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The New Product

It was supposed to be a simple drug bust. Anthony received a dispatch about some activities down at the old warehouse in a nearby small town. He had been told to wait for backup, but the rookie felt confident he could at least scout out the building. Besides, he wanted to make a good impression, despite already being well-liked, and as his chief put it “the golden boy of the department”. Anthony arrived at the warehouse and inspected the outside- nothing out of the ordinary. As he made his way back around the building, he suddenly heard footsteps. He quickly ducked down and listened in as two men entered the building.

“Look man, this stuff is gonna change the world. Didn’t fuckin’ believe it ‘til I saw it myself.” One of the men said.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” His accomplice replied, “I invested a lot into this little side project here.”

Anthony wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass, and he trailed closely behind. He watched as the two men entered a room and shut the door behind them. It seemed like there were only two of them and he was confident he could handle it. The rookie approached the door, noticing smoke coming out from underneath, and immediately recognized the smell of weed.

“The effects vary depending on the dose and your weed tolerance. Not too concerned for us.” The man chuckled and cleared his throat, “Well, we have a few results so far, but for the best experience, we’d recommend hot boxing the room. I think we’ll be able to start distributing in a few weeks.”  

With that, Anthony busted the door down, raising his weapon, “Police! Freeze!” He shouted, coughing from the pot smoke. He could barely see the two men through the thick smoke and slowly moved in. The two had jumped at the unexpected intruder, but took advantage of Anthony’s inability to see. While he was still coughing, the two knocked him over and made their escape through the door, slamming it on their way out. The rookie quickly collected himself and went to give chase, but the two must’ve barricaded the door.

“Fuck!” Anthony cursed, coughing as he inhaled more of the weed. He felt disoriented, and his strength dissipated as he made a futile attempt to open the door, “Fuck why is it getting so hot in here?” He thought wiping sweat from his forehead. He felt his uniform, which was equally drenched in his sweat, “I need to do something...” His mind felt hazy, and he looked around desperately for a way out.

Without much success and his body burning, Anthony started to strip, hoping for any relief from the heat. He threw his uniform to the side followed by his undershirt and boxes. Despite being nude with his toned and clean-shaven body on display, he felt no different. It was like the heat was coming from within him. Before he could think of anything else to do, his dick suddenly sprang to life, catching him off guard.

“What the fuck?” He moaned, not expecting himself to feel so horny in a situation like this. He involuntarily grabbed his hardening member and began to stroke his 8 inches, “Wh-what am I doing?” He thought as he moaned louder.

Unable to stop, Anthony collapsed to the ground, totally engrossed in the pleasure. And to his shock, the pleasure only seemed to increase. Lying on his back and moaning loudly, he stroked faster and faster, desperate for any type of release, but found none. Meanwhile, he became acutely aware of an itchy sensation across his chest and abdomen. Hair began to sprout from his previously clean shaven chest, abs, and face, darkening to a deep brown as it grew in. His blond hair followed suit, as it changed to match the color of his growing body hair. Similarly, he could feel his pits starting to itch as they filled with a dense and damp jungle of fur. When Anthony breathed in again, he caught a whiff of his new pit musk and moaned deeply. The young officer at this point let go of his member and began humping the air- the inability to release clouding his judgement. He stretched his arms out, relishing in the musk from his hairier and damp armpits.

“Pleeeeeaassseeee.” He begged, humping the air. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes as his dick throbbed in a mix of pleasure and pain.

It was at this point that his toned abs and solid pecs began to push out with a little extra fat. His abs, which he worked so hard to get, disappeared completely under a soft layer of fat. His pecs followed suit, as they two pushed out and softened. His ass was no exception as it too filled with firm fat. Anthony was barely able to register these changes, although he felt a mild burning in his brain. He could feel his academy training evaporate from his mind, replaced with a knowledge of how to roll the perfect joint and the different types of weed.

“Nooooooo!” He moaned, a small part of him registering what was happening to him.

His concerns vanished as his IQ drastically plummeted and his interests began to shift. He sported a dopey grin and his eyes dulled as his only desires in life became getting high and getting fucked. And as he sat there, unable to cum, more and more of his memories vanished. Anything that didn’t concern weed and smoking vanished until all that was left of the former rookie officer was a pot-obsessed stoner. As his last memory of an old life faded, the stoner held his breath, eyes rolling back into his head, and he finally found the release he was looking for. He moaned loudly as stream after stream of cum landed across his hairy chest. With each shot, his hard member shrunk down to a mere 3 inches, before softening at 2 inches. Simultaneously, his ass filled in with more firm fat. With that, the stoner passed out from the overwhelming pleasure.

When the other officers finally found him, it was far too late. At the debriefing, it was revealed that a new product had made it onto the market- a product that helped guarantee loyal customers, often permanently at high enough doses. Anthony, although he didn’t even remember his name, continued to live his life in the small town. The department set him up with a small apartment and a monthly check, which he spent mostly on weed, booze, tattoos, and cigarettes. He spent his days naked in his apartment, getting high and finding guys willing to fuck him. Although he was never able to return to his old life, according to the officers who visited him on occasion, the former rookie wasn’t complaining.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 3,8K

Series summary: Elvis has worked hard to become the successful adult movie director that he is today and all that hard work is paying off by how well the public reacts to his work and how much money is coming into his bank account, despite the fact that porn is still very much illegal. Working in the adult industry is not something you saw yourself doing despite coming from a place where it always has been out in the open, but you soon find yourself swept up and away by a certain American director and right into the heart of the porn industry. The only question that remains is... will you sink, or will you swim?

Chapter summary: Working on his newest and what he believes his biggest project yet, Elvis flies to Amsterdam to shoot most of it. Everything is going well until he's forced to fire his leading actress on the spot and there's a stop being put to his work. But as he wanders into a cafe for a much needed drink in the bustling city, faith seems to be on his side.

Warnings: porn director!Elvis, European!reader, set in the year 1970 (so some details may be a little off?), obvious mentions of sex/porn etc, mentions of prostitution, Elvis giving reader a lowkey foot rub in public (honestly, he's going to be into feet in this series bc i'm feral), mentions of soft drugs, alcohol consumption.

A/N: hi! this idea was born from an ai but mostly from The Deuce (definitely watch it!), where i took most inspiration from. i'm super excited about this series, and honestly it's giving me a lot of inspiration to write in general again! this is going to be a short series- i'm thinking around 5 parts, but we shall see, hm? no smut in this part, but obvi there will be in future parts, as well as some darker topics. hope y'all enjoy! ❤

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Who ever said Hollywood was a jungle has obviously never set foot in New York City.

They’ve obviously never experienced what a real concrete jungle is like and they definitely don’t know that the Golden Age of Hollywood has seen its best days. Directors were feeling pressures from the outside – from the public that wanted something different, something more than those cringy movie kisses. The smaller movie theaters were starting to ID their customers because their movies weren’t so family friendly anymore. Establishments that specialized in peep shows were popping out of the ground like weeds. Burlesque clubs were turning into proper stripclubs and people would rather spend their money on naked girls dancing in their faces than on overpriced cocktails at supper clubs.

They didn’t know that the world was changing.

They didn’t know that even though adult entertainment was far from legal, it was one of the most produced and exported and imported products in the country.

They didn’t know. But Elvis Presley did.

Having made his start as a director ten years ago when he was in his early twenties and was nothing but a naive Southern boy from Memphis, he crawled and clawed his way through shitty jobs in New York. From parking cars, to serving drinks in sketchy bars to being a bodyguard at a massage parlor and driving around hookers to their appointments… He’s seen it all, and he’s done it all.

He worked hard to get where he currently was – being one of the most famous porn directors in New York. Everyone knew who he was and everyone respected him. Times Square was home to countless of peep shows, stripclubs and whatnot and you’ll bump into a prostitute every five steps. Elvis never used their services but he was friendly with them, greeting them as if he had known them forever. Which in some girls’ cases, was true.

Most of those girls were looking for a way out, wanting to get off the streets and into the safety of a movie studio, but Elvis has learned from a previous mistake where he hired a girl who had a pimp and the leech tried to get him to pay them more than the other actors. Since then, Elvis stuck to actors and actors only.

The director was doing good for himself, owning his own studio and brand under the name of “Presley Productions”, and living in a spacious apartment in the city, yet he still wanted more.

He wanted to make a movie so good, it would get international attention. He wanted it to be so good that theaters wouldn’t stop showing it and he wanted it to be so damn good that it would get him a shiny, gold award on his shelf.

And whenever Elvis had his mind set on something, he made sure to accomplish whatever it was that he wanted to accomplish.

It would only be a matter of time before Hollywood would get whiff of his work, and who he was, and for him to open up a second studio there. Elvis didn’t believe in “Hollywood first, the world later” though – he was going to knock everyone off their feet, from the housewives in California to the business men in Hong Kong, all at the same time.

 

The script he had written for his newest movie had been done for months now and all there was left to do was the casting. The process went fairly simple and easy – his main actress was Annette Haven and she was a gorgeous brown eyed brunette, but for some reason he couldn’t get used to her.

Granted, he wasn’t the one playing in the movie and her co-star seemed to have no issues with her, so perhaps he figured he was just being too picky because he was so passionate about this project. Annette was friendly during the first few weeks of filming but as they got to Amsterdam, the sex capital of the world, to shoot most of the movie, her behavior started to change.

She was cranky on set, pranced around like she was the Queen and was late for filming almost every single day. To put it mildly, she was getting on Elvis’s nerves and when she showed up high as a kite one afternoon, the director was done with this girl.

He never was a tiran on set and always made sure everyone was doing okay, but right now it was like a bomb exploded and everyone watched and were awkwardly rooted to their places as Elvis had a go at the main actress and fired her on the spot.

“Take the rest of the day off. We’ll figure things out tomorrow,” he announced to the other actors and the crew. He gave them a bitter smile before he turned around and walked out of the studio they rented, angry and annoyed at the fact he lost a full day of filming, his leading actress and money.

He needed a goddamn drink.

 

Amsterdam was a crowded, bustling city and in some ways, it was much like New York but it was different in so many ways too. People were a little more laid back here (and he figured the many coffee shops where one definitely was not drinking coffee but getting high at instead had something to do with that) and instead of running into a lady of the night on a street corner, they were placed behind windows in certain areas. The Red Light District, for example. It was crowded with tourists and while there was a long canal outstretched in the middle of the district, there were shops, bars, coffee shops and sexual tinted business lined up on the sides, drawing people’s attention left and right. The infamous windows were located in the alley ways, the red lights that were on indicating a girl was working at the time. While he was definitely no stranger to sex workers and what the normal citizen would call “wildness of it all”, it was like he had stepped into a different world, yet it felt a little bit like home too.

Spotting a typical Dutch brown cafe on a corner, he stepped inside and was welcomed by the loud rumbles of laughter of men shooting pool and sitting at the tables and the bar and the smell of cigarette smoke and beer. Nobody aside from the waitress even spared him a glance as he sat at a table near the window and the second he looked at the girl that came up to him to take his order, a smirk spread across his face. In the middle of August, it was only natural for the girl to be wearing a pair of shorts and he was glad this place didn’t set any strict dress codes for their employees, because Good Lord, those legs looked like they went on for days. He noticed the red heeled sandals she wore on her feet and her fresh pedicure on her toes, drawing him in even more. The way that black little apron was tied around her waist did things to him and as his eyes shamelessly moved further up and noticed the size of her breasts that were filling up the tight top she was wearing, he could only think two things – first, he needed to get his hands on those things. And second, she would be perfect for the movie he was shooting out here.

Annette Haven who?

“Hallo?!” You spoke again, waving your hand in front of the dark haired man that just sat down by the window when he didn’t respond to you the first time. Instead, he was shamelessly checking you out from head to toe and working in a bar in the Red Light District, you were used to it but it still got you a little annoyed at times. At least some men tried to hide it and most men actually spoke, with actual words. As he excused himself in English and scanned the crowd for a second, you realised he wasn’t Dutch and decided to cut him some slack.

Perhaps he really was a creep, but your boss wouldn’t be too happy if a customer walked out without being served.

Happened before, because while other waitresses accepted the bold and creepy men that came to drink almost every single day, your mother had always taught you to stand up for yourself and to not take any shit from anyone.

Besides, this was 1970. What did men expect? For you to drape yourself over their laps and beg them to take you? Absolutely not.

“A beer’s just fine, honey,”

You bit your tongue to ignore the pet name and flashed the American a smile, looking him in the eye. “Anything else? Something to eat maybe?”

Elvis grinned and shook his head, watching you walk away to get his drink. You were a very pretty girl with a very pretty body and he realised he was going to amp up his charm if he wanted to see what was underneath.

And he definitely wanted to see what was underneath.

 

“There you go,” you said as you came back over to his table and put his beer down in front of him. Before you could make your escape once more, Elvis spoke up.

“You know, your English is pretty good,”

At this, you almost scoffed as you stood up straight and looked at him with a hand on your hip. These Americans were always so full of themselves.

“Thanks. It’s only a language spoken in countries all over the world,” you smiled sarcastically and Elvis grinned in amusement as he leaned his arms on the edge of the table, quirking an eyebrow.

Feisty. He was intrigued.

“I been to Germany back in the day and believe me, they definitely didn’t sound as pretty as you,”

You raised your eyebrows a little at the odd compliment. Didn’t sound as pretty? That was the first time you ever heard something like that. This guy looked exactly what you imagined a pimp to look like – gold rings adorning his fingers, dressed up nicely in a velvet crushed jacket despite the heat outside – yet he used the word “pretty”, instead of something vulgar like most customers did when they’d try to flirt with you.

You knew you had probably judged him too quickly and although you were intrigued by him the same way he was by you, you weren’t going to make it easy on him.

“Let me tell you a secret,” you whispered as you leaned down and closer to him a little, looking straight into his eyes, which you noticed were very blue and very pretty. “You’re not in Germany anymore, sir,”

Elvis let out a laugh as you gave his shoulder a playful pat and raised his glass, a sly smirk settling on his features.

“You got that right, honey,”

As you walked away, he didn’t fail to notice the playful smile you threw his way as you looked over your shoulder.

 

Elvis wasn’t planning on spending half the day in this particular cafe, but for some reason, he was already on his third beer and he just couldn’t leave.

He could say it was because he needed to clear his mind and think of a solution to fix the problem about not having a lead actress anymore, but the little voice in his head told him he was looking right at that exact solution.

You.

He knew it would be risky – you were just a waitress and you probably had never set foot on a movie set in your entire life, let alone an adult movie set, but he couldn’t stop imagining you in front of the camera, in all kinds of positions.

As he watched you move around the place, serving customers, it was almost like he was watching a movie right now. The way you moved so effortlessly on those little heels, the way you avoided customers that were a little too handsy and the way you were laughing with local customers who you’d probably served many times before.

The sound of your laugh was like music to his ears and he wondered how you’d sound while you were being fucked with those gorgeous long legs dangling in the air. Just imagining you moaning in pleasure had a shiver run down his spine.

And while you had pretended you didn’t like Elvis at all and he was just another annoying American tourist, you couldn’t help yourself from glancing into his direction every so often and making your way to his table to ask if he needed anything else.

