car and turns to face you. It’s amusing to him how you still haven’t quite caught your breath yet, still panting slightly as a result from your orgasm. 

“What do you want now ?”

He hums in contemplation, musing his thoughts over. “Honestly? To bend you over my backseat.” He sends a suggestive look over to the back and your lips part open in shock. Mainly shocked due to how shameless this guy actually is, but also because you…liked the—no. 

No. Moving on.

“Well that’s—uh—” You’re at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing like a fish, struggling to think of something witty to say and the smirk on his face has you wishing your brain was actually functioning right now so you could say something to wipe it off. 

“Looks like I finally broke that know-it-all brain of yours.”

“You didn’t—” Your voice gets tinier and tinier as he leans forward, cupping the back of your head to kiss you again. This time, he’s much slower than the previous two, taking his sweet time to work you open. His tongue sweeps along your bottom lip and you subconsciously hold his nape to tug him closer. 

He pulls away before you could fully get into it, eyes lingering on the swell of your bottom lips before flicking up to your eyes, looking down breathlessly at him. 

“Think your pops’ is mad at me.” He nods past your body, out the window revealing your dad on the doorstep of your house, looking positively furious, arms crossed by his side, waiting, daring you to step foot inside his house.

You whip your head backwards, eyes widening marginally at his face. 

You’ve never seen him that mad before….

“On second thought…” you bite your lip, picking your dignity again over your mental well-being. You’re far too out of it to have another argument with him tonight. “Can you take me to yours?”

“Fuck, ‘course I can.” 

i'll upload part two later this week once i finish writing it 👻

extra author's note: just a lil fun fact of the day : the arguement between reader and her father was actually one i had with my own dad😒 except obviously more exaggarated to fit in with the storyline. funnnnn...

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silver springs

rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader (daisy jones & the six au)

Corroded Coffin is in a desperate need for a new female lead, ready to change it up. Open auditions are held, people come and go, get turned away, until you eventually show up. (6.6k)

fem!reader, enemies to lovers, drug usage/mention, alcohol consumption, swearing, some angst, eddie’s a major douchebag! 18+ only!

chapter 1: rock ‘n’ roll suicide.

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Corroded Coffin was finally hitting it off. They were selling out stadiums and albums left and right, now known as one of the biggest thrash metal bands of the 90’s.

The boys never thought they’d get to this point, the highlight of rock ‘n’ roll. Having an opportunity to experience it all, being able to get the hell out of Hawkins without looking back. Girls practically fell at their feet, a huge difference from High School.

They don’t get strange looks anymore. Now if someone were staring at them, it would be because they were recognized out in public instead of degrading names and harsh glares. Getting gawked at by men and women alike.

Eddie had just finished writing a new song for their new album; Circle of Death.

Despite the harsh title, the songs were nothing of the sort. Eddie wanted to try diverging into something a little different. More softer.

Nothing too soft of course, as that would completely take away from their scene. But every metal band has done slower songs once, right?

The album was solely based around their lives as teenagers, lost love, and anything else someone’s mind can wander to. During the time Eddie spent planning and writing for this album, he basically isolated himself from everyone else. He wanted time to think things out thoroughly, making sure everything comes out properly and entertaining for their thousands of fans.

“Damn, he’s been in there for the past hour and a half,” Jeff stood in their studio, pacing and waiting for Eddie to get out of his daydream in the next room over.

“Think we should check up on him?” Gareth questioned.

“Yeah, he’s wasting time that we could’ve spent recording-“ Jeff was cut off by the sound of a heavy door slamming open.

“I finally finished this shit!” Eddie yelled with joy on his face.

“Jesus Christ!” Jeff jumped back.

Eddie barely paid any mind, grinning from ear to ear at his new song creation.

“What’s got you so happy?” Grant asked.

“Here, read it yourself,” Eddie handed Grant his notebook, a closed-mouth smile on his face.

Grant started reading it over, noticing all of the words that could’ve been but were erased. Eddie’s handwriting was almost hard to read, if the guys weren’t in the studio with him while he was jotting this down, they would’ve thought he was in a rush.

“Shit man, this is actually pretty good,” Grant handed the notebook over to Jeff who was reading over his shoulder. “Are you gonna make this a duet or somethin’?”

“Pfft, no,” Eddie snatched the notebook out of Jeff’s hands.

“Hey-“

“I’m perfectly capable of singing this myself,” Eddie closed the notebook shut. “I’ve done it before and I can do it again.”

“That’s actually a good idea Grant, maybe we should find someone to sing this with you,” Jeff suggested.

Eddie threw himself down on one of the plush velvet couches, tossing his notebook on the cushion right next to him. “What? One of you guys wanna sing a love song with me?”

“Of course I do, Eddie-bear,” Gareth joked, making kissy noises at Eddie. Eddie threw a pillow at Gareth’s head.

“No dude, I mean like-“ Jeff picked up the notebook, opening to the wrinkled page with the lyrics. “-what if we held auditions? I’m sure there will be plenty of girls lining up for the part.”

Eddie had his arms crossed over his chest, staring at Jeff. He must’ve been pondering the idea as he looked completely lost in thought. Eventually, he did speak up.

“What happens if we don’t find someone?” He argued.

“Then it’ll just be a solo song, but hey, we’re fucking rockstars now dude, we have to change it up somehow.” Jeff declared.

The other guys agreed, this new album was supposed to be different from their other albums, it was supposed to contrast to their usual songs.

“Okay okay, fine, but you’ll have to ask Jim about it ‘cus he might not even agree.” Eddie grumbled out.

There were cheers filtering throughout the room, it was usually more difficult to get through Eddie and get him to agree with something, but the guys had a point. They needed to branch out into different styles, it’ll attract larger crowds.

So that’s what they did.

—

The next day rolled around pretty quickly, Jeff had already gone to Jim with their current idea for this new song.

Jim was their manager, he managed their music, he had the majority of the say on the do’s and don'ts of their music. He was mostly pretty lenient with them though, he thinks that whatever idea they all collectively have and agree on is a choice they can make for themselves.

He didn’t want to entirely make all of the rules for the band, letting them choose their own decisions.

So when Jeff came to him with the duet idea, he thought it was actually a pretty great idea. They’ve never done duets of this sort before, so it was bound to be a tad peculiar for them to do, but not necessarily a terrible idea.

“Alright boys, pull your pants up, auditions are in an hour.” Jim walked into the trailer that the boys shared.

It was nothing like the trailer Eddie lived in growing up, this trailer was much larger and spacious. There were only two rooms in total, but these rooms weren’t cramped and were just enough to fit them.

Eddie jumped up at the sound of Jim’s voice reverberating off the walls, he had a look of confusion on his face and his hair was all mussed up.

“An hour?” Eddie questioned.

“Thanks for notifying us in advance, man.” Eddie mumbled sarcastically.

It didn’t take long for the boys to get ready anyways, but Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least the slightest bit against the idea. He didn’t tell them his doubts, but he didn’t think that they needed another singer to make the band ‘different’.

He thought they were all perfectly fine with where they were at, content with the normalcy.

When the band arrived at the studio, there was already a line of people waiting to be let in. The message about auditions was just sent out yesterday, but since they grew such a large fan base, it wasn’t hard for the word to get around.

“Look at all these people man!” Gareth said excitedly.

Everyone except for Eddie was excited. This was their chance of change and trying things out.

They decided that it was best to let one person in at a time, as letting everyone in at once would be total chaos and strenuous.

Eddie was sat in a hard plastic chair right in the middle of the other guys. He looked disinterested and frankly uncaring for what was happening.

Some people sounded decent and some just sounded absolutely awful. You could pinpoint who exactly only came here to get into bed with the band. The line for auditions was getting shorter and shorter by the minute, and not one person has caught their eye.

They had no clue what they were looking for, but they just wanted someone good. Someone who had potential.

As they were calling the last of the names on the list, Eddie’s ears perked up at the sound of your name. You weren’t quite a prominent figure in the scene, but anyone who was in a band at the time at least knew your name.

You were a singer-songwriter. Anytime you’ve tried to release your first album, with songs already written for, you were turned away or always had someone trying to change up your own music. You became infuriated at the disrespect, most record labels only did it because you were a woman, and thought ‘this sounds better for you’.

That was bullshit. You knew what was better for you, and it was everything you’ve already had in your little journal you keep in your purse at all times.

When you walked into the padded recording room, it’s like everyone’s eyes lit up.

It was almost like you just had this orange aura surrounding you, you looked a lot different then the wannabe rockers that stepped into the studio that day.

You had these large gold hoops that hung from your ears, bangle bracelets decorating your wrists and jingling with every movement, these extremely short cut off denim shorts that showcased your legs, and brown suede knee high boots on your feet.

It was like you time traveled from the 70’s to the 90’s, this is what the band needed. If they wanted change then hell, were they going to get it.

When you sang, you drew everyone to you, just like a siren's song. It was impossible for Eddie to keep his eyes off of you. There was a slight raspiness to your voice when you sang, but still a soft honeyed undertone.

Eddie looked over to the boys next to him, they must’ve been lured in too, as their eyes could not leave you. He could practically read their minds and their every waking thought just by the looks on their faces.

You sang just a small snippet of Janis Joplin's Move Over.

When you spoke, it broke the trance they were in.

“Was that good?” You had your hands on the bulky headphones sitting on your ears, a slight smile on your lips.

The boys shared a mutual look. They finally found someone for the duet.

What better person than someone who was an aspiring musician anyhow?

Eddie was the first person to give you an applause, the first applause today for that matter. The guys all joined in, giving you approving smiles.

“That was definitely the best performance we’ve seen all day,” Jeff announced.

The boys all agreed, voicing their satisfaction.

They all made their way to the recording room you were in to greet you. You were absolutely over the moon, this moment felt surreal to you, your own career as a musician would finally take off.

Eddie didn’t really say much, just staying quiet the whole time. He thought you did great, just as the others did, but he still wasn’t sure about the duet. He felt that having someone else singing with him would throw him off, it also didn’t help that he just could not keep his eyes off of you.

“So, I’m gonna guess the applause meant I did good?” You asked.

“Yeah, absolutely! That was fucking awesome,” Gareth said exuberantly. “How ‘bout you Eddie?”

“Uh, yeah, you did good.” He was short with his words, giving a tight lipped smile.

All you did was slightly nod your head to his response, looking around the room. You could feel the tension, you didn’t want to just barge in on an already formed band, but they did have auditions. You weren’t going to miss your only opportunity.

Jeff slapped Eddie’s bicep with the back of his hand.

“Ow man, what the fuck?”

“So, Jim! Whatcha think?” Jeff turned to Jim.

“Well, she had the only decent performance today. It’s up to you guys,” Jim already knew you were going to be chosen for the spot.

Everyone but Eddie verbally agreed that you were perfect for the song, you had the look and the voice for it. You weren’t sure what was up with Eddie and why he was so distant from everybody, but you just chalked it up to that he just wasn’t a social person and went on.

This was just the beginning.

—

When you got back to your apartment later that night, you were elated. Everything went well, you were officially going to be able to release your own music now. If the guys like the way you perform in the duet, they were willing to let you in the band permanently.

It was perfect, you were able to set the future for young girls who aspired to become a musician. Being able to be that prominent figure in the scene right next to Joan Jett and Stevie Nicks.

The first thing you did when you got back was chuck your shoes off. You felt drained from the day you had, but you couldn’t complain. All you could think about was unwinding.

Your apartment was small, there were no hallways, everything was connected and separated just by thin walls.

When you got to your bedroom, you opened your bedside table drawer and took out a small baggie, taking it with you into your tiny living room.

You emptied the crushed powder onto your coffee table, inhaling it up your nose in one go. The burn hurt wonderfully. Giving you enough reprieve for the rest of the night. Everyone told you this was a horrible addiction, but you’ve heard it all already. You know.

But you weren’t going to let someone else run your life. This is what you wanted.

Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll.

Meanwhile, back at the trailer that the guys shared, Eddie was the only one who was still awake. He was drinking straight from the whiskey bottle, chugging large gulps after one another.

Eddie didn’t do well with change, he had enough of it for a lifetime. He didn’t want to do it again, so that’s why he refused to welcome you to the band with open arms.

He knew you’d do good during the actual performance on stage. He also knew what would happen afterwards. You’d be an official member of Corroded Coffin. It didn’t feel right to him.

Corroded Coffin was formed by four teenage boys who were trying to escape reality. They always dreamed of getting where they’re at now, but Eddie didn’t think they’d ever have to make room in the band for one more.

His only solution was to drink all of his problems away. He’d feel numb enough to finally fall asleep. Just like you, a fleeting moment of reprieve.

Eddie downed the last drop of the alcohol, it felt like fire in his throat, but filling up an empty spot in his stomach. He eventually succumbed to his fatigue, falling into sleep.

—

It was a Monday.

Monday’s are known to be the worst day of the week, but for the band, they’d probably say it was the best day of the week. They’re now able to practice and record as many songs as they possibly can, preparing for the long week ahead.

Eddie wasn’t so enthusiastic today though. For the entirety of this new upcoming week, you’d be officially recording the duet with him. He had really nothing to say to you, but his attitude spoke volumes.

The guys even realized his brooding mood, not once smiling, cracking jokes, or overall enjoying himself while doing the thing he loves the most. You started to become frustrated. You weren’t sure of what you did to be on whatever hate list Eddie has. Hell, the man hasn’t even fully gotten to know you yet!

If he was going to be that way, well, so were you.

“I think this line should be sung a little softer, I don’t think the screamo works for the lyrics.” You suggested.

“Softer? What about this band looks soft?” Eddie retaliated.

The both of you were standing in the recording room, side by side with Eddie’s tattered notebook on a stand for you to both read from. Eddie had to sort out which lines you were going to sing, and what he’d sing.

“I’m jus’ saying, maybe your fans would enjoy the slight change,” You said with a smug grin. You were trying to lighten the mood, unaware that you were just pissing him off even more.

“Well those fans, became fans cus’ of the ‘screamo’ you speak of,” Eddie put up air quotation marks with his fingers. “Besides, I was the one who wrote the song, so therefore I get a say on how it gets sung.”

“I’m not singing it then.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You wanted a duet partner so you’re going to get a duet partner,” You placed your hands on your hips. “Sometimes you don’t always get what you want.”

“Excuse me? Do I have to remind you that you were the one who chose to show up to those shitty auditions?” Eddie’s brows furrowed. You could tell you pulled a nerve.

“Do I also have to remind you that you were the one who also agreed to bring me into this? Why complain when I’m right here?” You stood face to face with him now. “I am the solution to this duet! If you don’t like my requests then fine, tell me to leave.”

Eddie was looking down at you, anger in his eyes and all over his face. He was actually really beautiful when you could see him this close. His freckles were like constellations on his cheeks and his nose, bangs resting lightly on his forehead.

He didn’t say anything, just scoffed and turned back to the lyrics in front of him.

“Fine, but that’s it. You start changing up these lyrics and you’re on your own.”

You smiled, delighted that you got your way.

Your cute little smile just irked Eddie even more. He was never this easy to negotiate with, but you were right. He did agree on letting you in the band for this song.

The both of you got right to rehearsing, not needing anymore time to have a dispute over the theme of the song. But you couldn’t help to notice that every time you attempted to sing, Eddie would just sing right over you even louder.

“Y’know, it would be great if I could actually hear myself,” You placed your hand on the notebook to catch his attention.

“It’s not my fault you can’t sing any louder.” Eddie mumbled, it was so quiet you just barely missed it.

“I don’t know what the fuck crawled up your ass today, but I highly suggest you pick it out.” You said with more irritation laced in your tone.

Eddie didn’t even respond, just placed his guitar back on the stand and walked towards the door, completely abandoning you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You questioned.

“Going to pick that thing you mentioned out of my ass.”

He just opened the door to the room and walked out, joining the other guys who were mindlessly fiddling with their instruments.

“What the fuck!” The guys in the other room looked up after hearing your muffled yelling from the next room over. You were standing there in the room alone, arms up next to you to display your annoyance.

“What happened in there, man?” Gareth asked.

“Nothin’.” Eddie said while grabbing a water bottle, then throwing himself down onto one of the couches.

Everyone’s attention diverted over to you when the heavy door slammed against the wall, and you stood there with a scowl on your face. Eddie didn’t even pay you any mind, keeping his concentration on the water bottle in his hands.

“You’re just gonna walk out like that?! We have yet to get anything done!” You yelled, the sound of your bracelets clanking together with every movement.

“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’, still not looking at you.

“You stormed out of the room over a stupid comment, I don’t know how the hell you made it this far in this industry with your huge ass ego.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Your response seemed to throw him off guard.

“Oh yeah, ‘cus my ego brought me to auditions for a band right? Hopin’ to make it big through someone else’s fame. Hoping that maybe the songs in my notebook will make it further than the same four walls of my room.” Eddie stood up after that, throwing the plastic bottle onto the cushions.

You were speechless. Embarrassed. You didn’t want the other guys to think you were using them to boost your own music, but Eddie made it loud and clear how he thought about you. You weren’t sure you could take anymore of his cold attitude.

“Fine. Have it your way then, good luck finding someone else who will deal with you, ‘cus I’m fucking done.” With that, you turned on your heels and gathered your stuff, making your way to the exit.

“Hey! Wait!” Jeff tried to get you to come back.

You ignored their protests to get you to turn around, slamming the door behind you leaving a resounding ‘thud’ through the room.

“What the fuck man!” The guys were all visibly pissed at Eddie, you were their only chance at change, and they felt like Eddie blew it for them all.

“Dude, do you realize how difficult it was to find someone in this city who was actually good?!” Gareth was equally just as upset.

“We’ll find someone else, it’s L.A. It’s not the end of the world.” That’s all Eddie said to them, following right behind you and leaving himself.

No one chased after him, letting him go figure out this mess on his own. They didn’t know why he was being such an asshole, he was usually never like this towards anyone. Always giving everyone a chance and the benefit of the doubt. But he just couldn’t make an exception for you.

—

It’s been days since the guys have heard from you, you went completely silent. If only they knew what was really happening.

Since that day, you’ve fallen in a complete catatonic state, shutting out the rest of the world around you. Everything was for once going your way, and now it just crashed and burned. Eddie absolutely humiliated you, and showed no remorse for doing so.

You found solace in a bag of quaaludes you found in your kitchen drawer, it was the only thing among other drugs that calmed your racing mind. Right now you laid haphazardly on your couch, staring up into the ceiling. The world was spinning, but that was normal. You took more than usual tonight, but nothing beyond the point than you’ve taken before.

You wanted nothing more than to punch Eddie’s beautiful face, maybe tell everyone who adored him how he really was. He was nothing more than a douchebag.

Fame must’ve fucked him up, made him grow some type of superiority complex. He tells the same sad story of his childhood to get sympathy from thousands of people, but behind closed doors he’s nothing more than a narcissistic douchebag.

The few pills you’ve taken weren’t enough, you needed something else to take your anger away. Something to calm you down more.

You stood up on shaky legs, staggering over to your kitchen holding onto the counters as you go. You grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey from your counter, drinking straight from the bottle. Your hands were just as unstable as your legs, barely able to hold the glass bottle.

You made the trek back over to your living room, right before your legs decided that they didn’t want to work properly anymore, making you stumble over your own two feet and dropping the bottle. The glass shards slid everywhere, the brown liquid inside creating a puddle. At that point, all you wanted to do was curl up and sleep for the rest of your life.

As cautiously as possible to avoid getting glass up your foot, you crawled over the couch and face planted into the cushions. Hoping by the time you woke up, you’d be reoriented enough to function properly.

You woke up what felt like days later to a heavy hand banging on your front door.

“Go away.” Your scratchy voice yelled out.

The knocking just got louder, not showing any sign of stopping.

“I said, fucking go away!” You lifted your head from the cushions.

“It’s me. Jeff.” His voice was muffled from the barrier of the door.

Hearing his name, you shot up. You’ve been refusing to speak with them since the argument, wanting to stay as far from Eddie as possible.

You sobered up since a few hours ago, the world wasn’t spinning as much anymore, making it easier to stand up and walk. You made sure to keep a look out of the scattered glass, staying physically aware of furniture around you.

When you got to the door, you unlocked the locks on your flimsy door handle, opening the door just enough so that he’d see you and not get a peek at your apartment's current state.

“Hi.” Your throat burned.

You were sure you looked like a mess. Only wearing a tank top and a pair of panties. Your hair was most definitely all over the place, and your makeup was smeared all over your cheeks.

“Hey,” Jeff’s eyes lit up when you opened the door. “Jus’ wanted to check up on you, you haven’t returned our calls,”

“Oops, forgot to pay the phone bill.” You tried to joke, but no smile found its way on your face.

“Can we talk? I didn’t have a chance to fully speak with you after, y’know..” He scratched the back of his head, looking away briefly.

You laughed through your nose, “After Eddie was a dick to me? Yeah, kinda wanted to keep my distance.”

“Uhm, ignore the mess..” You mumbled while hastily sweeping up the broken glass shards. The majority of the whiskey had dried up, leaving a decent size stain in the wood flooring.

“Oh shit- Lemme help with that.” Jeff went and grabbed paper towels, wiping up whatever liquid was left.

The clutter of glass was quickly cleaned. You’d have to get a rug to cover the stain.

“Sooo, what did you want to talk to me about?” You turned to him, throwing yourself onto your tiny sofa and crossing your legs criss-cross.

“Everything, really,” Jeff chuckled. “I feel like we left off on a bad note. With Eddie freaking out and then walking out, I couldn’t really say much to you.”

You were picking at a loose thread on the couch.

“Listen, we would love you to be in the band. Fuck what Eddie says. It’s three against one, his word means nothing,” He leaned forward, his hands clasped together in front of him.

“Eddie didn’t have it easy growing up, so anyone new that comes in his life, he has this habit of just sabotaging himself and his image. He didn’t mean it.” He had sincerity in his eyes.

“Sometimes he’ll be that way, but it’s just Eddie. He never really opened up to us about anything that’s goin’ on in his head, but that’s ‘cus he’s scared of being ignored.” Jeff looked down to his hands. “Please don’t tell him that I told you this.” He looked back up at you.

You just laughed, leaning back onto the couch and drawing your knees to your chest.

“I had a shit life too, but you don’t see me goin’ around and being a total asshole to people.” You said.

“My mom only had me to make another man jealous, to show him that she can get laid and have another man’s baby. She never loved me. By the time I was fourteen? My mom was gone,” You hugged your arms around yourself. “She ran off with said man who she tried to make jealous.”

There was silence, tension even. It was so thick it was suffocating, no one said anything.

“To this day she refuses to talk to me, trust me, I’ve tried. But if there’s one way to get her to hear me, see me, it’s this. I wanna show her I made something of myself without her shit parenting.” Your brows were furrowed, anger infiltrated your mind at the mere thought of your mother.

Silence again. You looked up to Jeff to see if he was even listening, and there it was. He was looking at you with pity. You wish there was a rewind button so you could just turn back time and not say anything at all. Just keep quiet and let him think Eddie is the victim. You hated the pitying looks you’d get, the last thing you need is for someone to feel sorry for you.

You’ve experienced enough sorrow.

“Anyways, I’ll come back. Eddie’s not gonna run me out, he’s gonna deal with me whether he likes it or not.” You said, sitting up straight.

Jeff’s face just lit up, akin to a child’s face in a toy store. He stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you, you won’t regret this. I promise you this time.” He replied, making his way to the front door. You stood up and followed right behind him.

“You can come back on Saturday, the weekends are less hectic and Eddie is less likely to blow up,” He turned around to look at you, hand on the doorknob.

“And.. I’m sorry about what happened with you and your mother,” He placed his hand on your shoulder. “You’re going to go far, Y/N.”

He gave you a small smile and left.

Those words will replay in your head for the rest of the night. Hell, probably for the rest of your life.

You’re gonna go far, you’re gonna shove it in your mothers face and tell her, ‘I did it’.

—

Saturday came very quickly.

Maybe you were trapped in your mind, but you were nervous. You felt like a kid going to a new school. You aren’t new, though. You’ve been here before, you’ve done this.

Walking into the studio granted you a little relief, Eddie wasn’t there yet. It was only Jeff, Gareth, Grant, and yourself. It was almost like a weight was lifted off your chest. Sure, maybe him arriving and you already being there was worse than getting there when he was here, but the guys aren’t going to let him boss you around.

“We’re so glad you’re back, it didn’t feel right without you here.” Gareth voiced.

“Let’s hope I don’t regret coming back.” You said with a smile.

A few minutes in, and all of the guys were conversing with you. It felt like you’ve known them for years. You were so deep in conversation that you didn’t notice Eddie walk through the door. He just stood there in the doorway, staring at you.

“What’s she doin’ here?” He questioned.

“She’s here ‘cus we need her, you know that.” Jeff replied.

Eddie just rolled his eyes and walked in, walking right to the recording room. “Well? We just gonna sit here, or are we gonna get shit done?” Eddie questioned bitterly.

“Yup.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag that was resting on the ground and grabbing the pill bottle inside.

The small pills rattled around in the bottle. Your drug of choice today was Dextroamphetamine. Different from the usual quaaludes, but it was all you had in your bag currently and you knew you were going to need it.

You quickly popped a few of the pills into your mouth, swallowing them with ease. Dexies help you focus more, and maybe you’ll be more calm throughout rehearsing.

You hurriedly made your way to the live room, not wanting to fuel the fire that was already brewing inside Eddie.

“We’re gonna need to start over, since you probably don’t remember where we left off.” Eddie said emotionless, not even looking at you.

“I actually do remember where we left off, but we should start from the top anyhow. You were the one who stormed out.” You were quick with your response, not looking at him either.

“That’s funny, ‘cus I’m not the one popping pills.” He lowered his voice.

Your hand tightened around the mic stand you were holding. You weren’t going to respond to him, no matter what you said back it wouldn’t warrant a great reaction from him.

The guys walked into the room with big smiles on their faces, laughing and fooling around.

“You guys ready to officially start this!” Gareth yelled out.

Neither you or Eddie really replied, both murmuring out a quiet ‘mhm’. At that everyone immediately took their places; Gareth at the drums, Jeff at the bass, Grant at guitar, you and Eddie both doing vocals while Eddie has his guitar as well.