When you did just that after talking to some locals at the bar, he looked at you and smiled.

“Sit down,” he told you as he nodded to the empty seat across from him as he leaned back in his seat. “Doesn’t the old man give you a break?”

You chuckled softly as he nodded to an older looking, grumpy man in the corner behind the bar. Your boss. He barely did any of the work and just sipped on his beer, watching his waitresses work their asses off.

For a shitty pay, too.

“Hardly,” you admitted honestly with a soft chuckle, noticing that your boss wasn’t paying any attention to you so you sat down opposite the dark haired man that had his eye on you the entire time. “So, what brought you to Amsterdam?”

Elvis was pleasantly surprised as you asked him that. Not only would it give him the chance to keep you at his table longer, but now was also the moment where he would have to tell you what he did. And find out your reaction to it.

So, he just came clean right away. In one way, it was a good test to see how open-minded the Europeans really were.

And if you were a full blown, crazed feminist.

God… please don’t be a fullblown crazed feminist, he prayed mentally.

“I’m here to make a porno.”

A silence lingered between you two, but it only lasted for about three seconds. You nodded your head and chuckled in an amused but friendly manner.

“Are you an actor?”

Thank God.

“No,” he laughed, shaking his head a little as he took a sip of his beer, licking his lips. “I’m the director of the movie,”

You leaned your arms on the table and sat on the edge of your seat, crossing your legs under the table as you swung your foot back and forth a little. Elvis looked at the way your breasts were pressed against your arms for a second before looking back at your face, an excited twinkle in his eyes.

“And why are you not directing your movie right now?” You wondered aloud, tilting your head a little.

“Well,” he let out a laugh as he tapped one of his rings against his glass for a second, looking at you. “My leading actress wasn’t as fit for the role as I thought.”

“Or maybe you aren’t as good as a director as you think you are,” you teased with a grin on your face.

At that, Elvis just looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He could tell you were pulling his tail, but perhaps far in the back of his mind… he wondered if that could be the truth. He decided not to let his insecurities get to him though, not right now, and when he felt your swaying foot hit his leg under the table, he reached a hand down and grabbed your ankle. You widened your eyes a little and stared at him as he gave you a cocky grin and removed your shoe, dropping the red heel to the floor before he put your foot in his lap.

You looked around nervously to see if your boss caught onto you slacking yet, but he was still busy with the locals at the bar. Elvis ran his hand down from your ankle to your foot and pressed his thumb against your sole, making you turn back to him and bite your tongue to hold back a small gasp.

While you certainly never let customers touch you, right now you weren’t trying to get away. Nor could you muster up a smart remark to throw at his head. You’d been on your feet all day, wearing those heels, and the little massage he suddenly decided to give you wasn’t entirely unwelcomed.

“I am a great director, sweetheart, trust me..” he grinned as he looked you in the eye, a kind but mischievous gleam in his blue orbs. This man definitely was bold and for the first time in your waitressing “career”, you were enjoying the attention of a customer. And a tourist, at that. “Some people just can’t resist the many coffee shops in the city,”

You chuckled, nodding your head as you tried to focus on the conversation and not his large hand rubbing your foot under the table.

“Ha! Bet she was A-American,” you mentally slapped yourself for the stutter (and the lame reply) but if he noticed it, he didn’t mention it. Instead he just grinned and caressed his short nails across the arch of your foot a little.

“Who said she was American?”

“Well, if she was Dutch, she could’ve.. resisted the tempting clouds of weed,” you countered back with a small, playful grin on your face.

He laughed as he cocked his eyebrow, his eyes staring intently into yours as he found your pressure point and pushed his thumb into it, making you nearly moan out loud right there in the middle of your work place.

You managed to save yourself with a small groan.

“Think you can do better?”

At this point, your face was flushed and he realised he was slowly breaking through that sarcastic façade of yours. Then again, he wasn’t exactly playing fair with the way he was shamelessly giving you a foot rub and while you had genuinely peaked his interest, he was a little desperate too.

He wanted to finish his movie and make sure it was good. It had to be perfect. And he didn’t want to get a professional actress now that he had laid eyes on you.

Porn wasn’t a strange concept to you despite never having been in a porno yourself. You lived in a city where sex was out in the open for everyone to see and consume and while porn was illegal here as much as it was in the States, it was tolerated. Perhaps it wasn’t such a strange idea for you to dip your toes into the world of adult entertainment.

“I know I can do better,” you said confidently, looking over at your boss who looked your way and you quickly pulled your foot out of Elvis’ grip, slipping it back into your heel. “Just tell me when and where,”

Elvis let out a hearty laugh as he widened his eyes at you a little. This had been easier than he expected – you were offering yourself for the job and while that was certainly surprising, he wasn’t complaining at all. You were perfect for this movie and the fact that you were inexperienced in the industry might even be better for the storyline.

After all, the lead girl was supposed to be a little naive and a whole lot of innocent.

You quickly urged him for a phone number and address when you noticed the sour face of your boss staring at you from behind the bar and Elvis quickly scribbled his contact information down on the back of a paper coaster as he realised he didn’t have any business cards on him at the moment. You grasped it from the table and shoved it in your pocket, getting up from your seat.

“Hold up,” he said after he paid for his drinks and you were about to walk off to the bar to get back to work. You felt him grabbing your wrist and you turned around, looking at him as your heartbeat sped up a little. “I didn’t get your name..”

“It’s Y/N,” You told him, gently pulling your arm out of his grip. You wouldn’t mind holding onto him a little longer but you felt your boss’ eyes burning in the back of your head.

“I’m Elvis. Elvis Presley.”

You nodded and flashed him a smile, tapping the back pocket of your shorts where you had put the coaster in. He grinned and nodded, slowly leaving the cafe, hoping you’d call him and go through with this.

A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to work in a shitty place like this.

 

You watched him go and the entire time your boss was giving you an earful about work ethics as you stood behind the bar, you barely heard the words coming out of his mouth. Quite frankly, you just weren’t paid enough to deal with this. You liked your co-workers but that’s all they were – co-workers. They didn’t pay your bills and neither did your shitty monthly pay that your boss gave you.

You wanted a change. No, you needed a change.

And maybe it was a naive and stupid thing to do, but for some reason, you had trusted that stupid American tourist.

Maybe he wasn’t even a director at all, but the longer your boss went on and on about your behavior, you decided it was worth the risk.

“You know what,” you interrupted him loudly, pulling your apron off and throwing it at his face. “I quit!”

Your boss threw a string of profanities to your head as you opened the cash register and grasped the amount of money he still owed you. He was too slow, and too fat, to stop you and before he could get to you, you were already halfway out the door. Though ofcourse, you didn’t leave without theatrically flipping him off.

 

You ran down the street, squirming your way through the crowd, and into a phone booth. Closing the door behind you, you fished the coaster out of your pocket and rang the number. You were connected to Elvis’ hotel and then put through to his room after several minutes. As soon as you heard his voice on the other side of the line, you inhaled a sharp breath of air and clenched the phone against your ear.

How bad could the porn industry really be?

The fact that you were a virgin didn’t strike you as a problem. Nobody had to know, did they? You were sure you’d be able to mask it.

Even from the director.

You stared at the people walking by the phone booth and leaned against the glass wall, your next words rolling off your tongue determinedly.

“When do I start?”

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Nct 127 as fratboys Pt.2

Yuta

Lemme just start off by saying

HE WILL TAKE YOUR BITCH!!!!

lmaooo

This man has a different girl on his arm every week

I am so serious

It was Keisha, It was Sonya, It was Tonya, It was Monique, It was Nece, It was Keke

if you ask him

He'll tell you he didn't fuck them but he did

multiple times

and it's ironic because

He takes at least 3 gender studies courses every year

so this man right here is a feminist Fratboy

lmaooo

he respects women but will never turn down s3x

He's an Architectural Design Major

so he's good with hands and stuff *wink wink*

the type to skip lectures but still pass the course

He is at EVERY SINGLE party

will never miss one

he 100% knows that him being a feminist contributes to the amount of pu$$y he gets

if y'all fuck he gives you a lollipop or a coupon as a parting gift

if you were good just know he's gonna check on you every 2 weeks lmaoo

"That pussy still mine right?...well it's yours in theory because you know I don't own your body but you get what I'm saying..."

He's a jerk but also...not a jerk

Doyoung

please this man would be the snobbiest

most uptight fratboy everrrrrr

He's an Economics major

don't be mistaken though honey

He's uptight asf but he is a frat boy

anything you need just ask him

yes he cusses Johnny out whenever the house smells like weed

but he's the one that buys it every Tuesday and Thursday @ 4pm sharp

Yes, he smokes it but don't tell anyone...

YES, hell tell you he's celibate if you ask

but between me and you...

he definitely fucked that one lecturer so she could fix his grades

and he also fucked her daughter

and the daughter's best friend...

anywayyyyyyyy he doesn't like to talk about it.

ifc you were to compare all of em

i'd say Doyoung has one of the highest body counts here

but strangely enough no one would know

unless he said it

He's had multiple pregnancy scares

to the point where now

he has a bank account open just for that

Hates bitches who try to hard

but loves the chase

he's sneaky asf and if you know what's good for you stay out of his way

Jaehyun

The embodiment of fratboy

He's 100% a legacy

generations of menacing behaviour

he's a business major

daddy's money type of guy

so he really doenst give a fuck

he does EVERYTHING

smokes

hosts sex parties (much to Taeil's displeasure)

Fucked an entire sorority

fails his exams

leads girls on

etc.

he is allergic to relationships

there i said it

where as i can see the rest of em settling down eventually

if Jaehyun were to settle...he'd cheat.

yes, he wears his cap backwards and calls you "shawty"

surprisingly, he has female friends that he chersihes

gives them advice on how to steer clear of gutys like him

he's a jerk.

lmaooo 'm so sorry but it's true

he fucks allooooot

Loves easy pre

he aint willing to chase nobody

he has the highest body count in the frat.

not ashamed of it at all

surprisingly keeps up with his monthly doctors appointments

Beer pong is his calling

As mentioned ealier his jungle juice could put you in a coma

honestly, he probabaly has more alchohol than blood in his body

THE KINGGGG

OF SITUATIONSHIPS

if you can't handle that STAY OUT OF HIS WAYYYYYYYYYY

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[ashes-writing]

Hey I was wondering if I could ask for Lip Gallagher and the filth alphabet please?

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Warnings;

If you're under 18 this was not written for you. Go find some fluff to read, got it? Minors DNI. body fluids, various kinks not limited to or excluding dom/sub, lingerie+stockings, choking/biting/hairpulling, pain kink, cockwarming and high sex... mentions of drinking / drugs -weed, he's a stoner, cum play/creampie, edging/orgasm control, oral sex, dacryphilia

Taglist ;

Special tag for @vonschweetz because the actor is their current favorite sad boy and I am making it my mission to drag them down this rabbit hole of Lip Gallagher kicking and screaming.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

--- he tries not to be, but he's a cuddler. there's a part of him that craves the connection and doesn't want it to end when the sex is over because it feels nice to just lie there and not be alone with his thoughts or whatever else is going on.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

--- tits, legs, lips. Particularly lips. He loves your mouth.

--- His cock is probably what he'd say, tbh.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

--- Will go down on you and make you kiss him to taste yourself. "Don't y' wanna taste how sweet you are, baby girl?"

--- creampie. That is all -we won't get into him getting hard as he sees it leak outta you and fucking it right back into you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

--- This man doesn't do dirty secrets in the sexual sense. He's a bit of a bragger, so he's quite vocal about past exploits. I do believe that he regrets losing his virginity to Karen though. Writer believes Karen was his first, this is why it was so damn hard for him to let her go despite all the shit she did to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

--- Oh god, he's experienced. He's constantly sleeping with someone. He's definitely been around because sex is the way he expresses how he feels about a person he cares about and while this is messed up just a little, it also means that when the love isn't returned, he's done and moving on to the next one because he's searching and he yearns.

--- Totally knows what he's doing. Always trying new things too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

--- doggy style to pull hair and put a hand on your throat or grab your tits, against a wall holding you up, on the table, missionary.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

--- Depends. If he's jealous, pissed or frustrated he's serious. If he's in love or happy or feeling particularly sappy, he's humorous and sweet.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

--- it's a very well cleaned jungle down there. He keeps it clean, he just won't shave. Shit's too itchy for him when it grows back in because he tried it once and hated it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

--- he tries to be distant when it's a one time thing but there's still a part of him that just can't.. so he's intimate as hell and gentle and sweet unless he's jealous, frustrated or this is angry /hate sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

--- you wore some stockings with a costume once for a thing on campus (college) and he couldn't wait until he got back to the dorms, he had to go into the bathroom and jerk off there. He's always edging himself, he likes to see how long he can make himself last.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

--- cockwarming, pain (recieving, give him all the bites / hair pulls / scratches / etc), cum / creampie, mutual masturbation, biting/choking/hairpulling, lowkey breeding kink, dom/sub (slightly less soft than a soft dom but not quite a hard dom either), dacryphilia -he loves to watch you tear up when you gag on his cock, light bondage, food play, temperature play, toys,

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

--- Anywhere. I mean this. As long as it's away from prying eyes, he'll do it anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

---arguments, thigh high stockings or knee socks, being bitten/having his neck kissed or sucked, getting high because it makes him horny as fuck, his partner in general..

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

--- no public sex, he does not eat ass and he will absolutely not share you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

--- He's pretty good at it but very messy and loud, very bite-y. He loves to receive though, ugh, if you give this man a good deep throat blowjob he'll be on one knee.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

---Deep, rough and slow. Most of the time. If he's angry, jealous, frustrated or in a hurry, it's fast, deep and rough. You will be bent over the nearest available surface and you will come away with handprints on your tits, throat and hips.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

--- He's taking it any way he can get it. If he wants it and a quickie is his only chance to get laid, he's not turning it down.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

--- Experiment, yes. Risk -esp sex with people watching or walking in, nope.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

--- Multiple rounds, short breaks and maybe an hour or hour and a half each round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

--- Nope. Now if you want him to use one of your toys on you, he'll happily do it. He just doesn't own any, he's kinda not into it for himself, his own personal use.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

--- He's a huge fucking tease, so much so that you're a mess by the time he FINALLY decides he'll have you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

--- He's loud. Swearing. Praising you, talking dirty to you, telling you how well you take his cock, telling you how tight you are, telling you that he'll fuck a baby into you sometimes, telling you he loves you and he wants to stay inside you forever, grunting, growling, whining -esp if you're going down on him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

--- Wants to be dominanted in bed but he's so used to being in control that he doesn't know how to go about it. Dominate this man somebody, please.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

---Above average length, average or slightly less so with girth. Cannot remember if he's cut or not, I know they mentioned this on the show. The tip is dark pink, it's slightly curved..

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

--- This fucker is perpetually horny. It's high. Very high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

--- After cuddling and playing with your hair / talking to you and kissing on you, he's asleep. Likes to fall asleep still inside you too, btw.

#lip gallagher #lip gallagher smut #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher fanfiction #lip gallagher x fem!reader #lip gallagher headcanons #minors dni

[octuscle]

I’d love to see see where some AMS luggage takes me!