The song started out slowly, no need for heavy instruments. This song didn’t necessarily require anything heavy anyways, but it was still nice to keep a few of the thrash metal elements to the music, no matter how fast or slow the song was. You had the majority of the vocals, but Eddie had a few.

Things were just a little different this time. You weren’t expecting Eddie to let you off that easily, he only asked why you were here and that’s it. You felt that was a major upgrade from last time. But of course, it wouldn’t be Eddie if he didn’t ignore you most of the time.

You could tell he was trying his hardest to not make eye contact with you. You were able to feel him glancing at you, but whenever you made the move to turn your head and look at him yourself, he’d quickly turn away, putting his focus back into the written lyrics or his guitar.

By the end of the first half of practice, your throat hurt. Your voice had a raspiness to it from the strain, but it felt great. You were on cloud nine. Everything was finally falling back into place, you felt that high that you’d only get when you smoked weed and drank, even though you only took a few pills.

“Holy shit! That was fucking awesome!” Grant shouted out.

“Hell yeah it was! This rehearsal was so much better than last time!” Gareth yelled back.

It was time for a much needed break, everyone made their way back into the main room of the studio.

“What did you guys think of that?” You asked while sitting on the red velvet armchair, taking a small sip out of your bottled water.

“That was even better than your audition, dude! I mean, not that your audition wasn’t good, but this was like, hundred times fucking better!” Jeff exclaimed.

You giggled at his enthusiasm. Jeff reminded you of a brother you never had, you’d picture this is what having a brother would feel like. Even though you’ve known him for a total of a week, he treated you like you’ve known him for ages. Never once letting the awkwardness of meeting someone for the first time appear between you both.

“Maybe once this album gets debuted, we can record some of the songs I’ve written? We can release it as an album for the band as a whole,” You suggested.

Eddie looked up at you at that one.

“Already planning that far ahead?” He asked. “We have yet to even perform this one, why don’t you wait before jumping to something new?”

You scowled. “No need to get so uptight, it was just a suggestion.” You bit back. His attitude towards you has been hot and cold all day, sending out mixed signals constantly. You were never able to tell how he was actually feeling, one minute he acted like he liked you at least a little, then the next he acted as if you were the worst thing to walk this planet.

“I’m jus’ sayin’.” Eddie had a bored expression on his face, as if your existence was an inconvenience.

You just rolled your eyes, not interested in getting into another heated debate with him. You chugged half of your water bottle, knowing that once you leave the studio today you’d have to stop at the liquor store to buy another bottle of whiskey, or maybe something stronger.

“Okaaay you two! Maybe we should end break early today, we need to practice as much as we can.” Grant suggested.

Jeff and Gareth both agreed, Eddie only nodding in response. You didn’t really care for the break, wanting to take up as much practice as you can.

Walking into the recording room was less exciting as it was before, it seems like Eddie ruined the mood once again with his comments towards you.

“Maybe we should find a certain part of the song to focus on, there’s some parts we need to fix,” You offered. Eddie seemed to hate that idea, as he scoffed.

“I thought the guys sounded fine, so I’m not sure what parts need fixing.” Eddie responded. The statement wasn’t outright rude, but it was just the tone in his voice that set you off. As if he was suggesting you were the problem.

“I don’t know, you wrote the lyrics, so you tell me.”

“It’s definitely not the lyrics, maybe it’s the person who’s singing them.”

“Okay, I get it. We left on a bad note last time, but I still don’t understand why you’re always such a bitch to me. I have done nothing to you!” You threw your hands in the air.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get anything done when you’ve had this, I don’t know, two-faced attitude towards me,” You were fuming at this point, you didn’t care the guys were watching. “One minute you seem fine with me being here, maybe even enjoying my presence, and then the next minute you’re just- you’re- an egotistical prick!”

“Let’s not do this. We gave you a second chance, you’re lucky you’re even back here. We have shit we have to get done.” Eddie surprisingly showed no want in arguing, but you knew deep down he’d love nothing more than to get under your skin. But you also didn’t want to argue. But you also couldn’t stand him shutting you out and trying to silence you.

“This is what I fucking mean.” Your response was less fierce. The ongoing back and forth between you two was tiring, it was getting hard to keep up with, and you’ve only been here for a day and a half.

You just sighed and turned your attention back to the sheet music. You knew when to continue fights and when to stop them, and in this moment it was best to just let it go for now. Mainly for the sake of the others, not Eddie.

The rest of rehearsal was a bit rocky, some pauses here and there and sharp glares exchanged between you and Eddie. You made sure you stopped to grab another bottle of whiskey before heading home for the night.

Next week was going to be a long, long week.

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[h-harleybaby]

Cartman x reader relationship hcs

Ngl this is like, a smidge based off my highschool shit

Btw this is aged up Cartman

HAS NSFW CONTENT

SFW

• You took Principles of human services in high school and now you’re just obsessed with sewing. Apparently you’re a natural? Cartman’s low key obsessed with it tho

• You’re wifey material according to him and his friends. You have no idea what that means but you’re happy about it tbh

• You’ve just become the mom friend who occasionally hangs out with Eric’s friends, you have this bag you carry around that has everything

• It has water, bandaids, snacks (ofc snacks for Cartman <3), chargers, pimple patches (lord knows Kenny needs it he probably has greasy hair that messes with his face), and all sorts of shit like that

• Although Cartmans friends make fun of how he acts around you/with you but they really like you and are super thankful you calm down Eric when he starts scheming and stuff

• You go along with most of his plans because you think it’s hilarious but sometimes you gotta be the person who has to calm him down

• Like when he killed Scott Tenorman’s parents and fed him his parents in chili over 16$. You’re the one who keeps his anger in check tbh

• HE REALLY LISTENS TO YOU THO- sometimes it doesn’t seem like it but he genuinely does

• Banter is definitely something that happens a lot in your relationship, he tries to not get too serious because he doesn’t wanna hurt you and he doesn’t want you to leave him. But sometimes he says insensitive things and you gotta correct him

• Loves when you call him all sorts of nicknames tho. He just internally melts when you call him those adorable nicknames

• He really likes to be called things like darling and sweetheart in private, loves the lovey dovey nicknames in private because he gets too embarrassed and feels like a pussy in public. Doesn’t really mind hun, babe, baby (that kinda stuff ya know) in public. Just as long as the guys can’t really make of it too much

• I swear to god you called him “snookums” one time and he deadass stared at you like “what the fuck did you call me 💀”

• He calls you a bunch of nicknames- like cookie, honey, my good luck charm (mainly for wrestler Cartman), definitely called you wifey once or twice as a joke, has called you Whore or his Whore multiple times and you can’t tell if it’s a joke anymore or not

• Mans cannot keep his hands to himself, he likes having his arms around your waist or holding your hand.

NSFW

• This isn’t really NSFW but kisses with him are somehow addicting???? He makes you wear flavored lip gloss and chapstick and stuff, not that you mind- you like the taste too. Y’all kiss a lot tho because like how he can’t keep his hands to himself, he can’t keep his lips to himself either 💀

• I can see him as a hard dom or a really cute sub <333 he’s probably a switch with a dom lean in all honesty

• Tbh he probably prefers receiving oral rather than giving, he’s a bit of a selfish lover. But he definitely likes giving too- if it makes you happy he’s willing to do it all the time if you ask, but I can also see him giving you oral because he enjoys it and he would do it for his own pleasure if he feels like it

• I dunno I see him as a rough guy, you’d probably be a bit sore after fucking, ya know?

• Definitely seems like a guy who at first was like “I don’t need any toys, I can please my girl perfectly fine right now”

• At some point he learned that was just fucking stupid and started using toys. It ✨awakened✨ something in him

• Now sometimes he likes torturing you with a couple vibrators and watching you squirm <3333

• He’s an entire brat, and to be a good brat tamer you gotta think like a brat. You see where I’m getting at????? He could definitely be a brat tamer, just make sure you don’t fuck with him too much

• (edit) HE’S NOT VANILLA ABORT MISSION HE IS NOT VANILLA I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING GOOD LORD

• Hear me out, he jerks off a lot- like A L O T

• His sex drive is just… Christ man

• He’s an angry guy, he probably jerks off a lot to relieve stress???? If you’re ok with it he might let out all his anger with some extra rough ✨fun time✨ but it’s only if you’re good with it

• He probably really likes quickies in a semi public place because he thinks it’s super hot and the thrill of almost getting caught just turns him on, ya know???

• In general, he’s kinda loud. There’s a lot of whimpers and whines when he’s on bottom and his cute face BAJSBSISBSJSBSJSBSHHS

• Otherwise, there’s quite a few grunts and moans and a bit of dirty talk sprinkled in there. Like “Who’s this pussy belong to?? Mhmm, it’s mine <333” I dunno something like that

I SLOWLY STARTED GIVING UP 💀

SBSJSBSKSBWJ

THERES PROBABLY A LOT OF TYPOS PLEASE IGNORE THEM I WRITE ON MY PHONE

#eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #south park headcanons #south park x reader

[likecastle]

Ronance Femslash February - "midnight"

Thank you, anon, for sending in the prompt “midnight”! Thanks to everyone who's sent a prompt so far! Please keep them coming, I'll be accepting them all month! (Anon asks are totally fine! You’re welcome to send more than one, if you want! And, for the record, I’m pretty open about subject matter. If a prompt isn’t something that works for me I may give it a miss, but chances are I won’t be offended. Don’t be shy!) You can find previous prompts I’ve filled here.

Putting part of this behind a cut because it got a little spicy. Still very much a teen rating, just gonna err on the side of caution.

Robin’s always been a good kid, not that her parents appreciate that. She gets good grades, never skips school or stays out past curfew, and she’s only come home drunk from a band party and thrown up in a potted plant once, but she cleaned that up so her parents never even found out. None of this, of course, stops her mother from nagging her about her clothes or lecturing her about her unladylike manners. It doesn’t preclude her dad’s quiet consternation when she insists that Steve’s just a friend for the millionth time. It turns out, you can do everything right and still be a disappointment to your parents.

She’s spent most of high school missing out on ‘normal’ teenage foibles, either because she didn’t want to risk the attention that came with doing something daring, or, more often than not, simply because nobody thought to include her. Now that she finds herself making out in the back seat of a car on a secluded back road, there’s a delicious sort of novelty to it—like visiting somewhere she’s only ever seen in movies. And here we have your typical American teenager, engaged in an activity commonly known as ‘getting to second base,’ she pictures a tour guide saying in a bored voice as imaginary tourists take photos though the windows of Mrs. Wheeler’s station wagon. It’s all so conventional she kind of can’t believe it’s really happening to her, sometimes.

Which is not to say she’s not enjoying kissing Nancy Wheeler, because she definitely is. Nancy’s weight on top of her sort of short circuits her brain a little bit, to say nothing of the way Nancy always kisses her like she just can’t get enough. Making out with a pretty girl who seems to be, like, really, seriously into her, too, is something Robin never in a million years thought would happen before she got to college, and sometimes she despaired of it ever happening at all. So what if all this backseat necking is a little clichéd? Sometimes clichés can be fun.

“Wait—just—hang on—” Nancy is guiding her hand up under her blouse, trying to help her undo the clasp of her bra. “It’s caught on the—there!” Robin runs her hand along the smooth skin of Nancy’s back, feeling the line left there by the band.

“You can take off my shirt,” Nancy says breathlessly. “If you want.”

Robin does want, of course she does. Except when she leans forward to start unbuttoning Nancy’s blouse, she catches sight of the car’s clock, lit up like a warning in the gloom. “Oh, shit,” she groans, her head dropping onto Nancy’s shoulder.

“What?” Nancy’s voice is suddenly sharp in the enclosed space of the car. “Robin, what’s wrong?”

“No, nothing.” She brushes a reassuring kiss against Nancy’s throat and feels her relax against her. “I just—I was supposed to be home by eleven.”

Robin glances up again, regretfully, just in time to see the clock’s illuminated numbers tick over from 11:59 to 12:00.

“OK,” Nancy says, straightening up. She reaches behind herself to do up her bra again. “It’s fine, don’t worry. If we hurry, we can get you home in fifteen minutes, maybe less.” Her voice is clipped and efficient, the tone of someone who’s saved the world enough times to be sure she can do it again. “I’ll tell them it was my fault, that we lost track of time.”

Nancy is already climbing off her lap, but Robin isn’t ready to give up the sweet weight of her. “Wait. Nancy, wait.” She settles her hands on Nancy’s hips, drawing her back in. “Let them ground me, I don’t care.”

“Are you sure?” Nancy asks. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

Robin shakes her head, which quickly turns into nuzzling the soft line of Nancy’s throat. “I think we’ve earned the chance to sow a few wild oats, don’t you? What’s the point of saving the world if you can’t break curfew to make out with your girlfriend once in a while?”

“Well,” Nancy says, breath hitching as Robin lets her teeth graze lightly against Nancy’s neck, “can’t really argue with that.”

#ronance #robin/nancy #robin x nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance femslash february #femslash february #thank you again anon! this was so fun!

[jaylleoo14]

TW: BOTMM is a short drabble leading up to Keratoconus Entrapment. Although nothing explicit happens in this drabble be wary that the following will contain such themes/mentions (along with Keratoconus Entrapment): Horror/dark themes, deaths/murders, butchering/gore, unsettling descriptions, kidnapping, gen violence, blackmailing, alcohol, partying, corruption, morphed views of artistic expression, manipulation and gaslighting. All characters are aged up, you have been warned 

This idea sparked while I was listening to an audio and I was like "hmm, i like how ominous and spooky this can be." then suddenly boom, Jade Leech has spawned. So hear me out okay WAIT IM ACTUALLY KINDA SCARED RN BECAUSE SO MUCH IS BEING ENVISIONED IN MY MIND😭🙏 :') Okay but as the ideas kept on racking and stacking on top of each other I started to get a little "oh wow, this is actually starting to sound kinda good tho-" (im envisioning an uncanny Jade rn and i'm scared-)

Have you heard?

Heard of what?

The Mushroom Man who lives down Rocker Lane.

I. From paints to charcoal, to clay to wood. Then to pencil and pen, then back to your roots of finger painting on cardboard.

You've always had this sort of love for drawing. Since you were little you can recall your mother had always talked about how you were such an artistic child. A crafty one at that. Your dad was always telling his friends that his child was always so expressive and imaginative whenever the topic was brought up. Continuing on keeping up with art along your adolescence, to middle school, to then high school, you felt like you knew what you wanted to do. That being why you decided to go pursue an art major.

The university you are going to attend, University of Arts in Atlantica, was where you'd be heading on over next. Its a funny feeling in your stomach really, moving out and all and going to meet new people as you drift away from your old ones. The feelings welt up inside you slowly, feeling a sad weight bringing you down. You'd be staying in a co-ed dorm, at least then you'd be able to hopefully meet new people and make more friends. That's one of the main things you were looking forward to. It's time to look on the positive side here, and as you make your daily affirmations to yourself you bring out your phone to go to your notes app to remind yourself of the good things that happened and what to look forward to.

I saw a man helping his old relative (not sure) down a street earlier. That was really nice.

I saw some black cats cuddling with each other near the grass yesterday

the weather is nice today, it's not too windy and the sun is out high

I was able to pack another box of my stuff, I should go reward myself now

I was able to send in my resume for a job application nearby. I should also reward myself because I did a good job at tending to it.

Oh, that's right. You recently did submit a job application. You submitted it to a bakery oddly enough.

Art comes in many different shapes and forms, and you personally had another interest. That being the culinary arts. For at least once in your life you wanted to experience the working life of a culinary student, and although pursuing it as a career plan wasn't your solid choice - it was one of the options. And thankfully enough, the man there who skimmed through your resume seemed rather gentle about your chances. Hopefully you get the job, I mean you have plenty of experience before as well with handling and decorating foods. That was the main thing you were interested in. Sure you do enjoy baking, but it was the expression of being able to decorate cakes and pastries there that you were more eager to do.

Trey was the person who introduced himself first, claiming that his family owned the business. After the whole process of submission for your intended new job, something blue catches your eye. A natural call of curiosity causes you to divert your eyes a little away from Trey- who was finishing up the bases of what's to expect- and see a tall man through the window of the kitchen door. He had teal short hair, a longer black length of hair tucked behind his ear and his eyes looked rather sharp and lifted from the side. If for just a moment of observation, Trey caught where your eyes were distracted at.

"Oh, well it's still business hours, you know. He's another employee working here as well. If you get the job you'll see him more frequently." He says it so casually, but you would really hope you do get the job. Fiddling your fingers a little, you show a bit of anxiousness but you keep it professional. "What are the chances of me getting hired? I'm really eager to get this position."

A thoughtful look is splayed on his face, his glasses framing them well. "Well your past work seems promising. It doesn't look professional enough for it to display but I'm sure with enough practice it may work. Just wondering though, you're an art student, yes? Do you think you'd manage the hours alongside your classes?"

His words were a little hard for you to hear but you greatly needed it, a set reminder that you really still are an inexperienced culinary artist if anything. However you proceed to give him a determined answer. "Yes, I'll manage. I will uphold my duties responsibly, please consider taking me."

"They seem eager, don't you agree Trey?" Both your attention is turned and directed on the voice who spoke from behind, the teal haired man coming forward. He had a black plain apron on with the logo of a clover on his right chest, a white chef shirt on as the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. “Eagerness and experience are two separate things. I’ll consider it, don't worry.” 

Not knowing what to say, the teal haired man turns his attention onto you. You both meet each other's eyes and his lips curve more upward to be more inviting and polite. “Oh how rude of me, where are my manners? You can address me as Jade Leech.” He goes over to shake your hand as a formal greeting, and ever since then things have been going alright. Would you look at that, you got the job! And you’ve already moved in, meeting friendly people from all over with wild stories to tell. “Ugh, such an extroverted thing to do. I could never.” Idia’s voice is made metallic through your phone as you tell him about how you plan on going to this frat party to welcome the new incoming people. It was a new time of your life, why not let loose and meet new people? “Your reasoning still stinks. Imagine all the sweaty smelly bodies you’d bump into there. Not only that but eee! So many loud normies! My HP would already max out by the time I get there, definitely not.” 

“Look, I’ll be back soon okay? I want to try and enjoy this night before anything real happens like classes and work.” Bringing your coat on, you sling over a fanny pack over your torso with all the required things for what you can expect at this frat party. “If you don't let me know that you came home safely I’ll be adding modifications into that device of yours.” A simple reassurance is all it takes for him to hang up and with some worn converse shoes you slip out of your room. 

Clink!

Here's to a new school life. Surrounded by other lively participants of party go-ers, you hold a drink of alcohol in your cup. Everyone seems to have a good time, the music is blasting, the people are dancing and enjoying their time, and you have crazy party go-ers here climbing the roofs and pulling crazy stunts. It's quite the impression really. Taking a step outside all the way to where the cars are parked from the frat house, you take a deep breath and catch yourself a breather. Idia was right for the most part, and for this to be your first time at a frat party it was definitely overwhelming. However one thing for sure was that you were able to meet new people and enjoy your time there, just needed a little break is all. 

Little did you know though, that nearby deep in hidden trees and bushes laid a beaten up person. Most likely dead. No, definitely dead. For Jade Leech is always one to ensure that the deal is done. Frat parties, loud music, drunken party go-ers, it was all the perfect set up for him to strike and take advantage of. Who would know if just a person or two went missing? Especially ones who come by themselves. He’s got an eye for people you could say, with the way his eyes are arched up so meticulously. The location was just too good to miss out as well. Here it’s a little more isolated with vegetation growing around, the house being more secluded due to its bigger land. Blood is soaked into the dirt, his smile content that the earth is gaining some nutrition. 

Oh, what a surprise. He sees a familiar figure in the distance leaning up against one of the cars on the dirt path. It’s you. He could strike, but it would cause trouble. You aren’t his target. At least not yet. He can play a patient game, and a patient game he will play. The future awaits many things for the two of you, so until then, enjoy your fresh new life and your new job. You clock in the day following tomorrow, where Jade will surely start to learn more about you. And as much as he will learn about you, you my dear reader, will surely start to learn about him much more than what ordinary people see and know about him behind closed, faux smiled, bloodied doors.

I hope this reaches the right audience, but to all my dark/horror/yandere enthusiasts

just know..... JADE IS A BAKER IN HERE WITH NICE MF ARMS>&lt;

Literally the only thing i was fixated on when I was writing this, I was like "oml yes Jade with them nice buff baker arms anfisdifbfiubwif Trey you arent gonna be alone in this✊🤞." I practically melted just thinking about it while writing this ^^;

#twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #jade leech twst #horror #dark themes #jade leech x reader #yandere twst #yandere x reader #yandere jade leech #yandere jade leech x reader #yandere jade x reader #idia shroud #trey clover #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst jade #okay onto the more lighter stuff now #beware of the mushroom man #BOTMM

[bug-fics]

The story of us

The Lovers

CW: major character death, Mentions suicidal thoughts, substance abuse

Summary: Y/N and Ben had only been together for a year. That year was full of love and adoration. They were inseparable, it felt as though their souls were joined together the day they met. So I guess that connection explains why it was so hard to stay alive when Y/N’s beloved was 6 feet under.

Female reader | she/her pronouns

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Set up to turn into a series based off of season 3 if people want it/if I can find inspo to write it. If you’ve read this before it’s because I posted it on a different blog when season 2 came out. I promise this is my original work, I just wiped my old blog and then missed writing again. Cross posted on AO3

The day Y/N had Ben had first met was a day like any other. That morning, on a suspiciously bright Saturday morning, Y/N woke up with a burst of euphoria, a high that couldn’t be obtained by any narcotic drug the earth could possess. Y/N knew today was going to hold something beautiful, not because she could foretell the future, no this time it was because her gut was screaming at her, trying to inform her that her life would be improved forever. She made her way out of the house, running errands for her beloved mother who had already gone off to work.

With groceries in hand, Y/N made her way down the bustling street only to come into forceful contact with a teenage boy who, by the looks of it, had been running away from six other teenagers. All seven of these teens had been dressed in eccentric outfits, school uniforms, with a familiar embroidered pattern below the collar. At that moment the realization dawned upon her, she had just physically bumped into an Umbrella Academy hero. Everyone in the city knew these teenagers, and everyone in the city also knew how they were all narcissistic, temperamental, egotistic brats.

With a huff, Y/N reached down to pick up the discarded fruit that had tumbled out of the paper grocery bag during the collision. Expecting to just walk away, Y/N was surprised when the blonde boy gripped her wrist, forcing her to confront the group.

“Well, aren’t you gonna apologize? You barrel into us and just march off with an attitude. That’s not gonna fly with me,” Y/N looked at this boy like he was stupid, getting ready to tell him off, she was interrupted by another voice. This one however, sounded like you would presume melting honey would taste. It was sweet, gorgeous even, and his words were firm yet caring. This was the voice of an angel.

“Leave her alone Luther, we all saw what happened. Klaus is the real perpetrator ike he always turns out to be. That idiot ran into her, we don’t have time to deal with this. Don’t let your hero complex go to your head,” making eye contact with the mystery boy, all of the rage rendered from Y/N’s shoulders. Soon the sensation of euphoria from this morning once again filled her body. There was something about this boy she needed in her life. Looking into his eyes was a breath of fresh air, her heart cried out to the boy without even knowing his name. When the eye contact was broken a wave of desolation washed over Y/N and she silently begged to look into the boy’s soul once again just to feel that rush of bliss swell in her body.

It was exactly 6 days, 7 hours, and 43 seconds until the two met again, this time on more favorable terms. Walking to the local sweets shop after school had become a tradition of sorts for Y/N on Fridays. Somewhat as a treat for making it through the week. Being one of the famous 42, going to high school, and being the daughter of a single mother was hard enough. Throw in predicting the future, good or bad, and you have a great ordeal of emotions. Y/N was one of the lucky ones, typically her power wasn’t disruptive, but there were some times where it was harder to get through the day. Something serious could trigger her more tremendous predictions, but this occurrence was rare. Entering the shop, Y/N was hit with the wonderful scent of sugar. Walking past the shelved walls, she began to look for something that caught her eye, that was until she heard a very familiar voice. This voice was one that hadn't left her mind since Saturday. His black eyes were the only thing she could think about the past week.

“Klaus! You’re going to get us in trouble again. I’m tired of always making up lies to save your sorry ass.”

Looking away from the sweet adjourned walls, Y/N searched across the store, trying to pinpoint exactly where the mystery boy was. That’s when their eyes met for the second time ever. The same rush of euphoria had started to flow through Y/N’s veins. There was something about this boy, that she had never once spoken a word around, and Y/N yet she knew she needed him in her life. Deciding not to waste this precious moment, Y/N had begun to march her way up to the brunette haired boy. It felt as though her legs were moving on their own, and soon she was filled with a wave of regret and despair; pleading with her body to stop walking until it was too late.

Here she stood, nearly toe to toe with a boy she had never officially met before, with absolutely no game plan. These first words were dire, first impressions were everything and she couldn’t fuck it up.

“Hi.”

That was what her brain had come up with? Hi, of all things. She didn’t even state her name. There was no mention of a thank you for last week, no nice to meet you, no true conversation starter. The only thing that escaped her lips was hi? Y/N’s brain began to stir. Thoughts of paranoia and fear entered and exited her mind without any time to truly process the words. Seconds felt like hours as the pair stood in deafening silence. At least, that’s what it felt like for the y/h/c girl. All the thoughts abruptly stopped when she caught sight of his smile. With a dazed grin, Ben replied with the same energy Y/N had used to make her grand impression.

"Hey," Snapping out of the trance, Ben tried to redeem himself with a decent conversation. Being who he was, he had never been good with words, let alone with pretty girls. "Oh, um I remember you. God, I'm sorry for how Luther was behaving that day. He’s always been such a prick ever since we’ve grown more popular. Crap, you probably don’t even know who we are. Um, I’m Ben, by the way, Ben Hargreeves,” A chuckle escaped the teen’s lips once he realized he was rambling. The day the two made eye contact, Ben had felt as though the darkness that filled him was relieved even just for a second. “Sorry.”