Well, this suitcase is definitely not a jackpot. Dirty clothes. Mostly pretty worn out. Rough work clothes. Hiking gear. And a few bottles of lukewarm beer. Actually, you wanted to close the suitcase again and throw it away. But even though it stinks, there's a smell that reminds you of your student days. Weed!

You rummage in the suitcase, spread the clothes on the floor of your stylish apartment. And then you find everything that was fun for you all those years ago. Weed, tobacco and cigarette paper. You are a bit out of practice, but somehow you get a joint made. And you light it with a trembling hand. Fuck! That's good! Why did you ever stop? Boy, it's really hot in your apartment. Suddenly you're standing naked in front of your hall mirror, giggling. Oh man, when you smoked your last joint, you were young and tight. Now you're an old pot-bellied sack! I don't give a shit that the beer is lukewarm. You're fucking thirsty. Yeah, that feels good. And with every pull from the bottle a few years fall off you.

Heheheh, let's see if the filthy clothes fit you. The dirty underpants and the crotch-tearing shorts fit like a glove. The stinky socks and the dirty boots too. Taking another deep drag, you look at your reflection in the mirror. You are an extreme athlete. And it shows. Climbing steep rock faces, crossing deserts, swimming across sounds of the sea. You've done it all. But it's good to finally be home again. The bottles of beer here are really tiny. Hehehe! Luckily you had a second one in your suitcase. After three months crisscrossing Southeast Asia you have a healthy skin color, but also an empty fridge.

Are you going to take a joint now? All you need to get a hard-on is a deep breath from your sneakers. Of course, you could clean up first and start the washing machine. But before you take off the boots that have carried you for miles through the jungle, you have to jerk off. Joint, beer, cum. Traditions when coming home should be kept!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #age reduction

[tacodemuerte]

thought about that 'what if they gave jungle boy weed' asK MFIOSFNODGHD

#jungle boy #jack perry #doodles #his roach legs....

[littlemisskookie]

Free Use: Ch 6

Free Use: Ch 6

Free Use:  Index

Ship: Crush!Taehyung | Reader

Description: Childhood Friends/Crush/Neighbors/College!AU. Your long time crush agrees to be your dom.

Warnings: Free Use Kink, Dom/Sub Relationship, Dom Taehyung, Angst!!! Fluff???? Possessiveness, Humiliation Kink, Demeaning Names, Dirty Talk, Intercourse (Finally), Size Kink, Photos, Fingering, Mirror/Bathroom Sex, Exhibition, this isn’t all but i don’t wanna spoil

Word Count: 4,833

A/N: hhhhh this was just meant to be horny but i sprinkled in some personal trauma (not in the sext parts dont worry)

Jimin’s house party was nearing it’s peak, the music vibrating through every atom of your body, the speakers blaring for the whole neighborhood to hear. Of course Jimin’s spoiled ass got a house already instead of an apartment like the rest of you. It was to throw ragers like this for half of the campus who didn’t want to risk getting spiked at the frat parties. You pull on the gloves of your outfit- a dupe you got of Maddy’s New Years dress. Two shots down and you were already scanning the room for Taehyung. 

Swerving between the swaying bodies, you search for your friends. You try your best not to spill your suspicious jungle juice- some new concoction that Seokjin had made. Jungkook and Hoseok were probably in the midst of the dance floor. No doubt Jimin was busy socializing like the gracious host he was. Seokjin would be acting as bartender as usual, so Yoongi was probably drinking with him. Knowing Namjoon he was already throwing up at this point. But where was Taehyung?

You spot Jimin and reach towards him, leaning on him more than you intended. Despite the warmth flooding to your cheeks, you down more alcohol, causing Jimin to laugh at your sour expression. “I just saw like ten guys check you out when you walked over here.” He has to yell over the music for you to hear him. “You getting laid tonight?”

You roll your eyes, downing more of your drink. “Where’s Taehyung?”

“Ah, I see,” Jimin grins. “I think he said he was getting a drink. You should find Jin. Looks like you’ll be needing a refill soon anyways.”

“Thanks, Jiminnnn,” you say, pecking him on the cheek and waving goodbye. Luckily you already knew where Seokjin would be stationed. You find him in no time, with Yoongi as you expected. Yes! Taehyung was there too!

Your buzz made you feel elated and excited to see him. That is, until you saw the pretty girl standing next to him, laughing as though he said the funniest thing in the world. Not just any girl, though.

Nayeon.

-

You waved the box of popcorn you bought as you entered the boys’ dormitory. You were met with the familiar sent of weed the moment you walked through the door. Not like the RAs really gave a shit. Back when it was mandatory to live on campus, at least during freshman year. Your friendship had solidified with the guys, them no longer seeing you as much of a younger sister and closer to an equal. Too bad you weren’t able to move in with them. You practically lived there, though, despite having a perfectly good dorm of your own. 

Your crush on Taehyung was festering even then, and you would use any excuse you could to be near him. Not that you had to try much. Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook would usually host little parties or movie nights in their dorm. They were always the partners of the group, immediately getting fakes as soon as they moved out of their parents’ houses. The first taste of freedom had gotten to their head, and they were relishing in the liberties adulthood brought. They were lucky that the older boys were so lenient with them, having already matured past their extreme partying phases and knowing their limits. Who else would help clean up after, anyways? If it was up to those scoundrels your group would be throwing all night bathers weekly. You were thankful for the more chill hang outs, where you guys would watch shitty movies and smoke.

You were especially excited for today, though. You were always excited to see Taehyung, to be fair. But today you were wearing an outfit you knew he’d especially like. He respected the drip like that, and you would beam every time he complimented you. You were practically fantasizing about it all day.

You shoved the box into Namjoon’s hands, joining him in the kitchen. “Movie theater popcorn, like requested.”

“I wouldn’t have to get on your ass about it if you had bought the right kind last time.” He rolled his eyes, mussing your hair in a form of endearment.

You scowled up at his grin, combing your hands back over your hair. Your eyes darted across the kitchen counter towards the living room, noticing that most of the guys were on the couch or their respective seats. “Where’s Taehyung?” 

Namjoon didn’t say anything, glancing over to you. He was always the observant one. “He’ll be here in a sec, I’m sure.”

“What’s he doing?”

“He’s busy,” Jungkook chimed in, wiggling his eyebrows. “He brought a girl.”

Your mind went blank for a moment. “A girl?”

“Yeah, Nayeon. The hot girl from his Spanish class that he’s been going on about.” Jungkook whistled, a cheesy grin spreading on his face. 

You pressed your lips together as you processed the information. Taehyung was alone with the super hot girl he’s been gawking over for like a month now. You knew he wasn’t inexperienced- hell, you weren’t either. You had plenty of nights of trying to forget about Taehyung, distracting yourself with whatever guy happened to give you the attention you desperately craved. You didn’t think he had gone all the way, yet. You thought it was just girls sending him nudes, or maybe the same level you were at. Or perhaps he was more experienced than you initially thought and this was your first time being confronted with it.

Your heart felt as though it were sinking in your chest. You tried not to let the despair show on your face. You took in a deep breath from your nose, making a conscious effort to seem as unfazed as you could. “Lucky him,” is all you said, offering a slight smile on your lips. Inside you felt as though you were crumbling, as dramatic as it was.

“I like your outfit, by the way,” Jungkook complimented, examining your outfit. 

Your heart ached at the reminder of what you were so excited about in the first place. “Thanks.” It comes out more quiet than you intended.

“Why don’t you go join the guys on the couch? I can take care of setting up the snacks,” Namjoon said. You were grateful for his suggestion. 

You welcomed the distraction as you sat down next to Yoongi, the two of you smooshed together on a sofa chair. He pulled your legs over his as he pulled a drag from the joint. His red eyes meet yours, a comforting grin spreading across his face. “You want a hit?”

“Yes, please,” you say meekly. He brought it up to your lips, letting you suck in a breath. Everyone started preparing for the movie, already turning off the lights. You watched as the end of the joint glowed orange, slowly fading away into black. You held in the smoke filling your lungs as he flicked the ash on a tray. 

You coughed and let out the smoke. The feeling of Yoongi’s hand softly rubbing your back soothed you, though, and your coughing stopped. “Good girl,” Yoongi grinned, hand still rubbing your back. You heard the sound of popping in the background, one of the guys going through Roku to find the movie.

You passed the joint around the circle and let yourself melt into the feeling. The feeling of being high as you take hit after hit. The feeling of Yoongi’s warm body against yours. Anything to numb your self of the feeling of knowing that Taehyung was just one room over probably having sex with a girl that wasn’t you.

You tried to rationalize it. It’s his apartment and you’re all adults. He has the right to sleep with whoever he wanted. You weren’t his girlfriend- hell, he didn’t even know you were madly in love with him. You had no right to be as upset as you were.

But you were.

And then it got worse.

Taehyung came out of his room finally, hand in hand with a pretty girl who looks entirely too happy for your mental well-being. He was grinning from ear to ear, looking rather pleased with himself. He sat down on the couch with Nayeon, arm around her shoulders, pulling her in securely. She was pressed against his chest, leaning against his body, a clear sense comfort between the two.

You stare at the TV with a blank, glazed over look. You were decently high now- probably a bit higher than usual. You were trying to focus on the movie and not on her giggling  or the whispers your keen ears would pick up on. You didn’t even want to listen to Hoseok’s hilarious commentary. You felt stuck in your head and nothing was helping. Your eyes became glassy as you tried to hold back your tears. You desperately hoped no one would notice. You felt so naked, so vulnerable. Would all of your friends realize that you were in love with Taehyung? That you were crying because he had another girl in his arms? Would she notice? You didn’t want to be one of those girls. The girl best friend who is in love with the boyfriend. You desperately didn’t want to be that type.

What if he noticed? What if you couldn’t hang out with them anymore? What if everything became weird? Clearly he didn’t like you back. He wouldn’t be flaunting some other girl in front of you otherwise if he did. You began overthinking and spiraling in your head, your intrusive thoughts consuming you.

Yoongi noticed. He could see in the glow of the screen the shine in your eyes and your stony expression as you tried your best to keep your composure in public. Without question he got you out of his lap and pulled you out of the dorm and into the hallway. You didn’t protest, trying to ignore the feeling of your friends’ stares as you walked out with him. You simply stared down at his hand enveloping yours, stringing you away form your woes. You didn’t want to think about it.

Yoongi cradled your face in his hands and begins to wipe your tears, which were quickly beginning to fall as soon as you were out of sight from the others. You almost wanted to collapse in his arms and bury yourself in his chest, but at the moment you were feeling quite embarrassed. “Hey, why’re you crying?” Yoongi cooed, smoothing over your hair and being careful not to mess up your makeup. “Did you smoke too much, is that it?”

You sniffle and shake your head, furiously wiping your tears away. “No, it’s not that. I’m just… I’m just stuck in my head about things. I’m sorry, this is so stupid. Can we not talk about it?”

Yoongi doesn’t pry. He’s never been the one to meddle in someone else’s business, anyway. “Okay. What do you need then?”

“I just don’t want to think right now.” You’re still wiping off the tears. Knowing you, you weren’t going to be able to stop immediately. Plus, they’ll be able to tell you were crying. “I don’t think I’m ready to go back there.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just tell them you’re not feeling good. Do you want to take a nap in my bed?” That’s right, Yoongi and the other guys lived just down the hall. 

“I’d appreciate that, thank you, Yoongi.” You wiped your nose, sniffling. 

He smiled down at you, pulling out his dorm key and leading you down the hall. You’ve seen his room once or twice, and don’t bother examining the room the way you usually would. You felt emotionally drained. Instead, you plopped down on the bed, taking in a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself. Focus on the high. Still, try as you might, the tears still fell.

Yoongi sat down next to you, hand smoothing over your hair. You hummed and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. “Is there anything else I can do?”

“This is nice already. I just need a distraction.”

“A distraction?”

“Yeah. I just… I want to feel something else right now.” You opened your eyes, looking up at Yoongi. You held his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. “Thank you, though. You’re too good to me. I really do appreciate this.”

He smiled at that. “I’m not sure if I’m much of a distraction, but I’ll try my best.”

Your fingers intertwined with his, and in that moment, the distance between you two that you weren’t aware of got a bit smaller. You looked at him, his gaze already locking with yours.

You never did find out if that was the night Taehyung really lost his virginity. But it was the night you lost yours.

-

A million thoughts go through your head. You’re feeling too many emotions. Dread. Betrayal. Confusion. Anger. 

What right did you have to be mad at him anyways? What, for talking to Nayeon? Flirting with her? You weren’t his girlfriend. You were closer to a pet of his. That’s what you told him you’d be for him. You didn’t ask him for anything more. This was a situation you put yourself in. So why should you feel upset?

Your eyes flit over to Yoongi’s. He has a solemn expression on his face. One you’re not familiar with. His eyes lock with yours, quickly flitting over to Taehyung and Nayeon. He knows. He didn’t know about your crush on Taehyung back when you two slept together, at least you don’t think. When had he found out? Or was your expression of despair just now what gave you away?

You didn’t want to have that conversation with him, though. Yoongi and you were just friends now. Life was already complicated.

You do what you always do. You run. Mentally, mainly. You down the rest of the liquor, the burn in your throat and warmth in your stomach enveloping you like a comforting hug. You crush the plastic cup in your hand as you walk away. You try to distract yourself- sans Yoongi this time. What better way than disappearing into the crowd? You’d get to be invisible there.

You try to focus on the music, following the beat as you dance. Your eyes flit about the crowd, trying to see someone familiar. Success. Jungkook.

He spots you too, giving you that bunny smile of his as he makes his way to you, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you into him. “Hey,” he says, the liquor on his breath wafting in your face. You didn’t mind. Yours probably smelled the same, as unsexy as that was. “Wanna dance with me?”

“Duhhhh,” you laugh, nodding as you let yourself melt in his arms. 

Jungkook’s a great dancer. His hips press against yours, hands on your hips as he directs your movements. You purr at the feeling, your mind trailing away to if he were to direct your movements in a different way. You press your ass against him as you dance to the beat, arms up and tangled into his hair behind you. You didn’t think he would mind. He was used to dancing like this. He’s done worse, honestly. The amount of times you saw him practically fuck someone on the dance floor? Too many to count. Besides, he didn’t seem to mind. His lips pressed against your hair, fingers tightening to secure his grip on your hips.

You sigh at the feeling, letting yourself get lost in the music. You stare at the flashing neon lights and the swaying bodies before you. You look down at Jungkook’s large hands on your hips and waist, pressing you securely against him. You don’t want to think of Taehyung or Nayeon or how Taehyung or Nayeon are probably- oh fuck you can see Taehyung.

You suddenly become very aware of the fact you’re pressed against his best friend, and that he would not be too pleased with that. You turn your head to Jungkook, a look of panic on your face. “Jungkook!”

“Hm?” He hums, his tone nonchalant.

Your eyes flit back towards Taehyung’s direction. He sees you, catching your gaze. Your heartbeat speeds up as you see his deathly glare, and soon he’s marching towards you and Jungkook.

“Taehyung’s coming here!”