There was something eerily comforting with the boy in front of her. Something about him felt like home. It made her feel warm inside and this was quite terrifying to think about when you realize that Y/N had only met this boy twice. She sent him a smile back, “I know who you are. You're a part of the Umbrella Academy. Though I always assumed you were all just a bunch of egotistical assholes,” this sentence gave Ben a little shock, he wanted to make a good impression on this girl. He didn't know why, but he felt the need to get to know her. With a slight smirk, Y/N continues her train of thought. “ Don’t worry though, you're too pretty to be an asshole in my book.”

Ever since that day Y/N and Ben were stuck together like glue. There was something that drew the two in and neither of them would have it any other way. It didn’t take long for Ben to fall for his new friend. He had spent years being a part of a group, he was just one of 7. He was a monster, a hero, a celebrity. However in Y/N’s eyes, he was just Ben; loving, funny, dorky Ben. She made him feel special, she made him feel accepted, acknowledged. She was someone he could turn to for any problem he had, no matter how tragic or minuscule. She made time for him, put in equal effort to be with him. She let him ramble about his newest interest and she smiled and engaged in the conversation even if she had no clue what he was talking about. She didn't expect the most from him. The two could just sit in her room for hours doing absolutely nothing and still be the happiest they’ve ever been. It was a bond so powerful that nothing could turn the other away.

Their romance was simple, it was full of love, passion, and understanding. It was beautiful and abundant. When they kissed it was full of emotion and desire. Without the other, their lungs ran cold, their minds were screaming, and their souls felt empty. When they embraced it felt as though all the world's problems were solved. It felt as if their bodies became one, molding perfectly together. Without the other, the world seemed grey, cold, and barren. It was just a teenage romance, but at the same time, it was so much more. They were never apart, always touching in some way or another. Even Ben’s siblings could tell how deep their fondness of one and another truly was. Ben had always been a reserved kid, always obeying the rules, following one of the siblings around like a lost puppy. Y/N made him feel free, she helped him branch out and have fun. It was new and exciting and it was no surprise that over the year they only grew more in love.

It was evident that the two were going to get married. They were going to live a beautiful life together, start a family, have a nice picket fenced house. They were supposed to grow old together and live life to the fullest, hand in hand. They were supposed to be together forever. That was the plan, but plans get destroyed. The day the world lost Ben Hargreevs was a day of despair and endeavor. A family was ripped apart, a girlfriend was now bereaved, and many hearts were destroyed.

As a prophet, Y/N knew today was going to be a bad day. A vision of pools of blood flashed through her mind this morning, leaving a feeling of dread upon her shoulder. Rushing to the Hargreeves’ manor, Y/N had a whirlwind of emotions flying through her brain. Someone would get hurt, someone may already be hurt, or worse someone could be dead.

Slamming the large doors of the building open, Y/N was met with quiet. No loud cries from the creaky floorboards, no sounds of fighting teens, just a thick feeling of death and sorrow lingered in the air.

“Hello!” Calling out to the empty house, Y/N was met with the soft padded footsteps of Allison, who had a solemn look upon her face. At that moment, Y/N knew something was wrong, and when she was led to the room holding her dead boyfriend's body her world came crashing down too quickly for her to handle. The girl was sent into shock, and her body gave out. Her heart slowed and the world became black. All the signs of a broken heart.

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Ever since Ben’s death, Y/N had suffered greatly. Her brain was full of horrifying thoughts and she soon resorted to alcohol to ease the pain. Most people would look at this as an excuse for attention, she and Ben had only been teenagers, barley together for a year. His death should have caused her pain, but not to this degree. While this should have been the case, everyone knew that what she and Ben had was deeper than a highschool romance. It was bigger than any one of them could fully understand. They were bound together. They were always meant to be together, whether it was in this life or another.

As time went on and the years flashed by, the only source of serotonin Y/N had, were the days that Klaus would come over. Not because his company brought her happiness, but because on those days Ben could be with her. He could sit next to her, lay with her as she cried, and he could listen to the horrid thoughts in her brain, allowing her to rant to the one person who could understand her. Today was one of those days. Klaus was raiding Y/N’s kitchen and watching television while she and Ben were stowed away in her bedroom. Even though Y/N couldn’t see, feel, or hear him, she knew he was there, she knew he was listening and in confidence, she spilled her heart out to him.

“I don’t want to do this without you anymore. I know deep in my core that maybe, I wasn’t supposed to live through the heartbreak all those years ago. Maybe it's time I said goodbye and came to join you forever. I know it's selfish of me, I know I shouldn’t… but maybe, just maybe I can be happy again if I was with you,” Y/N took a deep breath forcing back the sobs threatening to escape her lips as she continued talking to the air around her, “It won’t be hard either, there are so many solutions to my problem. So many ways out of this world. So many ways to say goodbye.”

Y/N knew these were all empty thoughts. She knew that it would go against everything Ben had believed in. He’d want her to move on, to try and make a name for herself as she had always planned on doing. He’d want her to be happy, but how could she be happy without him in her everyday life. She tried every day to fight through the pain, to survive in order to make Ben feel content. Y/N tried to get a good job, maintain social interactions, and even do good in the world. No matter how hard she tried though, she could help but feel so empty inside.

The love of her life was gone, they never got to live in their dream house out of the city. They never got to have the kids they always dreamed of having, and they never got to have the beautiful wedding ceremony they wanted to have. Ben hadn’t even proposed to her and yet they already had a wedding planned out, from the seating arrangement to the appetizers. Y/N had even picked out her dream dress. It was silly at the time, but now she yearned for Ben’s touch. She wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare, to be seventeen again hanging out in Ben’s childhood bedroom. Y/N was fortunate enough to even be allowed back in the Hargreeve’s manor long after Ben’s death. She would spend hours at his grave, in his bed, wearing his clothes. No matter how much she spent with his belongings it was never enough to fill the void in her soul.

She was alone, broken, and nothing could fix her

#the umbrella academy #tua #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #x reader #the umbrella academy x reader

[system-of-a-feather]

Honestly, the thing about DID that I've come to find as a part that did an absurd amount of work during the "survival era" - literally playing caretaker, soother, primary protector, makeshift-gatekeeper, relationship mediator, and academic protector when our polyfragmented system was more or less shut down to a system of 2 with wild intrusions - and having carried us to keep a good grade during all the crisises that happened in our undergrad as we started DID-centered therapy - is that the difficulty of life with DID is honestly just very very front loaded but in turn relatively "easy" if / when you manage to survive that front loaded opening.

This isn't to say "DID makes your life easier when you get past the sheer survival phase and get to a place of stability" but more so that the sheer amount of skill and difficulty you've had to survive and grow accustomed to in order to GET to stability makes almost everything look like a bit of a joke.

It is very hard to get through that period, it is extremely painful and honestly, the unfortunate thing is that it is fatal to some - but by the time you come out on the other end.... it's almost honestly boring before it becomes peaceful with just how pathetically simple "huge stressors" are in comparison.

I've carried 500 roles all on once while trying to keep intruding parts' messes limited back when we really had to go into our denial phase of DID in late high school. I kept our grades up during active multi-level abuse and codependent friendships and so many massive crisises. I got us academically through our bachelors degree and the first 5+ years of therapy AND Covid. I've gotten up the next morning after a flight and two or three breakdowns and took an organic chemistry final and did plenty of well.

Am I genuinely supposed to be worried about a simple GRE test with only a few days notice? Of course that should be stressful, of course that should bother me, most people it should - but honestly? Compared to the absurd feats I've done in the name of survival both for myself and the system, and the absurd feats I've done in the name of flourishing - its honestly a cake walk.

At this point, as a part, very little compares to the hardest periods of our life and honestly, it both kind of leaves me under fulfilled as a part that really likes projects and working on things. It's a large reason why I've taken a lot more fun and fulfillment in watching the "kids" grow and learn things on their own and serving as an advisor / mentor when they really find themselves stuck.

My confidence and security in handling these sorts of things used to actually depress me as we got into a better life, but honestly, it's a lot more fun sitting back and being the parent to the hosts and "new generation" of parts because its both more interesting and it's honestly just really fulfilling to be able to be that safe and secure base for ourselves that we never had. And I am not meaning in the sense of a protector and caregiver - that is too over bearing and obligatory. I more so just mean like a genuine parent to fledgling birds.

The diligence and long run game of watching them flail around a bit sillily as they figure out how to fly on their own. Keeping them safe but not so much that they never learn to fend for their own. I don't know, call me old, I'm retired in this brain for the most part, but its something I really enjoy honestly.

Any how, I apologize some for the amount of times I say "honestly" and the overall formal speech, I used to joke about it being my "speech impediment" because I can't help it - but Riku and co recently found out that is ACTUALLY a speech impediment common with autism called "stilted speech" so I guess.... it unironically is my speech impediment. (/half serious /lh)

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Hey There Delilah (Part 9)

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader

(Delilah Jones.)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Crying Kink, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Fingering, Smutty Smut, Thighriding, Degradation, Praising, Orgasm denial.

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It had been a few months since Delilah & Kinsley moved in, October hit the year &Cody had decided to have a fun halloween party at the house & he had put his entire time to decorate the house as if it were Halloween Horror nights in the neighborhood they were living in. Mira came over one night to drop something off for Delilah & had found Cody ontop of the roof setting up whatever statue he bought from spirit Halloween to keep himself busy.

But finally after weeks after putting his soul into this house Halloween finally arrived, Delilah & Mira wore matching pink & purple cowgirl costumes by Mira’s request, they were a lot more skimpy than Lilah thought they were going to be and felt nervous when she realized the shorts she was wearing showed off half of her ass, Cody kept it simple & wore a black cowboy hat & a button up with boots & jeans while Randy dressed up as Bane, Kinsley was some sort of monster high character, once night took over the house was glowing behind the fox with flashing lights & loud music while Kinsley went trick or treating throughout the neighborhood while Cody would end up at the door every now and then to tend to the trick or treaters that invaded his doorstep, Logan & Mira were bickering over something while Delilah watched from the sidelines and heard a quick ‘Stop being a fucking pain in my ass and let’s go’ and Randy noticed too.

Delilah hated Logan with her entire soul, but once she saw him grab at Mira’s arm she stepped away from the people she was standing with and shoved his hand off her arm “Logan if you don’t like the party You’re welcomed to leave, but Mira wants to stay, I’m sure Randy wouldn’t mind helping you find the front door?” Logan chuckled playing nice rubbing his neck nervously “Nah it-it’s alright Delilah don’t worry abo-“ she furrowed her brows “Are you interrupting me? I don’t like being interrupted and I don’t like how you come into my home & put your hands on my bestfriend and interrupt me in the house that I just so happen to live in.” Mira stood behind Delilah noticing she was actually upset with Logan “Get out before I have you forced to get out.” Delilah said in a sweet tone while Logan scoffed slamming his drink on the table before shaking his head and pointing his finger in Mirabella’s face trying to speak but Delilah wouldn’t let him get the last word “Go. Logan.” He huffed and rolled his neck before shoving past Cody & Randy & finally leaving.

“I don’t know why you date him Mira, he treats you awful.” Delilah frowned before her bestfriend smiled and ran her hand down Lilah’s arm “Don’t worry about it, I’m gonna get a few drinks & dance for a little bit okay?” She smiled nodding and adjusted her pink Cowgirl hat watching Mira walk off before feeling a light smack on her ass & then seeing cody “There you are! Thought you stayed out there handing out Candy still.” He chuckled shaking his head “Can’t get distracted when I should be focusing on you walking around in those risky shorts now can I princess?” Delilah smiled and grazed her nail over his tattoo “You look handsome in that Cowboy hat.” He smiled lightly before kissing the palm of her hand “Yeah? Well you’re so goddamn beautiful in that little costume of yours, making me hard just looking at you.” She playfully smacked his chest “Cody! Stop it!” He shrugged before grabbing her hand “c’mon I’m sure nobody’s gonna notice if we run off for a little bit.” She smiled nodding in agreement and Cody lead her upstairs into their bedroom before taking off her hat & shorts while he stumbled back to sit on the bed and dipping his hands against her clothed pussy to drag off her panties just to see her all wet & messy before sitting her on his thigh “Look at you all fucking wet, that all for me baby hm? Got wet looking at me didn’t you angel?” She whined nodding shyly while he pressed his lips against hers and gripping her hips humming against her mouth while she tried her best to keep herself as quiet as possible “None of that baby, you know nobody’s gonna hear us, especially with music blasting.” He reassured her before he rocked her hips back and forth while she started letting out choked up moans from the roughness of his jeans rubbing against her clit

Cody smirked against her neck when he scattered hickeys all over her neck and chest while leaving slight nail marks on her waist & hips whilst making her grind 10x faster than she expected “look at you making a fucking mess all over my jeans like a goddamn slut.” Delilah frowned a little at the sudden harsh word but soon blew it off, He hissed as his hand went up her chest and gripped at her throat a little bit just to hold onto it while pushing his tongue past her lips while she moaned into the sloppy kiss pushing off his cowboy hat & tugging at his hair while he bit her bottom lip for a split second groaning at the very intimate moment between them before tugging down her top & groping her breasts & teasing her nipples while his free hand grabbed at her jaw “Gonna cum angel?” She nodded vigorously the more she rocked her hips against his thigh, the feeling making her body tremble and spasm while he grinned “Yeah? That’s too bad then isn’t it sweetheart?” She was confused and furrowed her brows “wha-“ just as she was about to cum he pulled her off his thigh & pat her pussy & leaving hickeys right ontop of her breasts before tugging her panties back on following with her shorts & top “Maybe if your a good girl for the rest of the night I’ll let you cum hm?” He put on his had and laid hers back on her head while she whined tugging at his wrist just as he was about to leave the room causing her to start crying before he opened the door which had tears stream immediately down her face as her body became sensitive & achey without his touch “N-No! That’s not nice Cody! Y-Your being mea-“ she shrieked when he laid a harsh smack against her ass and point his finger in-front of her face suddenly snapping at her “Don’t start being a brat now sweetheart you know I don’t like it & I proved that to you before so cut that shit out before you get absolutely nothing tonight an I clear? your being a fucking brat” He became stern while her bottom lip quivered in neediness as she nodded her head in confirmation.

She crossed her arms glaring at him while he kissed away her pout before waltzing out of the room assuming she was following along but she was not, in-fact she was quite upset with this that she kicked the door shut & tore off her costume and sat on the bed wrapped up in blankets and began to cry into her favorite pillow that smelt just like him while her own thoughts betrayed her and began to overthink as the words he called her surrounded her mind as she debated his true love for her while Cody made himself busy interacting with close friends who attended the halloween bash. She didn’t appreciate how mean he was moments ago & decided to sulk & mope about it instead because he knew she didn’t know how to get herself off without him and that upset her, she nearly made herself fall asleep while Mira looked around curiously and eventually went to Cody to check “White boy. Where’s Delilah. I can’t find her.” He shrugged looking around and scrunching his face a bit in confusion after he could have sworn she came downstairs with him. Mira cleaned up a little bit as Kinsley finally got home with pounds worth of candy & said hi before taking herself up to bed from exhaustion of walking for hours and hours. Cody went up to check on her and found Kinsley knocked out which made him smile & tuck her in properly

Delilah was a very sensitive girl & would cry over almost anything & refused to talk about the feelings she felt & tonight she was quite conflicted in her mind as to why she was upset at him in the first place, until she started piecing it together herself, it wasn’t because she didn’t get to come despite her always behaving & acting the way she should in order to get her desired outcome, she didn’t like being suddenly walked out on & spanked for having her own feelings hurt and she definitely didn’t like how mean his voice sounded. Cody searched around the house & became slightly worried before checking the bedroom to see a small lump on the bed & her costume thrown into a corner which made him frown “Sweetheart what are you doing up here?” Cody questioned as he made his way closer to the bed but she moved further away before he even laid his knee against the mattress “Oh baby..c’mon” he sighed kicking off his boots and made his way onto the bed completely while she sniffled “What’s the matter huh? Talk to be sweet thing I can’t make anything better if I don’t know what’s got you all flustered now.” She sniffled & clung onto her favorite pillow “You w-were mean to me! ‘m not a brat & a-another mean word ‘n you still s-spanked me! That’s mean a-and not love!!” Cody was a little confused until he thought about recent events & frowned in guilt “Oh baby you know I didn’t mean it..” his attempts on reassuring her didn’t help her budge one minute, in fact she tossed over to where her back was now facing him once again but he wouldn’t budge either, “Princess I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, your right angel you’re not even close to being a brat & you 100% didn’t deserve to be spanked & walked off on.” He rolled her back over and felt his heart crush into pieces once he saw his sweet girl have tears run down her face because of him “You deserve everything you desire in the whole world angel I’m so sorry, You’re absolutely right, I was being mean wasn’t I?” She hiccuped nodding her head as he threw off his hat and he undid his belt & shirt to get comfortable & get under the covers with her “What can I do to make it up to you princess, hm?” She shrugged & nuzzled her head against his shoulder while he ran his hand through her hair “How about Mira & I shut down the party & I come back up with strawberries & a book and we can just relax alright? Kinsleys in her room safe and sound.”

Delilah nodded her head in agreement while he wiped off her tears & buttoned his shirt back up & walked downstairs alerting everyone it was time to leave, once the house was rid of other people Randy, Cody & Mira cleaned up & the two soon left telling Cody to alert Delilah they said goodnight. He went back upstairs and completely took off his cloths as he set a bowl of Strawberries & her book down on the bedside time & got under the covers once again and held her within his arms “You’re a good girl sweetheart I should’ve never ever said that to you, even when I knew your feelings are as delicate as a flower petal, princess.” She sniffled & held out her pinkie “Promise?” He chuckled wrapping his pinkie around hers and kissing the top of her head “I promise babygirl.” Despite how sweet the moment was with the pinkie promise his body was filled over with Guilt once he knew his words & actions had hurt her feelings & made her feel ashamed for being something she wasn’t even behaving like, he himself didn’t have an explanation as to why he said those words to her. Halloween became a bust as he had made her cry & hide away from the party, Delilah still felt a little hurt but Cody still owed up to his mistake & even moved the blankets to check on her butt noticing it left a hot red handprint & taking note her ass was raw from how harsh the spank was that when she flinched a bit he winced & applied a certain cream to it just to make sure there was no stinging & held her hand as he worried himself to a hilt over how he could possibly be so mean to her that if made her this upset. It killed him knowing his princess was hurt & upset with him but soon all of those feelings washed away as she asked him to hug her in that sweet shy voice of hers.

He has complied & wrapped her into his touch and ran his fingers down her cheek in a slow up and down motion as he laid soft loving kisses around her face & ran his free hand up and down her back soothing her into comfort and reassurance “I love you so much over anything in the whole wide world & I should have never called you those names sweetheart, never ever again will that happen.” She nodded as they both laid there for a few moments until she started eating her fruits while Cody read the book of her choice to her and kissed her engagement ring every nlw and then while he constantly thought about how he loved her. & truly owed her the world while hoping he wouldn’t loose her ever in any kind of way as he felt his heart shatter the moment he realized she didn’t feel as though he loved her.

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The Farmer Alphabet 18+

Once again this is based on @/dear-yandere original template. Also, I hope I don't need to say this but I will just in case, I do not condone these sorts of actions!!! Or any actions in any of my work. This is pure fiction.

Drabble this is based on here.

TW: murder, brief mention of sex work, violence (not towards the reader), gore, male masturbation, conditioning. Implied Non-con/ dub-con, religious stuff, pet name pumpkin, reader called pretty, a subtle illusion to child abuse, dehumanising acts, pet play? there's a collar, bondage, the usual stuff. Please use discretion!!! Gn!reader

Minors turn away now, please!

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Despite being my least popular Oc, I've got a soft spot for this terrible man. I don't know why, I can't exactly put the finger on it and he literally was a creation from my own mind. If you've read his first fic you know that there wasn't any careful planning like I did for my other Ocs. Usually, I do some sort of inspiration/research dive into Pinterest and other platforms, putting together a comprehensive (at least in my mind) foundation of a character and their storyline. But this man was born from me feeding the chickens. I literally only made his Pinterest board yesterday, which is something I do religiously for all my Ocs before I write. So this took me a while to get around to, and I've been thinking of possible backgrounds and future storylines. Hopefully, you enjoy this one, and reblogs and comments are appreciated and encouraged!

Ok, let's get into it!!!

So let's talk about his early days and the events that led to this fiasco of him keeping a person locked in his barn. He had a very repressed and lonely childhood. He was the only child of two very religious parents. Every misdeed and every wicked thought was a sin that needed to be cleansed, and his father was more than happy to ensure his son understood the punishment for sinning. He was a very quiet boy, he had to be with parents like his. He was forced to leave school early to help with the farm, and also cause what use was a high school education gonna do with yard work and harvesting. Despite being a good son and a hard worker, his parents were still unkind and it only got worse after his mother passed away. His father, once calling alcohol the devil's drink, drank himself into either sleep or rage most nights. Having enough of his father's temper, the boy, now on the edge of being an adult, snapped. Butchering his father in his sleep and feeding the remains to the pigs. No one in town seemed to care his father went missing and just nodded their heads when the boy told them he left for the coast, mourning his mother and having enough of the farm.

The years passed slowly, with him now taking over the farm and spending most of his days working away. He rarely went to town and rarer still spoke to anyone. Over the years people pitied him, losing a mother and then a father, or those who knew more, who saw the signs when he was a child, were happy he was now content alone. And he was content. He was a man of simple needs. He grew and butchered his own food and stitched any ripped seams and fixed his own vehicles. and if the need to fuck ever arose, it was nothing a drive to the local back room brothel couldn't fix. he was content alone and happy to be far away from people. He enjoyed his time among the animals who he cared for but didn't care too much to stop him from slaughtering them when the time came. In his mind humans and animals were one and the same, except animals made for better company.

But of course, till you happen to knock on his door.

he isn't cruel, he isn't violent, and he isn't unkind (mostly). He is, however, expecting total obedience and loyalty. His years in solitude and among animals left him lacking in social skills. In his mind, the reason he is more deserving of autonomy than animals isn't that he's human but because he is smarter and more deserving of his place. So in his mind, any human can be seen as equal to animals and any animal can be more deserving of respect than a human. This was reinforced by his parents who he saw as less than the pigs and their muck. He really doesn't separate humans and animals, to him we're all animals, some just better than others, depending on their personality and attitude. now to the moral of the story, he doesn't view you on the same level as his animals or less than them, but he knows you wouldn't want to stay with him, he knows you would kick and scream if he showed his true desire for you, he knows you don't want to be his pretty little homemaker. But if working with animals taught him anything, it's how to mould the mind into what you want it to do. He understands the basic principles of conditioning, of reinforcement and punishment. So if making you less than human for a few short months is enough for him to have his pumpkin not resisting him, not disobeying him, then he's more than happy to do it. so what he might want to leave the collar on even when you've accepted your fate.

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A = Affection (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)

Despite his actions in his first fic, he is one of the sweeter and kinder OCS. He isn't as charming as Eli and Alwyn (my most kind/sweet) but he is nowhere near as cold as the mad king or violent as Killer. He might not show dramatic displays of affection like Eli and Alwyn but he still shows his affection in relatively romantic ways and it takes a lot for you to remind yourself of the fact you are literally being treated like an animal for all intents and purposes.

He is a master of conditioninganimals, especially his working dogs, and he uses a lot of the same principles for you. Especially positive reinforcement and negative punishment. When you do something he likes he will be very affectionate, cuddling up to you and cooing in your ear and you hate how much it works. Humans are social creatures and it wasn't long before your semi-isolation caused you to ache for human connection, but of course the only human around him, and he knows this. He can tell you love it when he says praises you and gives little gifts when he visits. He also loves it when he deliberately doesn't visit for a day or two just to see how happy and relieved you are that he is back. He knows your logical side is screaming at you for starting to get attached, but the primal side, the animal side is just so happy to not be alone.

He will also use negative punishment as a sign of affection. Negative punishment is taking away something bad. So if you are incredibly good he might just let his sweet pumpkin off the chain for an hour or two or let you have a quick walk in the sun, under the watchful gaze of your farmer.

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to you?)

he doesn't like killing or hurting like killer or Eli does. But it's a necessary part of life. He has to kill for his food, and he killed his father, so he isn't a stranger to it. However, he won't rush to do it like Eli, killer, Alwyn or the mad king do. He usually tries to use his stature and gruff appearance to his advantage and it usually works. but if someone threatened you, for example, a junior deputy who doesn't believe the sheriff or the farmer when they say you must have drowned while swimming and he instead has the sneaking suspicion the farmer is hiding something in that barn of his. Of course, the farmer has taken the precaution to put you in his underground grain storage, but when you hear the deputy making a rackett up in the barn and you know the farmer won't be back until dark from town, you of course are making as much noise as you can. The dep finds the hidden bunker and after breaking the lock finds you, but a quick knock to the head by the farmer has the deputy knocked out cold. You beg for the deputy's life but your shut in the bunker once more with a new lock and told to keep your mouth shut and to think about your actions, a young man is about to lose his life cause of you. You know it's not really your fault but the guilt creeps in and by the time he comes back you are ashamed and heartbroken that a man is dead cause of you. You ignore the blood stains on his shirt and the suspicious chunks of meat that the pigs are digging into and go back to your stall without complaint.

C = Cruelty (How would they treat you once abducted? Would they mock you?)

he is much kinder than killer or the mad king. but he has limits. if obey him and don't act out he is quite gentle and sweet. but if you act out, he is of course going to punish you. But he doesn't like doing it and still feels guilt over the way he treated you the first time, he was just so worked up and excited that he acted really without thinking and does regret it a bit.

D = Darling (Aside from abduction, would they do anything against your will?)

if you read the first fic you know for a fact he will.

E = Exposed (How much of their heart do they bare to you? How vulnerable are they when it comes to you?)

I see him as very similar in this aspect to Eli. Both Eli and he grew up believing and being told that men can't show "weak" emotions. so no I think he very much buries it deep. If anything you as his captive is therapy to him cause he has control over something whereas as a child he never did, but very much in the sense of "cool motive still murder", just talk to someone about your childhood issues and then maybe the love of your life wouldn't cry when they saw you. ever heard of asking for someone's phone number?