“Oh, is he?” Jungkook looks up. He smiles when he sees Taehyung. You’re shocked, freezing as you stare up at him with wide eyes. His cocky grin spreads as he sees your frightened expression, one of his hands coming up to reach for your jaw, pressing your back securely against him. You were forced to look forwards, towards Taehyung, who was now just a few feet in front of you. “Time for you to face the consequences, Y/N.”

You gape up at him, shocked. “I-“

“You didn’t really think I didn’t notice, did you?” His breath is hot against your ear, causing goosebumps to spread over your skin. You hoped he didn’t notice what affect this had on you. Perhaps you had a fear or primal kink.  “You’re not really that stupid, are you?”

Taehyung’s now in front of you, his menacing glare boring through you. You weren’t used to him staring at you like this, with such anger. You cowered in Jungkook’s grasp, trembling like a leaf. He chuckled in your ear, feeling you gulp against his palm. Taehyungs stares down at you, your face looking so small in Jungkook’s big hand. He leans in on the opposite side, speaking in your other ear to make sure you heard. “Someone’s been a slut today, huh?”

His voice was a harsh growl, laced with anger and promise. You whimper, trying to turn away, but Jungkook’s grip quickly forces you to meet Taehyung’s eyes. “Speak up, Y/N,” Jungkook says, his voice commanding. You felt so meek every time he said your name like this, chills running down your spine.

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes welled a bit with tears as you stared at Taehyung’s harsh glare.

Taehyung lets out a sigh, quickly pulling you back towards him and out of Jungkook’s firm grip. “Thanks for holding on to her for me. I’ll take care of her from here.”

You’re whisked away out of the crowd, up the stairs and in a bathroom. Your eardrums are no doubt thankful for the slight muffling of sound. You try to turn to Taehyung to explain, but he quickly bends you over the sink. You’re forced to look at yourself, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol and embarrassment. Taehyung’s dark gaze isn’t focused on your reflection. He pulls your skirt up and lands a harsh slap against your ass. You let out a harsh cry, not given a break as he pulls up your thong, forcing the fabric to delve deeper into your folds and against your clit. You rise to your toes to make it easier on you, but he only stretches the band, going as high as he could. His gaze was serious, staring at your face as you were further humiliated. 

“Wearing these, too? You were begging to be punished tonight,” he snaps, his hand coming down again to spank you. You cry from the pain, tears at the corner of your eyes as he twists the fabric in his hands, intensifying the pain as he rained down blow after blow. 

By the time he’s done your ass is glowing, and you feel like you’re on fire. He seems out of breath, too, almost as fucked out as you were. Both of you were taking shallow breaths and were red in the face, the depraved look in his eyes only igniting.

“What happened to my good girl, huh? Now you want to slut yourself out to my friends?” He stops spanking you and grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror. You mewl as he drives up the wedgie, keeping you on your toes. You had mascara running down your cheeks already. His fingers go to your covered clit, rubbing you hard, knowing exactly how to touch you. “You want Jungkook’s cock instead of mine, all of the sudden?”

“No!” Your legs shake a bit under his menstruations. “Taehyung, please-“

“Please what?” He finally lets go of your underwear, letting it harshly snap against your skin, making you lurch forward. “You’re in no position to be asking for favors, sweetheart. Not when I see you grinding your ass against my best friend’s dick.”

He  yanks down your underwear, sneering at it. “Fucking drenched. Did Jungkook get you this wet?”

“No, I-“

“You what? You just want to be passed around the group, is that it? First Yoongi, then me, now Jungkook? Fuck, I didn’t know you were such a slut. If you were that cock hungry all you had to do was ask. I know Jungkook would love to see what your face would look like taking it up the ass. Told me so himself.”

He rubs your bare clit, watching you crumble in his arms. He holds you up by the neck, applying slight pressure, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your legs wobble and threaten to give out under you. You feel so weak in his grasp, and you feel your face burn with embarrassment. “Sir- I-“ Your eyes start to roll back, your orgasm already approaching. The fact that his degrading and vile words were turning you on showed how twisted you were, with just him rubbing you managing to get you to the edge.

“Not sir,” he growls in your ear, removing his hand from your throat and gripping your hair, tugging your head back as you whined. His gaze was menacing, locked with yours in the mirror, no sign of mercy in the reflection. “Taehyung. Taehyung is making you cum.”

“Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehy-“ You feel your orgasm wash over you as you collapse against the sink, your eyes rolled back. You try to catch your breath, Taehyung firm behind you as he let you ride it out. You felt lighter than air, like you were in a dream.

Taehyung flips you over to sit your ass down on the sink, standing between your legs to lean in and invade your space. “Kiss me,” he commands.

You oblige, closing your eyes and kissing him, feeling him dominate the kiss as soon as your lips met. You moan against his lips, hearing him unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. You break off the kiss to see him whip his dick out, giving it a few strokes. He whips out his phone and tugs your hips closer to him. “Lift your dress over your tits for me, baby,” he says huskily. Who were you to deny him?

You lift it up to show your tits. You weren’t wearing a bra due to the design of the dress, which Taehyung seemed to appreciate. “What’re you doing?” you ask.

“Don’t worry, I won’t show your face,” Taehyung says. He puts his dick on your pelvis, letting his hips meet yours. You gaped as you looked down at his dick, the size intimidating to say the least. You hear the shutter of his camera going off. “Need to show Jungkook how deep I’m going to be in you.”

Your thighs instinctively twitched at his words, causing him to grin, putting his phone away. You presume he really did send the photo. Today was already bringing more surprises than you had anticipated. “You like the thought of that? Of him seeing what’s mine? Seeing this fat cock next to your tiny pussy?”

You gasp as he plunges his fingers inside of you, hovering over you as he studies your expression. The sound of his fingers diving inside of you repeatedly fill the room, and you grip onto Taehyung to keep balance. “I just-I saw you with Nayeon and…”

“And what? Baby got jealous?” He kept his fingers inside, instead repeatedly curling them into your g-spot. You bite your lip, moaning as he drove you closer to a second orgasm. 

“I just- I got in my head and I’m yours but you’re not mine, y’know?” You pant out the words, one hand grasping his wrist, feeling the tendons and muscle move as he went faster and faster. It felt like he was driving you crazy. “A-And we aren’t dating- and I have no right to-“

“Shut up,” Taehyung says, quickly slapping you across the face before grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a messy kiss. You unravel, coming a second time as you spammed around his fingers. You melt into the kiss, panting against his mouth as he finally let you pull back for air. “I’m yours too, idiot.”

“You are?” You blurt the words out, elated despite the sting against your cheek.

Taehyung grins, spreading your legs, adjusting you to slap his cock against your folds. “You want your boyfriend’s cock in you?”

You were probably looking at him with heart eyes when he said those words. “Yes, yes, please, give it to me.”

“It’s pretty big, baby, not sure you can handle it. Your cunt’s so tiny,” Taehyung says, sliding against you to get his dick wet. “Don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Don’t care, want you inside,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. You hold his face in your hands, the grin on both of your faces refusing to leave. “You’re mine right? Then give me what’s mine.”

“Hmm, if you insist, baby.” He smiles as he kisses you, positioning himself at your entrance before pushing inside. You gasp as he goes in deeper and deeper, until finally his hips are flush against yours. You feel so full, and Taehyung adds to it by pressing his hand against your lower stomach. “Feel how deep I am?” he purrs in your ear. 

His hips pull back, starting off with shallow thrusts. The pace increases, and you’re moaning every time he reaches a particularly deep spot inside of you that has you curling your toes. “Fuck, such a good slut. I’ve been wanting to ruin you since the moment I saw you,” Taehyung grunts, his moans sounding absolutely delicious in your ear. “Wanted to wreck this little pussy. Was so scared I would be too much for you- but you’re a bigger freak than I am.”

His thrusts get deeper, pulling back more. Your tits bounce from his rough thrusts, and you’re left gripping whatever surface you can for balance. “Taehyung, Taehyung please-“

“Please what, baby?” Taehyung questions, pulling back to look at you properly.

“Want to do everything with you. Anything you want. Want to do it all,” you say, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach.

“Mm, my girlfriend’s a little slut,” Taehyung smiles, slapping your clit, seeing your hips buck in response. “Into such nasty shit. Wants her boyfriend to do nasty things to her so she can cum.”

“Please let me cum,” you beg, bitting your lip as you feel your senses overwhelm you. His fingers persist, tag teaming you as his cock bullies your g-spot relentlessly. “Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung-“

“Fuck, cum on my cock then, slutty girl.”

You do so, a squeal escaping you as fluid splashes onto Taehyung’s lower abdomen. Your legs shook uncontrollably as you moan. Taehyung crashes his lips against yours, moaning in your mouth as he feels you squirt on him. “Fuck,” he grunts into your mouth, pulling out to jack off on your stomach. You’re both left panting, foreheads pressed together as you try to gather your breath.

He leans in, giving you soft kisses that break off into pecks. He’s so tender with you, such a difference compared to his demeanor before. “I’ll clean you up.”

He grabs a nearby towel and wipes the cum off of both of you. You stare up at him, trying to process that all of this was real. “You really mean it? That you’ll be my boyfriend?”

Taehyung chuckles a bit at that. “I was actually going to ask you tonight after the party, officially. Honestly I already considered you my girlfriend the moment you told me how you felt.”

You’re so happy to hear his words, your heart fluttering. “You mean that?”

“Yeah,” he snickered. “I’m sorry you had to see me with Nayeon like that. We were just catching up. She’s got a boyfriend now anyways.”

“I’m not worried about her anymore,” you confirm. “I trust you.”

“You’re gonna have to trust me with all the shit I’m planning to do with you. I did say I wanted to ruin you.” He dives his thumb in your mouth, sucking in a breath when you immediately suck on it. Obedient and ready. “Shit, I’m getting hard again. Wanna have round two back at my place?”

You bite your lip at the prospect, thighs clenching together as you nod.

What can you say? You’re so whipped for your boyfriend. 

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[explorevenus]

piercing porcelain, crimson sap ♡ vampire!steddie x reader (pt. 1)

recommended listening - dracula (nate sees cassie) - labrinth

this part is generally sfw but the bulk of this series will be nsfw (18+) - so minors dni !!!!! or i will call ur mom

word count - 5k

description - in a fantasy world, reader is from a small, remote village. for many years you have been drawn to the mysterious mansion in the woods, the very same mansion you were warned against visiting for so long. you’ve tended to the neglected garden since you were young, growing attached to the strange, abandoned structure, only to one day find out the mansion isn’t as vacant as you’d thought...

tags/warnings - vampire!steddie, dark!steddie, innocent!reader, fem/afab!reader, pet names, no use of (Y/N), stevie is a lil cold at first but he warms up i promise, eddie is v manipulative lol, implied hypnosis, no smut yet but i promise it’s coming, fantasy elements obvi

a/n - ok i know this premise is done to death and like somewhat out of left field for a fucking stranger things fic but HEAR ME OUT. HEAR ME OUT OKAY. i am a SLUT for sexy mysterious vampire boys and i’ll be DAMNED if i don’t turn steve and eddie into sexy mysterious vampire boys at least once before i die. thank u for understanding and if u see this and it flops no u didn’t ♡

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fic below the cut, thanks for reading and i hope u enjoy ♡

-venus ♡

Growing up in the woods, you were always taught to avoid the decrepit old mansion that hid away in the shadows of the tall trees, a warning you would heed with great caution as a child, but not so much as you grew into your teenage years. 

You were 15 when you first felt the urge to rebel, or rather when you first failed to fight it off. Restricting yourself to only the outside of the property, to make yourself feel better about your choices, if anything, you had set off along the overgrown path that winded northeast and just down the valley, into a remote corner of the wilderness where the decaying building loomed tall, quieting the forest around it.

Based on all the horror stories you'd been told over the years, you expected to find the place teeming with evil spirits, or perhaps grotesque monsters; but, it was silent as could be, utterly vacant by the looks of it, and at first, rather underwhelming. You thought to yourself that maybe that was the point of all those hyperbolic cautionary tales that the elders passed down, to build up this great big image of what evil might be hiding away here, only for the purpose of letting down those expectations later. You were ready to give up and walk home, disappointed by your findings (or lack thereof), when you caught sight of a beautiful jungle of plants out of the corner of your eye-- they were bursting through the gaps in an old iron fence. It was a long forgotten garden, and as luck would have it, plenty of the plants there were invaluable for your alchemical endeavors.

Every now and then you would slip away and return to the garden, mindlessly sifting through the salvageable ingredients, and as the years went on you'd made a habit of tidying up the weeds where you could, too. Your interest in alchemy hadn't fully extended to an interest in gardening, so you weren't the most experienced by any means, but it was amazing what the smallest loving touch could do for a long forgotten place. Not to mention, the ridding of the weeds allowed the more sought after plants to properly flourish. It became your own private place, your own little slice of heaven, untouched by anyone but yourself. You loved the community you'd grown up in, but you felt an immense comfort near that strange mansion.

In your adulthood you only began to spend more time at the property, caring for the precious plants and dreaming that the mansion was yours, dreaming that you were not a village witch thieving ingredients for a living but the mistress of a beautiful household, gardening for pleasure in her overabundance of free time. It wasn't so much the material that you wanted, no, but the freedom-- freedom from the dangers of the woods, freedom from that constant worry of being unable to provide for yourself, for your village. It was nice to fantasize sometimes.

On this particular afternoon, it was overcast when you were readying yourself to leave the village, so you saw it fit to bring an umbrella. The prospect of rain didn't bother you a bit, or change your plans to visit the mansion at all-- it had been too long since the last rainfall, so both yourself and the plants were sorely needing it anyway. You lifted the hood of your soft cloak over your head and stepped outside, flower basket in-hand and toting a leather backpack full of various gardening supplies.

Cutting through the trees to that fading old pathway, little rocks and twigs crunching ambiently beneath your boots, you looked up at the grey sky above to see that it was only continuing to darken on the horizon. Thick black clouds loomed in the distance, swallowing up every last bit of sunlight and visibly unleashing buckets of rain upon the northern end of the mountain range, and they were barreling closer at a rate highly noticeable to the naked eye. You briefly considered turning back, but decided to stick to it anyway, given the worst case scenario was having to walk home drenched.

That old iron fence creaked loudly in greeting as you entered, even louder than usual due to the moisture in the air. You closed it softly behind you and made your way over to the patch of nightshade that you'd been tending to. You propped your umbrella up on the stump of a nearby tree, crouched beneath it, and got to work pulling up weeds as little droplets began to fall around you. The petrichor was delightful and comforting, and the rainfall softened the earth enough to make it just a little easier to uproot things. It didn't take long for you to settle into a comfortable autopilot mode as the droplets became gradually larger, and more plentiful.

Eddie and Steve liked this kind of rain.

Any kind of rain was favored, of course, but today was unmistakably a treat. The clouds were so dense and blackened with excess that no sunlight could hope to shine through. There was much excitement to be had on darkened days such as these, for a creature of the night-- the ability to roam during waking hours provided an entirely new insight into the lives and routines of their prospective cattle, and as a bonus, the moisture in the air tended to strengthen certain scents. 

But, in a more wholesome light, it was quite nice to reminisce in the long faded memory of their own mortality, to pretend, if even just for one afternoon, that their hearts may beat with vitality as they once did, that their bodies might once again hunger for fruit or pastries instead of thick red blood. It was a perfect day for a stroll, Eddie thought, and if they were to happen upon something suitable to dine on in the process, well, that's all the better...