F = Fight (How would they feel if you fought back?)

he finds it a nuisance and a sign his conditioning needs work. the more you fight the tougher he'll be and by the end the more conditioned you will be. if you go along with it just a bit he won't try as hard and maybe, just maybe you'll be able to hold onto a piece of sanity. otherwise, you will be brainwashed into being this man's 'loving' and 'loyal' partner.

G = Game (Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching you try to escape?)

no this is not a game and he Hates it when you try to escape. what exactly are you escaping to? you were never mentioned on the news as being missing and the sheriff came a good 3 weeks after he took you. he hasn't seen any missing person signs in town and your family and friends don't seem to really be worried, to them it's just a tragic accident, you wanted to swim and were dragged down stream into the rapids. no one believes the deputy who finds it strange they never found your body and no one seems to worry when he himself goes missing. it's better for this town to ignore things (like how they ignored his parent's actions), so to him why would you want to escape? he wants to treat you so well and show you so much love whereas the rest of the world is cruel. he will find it all a bit ungrateful and think its cause he's been spoiling you with blankets and in-house baths. back to the horse trough it seems.

H = Hell (What would be your worst experience with them?)

first time for sure and the time he killed the deputy for you. the whole experience sucks, especially when he bathes you in the horse trough even when it's freezing. but those two times stick with you, both reminders of what happens when you disobey him, even only by a bit.

I = Ideals (What kind of future do they have in mind for/with you?)

he wants you as his perfect homemaker, and he'll train you for it to. have you doing lessons inside on how to cook and how to sew and what to wear and how to greet him when he comes home and most importantly how to show him the love he never got.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

doesn't really count cause you don't see anyone else (besides the dep) for a very, very, long time after and by then you are truly conditioned into his loving partner and can't even really remember how you meet your doting husband, all you remember is that your car broke down and that you never left. if you try and remember those early (and awful) days, it's like trying to remember something on the tip of your tongue or the name of your neighbour when you were a child. except it almost hurts you to remember and the scar around your ankle burns.

by this stage, he has nothing to worry about except maybe a very tiny bit of regression but thats only when you are forced to remember things and it's why you aren't allowed in the barn. you don't like talking to other people and often chose to stay home when he goes to town, so yeah you don't really talk to anyone other than him

( and, cause I'm such a slut for breeding, your 4 kids.)

K = Kisses (How do they act around you?)

very sweet and affectionate, unless you do something wrong and then he is very disappointed and grumpy.

L = Love letters (How would they go about courting or approaching you?)

he jerked off to your body after being grumpy and gruff all night and then drugged your soup and chained you in his barn. there was no courting.

M = Mask (Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?)

he doesn't communicate or interact with alot of people so really people just have never known too much about him

N = Naughty (How would they punish you?)

a lot of negative reinforcement, taking away food, taking away pillows, taking away blankets and taking away him. he doesn't want to hit you or beat you, he doesn't want to be like his parents.

O = Oppression (How many rights would they take away from you?)

all at first, limited to being basically livestock, but as you become more conditioned, a few are given back each time you do something right, but they get taken away incredibly quick if you do something wrong.

P = Patience (How patient are they with you?)

if you read the first fic you know he has nooooo patience.

Q = Quit (If you die, leave, or successfully escape, would they ever be able to move on?)

nah, he just gives up on human interaction, you were his one chance. if you escape and tell the cops I don't think they would believe you. the sheriff has been friends with him since school (despite the farmer's lack of words) so he probably drops you off and the farmer is like "ahh yeah my partner has these moods sometimes" and the sheriff doesn't even recognise you as the person who went missing, cause I don't think you would be able to escape until months, years later. read vice.

R = Regret (Would they ever feel guilty about abducting you? Would they ever let you go?)

he feels guilty treating you like he does, but when you become the sweet angel he knows you are, it makes it worth it.

S = Stigma (What brought about this side of them [childhood, curiosity, etc]?)

childhood def, and also the fact he was told sex and all that was a sin. so, of course, that was repressed and then when he got rid of his dad he went into over drive, like when you haven't eaten something in so long you binge. kinda like that but with you.

T = Tears (How do they feel about seeing you scream, cry, and/or isolate yourself?)

it makes him wanna just leave you for like 3 days without food to see if you think crying and screaming is still a good idea. isolating is a different story, he won't talk, touch or look at you for weeks until you snap and beg for human connection.

U = Unique (Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

ahhhhhh i don't know you tell me

V = Vice (What weakness can you exploit in order to escape?)

maybe he forgot to lock the chain around your ankle, maybe he forgot to lock the barn, maybe he left you alone during an in-house bath, maybe he left the front door unlocked, maybe he left the keys in the ignition of his truck when the sight of a cop car driving down the road reminded you of a terrible time when a very nice deputy was trying to save you. maybe, but unlikely

W = Wit’s end (Would they ever physically hurt you?)

ahhh yes, kinda, read the first fic to see how. he doesn't really go beyond that, he doesn't want to be like his parents.

X = Xoanon (How much would they revere or worship you? To what length would they go to win you over?)

after the whole barn situation he is such a perfect husband, he dotes on you incredibly and bystanders often marvel at how much in love he is. your the first person he has a proper full-on conversation with, he just loves you so much, he would get on his knees to worship you. but before you've learned your place you need to earn it, so he only worships you to reinforce good behaviour.

Y = Yearn (How long do they pine after you before they snap?)

he wanted to fuck you as soon as he opened the door and it took him jerking off to you in the bath to decide to kidnap you. very quick pinning.

Z = Zenith (Would they ever break you?)

oh boy yes!!!!! not physically but def emotionally and mentally, thats the entire point of all of this, is to reduce you to nothing so he can build you into being his perfect pretty homemaker.

#yandere fantasy #yandere drabble #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere male #tw yandere #male yandere #yandere prompts #oc farmer #oc #gn!reader

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: This Is Halloween

So obviously I'm not the only one who loves talking about Voiceplay and analysing their content, but I wanted to do something a bit different from the kinds of analyses/reactions that other people do, both on here and on Youtube (and music theory isn't really my forte anyway). So I'm planning on making some posts just focusing on the videos (and Geoff's as well, eventually), rather than the music arrangement or vocals or anything like that. My credentials are being a Drama Kid during my high school years, and experience with this sort of analysis from my time in other fandoms. I'm not planning on doing every single video, and though I'm gonna go chronologically from mid-2017 onwards (why not earlier? Because Reasons). However, since I yesterday finished a fanfic based on Voiceplay's cover of This Is Halloween, (which I studied a fair bit to get details right), I might as well start there!

Oogie Boogie pumpkin just outside the front door! (And a Jack Skellington one on the other side I believe?) These pumpkin also shows up in the spooky Halloween realm the group are transported to after eating the candy.

Credit to one of the comments which said that Earl is wearing a cow onesie and Eli is wearing a rooster onesie, which more likely than not is a callback to their (extremely hilarious) Chicken Song performance. (J is wearing a CatDog onesie, I think Geoff is wearing a giraffe onesie? And I'm not sure what Layne's onesie is meant to be)

Again credit to a commenter (different one), pointing out that Eli deadpan elbows Layne in the back, pushing him down after he eats the candy (likely a not-so-subtle acting cue or something like that, but still very funny once you notice it)

The return of the Jack and Oogie Boogie pumpkins, along with some other creatively-designed Jack-O-Lanterns! Peep the one on the far right, a little more towards the back; its 'eyes' say VP, and its mouth is the Voiceplay logo!

Also a little bit of foreshadowing, whether intentional or not: when Layne wakes up, one of the first things in his line of sight is the axe resting on the hay bales...

First of all, how many pumpkins were carved just for this video? Because a lot of effort went into making all those different designs for sure (and no, I'm not part of Voiceplay's Patreon, as the tier that lets you see behind-the-scenes stuff is like $8.50 AUD per month, rip). And second of all, this is a decent shot of how the group starts out upon waking up. J None is wearing a yellow plaid flannel quite similar to The Wolfman in Nightmare Before Christmas, and Earl is wearing denim overalls, like the behemoth character. Eli's outfit is of course representative of the Mayor of Halloweentown, but no spider bowtie or "Mayor" rosette (would've loved to see it, but eh no biggie). Layne I will get to in a moment, and Geoff a little bit after that.

I can't be bothered getting a better picture of it but Eli's half-concerned half-weirded-out face after J's helium-like vocal line is very amusing to me

On the "eyes glowing red" line, Earl's eyes (which are white at this point) flash red for a very brief moment, basically blink-and-you-miss-it.

The colour-change on Eli's left eye is so subtle that at first I didn't notice it at all, and then I only noticed it later on in the video, and only now, doing this analysis and taking a dozen screencaps, do I realize that it happens way earlier than I first thought (which explains why he takes his glasses off at this point I guess) (so uh, that's a minor inconsistency in my fanfic but it's fine)

Shoutout to the makeup/SFX people who helped with this video honestly, they did a super good job, genuinely!

(In which the frame-by-frame scrubbing technique comes in real handy)

An interesting choice to have Layne go through a sort of "half-transformation" stage, where he has a horn and red eye on one side of the face, while the other side of the face is normal. I like it though!

People have said that Layne is meant to be the devil (who is in fact another Halloweentown resident, but honestly I think he's meant to be Lock, or at least a combination of the two, because this what the two characters look like:

See how Layne resembles Lock more? In the outfit choice if nothing else (Also he's kinda sorta got the right face shape for Lock imo). Also, Lock wears a red trick-or-treating mask with horns on top!

Earl is really distressed about his hair falling out (not that I can blame him, really)

This shot/moment is probably one of the ones that stands out to me the most (other than Certain Other Ones for Other Reasons that I will get to in a moment), because J comes across as pretty mournful here, like he knows what's happening but he's feeling really sad/regretful about it? (Also I only just noticed Eli's face in the background and I'm not sure what to make of it 😅)

"pog" is not a word in my vocabulary 95% of the time, but this is basically just Pog faces right? (Geoff and Layne probably have the most fun of the group in this video ngl)

(Also I haven't yet touched on Geoff's transformations but I love the contouring work on his face!)

My god this video is comedy gold when it comes to pausing/taking screenshots

I daresay Eli ends up one of the least recognizable of the group by the end of it (other than J), and I wanna know how long that took to do

Geoff is the only one in the video who gets an outfit upgrade (Good For Him)

They didn't bother being movie-accurate with Geoff's vampire appearance, and honestly I'm definitely not complaining. (they made him hotter)

Layne did the music arrangement, but Geoff was in charge of the video production. How much say did he have over his own costume/appearance I wonder?

Visually speaking at least, nobody is even paying attention to him, they're just like "yeah that's just Geoff, normal behaviour, nothing new" 😆

I can't get a decent picture of it but shoutout to Layne doing a silly little run around the pumpkin stack, love that for him

Another small moment that a screencap wouldn't do justice: even as a vampire, Geoff still does his little self-conducting hand motions, which you might notice as he walks around the pumpkin stack, in the shot right after his "filling your dreams to the brim with fright" line

Also love Geoff's little almost-Elvis-like moves in the background for a brief scene. I know multiple commenters have mentioned it, but I'm yet to see a reactor notice it

Suddenly Layne is Concerned(tm) about Geoff's vampireness it seems?

Also for someone who very much adores this guy, it took me an embarassingly long time to realise that Geoff's face at this point had become paler and his hairline had changed (and actually now that I type it up here, I think that might even be a wig? Oh dear)

I don't really have anything to say about J's full transformation, but it would be unfair of me to not include him as well, and it's definitely a *very* impressive costume. Almost like one of those rubbery fully-covering-the-head costume mask things, but like it's his actual face?

Is that tattoo real or fake, because I literally have never noticed it in any other Voiceplay video, but it's very realistic! (For that matter, what aobut Earl's upper-arm tattoo that kind of looks like a ring of barbed wire?)

I basically watch the This Is Halloween opening scene from The Nightmare Before Christmas every October, and same with the What's This scene in December, but I had never actually watched the movie in full until December last year. So basically when they had the axe-in-the-head moment in the movie I was like ohhhhhhh so that wasn't just a random moment that Voiceplay dreamed up for the video! (I had a similar moment with the Mr Hyde character and his Mini Mr Hydes in his hat in the movie, but in relation to Voiceplay's Kidnap The Sandy Claws video)

When Elizabeth Zharoff/The Charismatic Voice reacted to this video, she said that the kid at the end (Layne's nephew, apparently), was "adorable". Meanwhile Mortius' reaction to the end scene was "oh I didn't like that! It makes me feel like I'm next!" 😂

Also suddenly just realized that the "real world" scenes are in a different aspect ratio to the "spooky dream realm" scenes? Possibly intentional, but also possibly just due to them using two different types of cameras for the shots.

And that's a wrap! I was hoping to get this done and posted last night but it took longer than expected. Hope you enjoyed it, as I'm thinking of writing up at least one or two more now, and scheduling them for daily releases. See ya!

#Voiceplay #Acapella #geoff castellucci #layne stein #eli jacobson #j none #earl elkins #earl elkins jr #this is halloween #nightmare before christmas #the nightmare before christmas #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

[carolinaboy34]

Cramp

I ran my hands over his slick, muscular back and down to the waistband of his pants. I put my hands inside and down into his underwear, kneading his impossibly hard ass and pulling him into me more urgently. He was humping into me now with great strength, mashing into my body and pushing into my groin. His weight was squeezing my dick between us, occasionally putting intense, wonderful pressure on my balls, causing me to moan and squeal into his mouth.