Unfortunately, for his own skeptical reasons, Steve didn't seem to agree. He felt that it was too much of a risk to be seen by anyone, that it would blow their cover, and perhaps his paranoia was not entirely unfounded, though Eddie hesitated to give in. Not only had it been a while since the last good rainfall like this, but it had certainly been far too long since they'd found a new plaything, and Eddie was becoming... rather restless. The last few cattle they'd brought in hadn't really wowed him, as they were chosen more out of necessity and convenience than pleasure, and in turn, it took hardly any time at all for him to grow bored with them. Eddie needed something new, something exciting to keep him entertained for much, much longer than that. The weather provided the most enticing opportunity to stalk around, it was a shame that Steve was so adamantly against it. He could really be no fun sometimes.

Eddie was sulking around the mansion while Steve worked away in the upstairs office-- he had taken the additional waking hours as an opportunity to get ahead on his obligations, which was quite characteristically responsible of him, but Eddie couldn't bring himself to sit still, knowing that such a golden opportunity was being wasted. He could only rearrange the liquor cabinet so many times, let alone the furniture-- the exterior of the mansion was to remain untouched, to maintain the illusion of vacancy. With each passing second, the temptation to slip out for a bit to hunt while Steve worked was picking away at him.

Tossing the idea around, just for fun, of course, Eddie approached the nearest window and drew back the heavy red curtains for a peek outside-- just a scan of the property couldn't hurt, right?-- and as his mocha eyes followed along the treeline surrounding the property, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but he froze in place as he picked up on an intriguing scent. Curiously, Eddie cracked the old window open, letting in a draft of the cool, fresh air, and just as he'd hoped, it carried with it the sweet smell of living flesh. The stars couldn't have aligned more beautifully-- there was a human nearby.

To avoid alerting Steve, Eddie quickly sealed the window shut once more, slinking away up the stairs for a better view from the windows in the master bedroom. They were bigger than the ones in the hallway, had a much higher vantage point, and more conveniently, faced the single overgrown path that led to and from the property. Truthfully, he hadn't expected to find much-- Eddie didn't really consider himself lucky, and he knew that the powerful scents carried by the humid air could sometimes be deceiving. 

Still, just as he'd done before, he drew back the curtains and cracked the window, peering outward, noting that the human's scent was stronger here. It was floral and saccharine, like fresh lavender and juicy peach, laced with ribbons of intoxicating iron. Eddie's lashes fluttered as his eyes slid shut in delight, and he allowed himself a moment to breathe in deeply with an open, slightly watering mouth.

His eyes opened again and immediately caught sight of movement on the ground below. Eddie couldn't believe his eyes at first; crouched beneath an umbrella in the garden was a pretty little witch, muddying her slight hands in the thick weeds with no evident knowledge of the mansion's occupants. She wore a pale pink cloak that matched her boots and her umbrella, the white frills of her dress poofing out from beneath it, pointed elven ears peeking through her hair. Eddie could hardly fathom leaving the girl out in the rain-- after all, she must be freezing...

Eddie briefly considered asking Steve for his opinion, but had a sore feeling that he knew what he would say, and it wasn't likely to be in his favor. Deep down, he knew that it might be a reckless move, but the aroma in the air was all too enticing. With every passing second he was losing grasp of his better judgement. The temptation was far too much, and so it was that he gathered an umbrella of his own, and decided he would rather ask for forgiveness later. His sleek black dress shoes went from tapping elegantly across the hardwood floors to sinking into the wet earth. While he wasn't exactly thrilled that his expensive shoes had been exposed to the elements, he knew that the reward could be well worth it. Conveniently, too, the softness of the ground masked the noise of his movements, allowing him a bit more time to observe the girl in her relaxed state. Eddie approached the little elf slowly, not wanting to frighten her. She was so absorbed in her work that she hadn't even looked up.

In all honesty, the girl's unmoving focus and lowered guard brought a little smirk to Eddie's face. Finally, he asked aloud, "My, sweetheart, aren't you cold?" His voice was so warm and sweet, but somehow chilling, too.

You startled, freezing in place as your eyes raked up the length of his body before you-- he was so tall, with long legs clad in nice black slacks that fit him sinfully well, and contrasted to his pale white skin in a way that gave him a nearly unnatural glow. His alabaster face was framed by wildly curly, dark hair, tucked into a messy low bun behind his neck. You couldn't find the words to speak-- he was certainly stunning, a sight for sore eyes, but you had definitely not expected to see anyone out here, let alone in this weather, and it was even weirder that he was able to sneak up on you.

"Oh, you poor thing, you're shivering..." The mysterious man frowned, crouching to your level, fingertips tracing along the underside of her jaw. Little did you know that he was feeling for your pulse. "Why don't you come inside and warm up, hm? We'll get you out of this rain and into some dry clothes."

Inside...? You were only puzzled further-- as far as you knew, this mansion had been vacant for decades, and it certainly looked the part. The garden was far from the only section of it that had fallen into disrepair. The circumstances of this situation were overtly suspicious, but there was something about him that just made it so hard to say no. The mysterious man was equal parts haunting and alluring, comforting and hazardous. Before you could say anything, he reached forward to wrap an arm around your shoulders and then began to usher you indoors.

Shutting the heavy oak door softly behind you, the man rested a hand on your shoulder from behind. "May I take your umbrella?" He kindly asked.

"T-Thank you," You blushed, shakily handing your umbrella over to the man, suddenly being washed over by a feeling of guilt for dripping water all over the beautiful hardwood flooring. "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know anyone lived here--"

"Shh, it's quite alright, angel," He soothed, hand sliding from your shoulder to your collarbone as he stepped forward, and twisted around to face you. Every movement he made was so enchanting, so graceful, you nearly tripped over yourself as he was stepping out of his muddy shoes. "I appreciate the company. It's not often we get visitors out here."

You were then given absolutely no time to ponder the implication of the word 'we' as the man asked for your name. Somewhat warily, you gave it to him. He hummed contentedly, testing the name out on his tongue, and he was very much pleased with how it felt.

"How pretty," He mused. "And how sweet of you to take such good care of our garden... it's nice to meet you. I'm Eddie."

You were immediately flustered at the praise, cheeks flushing bright pink as your eyes darted somewhere else, drinking in your surroundings-- perhaps the outside of the mansion was falling apart, but the inside was truly beautiful. Dark, but beautiful. Intricately carved wooden furniture decorated the space, fine paintings adorned the deep blue walls which flickered a warm orange with cozy candlelight, and the ceilings were so high that it made you feel particularly small. It looked almost regal. 

Eddie gently reached for your hand, bringing you swiftly back to reality. "Why don't you come upstairs and we'll get you out of those wet clothes, hm?" He asked, but he was already leading the way-- again, there was something unnaturally persuasive about him, and it went far deeper than his unparalleled beauty. You rounded a corner and began to ascend the winding staircase, the fine wood creaking softly beneath your steps. 

Clearing your throat nervously, you finally mustered up the courage to speak. "Do you live alone here?"

Eddie shook his head, leading you down a hallway at the top of the staircase. You followed obediently. "I have a roommate, an... old friend, named Steve," Eddie explained over his shoulder. "He's working away in his office, but I hope we see him soon. I would love to introduce you."

Of course, Eddie was well aware that your scent would soon breach the door to Steve's office, that it was only a matter of time until he'd follow it through the house until it led him to the both of you. He knew Steve would be angry with him, but he also knew Steve would have a hard time saying no to such a pretty meal laid out just for him. Eddie was willing to take that risk.

One of two thick oak doors creaked open before you, revealing an immaculate master bedroom. The windows were blocked with heavy black drapes which matched the dark, plush bedding, complimented by the stained wood floor. The walls were painted a deep, navy blue, shrouding the room in darkness save for the soft light of a bedside lamp crafted of Tiffany glass.

"You have a beautiful home," You spoke softly, eyes fixated to the many intricate details of the space that seemed endless, every flick of your eyes uncovering new treasures to be admired-- paintings, trinkets, candles long burnt down and dripping hardened wax down their bases.

Eddie chuckled, gazing at you out of the corner of his eye as he rifled through the closet for something you could wear, though it was hard for him to make a decision. You looked so adorable in your soft colored clothes, even drenched in rain and speckled with earth, and he sadly didn't have anything that matched your gentle appearance.

"Thank you, doll. You're very sweet," He finally replied, and as the words left his lips he noticed your polite manners. You observed your surroundings quietly, hands clasped in front of you as you made the noticed choice not to overstep, not to touch anything without permission, not to look too closely at any one thing. 

It came as a surprise to him when he felt his cold heart swell. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt such a way about someone he'd tricked into his home for a quick meal.

He brought his attention back to the closet, giving up on his own side and choosing instead to rummage through Steve's-- yet another decision he might come to regret, but at least Steve was more likely to own something soft and colorful. Almost immediately his eyes landed on a thick yellow sweater that would surely warm you up. Eddie plucked it off of its hanger and turned to hand it to you.

However, you were lost in an oil painting on the wall, wide eyes glassy with wonder as you looked over each brushstroke of a glowing crescent moon over a stream of rushing water. Eddie and Steve had acquired that painting so long ago that Eddie couldn't even remember where it came from or who painted it, but just how mesmerized you were by the piece was art enough for him.

Eddie cleared his throat to gather your attention, holding the sweater out for you. "Here, this should help you warm up," He smiled, careful not to bare his teeth. He didn't want to scare you off now. Only moments ago he simply wanted to bleed you dry, but now he found himself wanting to taste you, savor you, perhaps even keep you.

Oblivious, you took the garment from him with a smile, amazed at how soft it was. You thanked Eddie quietly before turning around to shed yourself of your dress, undoing the thin ribbons that secured it in the back before letting it slip gently down from your shoulders. You stepped out of the soaked piece carefully, thankful to your past self for choosing to wear tights and thin shorts beneath it, and as you pulled the cozy sweater over your head you delighted in the near immediate warmth that came with it. Shortly after, you gathered your dress from the floor and turned to face him.

"Thank you. Is there somewhere I can hang this to dry?" You asked.

Eddie tried to conceal his smirk as he answered you, "Well, I would say you could hang it on the clothesline, but..." He gestured toward the window which was concealed behind the thick drapes, but the sound of fat rain drops pattering against the glass was clear. "You should stay inside until the rain lets up, hm? I'd be happy to light the fireplace for you."

"I don't know... I should probably get back to the village in case the storm gets any worse," You spoke reluctantly, casting your gaze to the floor in disappointment, a move that was not lost on Eddie. "I might need to help cover the crops. I don't know what we'll do for the winter if our harvest is flooded."

Your disappointment communicated a couple of things to him-- one, you truly wanted to stay and spend time with him, and two, it was likely you'd be easy to convince to do just that. Of course he understood your plight, though he hadn't really considered the struggles of everyday, living, breathing people in a long time, but selfishly...

"Well, how many people live in your village, sweetheart?" He asked. You looked up at him, tilting your head quizzically. He chuckled, clarifying, "I don't get out much. I wouldn't know."

You had to think for a second-- you'd never really counted-- and when you landed on an estimate you were comfortable with, you obliged. "I don't know exactly... 45 or 50, maybe?"

Eddie hummed, crossing his arms casually. "That's a lot of hands. I'm sure they'll fare just fine without your help for a few hours, yeah?"

You pondered for a moment, just beginning to part your lips to accept his offer to stay for a while when another voice cut through the air, disapproving and materializing out of nowhere: "Eddie... What do you think you're doing?"

While you startled at the unexpected voice, jumping slightly where you stood, Eddie could only grin, turning slowly around to face the man in the doorway.

Only logical, you surmised this was the 'friend' Eddie had told you about earlier-- he was tall and athletic, square jaw and long lashes with fluffy brown hair that wisped over his face. The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a thatch of dark hair over his strong chest. Your mouth dried-- the two of them were strikingly, devilishly handsome, especially together, and suddenly you felt your cheeks heating up with confusion over your own feelings and embarrassment for causing a problem.

Eddie's response cut your internal dialogue short. "Stevie! There you are," He greeted innocently. "Remember how you mentioned the garden looked like it was coming back to life? Well, I found the culprit," He joked, gesturing to you as he introduced you by name. Your face burned even hotter.

"...And you found the culprit wearing my shirt?" Steve asked.

You felt your heart sink into yourself. "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know-" You stammered, but Eddie raised his palm to quiet you and spoke for you instead.

"Come on, Steve, look at her... Poor thing got soaked in the rain! Besides, doesn't she look adorable in yellow?"

Suddenly you felt hot for a different reason. You looked down to the floor to hide your face-- little did you know they could both hear your heart pounding. Still staring at the floor, you spoke up again, a little louder this time. "Um, I'm sorry for intruding... You can have your shirt back and I'll just go. I didn't mean to cause any problems."

As you looked up to make your way toward the door, you accidentally locked eyes with Eddie. An unexpected wave of calm washed over you, stopping you in your tracks.

"Nonsense, sweetheart," Eddie said. "You're not intruding at all."

Steve gave him a look that missed you completely, a look you wouldn't have been able to read anyway in your trance-like state. You couldn't really manage to speak, let alone interpret the silent communication between two men who were obviously so close with each other that the most subtle physical cues could speak a thousand words. 

Eddie put a hand on your shoulder. It was cold.

He smiled at you confidently. "Would you mind giving us the room for a moment, doll?"

Your feet were carrying you to the door before his words even fully sank in. Your gaze lingered on Steve for just a moment as you passed by him on your way out-- he was intently watching you go, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame. You weren't sure how to feel about that.

Plopping down to sit at the top of the staircase, you tugged at the sleeves of the yellow sweater and wondered what kind of conversation they were having. It was overtly obvious Steve didn't want you there, but Eddie seemed quite sure of his ability to change Steve's mind. Having just met him less than an hour ago, you didn't know him well enough to trust his judgment on that. 

A tall grandfather clock ticked rhythmically down the hall, echoing each passing second. You picked idly at your tights just to pass the time, hoping Eddie's offer to light the fireplace for you would still be in the question, should Steve decide you could stay. You could faintly hear the timbre of their voices muted by the thick wooden door, but you couldn't make out what was being said or even discern the emotion behind it. All you could do was sit there, practicing your patience. Part of you wondered if you should just leave the sweater in your place and go, if it weren't for the fact your dress was still in the bedroom and you had no idea where Eddie put your umbrella.

You were too absorbed in your thoughts to notice the hallway had quieted. Apparently you were also too absorbed in your thoughts to notice the sound of the bedroom door opening.

"You do look rather cute in that sweater," A voice startled you from behind. Clutching your chest, you turned to face the source of it, surprised to find Steve. He was noticeably calmer and offering you his hand to help you up. "I might just have to let you keep it."

Shocked, you blushed as you took his hand, rising gently from where you sat. His hand was cold too. "T-Thanks," You stuttered. "I'm sorry if I caused any problems-"

"You didn't," He cut you off with a warm smile. "I promise. The apology is mine-- I'm sorry for coming off the way I did. You didn't do anything wrong."

"There you go, Stevie," Eddie chimed in from the bedroom doorway. You were beginning to sense a pattern that they had a unique ability to sneak up on you. "See? I knew you could play nice."

Steve shook his head, giving you an exasperated look that communicated quite well to you that Eddie was no stranger to successful persuasion such as this. "Let's get that fireplace lit, shall we?"

Guiding you down the stairs by your hand, Eddie trailing close behind, Steve led you to the parlor and encouraged you to make yourself comfortable as he knelt before the fireplace, stacking nearby logs of firewood into the soot-stained enclosure. Eddie was quick to replace Steve's hand with his own, leading you over to the couch. He offered to brew some tea for you, which you eagerly accepted, and as he made his way to the kitchen you found yourself sinking into the soft couch and watching Steve turn the gas valve at the bottom of the fireplace, striking a match to set the lumber alight at last.

Steve sat on the couch to your left, leaned coolly against the arm. The light from the fire cast a flickering orange glow over his handsome features.

He asked you about how you'd found yourself here, what measures you'd taken to revive the garden and what your village was like. He seemed hesitant to tell you much about his own past, other than that he came from a family in the city that he wasn't particularly close with. You let it slide, figuring there was much more to it than that, and you didn't feel comfortable prying.

Soon Eddie returned with a hot cup of tea, cautioning you to be careful of its temperature before he handed it off to you. You hadn't asked what kind it was, but it smelled delightfully earthy and herbal and a little bit minty, sure to chase the chill from your bones. You thanked him with a polite smile as he sat on the couch to your right, cradling the warm porcelain in your hands.

The three of you continued to chat, learning more about each other as you all became comfortable and opened up a bit. You learned that Eddie plays guitar-- he promised to show you sometime. You learned that Steve used to be an incredible athlete. You learned that the two of them met in school, that they hated each other at first, but have since been inseparable for a longer period of time than either of them could recall. You told them about your family, about your aptitude for horticulture. You promised to teach them how to care for their plants.

The conversation came to a comfortable break, the parlor draped in silence other than the pleasant sound of wood crackling in the fireplace. You were a sip or two away from finishing your tea when Steve leaned forward, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear as he asked, "Do you believe in the supernatural?"

It was an odd question that seemed to come out of nowhere. You nodded slightly. "I mean... yeah. Living in the woods for so long, I know quite well that there are many things on this Earth that nature couldn't possibly explain." You quietly sipped your tea.

"Does it scare you?" Eddie smirked, planting a cool hand on your knee. Suddenly you were feeling nervous under the pressure of their attention. You finished the last of your tea, leaning forward to set your empty mug on the coffee table.

"Not really," You replied, eyes focused on the fire. "Everything in nature requires a balance. Light and dark, hot and cold..."

"Predator and prey?" Eddie added.

You tensed a little bit, nodding. "Sure, that's a great example. It's all Gaia's will."

"Even if you were the prey?" Steve asked.

"Y-Yeah, I mean, of course," You hummed, wishing now that you hadn't finished your tea so fast. You needed something to fidget with. "It's all Gaia's will," You repeated.

Eddie's hand repositioned from your knee to your thigh so smoothly that you almost hadn't noticed. "Hmm... What about pain and pleasure?"

Steve's yellow sweater was beginning to feel rather hot on your body. Your breath hitched in your throat. "Absolutely," You answered innocently, although your voice shook. "It all contributes to a delicate balance."

You weren't stupid. You knew where they were going with this... or at least you thought you did. Oddly enough, as you'd answered just moments before, you weren't scared.

Maybe if you'd really known what you were in for, you would have been.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie x reader #steddie x you #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #venustext #vampire steddie #vampire steve harrington #vampire eddie munson #sintext

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𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

masterlist • PART TWO

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: You are content watching Eddie Munson from afar, ignoring the giant “what-if” that looms over you. It’s safer that way. But after a shitty party, some weed, and a lot of heart ache, it becomes clear you two share more than a class. If only the rest of the world didn’t just think you were two stupid kids not meant for each other.

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎:: some fluff, some angst, as well as mentions and usage of weed. let me know if i missed anything!

𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎: HEAVILY based on the song Call You Mine. And my sister’s first love, lol. I’d suggest giving it a listen to feel sentimental about our boy. Really am enjoying writing this story. Hope you enjoy it! If there’s, any mistakes, I’ll tweak it later. This is like my fourth time trying to post it because the website version of tumblr is a cnut (intentionally misspelled) and blanks a post out at a certain length so I’m just trying to post this and not break my macbook out of anger. 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭.

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“Jesus,” You mumbled, gritting your teeth as you pushed the sweaty back of Gary Newman off of you and weaved your way through the crowd, finally breaching the back yard sliding door.

Steve Harrington was throwing one of his “legendary” (they were just alright in your opinion) ragers, and after your friends had mentioned they’d be going, you’d decided to do so, as well. Mostly for the jungle juice and the excuse to get high with your friends, which is what you were currently trying to do.

When the party inside started to get a little rowdy, you’d all agreed to go hang out by the pool and smoke. You’d gone back to your car, parked ridiculously far away, to retrieve the joint but making it back through the house had been a fucking struggle.

A fucking struggle that proved to be pointless because none of those bitches were out here yet. “We’ll meet you outside, Y/n.” You mimic Judy in a pitch much too high to be accurate as you weaved around the stragglers who’d also moved outside, and rested against the side of the house. Now you were just gonna have to stand there and wait because there was no way in hell you were going in to that mess to search for them. Less than five minutes later, you decided you weren’t going to wait, so you pulled the joint out from behind your ear and pulled the neckline of your long sleeve back to reach into your bra for your lighter. That was not there. 

Fuck. “Fuck.” You mumbled, slapping your thigh in annoyance. How could you forget your lighter? This party sucked. “Need a light?” 

You jumped in surprise, eyes darting over to the figure leaning against the wooden fence across from you. You didn’t think anyone else was sober enough to pay you any mind.

“Yeah, actually I do.” You were about to move over, desperate for any form of salvation when he pushed himself off the fence and walked closer to you. Long hair, very Steven Tyler, leather jacket and jean vest. You recognized him from school, Eddie Munson. Your asshole was clenching ridiculously hard to prevent your stomach from dropping right out of it. 

Your interactions were limited and only consisted of small pleasantries exchanged in passing. But, you’d harbored a fascination, then admiration turned longing for him. It had started with you simply being bored at lunch one day at the end of sophomore year, you had zoned out until you realized you were staring at Eddie. Then the curiosity set in. You went from glancing at him every once in a while, to full on observing whenever he was within your sight, admiring his every—okay well not every—move he made. He was boisterous, yes, but usually only when people he seemed to care enough about were around. Otherwise, he seemed bored and uninterested with his surroundings.

You started to really notice him. Somehow, he ended up becoming the reason you were excited to go to school, you had danced around your room after the first day of senior year when you realized you had a class with him. Not in a creepy way, you just happened to get up and immediately come to the conclusion that you may see Eddie Munson that day (and it always left you disappointed on the days where you didn’t because he hadn’t showed up), just like you made sure you looked good every day in case that was the day he happened to notice your existence beyond just considering you a background character. Meanwhile, he was an enigma to you. But unfortunately, Eddie only seemed to notice the classmates he disliked (probably because he always had to watch his back for them), he didn’t really interact with you, other than those passing hellos. You never understood why they were so cruel to him. There were plenty of other people around the school who were also unique in their own way and fashion, but they didn’t get nearly the amount of shit Eddie did. And so what if he got held back twice? You didn’t see anything wrong with that in the first place. Sure, you were in a similar position, but literally no one had noticed until you told a select few (and you mean few), so why did they notice it so much with him? How they treated him was why you were so afraid for the rest of them to realize you had missed an entire year of high school. You weren’t popular enough for anyone to hold you to any high standards, but you were nice to everyone, meaning everyone knew you in a good light. You had a small group of personal friends, but that’s all you would tolerate. You couldn’t really risk your secret getting out.

Eddie reached into his vest pocket and produced a lighter, flicking it on for you while he held it up to your joint. You were fighting for your life to act cool and not freeze up. You put the filter between your lips and inhaled as the tip burned and leaned back to blow the smoke away from you after a few moments of taking it to the head. “Thanks, Eddie.” “No problem.” Something across the yard caught his eye, and with a small smile in your direction, he slipped away. Like always, you couldn’t help but stare after him until you couldn’t see him anymore, intrigued with his mystery, though he was probably just using this party as way to sell out his inventory or something. You had planned on sharing your joint with your friends, but they never came out to find you and when it became clear they wouldn’t be joining you, you finished it off yourself, taking your sweet damn time.

Half an hour later, pleasantly high, and feeling light as kite, you made your way over to the pool side, squeezing between bodies so you could snub out the blackened remains of it in one of the cigarette trays on the small tables, and ran into Judith in a conversation with Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler and a couple of others. You noticed how comfortable Steve seemed to be with Jonathan and Nancy being cuddled up together, but you figured that had something to do with the way he was looking at Judy who gave you a grin, causing your face to break out into a smile.

“Hey, you, we’ve been searching for you!” You blew a raspberry, but couldn’t find it in yourself to be annoyed because it’s Judy! That’s your bestie, right there. It’s the weed thinking for you. “I have been waiting out here for minutes.” She smirked, leaning against Steve as she really took you in. She seemed to be debating on something with herself before she replied, “Four minutes?”

You frowned. “No, for minutes. Wait, are you saying four minutes as in like the number four or are you saying it like for—“

“I’m fucking with you because you’re stupid high right now.” She laughed, reaching a hand out to squeeze your shoulder affectionately. “Oh.” And then you laughed, because it’s surprisingly hilarious. “Funny, you got me. What were we talking about, though?” The group seemed to let out a chuckle at that, and Judy continued to humor you. “Nothing, hun. How much jungle juice did you have?”

You knew very well you were too high to handle voicing numbers out loud, so you just held up hand. “This many.” “Five?” She seemed a little incredulous at that, and you felt a little proud of yourself when you added, “Like two hours ago and I haven’t even had the urge to pee yet.” “Oh, god. Okay, why don’t we get you home?” Truthfully, you’d had the same idea when you finished your joint since this party wasn’t providing you much amusement but you didn’t want to drag Judy of all people away. Especially since you knew about Steve’s not so subtle crush on her, and truth be told you were kind of rooting for them since you thought the college guy she’d been seeing since sophomore year—red flag, everybody, red flag—was too old for her.

“Yeah but also no.” She raised an eyebrow but you were determined to make sense. “You stay, I’ll go. My car is stupid far anyways, and I’ll just chill in there until I’m good to drive.” You don’t bother waiting for a reply, just lean into her personal space to give the tip of her nose a boop. “This isn’t my first rodeo, and I’m not that stupid.”

Luckily for you, she knows you’re actually somewhat responsible, even under the influence, and she trusts that you won’t be driving, but you’re sure she’s gonna go out periodically to check on you, which is why she lets you go.

You don’t bother saying goodbye to everyone else because, truthfully, you can’t remember most of their names right now, and instead head out the side gate.

You make it to the end of the driveway before you hear your name being called and turn around to see Eddie Munson making his way towards you. He lingers a little ways from you before he shakes his head and then he’s right in front of you, so close you can see the beauty mark near his mouth. “You, uh, you want some company?” You’re struck stupid for some reason—the reason being that you’re high and Eddie Munson is really beautiful. “For what?” You were confused though, did he think you were sticking around the party?

“While you sober up in your car,” His eyebrows pinched together, but the answer made you even more confused. How the hell did he know you were going to your car?

Eddie seemed to realize that was the question plaguing you before his lips slowly curled into the most handsome smirk you had ever seen in your entire life and added, “I was standing next to you, sweetheart.” Standing next—Oh! He was standing right next to Judy when you had moved in to the area they were occupying to put out the joint. And you had shoved your way in-between them to do so. You were too…preoccupied to notice anyone other than the people who had been facing you were. “Oh, right. Sorry, I’m a little…” You trailed off, doing some weird gesture with your hand that meant nothing. “Fuzzy headed.”

Eddie’s smirk had softened, observing you for a moment. You couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his eyes were. So big, and so warm. He was the reason you knew brown eyes were your favorite.

“You mentioned your car is down the street. My van is right across the street.” He pointed to the van in question, just a couple of yards away. “We can hang out in it if you want, and I can drive you to your car when you’re good to go.” Realistically (meaning other than what you noticed during your countless hours of staring at him) you knew very little about Eddie. You knew he’s big on fantasy stuff since he’s the leader and founder of the Hellfire Club, you knew he doesn’t shy away from trouble, meaning the jocks at school. You knew he must not care what anyone else thinks, that must be why he’s never afraid to speak his mind.  

But you also know about how whenever you do spot him at school, you can’t seem to really look away. Whenever he leaves the lunchroom early, you feel the urge to get up and go after him. You want to know what he’s doing. What goes through his head, what it is his friends at the table he sits at say to make him laugh so hard. 

You know your interactions with Eddie have been minimal, but more than anything you want to know why you remember them so well, why you get that open-hole-in-your-stomach sense of longing when he goes just beyond your sight, just out of reach. Because, yeah, what the hell is up with that? “Sure, company wouldn’t kill me. I mean, I suppose you could, actually. I’m just gonna assume you don’t plan on it tonight.” You both started walking over and your statement made him laugh. That open hole feeling in your stomach appeared again. 

“No, this is only the first time we’re hanging out. I’ve got to save that for later.” He continued to chuckle as he pulled the back door open, holding it for you. “After you, milady.” You did a little curtsy before climbing in. “Why, thank you, good sir.” He climbed in right after you, and left the door open, much to your relief. You were eager at the idea of getting a peak into Eddie Munson’s world, but doing so in a closed off, confined space would activate your asthma or something. 

To your absolute delight, his van wasn’t clean. It wasn’t super messy either, but knowing you had got a couple of things to soak in about him made you feel giddy. There was a couple of fast food wrappers scattered around the rug he had back there. Some magazines that you were dying to pick up and read to see why he bought them in the first place, and pillows. You stared at them and tried not to think about whose head other than his once rested on them. Did he bring a lot of girls back here to hang out? God, you hoped that’s all they did with him. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company.” He gave you a sheepish grin as he scratched the top of his head.

You couldn’t keep it in. “Do you?” He raised his eyebrows in confusion, so you added, “Usually expect company?” 

He held your stare (thank god you were high because you would never be this brave, eye contact is usually something you can’t maintain) and that big smirk makes another appearance as he settled back into the pillows. “Not a whole lot people want to spend some quality time with the town freak.” 

Okay, but did he mean quality time as quality time or did he mean it as quality time? If it was the latter, you were glad no one wanted it with him. Maybe there was hope for you, though you’d take either version. No, both. “And here I was thinking you were a rolling stone by choice.” You joked, and when he laughed, it sent electricity down your spine. There was a momentary lull in the conversation as you played with the rug, fingertips tracing over one of the patterns. “I don’t usually see you at these things, in fact, I’ve only seen you at one other.” You glanced up at his statement, surprised to find him already looking at you. “I uh-no, I don’t—parties are nice, um the idea of them, actually. I guess. The reality, not so much. I have to either be stupid drunk, high out of my mind, or both as I currently am.” You gestured down to yourself, wondering if you just imagined the way his eyes seemed to follow your hands’ path. “And even then, I can barely enjoy myself because I’m trying to make sure some guy doesn’t try to touch my boob while I’m not completely lucid.”