I love running. I try to run every day, if my schedule allows it. Being out in nature in fresh air, powered just by the muscles in my body, is very peaceful and healing. And that runner’s high! That jolt of endorphins that courses through my body a few minutes into a long run helps propel me through the entire time and even helps keep me calm and grounded the rest of the day. And it also keeps my body tight and my butt sculpted…

This day was a day to forget. I had a rough time in the Bio lab - we were breeding fruit flies for genetics and sorting and counting them to determine the inheritance of their traits. A big group of the flies died, so we had to start over. And I tilted my tray at lunch and spilled soup all over my pants. I was really looking forward to getting out and going for a long run to sort the day out and get back to my mental base, so I could start over tomorrow.

I decided to go out into the rural area around our campus and just be away from everything, which is just what I needed today. It was a couple of miles through the suburbs before I got into the country, but the rolling hills and farms that dotted the landscape were so calm and quiet. It let me figuratively (and literally) yell out my stresses.

I was about an hour into my run and was a few miles away from campus, so I was figuring that I should start to make the turn and work my way back when I got a huge cramp in my leg. It happens every once in a while, and I can usually just run it out. Stress can make it worse, and today was the perfect day to add to it. I tried to run it off, then walk it off, but I could barely move. Fuuuuck. Here I was out in the middle of nowhere and could barely walk. Fucking perfect. I sat down on a boulder along the road and tried to massage the cramp out, but it wasn’t working that well. I knew that I shouldn’t sit too long, since it could make it worse, but it hurt so damned bad.

I was on that rock for about 15 minutes when a truck approached and slowed as they got close. Maybe they could help me get back to campus?

I stood and slowly went over to the truck and looked in the passenger window to find two soldiers in the army, both in their ACUs and berets. I saw the passenger had a medical emblem on his beret patch, so maybe he knew something that could help!

“Hey! Y’all are the first to drive by in forever!”

“Hey little dude. Are you ok?”

“I am out running and have a huge cramp in my leg that won’t work itself out.”

“Oh man, that sucks. Do you want a ride back to town? Where do you live?”

“I’m at school there and live in the dorms. That would be awesome! Thank you so much.”

They were both sexy as hell, but I was truly more in pain than I was horny at the moment. The passenger had pretty green eyes and a nice smile, and he looked tall, sitting in the seat of the truck. The driver was more of a bulldog with a shit-eating grin on his face and dark eyes. The passenger got out, and he was tall - taller than me by a few inches. He opened the back door of the truck and helped me get in, then he went around and got in the other side.

I settled into the bench seat in the back with my left leg extended and resting on the seat. The passenger introduced himself as Cole, and his friend was Hunter. They were stationed at the nearby army base. Cole was a medic, and Hunter was in the infantry. Hunter took off and was headed back to town, and Cole asked me if he could do anything to help me out.

“Thanks, but the ride is perfect. I would've been stuck out there forever if you guys hadn’t come by!”

“It's a good thing we went out there today. We were looking at a place to go fishing this weekend a friend told us about.”

“Oh cool! That sounds fun. Ouch!”

“What’s wrong?”

“My leg cramped up again. Fuck, that hurts!”

“Here, let me look at it.” He took off his uniform top and was in his t-shirt then reached over and ran a hand slowly up my left leg until he reached mid-thigh when I winced and pulled away some. He held there and slowly moved his warm hand over my thigh, trying to find the knot to work out. He found something and paused over it, the pain causing my leg to twitch and shiver, while he began to push and knead at the spot. It slowly started to feel better, and my leg relaxed under his persistent pressure.

He could tell I was relaxing and looked up at my face, a smile and relaxed look replacing the pain and worry that was there. While holding eye contact with me, he ran his hand slowly up the inside of my thigh until his fingers touched the bottom of my running shorts. He paused, still looking at my eyes that were darting back and forth between his hand and his eyes, before working his fingers under the band and continuing to advance up my thigh until they made contact with my ball sac. I relaxed further and slid down in the seat, pushing my groin down into his hand. He pulled his hand out of my shorts and grabbed my dick from the outside, squeezing and slowly jacking the length over my silky short material.

I moaned quietly and looked up at the front, seeing Hunter staring at us through the rearview mirror. Cole reached up and hooked the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down slowly as I raised my ass up off the seat. I always run commando, since my shorts have a lining in them, so I was soon naked on the back seat with Cole rubbing my leg again. He took off his shirt, revealing pale, hairless skin with sun-tanned arms and well-defined muscles on his chest and shoulders. It was clear he got built by work and not sculpting in the gym, and it made him hot as fuck. I leaned forward and ran my hands over his shoulders and chest, his firm muscles not yielding to my touch at all. He leaned toward me and brought his face closer to mine, rubbing his nose against mine before kissing me on the lips. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to me and getting into the kiss. He spread my lips with his tongue and ran it over my teeth, fighting with my tongue for space inside my mouth. While we were kissing, I glanced up to see Hunter watching us again through the mirror. He kept driving, but I noticed we weren’t headed to campus any longer.

Cole pushed me over, and I leaned back against the seat and the door, my body stretched out. He came over on top of me, still in his uniform pants and boots. Our chests joined, spreading the sweat between us while we continued to kiss. I was as hard as a rock, and I could feel Cole’s dick through his thick pants, pushing into mine while we made out in the back. I ran my hands over his slick, muscular back and down to the waistband of his pants. I put my hands inside and down into his underwear, kneading his impossibly hard ass and pulling him into me more urgently. He was humping into me now with great strength, mashing into my body and pushing into my groin. His weight was squeezing my dick between us, occasionally putting intense, wonderful pressure on my balls, causing me to moan and squeal into his mouth.

I brought my hands out of his pants and wrapped them around his back, pulling him against me tightly. At the same time, I wrapped my legs around him, my spasming muscle warm and calm. I used my heels as spurs and pushed him into me firmly, causing him to hump into me stronger. He pulled away, and for a brief moment I was hanging off of him before I let go and fell back to the seat. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants, dropping them to mid thigh and bringing his dick into my view. It was about 7.5 inches long and really thick, veins running all over the length. His balls were large and hanging down loosely in a hair-covered sac.

I reached up and grabbed it, using both hands to wrap around the girth and cover the length, with the deep-purple head remaining uncovered and leaking pre-cum down onto my fingers. I jacked the length a few times, milking more pre-cum from inside and coating the head. He grabbed my hands off of his dick and held both of my wrists above my head then aimed his dick at my twitching hole with his other hand. He pushed forward and his slick head came in contact with my entrance, and after several pushes and moments to pause, he breached my sphincter and entered my body. He held still with his head just inside and looked me in the eyes intently, his nose flaring with each breath.

I wrapped my legs around him again and tried to pull him into me, but he held still, staring into my eyes with just the tip of his dick inside me. My ass was twitching around him, trying to pull him further inside, but he continued to hold still. He held my arms over my head, and I squirmed my body, twisting around and trying to get more of him inside me. I managed to get a little bit more, so I kept squirming, trying hard to get him inside. He continued to hold still and stare into my eyes, a smirk forming on his lips as I tried and tried in vain to have some control. He leaned forward and kissed me firmly then slowly pushed inside me until he was fully inserted, lodging his dick all the way inside my hole. I squealed into his mouth and moaned as he stretched me open, my ass twitching and spasming around his girth.

After holding inside me and allowing me to get used to him, he pulled out slowly then dropped his weight back down, driving himself into me fully, his balls slapping against my ass with the force of his thrust. He then pulled out and dropped back several times, stretching me open and nearly knocking the wind out of me with each drop. I tightened my legs around him, pulling my body tight against him, with my arms still trapped above my head. We continued to make out as he thrusted into me more urgently, my body rocking back and forth as I sort of swayed off of him. I was using my legs to pull myself against him then letting go, and we worked in concert to drive his dick into me until his balls pressed against my ring before nearly coming all the way out.

I was clamping my ass around his dick with each thrust into me, and it started to get to him. His kissing became more irregular, and he was grunting and moaning into my mouth. He broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck, grunting with each thrust into me until he pushed one last time and held tight, every muscle in my body tense and contracted to hold myself still against him. He roared and let loose 9-10 shots straight into my ass, his girth getting bigger with each spasm. After his last shot, he collapsed down onto the seat, crushing me underneath him. He stayed there for a few moments, getting his breath back to normal and his dick softening inside me. I relaxed and dropped my legs from around him as he let my wrists go to allow me hug him tightly, which we didn’t let go until Hunter announced we were on campus.

“Drew, which dorm are you in?”

“Crowe Hall, over on Ball Drive.”

Cole pulled out of me, and I contracted as tightly as I could so as to not lose any of his creamy load. He handed me my shorts, which I pulled on just as Hunter pulled up to the front of my dorm. Cole laid against the seat and didn’t make any movements to get dressed or get out, so I leaned over and gave him a big kiss, grabbing his dick and balls in my hand and squeezing very lightly, which elicited a giggle from him. I then opened the door and climbed out, shutting the door behind me. Hunter lowered the passenger window and told me that I owed him for the ride.

“Here’s my number. You can collect anytime. Thanks… for everything.” I winked at him then turned to walk up to the dorm and my room. I was walking a little funny, and Cole’s load was slowly leaking out of my hole, but my leg was fine. A good stretch is always the best way to treat a cramp!

[prosperdemeter2]

Teaser Tuesday- collision

Shannon was going to blame him, somehow. This is why I don’t trust him! This is why he shouldn’t be around Christopher! He could have gotten him killed. 

He was probably the only reason why Christopher was still alive. 

Eddie sucked in a deep, shaking breath, held it in his lungs long enough that it burned, and then he breathed out. 

It held. 

The tears that had stung his eyes were easily blinked away in favor of staring up at the ceiling once more. 

No one could predict a natural disaster.

They must have been so scared. 

Eddie had been that sort of scared before. He had never wanted that for Christopher. He had made all of the choices he had so that his son would never be that sort of scared and yet, yet, he had failed hadn’t he? How had he expected to go up against nature and win? If nature wanted something, then nature was going to make it happen. 

Clearly, nature hadn’t wanted them. Nature had just wanted to… to fuck them up a little bit. 

Everything happens for a reason, Adriana would say. 

Eddie would call bullshit every single time. He was pretty sure there was a reason for everything that ever happened, yes, but he wasn’t like Adriana or their Abuela - bless her - or any other number of people in the world. He didn’t believe in some higher power pulling the strings because what did it mean for them all if there was? If there really was some… higher being that had created them, what did it mean that that being would set the story up in such a way to cause their creation pain and suffering? Christopher’s base trauma, Eddie leaving, was because of Eddie’s decision to enlist in the army when he was fresh out of high school. His next, Shannon leaving, was because of Shannon’s decision to go… explore a new life with a new family and leave them being. He had suffered because Doug had decided to try and ruin the world they had all built for each other in an effort to keep control of Maddie. He had been stuck in a tsunami because… because they had gone to the pier and Shannon had canceled and… the right pattern of weather happened at the wrong time and it could have happened to anyone, so Eddie didn’t know why it had to just keep happening to them. 

“You can’t tell me to go to sleep,” Buck sleepily rumbled from the pillow beside them. Eddie tensed despite himself - had he woken him up, somehow? Or had the nightmares begun so much sooner than he had expected (had they ever really stopped? It was like the cards had been stacked against Buck specifically lately - Doug, Maddie, the truck bombing, the blood clots, a sibling he hadn’t even known about, the tsunami. Had he been given enough time to even work through one of those things or did they all haunt his dreams like a swirl of nightmare fuel?)? “And then just stay awake.” 

Eddie very well could. He snorted, “Like you would have been able to stay awake if you even tried.” 

And Buck had tried. He had fought it off until he, frankly, had been unable to keep his eyes open anymore. Eddie wasn’t even sure of how awake he was now, mumbling to Eddie with his eyes still shut, three scrapes trailing the length of his cheek and hooking over the corner of his chin. He had a myriad of bruises too, Eddie was sure of it. Big, dark, colorful things that would probably have been bad but were made to look worse because of the thinners. “Is that a challenge?” Buck still didn’t open his eyes, but he did raise both of his brows and his smile, although it was wobbly, was still one of the best things Eddie had ever laid eyes on in his entire life. 

“No,” Eddie pitched his voice softer. “It’s not a challenge.” 

“Because I’d win.” 

Because Buck wouldn’t sleep if he didn’t have to. Because if Eddie thought he was bad at avoiding his nightmares, then Buck was a professional. I used to have night terrors when I was a kid - and sometimes Eddie wondered how he had gotten them to stop. Night terrors didn’t occur just because, not usually. How often had Buck been crying out to be heard and been ignored? How exactly had his dead sibling's death affected him when he was a baby that his family hadn’t bothered to treat? Had Buck ever really stopped have night terrors, or had he just stopped sleeping? “No,” Eddie argued as gently as he could. “Because I think we’re both avoiding things that are going to catch up to us, sooner or later.” 

#teaser tuesday #collision #rewrite #eddie diaz #911 fic #evan buckley #buddie