He made a face at that. “That’s fucking gross. I’ve got an idea.” “Produce.” You encouraged, tucking your legs to the side. “You tell me the name of every single guy who has tried to take advantage you like that, and I kick them in the teeth.” That got a laugh out of you, too easy for you to picture. 

“As charming as that is, most of them are on sports teams, can’t fight one-on-one, and I’d prefer it if you didn’t get jumped. Kinda like you better not beat up.” You mused, shyly glancing up at him from beneath your lashes.

“Yeah?” He tucked an arm behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. “You just might be the first.” “Well, that’s a pity. I’m sorry everyone is so mean to you.” You don’t know why you’re apologizing for them, you just want to make sure he knows they’re the problem. Not him. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty cool.” 

You already seem to have his attention, but he tensed up at that. “You think I’m cool? Alright, Trix, who put you up to this? Jason and co. waiting to jump me outside the van?”

You can tell he’s teasing but there’s something in his voice that makes you want to reassure him. Your gaze moved back down to the rug. “I just think you’re really…interesting, I guess. I like how you dress. I like how you don’t let all the shit they say,” you gestured vaguely to the party outside the van, “get to you enough to change yourself. And I like how you’re always you, you don’t pretend for even a second to not be.” 

You wanted to continue, to go into depth about all the times you watched him during lunch, English, and every little scene in between. Tell him how he was a beacon for your attention, that you time your last water break at cheer practice to match up with the time his Hellfire sessions end so you can watch him walk to his van in the parking lot, a cigarette always firm between his lips. How you noticed he plays with his rings when he’s thinking hard about something, how animated his eyes get during a conversation he’s enjoying, how he he can’t avoid not talking with his hands or about how even if he thinks you don’t know him, or maybe you really don’t, you want to know him. You want to so badly.

But you didn’t continue, your mouth opened but you thought better of it, and swallowed it down instead, chest heaving a silent sigh. He wouldn’t be interested in you anyways. You risked a glance up at him, he hadn’t looked away from you, but his face was unreadable. Was he even listening?

“Well, shit.” He said, eventually. “You left me flabbergasted. Fuck, that’s gotta be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.” You hadn’t even said much so that made you sad. If you didn’t have feelings for him, you’d just tell him everything because it wouldn’t have that meaning but it does. It does have that meaning. Or at least, you want it to.

You could feel warmth flooding your cheeks, but you were determined to not let yourself get your hopes high. You’d been harboring all of this for two years now. One night wasn’t about to change anything. Come Monday morning, you’d be back to being passing strangers. Admiring him from afar, worked best. Why bother setting yourself up for disappointment? 

“What can I say? Weed brings out the honesty in me.” You shrugged it off, sitting up straighter. Risking another glance back at him was too much of a gamble. You focused your attention on the street outside of the open door, a breeze slipping in. Wait a minute. Trix? 

“Hey—why’d you call me that?” Now that you have a fair excuse to look at him, it thrilled you to discover he still hadn’t been looking away. His eyebrows pinched together as he relayed your conversation to figure out what you were referring to. “What? Trix?” You nodded and the corners of his lips curled right back into that big grin, teeth gleaming. “Because of the cereal mascot. I said I’ve only seen you at one other party.” He doesn’t offer up anything else, but as you squint at him, the realization slowly dawns on you.

Hannah McKellar was known for her parties’ strict themes. If you didn’t follow, you weren’t allowed in. Which usually sucked, because her parents’ liquor selections were vast and plenty. This past Halloween; however, she changed the theme of her Halloween party from “Your Worst Fear” to whatever the hell anyone wanted to be. She didn’t care all that much since she had started dating Brad Bishop. Word didn’t reach you until about five minutes into your arrival at the party, when you were sure you’d heard a record screech after stepping in and had to force your way through the crowd, ignoring all the looks and snickering from people as you passed them.

She had apologized profusely, and you had pretended not to mind all that much, but standing in a full blown rabbit costume while everyone else looked stupid sexy was too humbling. You’d spent the rest of the night explaining to anyone who asked (everyone) why you looked like the easter bunny. A stupid fucking rabbit was the mascot for that damn cereal brand. Eddie had been there. And he had seen you.

“Nooooo!” You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment, eyes squeezing shut to try and wake up from the nightmare. You could hear Eddie laughing and then some slight shuffling as he moved over to take your hands in his and pry them off of you. “Don’t be embarrassed. I thought it was really cute. Didn’t realize you were so terrified of bunnies though, Trix." Your face was on fire, but you couldn’t help but smile shyly once you opened your eyes and saw him so close to you, with that look in his eyes. God, he was so pretty! It wasn’t fair. “I don’t like the way they thump their feet! It’s scary, and they look like they bite hard. Have you seen them from the front? They’re terrifying.”

“They’re harmless! Come on, they just focus on burrowing, eating, and for lack of a better term, fucking like rabbits.” He was teasing you again, and you were finding that to be a very appealing trait of his. “Trust me, I’ve read Watership Down.”

“Well, so have I and that’s precisely why I don’t trust them and their surprisingly sophisticated existence.” You must have said something good, because he absolutely lit up. “You read Watership Down? Holy shit, you’re right out of my dreams. Was that terminology insane, or what?”

“Every time I re-read it, I pronounce that Lore words differently, but I liked it. Can’t stand real rabbits, but the imagery in it is just too good.” Eddie looked like the cat who had gotten the cream, seemingly pleased. Maybe because you had a shared interest? Who cares, the way he looked at you right then had you feeling like you weren’t a background character to him. Not looking through you, he was looking at you.

You felt like that damn cat, too.

“You taking recommendations?” He looked a little shy as he asked, and you can’t possibly figure out why in the world he thought there was a chance that you’d say no to him. “Think you might like Lord of the Rings.”

You winced, and could see him deflate a little so you rushed to explain.

 “I’ve already read Lord of the Rings. And The Hobbit. Junior year.” When you had seen him reading it one day at Lunch, you convinced your mom to drive you to the local bookstore so you could use your allowance to buy a copy. You had gone back to the shop for it’s prequel two days later. “Though, I’ve re-read them a couple of times since.” Both books looked beat up enough to have been owned by you for much longer than they actually had.

Eddie tilted head back and sighed before letting himself slump to the floor of the van with a thud.

You panicked, leaning forward to grasp his shoulder. Did he just faint on you? Oh, god. “Eddie? Are you okay?”

An eye cracked open to look at you, and your chest heaved with relief before you were glaring down at him with nothing short of amusement at his theatrics. It was funny now that you knew you weren’t going to have to break traffic laws to get him to the ER.

“Sorry, your mystique keeps knocking me out.” You can’t even think about how your hand is still holding his shoulder, not when he reaches his own hand out to cradle your side. You can feel the heat from his hands melting into your skin even through the fabric. God, this was gonna give you so much fuel for your bedtime fantasies tonight.

You smiled at the compliment, but your nose wrinkled a little. “Mystique?” You thought about how your routine consisted of school, cheer practice, and a lot of time spent in your room or trying to amuse myself. When you ditch school, it’s to just stay at home, you don’t even do anything good with that free time. You don’t go out much, and you’re normally in bed by 10. Pretty mundane, to you. “I’m hardly mysterious, Eddie. I’ve got as much unpredictability as a traffic light.”

“You don’t give yourself nearly enough credit, Trix.” He pushed himself up on his elbows. 

“Please,” you scoffed, with a roll of your eyes. “There’s nothing all that special about me. Don’t get me wrong, I like how I look, I know I have a decent-ish life, but there’s nothing really all that surprising, I guess.” Not like there is with him, anyways. 

He looked thoughtful for a minute, tilting his head. “I wouldn’t consider going missing for a year as relatively expected.” Your eyes widened in surprise, mouth opening and closing a few times. Your silence seemed to make him a little uncomfortable, or maybe embarrassed.

“You, uh stopped showing up a couple of weeks into my junior year, so I think you would’ve been a sophomore, right? We had Spanish together, actually. And then you just stopped showing up. I thought, maybe you’d moved away, but then you came back the next year. Only you were still a sophomore.”

You pulled away from him, moving to sit criss cross again, as you could feel the mortification oozing over you like a nasty, thick slime. Out of all the things Eddie could have noticed, why’d it have to be that?

He didn’t say anything when you moved away, just watched you carefully. It was obvious he didn’t expect you to tell him why you’d disappeared, he was just stating his observation, but the story behind your missing year of high school was still a sore spot, one that you didn’t ever think would mend completely. It was the number one cause of tension in your life, especially between you and your parents.

“You okay? Didn’t mean to bring up something unpleasant.” You could see him rubbing the back of his neck from your peripheral vision before scooting closer towards you. “It’s okay. I just, I wasn’t expecting that,” But you should have, because if you’d learned anything about Eddie during your observations, it was how unpredictable he could be. “You’re the first person to actually have noticed. Or at least, say something about it.”

“Trix, I promise you, I’m the last person who would judge you for getting held back,” If only it had been that simple. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I’ve never thought any less of you.”

He nudged his shoulder up against yours, and the tender look he gave you made you want to cry, tell him the truth and kiss him all at once. Not that you were thinking about his pretty pink lips, or how you’d barely even have to angle your head up to just—

“There you are!” The other door to the van flung open, and you and Eddie both flinched away from each other in surprise. Judy appeared, holding a hand out to you. “I think I’m all done here. Tired. Let's go home.” Your eyes scanned over her, and you could see the wet sheen over her eyes. She was holding back tears. She looked stiff and impatient, a startling contrast to the last time you’d seen her cuddled up to Steve. 

You turned your attention to Eddie, only to find that he’d already gathered himself, staring straight through you and at Judy with no readable emotion. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought he hadn’t just been trying to establish a connection with you.

When it became clear he wasn’t going to acknowledge any of that, your heart plummeted from its place in your chest, to somewhere deep inside of you where the disappointment you had convinced yourself you’d feel if you ever worked up the courage to approach him, lay in waiting. “Okay,” You mumbled, proud of the way your voice didn’t waver despite the fact that you were pretty sure the guy you’d been mooning over wanted to pretend like he didn’t know you. You were in his damn van with him! You crawled forward and hopped out of said vehicle. Judy immediately looped her arm through yours, guiding you down to where she knew you parked your car. You noticed Steve, standing in the middle of his walkway, looking very obviously upset as he watched you two. You turned your head just a little more to see Eddie walking towards him, past him, and then into the house again. He didn't look back at you. Not for a single second.

“I got a ride with Dina, but do you mind if I sleepover tonight?” Truthfully, all you wanted to do was go home, scrub the night off you, and sink into your bed to hide from that giant fucking weight that’s pressing down on your chest, but you know nothing good will come from you being alone. You’ll just end depressed over it, you already can tell.

Besides, Judy needed you and this would provide you with a distraction, so you agreed.

As you drove past the loud house in your beetle, you couldn’t help but rake your gaze across it, hoping you’d see him somewhere looking back. You didn’t. You ignored your chest aches as you drove down the rest of the quiet street.

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[elaine-in-the-membrane]

What the Evans bring to the party 🥂

(I was party planning and thought this would be funny)

Tate: teen angst and cigarettes

Kit: drinks, is the designated driver

Frat Kyle: he's a frat boy from New Orleans, this man is hosting the party and making Jungle Juice

Franken Kyle: himself and that is good enough

Jimmy: you already knows what he brings to parties ;)

James March: champagne, cocaine, gasoline, and most things in between (i.e. murder)

Kai: "Vote for Kai Anderson" pins, stickers, and signs

Colin: chips and homemade Buffalo chicken dip (that his mom taught him how to make) (it's delicious and there is not enough of it)

Peter: snacks for himself (Twinkies)

Warren: weed

@babygorewhore @taintandviolent @spill-the-t @brknlamb @wh0re43van @aceofcrowsnest @thejesterenthusiast

#did you like the patd reference #evan peters #american horror story #american animals #xmen

[imeverywoman420]

generic astrology bullshit: virgos are neat and shy little nerds that just read books and meditate they love being healthy and careful and they can be shy when it comes to sex :)

Every virgo ive met including myself in some ways: their bedroom looks like a jungle habitat, either does molly wayyyy too much or the weed and adderall/vyvanse Jim jones special, committing felony breaking and enterings before 10 am on a wednesday, opens a spirit halloween just because fuck it why not, casino waitresses, gogo dancers, Has the mannerisms of a stoned teenage boy camp counselor, vape attached to the hand like a barbie accessory, VIRGO WOMEN LOVE MANSPREADING, high school dropouts etc

[hotmentransformed]

I Am Weed

Fuck. You were tired. So tired of being pushed around by everyone at school. You were much shorter than everyone else in your class, and that meant that the taller guys would pick on you. Although you were a freshman in college, your voice still had yet to deepen with puberty. You sounded and looked like a whiny teenager.

You loved music and saw that the school rock band was looking for a new frontman. There was no way they'd ever take you on. You were too short, too whiny, and had no star quality. You were not the rock star that they needed. You wanted to try it anyways. You never know!

To calm your nerves before heading to the band, you had bought some weed from Chuck down the hall from you. You had never smoked before, but Chuck told you it was strong and would make you feel much better. He even rolled it up for you, so that all you had to do was light it and enjoy the ride.

Returning to your dorm room, you pulled out your Boy Scout lighter and lit the end of the blunt. Hesitant, you slowly lifted the end to your mouth and inhaled.

Cough, cough, cough "Man, this shit is strong" you sputtered.

You lifted the blunt to your lips and inhaled once again. Everything became slightly fuzzy. Your head felt lighter, but your body felt heavier. As you sat down on your bed, you took another hit. You felt a warm sensation on your back, almost like the sun. As you sat there, taking hit after hit. The warmth spread across your body, becoming almost unbearable. You stripped naked, trying to ease some of the discomforts of the heat. As the warmth further spread, it brought with it a fuzziness and color. Almost as if someone had rubbed paint all over your body, the color snaked way across your torso, snaking around your side onto your chest and up and down your body.

As the warmth continued stroking your arms and legs, you felt them stretch. Bright, blond hairs began poking their way out of your follicles and curling on your body. The warmth stretched your torso, distorting the colors until they began to resemble intricate patterns, images, and letters.

The warmth stretched you further. You were 6'4" now, nearly a foot taller than before you had lit the blunt. The warmth massaged your face as your features began to sharpen, and your hair grew out and lightened into a fierce blond. On the opposite end of your body, the warmth pulled at your toes and feet, stretching them in your socks several sizes larger. You wiggled your toes as that blond curly hair grew all over the tops of your toes and feet. They were now Size 12s, wide and long enough to support your new height.

The warmth dissipated around the rest of your body, concentrating on your dick. As it stroked you, you moaned in pleasure, not noticing your large Adam's apple bobbing in your neck and the deep voice coming from your mouth. Your dick began to grow further and further away from your body, escaping the ever-thickening jungle of blond, curly hairs surrounding it. As you neared climax, you felt everything in your head being churned into your balls. You screamed in ecstasy as you shot out all of your memories of being a skinny, good-for-nothing dweeb.

Gasping for air, you grabbed the towel next to you and wiped the cum from your strong, inked chest. Throwing on a dirty tank top and some old white pants, you snapped a pic to upload to Instagram.

You uploaded, and the thirst comments were already rolling in. Smiling to yourself, satisfied, you put your phone away. Opening the door, you found yourself in the backstage area. Being ushered by people wearing black, you were handed a microphone. Someone lifted a jacket over your arms. You could hear the roar of the crowd: you are a rockstar. Waiting for the cue, the cheers became deafening. At the nod of the stage manager, you ran out onto the stage, at which point the crowd went insane.

As the band started playing, and the fans started jumping with the beat, you screamed into the mic:

"I Am Weed"

#celebrity tf #celebrity #tf #male tf #transform #transformation #male transformation #celeb tf #celeb #machine gun kelly #Machine gun kelly tf #colson baker tf #colson baker #musician tf

[pickles-24]

All Eyes on You ( Felix)

4- Overindulgence

Author's note: This is my first fic In a while please be patient. ( Daisy Lyn is the Musian name - this is not real-)

PAIRING: College Felix!! x Musician fem reader!!

GENRES: social media au, smut, fluff, angst, mystery, drama, enemies to lovers, college au, celebrity au, non-idol au

WARNINGS: cursing, slow-burn, alcohol/drug consumption, addiction, sexual jokes/ sexual content, toxic relationships, mental health disorders, trauma, mentions of abuse, offense jokes (NOT RACIST NOR ANYTHING LIKE THAT), Felix and MC have a small age gap (He's older by 2 1/2 years) THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY LINKED TO THE REAL DEALS!

SUMMARY: You're an up-and-coming musician with a decent platform. You and a Friend of Felix's get close eventually leading you to meet Him. Liking each other at first, wasn't in the cards due to several misunderstandings. Throughout the year You start gaining attention from more than just your fans. All eyes are on you.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" You ask not sure what could have happened to piss him off this time. The only thing you did was be extremely high. Felix looked at you again, making eye contact, "She is gone." He muttered to himself. Clearly, he didn't do a good job because you heard him. "What do you mean by that?" You ask your voice softer than you intended. He makes a turn out of your street, ignoring your question.

"Hey, Y/N." Jisung called from the backseat," Are you Daisy Lyn?" It wasn't the first time that someone asked you that. "Yeah, I am." Seungmin punched his arm, "I fucking told you, I knew I recognized her from TikTok." You turned your head and looked at him, "You know me from Tiktok?" You ask as your half-lidded eyes light up. Maybe that's what Felix meant by you being gone.

Nah. You felt great, You felt like yourself. "Yeah I've followed you for a while, I'm actually a fan." Felix raised his eyebrows, were you TikTok famous or something? That would explain why you were so out of touch with things. "I'm surprised I have a fan like I'm not famous or anything." You smiled at Seungmin, "Thanks for the support."

Felix rolled up to the Kappa Kappa Alpha house and told the boys to get out, "Y/N are you coming with us?" Jisung asked as Felix shook his head, we'll be there in a minute I need help with something. And drove off to go park. "What do you need help with?" You ask as he sighs, "How high are you?" That's why he was in a mood first, You forgot to spray perfume before getting in his car.

"Shit, I'm sorry I forgot to put more perfume." You apologized to him. "I don't like you but I wasn't trying to be disrespectful and make your car smell like weed." You explained as He shook his head, "Whatever, I don't care if you like me or not." He retorted back, "And you don't smell enough to get my car to reek of weed." Why the fuck was he being like that for. "Ok, then what the fucks is the problem? Do you have something against smoking? What's the big deal?"

That's when it hit you that the car had stopped moving, and without saying anything else you left the car and slammed the door. When you got in front of the sorority house Jisung and Seungmin were waiting outside, "Hey where's Felix?" You rummaged through your purse annoyed. "He's in the car," You pulled out your disposable and took a pull from it. You had a bad habit of smoking at any minor inconvenience. "Let's go in and meet up with everyone." You say as the boys nod and walk inside.

Once inside you find Soon and Minnie near the drinks. “Hey,” You say as you grab a cup of jungle juice. “Oh girl is higher then the clouds,” Soojin giggled as you nodded, “Damn just the clouds?” You asked taking a swig from the cup. To be honest you knew you shouldn’t over indulge yourself in your vices. But when you met Felix in his stupid blue Camero it reminded you of San. You were convinced that if he hadn’t died that night you would be with him.

You would be better off than you were without him. Then you were now. All because of that stupid drunk driver in the blue Camaro. You know it’s not Felix’s fault for having the same car that killed your boyfriend. But you hated his attitude when it came to driving and it fueled your memories.You chugged the cup and went to grab another one.

“Y/N” A familiar voice called from behind you, it was Chris and he was with a girl that looked to be around your age. “This is my little sister Hannah, Hannah this is Y/N.” Hannah stuck her hand out for you to shake. You smiled and shook it, “Hey nice to meet you.” She smiled softly and nodded, “ I actually saw you with I.N earlier and I wanted to go say hi but I got nervous.” She laughed as she confessed.

“Why would you be nervous? I’m nothing special.” You said finishing your drink and grabbing another one. “Y/N calm down this is your 3rd drink.” Soojin interfered. You shook your head, “ I’m fine” Hannah’s phone rang and she excused herself to answer it. You wandered off around the party to find I.N. You figured you could’ve asked someone but you forgot.

You wanted to forget San, not how to be a basic human being. You chugged your third drink and tossed the cup. Eventually you see someone who you recognized. You made your way towards the couch and sat down next to them. “Y/N?” That’s not the voice you wanted to hear, you took your disposable out again. Took a long pull and put it away.

“Yeah?” Your voice slightly slurred now. Maybe you should have paced yourself. Especially on the first night with the new people you met. But you couldn’t help it. You wanted to forget the heartbreak, and the unexpected and horrible reminder of it. “Are you okay?” You nodded. Your eyes glossed beyond belief. “I would be if it wasn’t for that fucking car.” You mumbled to yourself thinking about San.

It was a lie and you knew it. You broken way before San came into and out of your life. You grew used to the pain your parents caused you. But the pain of losing him cut you deep. Too deep. “Oh get over it will you. So what I parked bad.” Felix said rolling his eyes. His hand on his drink. “What? No not you. That jack ass in the blue Camero.”

To anyone who didn’t know it sounded like you were talking about Felix. You knew. You knew it wasn’t about him. “That blue Camero and Overindulgence.” You said, “That fucking car killed him, that and the fucking drunk.” The last part came out almost silent. Almost.

taglist: @seungseung-minmin

#stray kids #k pop #music #skz #skz stay #kpop #college au #enemies to lovers #lee felix #skz felix #felix x reader #skz imagines #i.n skz #lee yongbok #skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #fanfic

[lover-girl-estxx]

Media Day

Nate Diaz x Reader

Fluff.

asked my @princessmermaid1289 wrote basic on his Media day vlog posted 7/27/23

| Nate's POV |

"you ready baby?" I asked Y/n "yeah.." she said half asleep "let me get my bag" she added "it's already in the truck" "thank you" she stood up and pecked my lips "course..come on" I picked her she yelled out, wrapping her arms around my neck. I put her in truck 'thanks" she smiled, I kissed her head then walked to my side. "wake me up in like ten minutes" she said as I put music on "k!" I put my hand on her thigh.

I picked up my two boys Chris and Andrew and started heading to San Diego. Chris scanned the camera around the car and to Y/n curled in her seat my hand on her thigh while she reads.

| Y/n's POV |

"you ready to hike?" Chris asked with the camera pointed at me " I fucking hate hiking" I laughed. After the hike I watched Nate work out "if you boys want to eat before getting the truck we got to go" I said Nate walked over to me "you're so sweaty" I tried to push him away "you know you like" he pulled me into him "eww" I wrapped my arm around his neck, he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist pulling me into a kiss "mmm okay your gross go jump in the ocean or something" we laughed. We had food Nate picked his new trunk, had Andrew drive his other truck.

"you have the podcast tonight?" I asked "yeah!..if your to tired you don't have to come" he grabbed my hand looking over to me "no I want to" I smiled "k I wanted you to come" he flashed his dorky smile, I started rubbing the back of his neck and his shoulder. "holy shit, this place is huge" I said getting out "it's a very serious mansion" he said slapping my hand away from my bag "i'll get it for you" "thanks bellboy" I smiled and kissed his cheek. "it's a fucking jungle back here" he laughed looking back to me, I laughed he pulled his phone and started playing welcome to the jungle by guns and roses. "you fucking Dork" I pushed his shoulder. I sighed falling down on a bed, then Nate he moved closer laying his head on my chest and arm on my stomach. "you gonna stay in here or go hang with your guys?" I asked rubbing his back "i'm tired I'll stay with you...but i'm gonna shower really quick" he pecked my lips.

He came out in just boxers, I was under the blanket watching something on TV. He got in bed next to my pulling me into him, my leg over his lap my hand on the side of his neck while he lit his joint, I kissed his shoulder "you want a hit?" he asked I shook my head "thank you though". I wake up to Nate's phone going off "Nate come on you have to get up" I rubbed his shoulder he sighed "come on" I kissed his cheek and sat up he rubbed his eyes and sat up too. "I love that shirt can I wear it?" I asked him while he went through his bag, "yeah here" he smiled throwing me the shirt.

'this is my wife" Nate said "Bradley" the guy said shaking my hand "Y/n" I smiled "nice to meet you". "you really think you could beat me in a street fight?" Bradley asked Nate "your a podcaster brother" Nate laughed "you think you could?" I laughed "she could beat you in a street fight" Nate said pointing to me "really?!..you do MMA?" "black belt in BJJ" "power couple over here". "so how long have you been with your wife?" He asked Nate "about like 20 years...it's doesn't feel that long though" Nate replied "where did you meet?" "um I was 19 and was training really hard for TUF, and I was in the gym she came in i-it was um her first day she worked the front desk and. I made the mistake of telling my brother I thought she was cute" he laughed, looking over to me as I smiled "he went over to her said I wanted to take her out and asked for her number for me.. I took her out that night...we got shit food smoked weed in a park" he laughed.

After the podcast we hung out in Bradley's backyard smoking and talking, I stood next to Nate my arms wrapped around his my head on his shoulder. When we got back to the house Nate was hanging out with all his friends till about 1:30, I was reading at the desk in our room. "hey honey," he came in the room and pecked my lips "how much longer are you going to read?" I shrugged "I don't know, I've read a lot already"I said looking up at him "you want to go to the hot tub with me?" "Just me and you?" he nodded "yeah i'll met you out there" "k" he smiled.

| Nate's POV |

Y/n came out in her swimsuit, "you look hot" I said smirking up at her "you don't look to bad either Diaz" she smiled back hopping in "come here" she came and sat on my lap, wrapping her arms loosely around my neck. "thanks for coming with me today" I said pulling her closer by her waist "I love doing all this with you" she cupped the back of my neck and kissing me, I move my hand to the back of her head. She pulled back laying her head on my shoulder, she kissed my neck "lets go back to our room" she said smiling. She jumped out of the hot tub me right behind her, I picked her up throwing her over my shoulder "NATE!" she yelled wrapping her arms around my waist.

a/n: hope you like this!!

#nate diaz #nate diaz x reader #nate diaz imagine #nate diaz imagines #nick diaz #nick diaz imagine #nick diaz x reader #ufc #Nate Diaz by est

[aliypop]

Only The Strong Survive

Word Count: 2,048

Writers Note: I really wanted to make something angsty thanks to @sissylittlefeather

Warning: Mentions of drug use and overdose

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis/ Elvis and the twins

Plot: It's January 7th, 1977 Cecelia is now 42 and Elvis was 23 hours away from being 42, but what happens when things go left and they have to spend it in a hospital with their son Jessie

Taglist

@darkmoviesquotespizza

@sissylittlefeather

@richardslady121

@thegettingbyp2

@presleyenterprise

@sissylittlefeather

@dkayfixates

@rjmartin11

@thetaoofzoe

@your-nanas-house

@zayurir

@60svintage

@sillybookmarks

@leapresley

Memphis, Tennessee, January 7th, 1977

"Happy birthday, mama," Jessie smiled, pushing his dark blonde and brown hair back. "Thanks, baby." Cecelia kissed his cheek, his friends laughing at him. As he rolled his eyes. His father was going around talking and entertaining like he'd always do.

"You know you really do look like your dad." Jerico, his best friend, said,

"Shut up..." Brushing past him, walking away from the crowd and into the jungle room where Elaine had been reading a book. 

"Lanie, that's so lame." Jonathan smirked at her as she glared at him, " Come spend time with me~" He said, already sounding drunk, making kissing noises, 

"I'd rather kiss your sister... Oh wait, I already do." She stuck her tongue out at him,

"Ouch... That stings Lanie..." Jonathan clutched his heart. 

"Stop hitting on my sister..."

"You're being nice whaddya want..." Looking over her book, 

"We're gonna, you know..."

"No, if Daddy and Mama find out you're doing that crap..."

"They won't know!" Jerico smiled, 

"Yeah!" Jessie smirked, "We're gonna fool around a bit, drink a bit."

"You'll keep watch." Jonathan smiled, 

"Please..." His Graceland gang pleading in unison.

"Fine, but it's the last time." Walking down towards the backyard door to sneak out. "And Jessie..." Elaine asked he turned to face her, 

"Yeah, Sis..."

"Don't come back home high." She sighed,

"Buzzkill." 

Jessie, Jonathan, and Jerico were sitting around with a few high school seniors, blasting White Rabbit through the record player speakers as there were all the things, future rock and roll stars of their time, boozing, ladies, and "I got the drugs, boys!" one boy shouted as Jessie cheered, Jerico and Jonathan were only there for the drinks and dabbling of weed. But Jessie, he was there for the hard stuff. After all, he'd been hiding LSD and PCP in his room lately. 

"Whatcha got, Steve."

"Well, Jessie Garon.. We got blow, we got poppers..." 

"What're those?"

"Disco biscuits, they're far out, man." 

"I'll try... four."

"Jessie, you-"

"Jerry Jerico, I got this..." He winked

The party at Graceland was wrapping on Cecelia's end as she was dancing and kissing Elvis. Elaine watched, nervous for her brother. As her foot was tapping, Elaine could feel her chest tightening and her body. Feeling numb. Something was happening to Jessie. She could feel it. 

"Elaine, have you seen Jessie?" Elvis asked as she froze,

"Uh, no, I haven't..." Elaine smiled as Elvis looked at her. She was hiding something, 

"Little Biscuit, did Estella break your heart again..."

"No... We're fine." She smiled, "Just please go enjoy your birthday with Mama... You've only got 15 minutes before it's your turn." She smiled as Elvis kissed her forehead and smiled, 

"Alright, but you know you can tell me anything."

"Mhmm..." She smiled, watching him walk off.

"Please pick up..." Jonathan said, clutching the phone in his hand as he was shaking. Jerico watched as the ambulance came, picked up Jessie, and put him on the stretcher, 

"Who's this..."

"It's Jonathan,"

"What's wrong?" 

"Jessie's in the hospital... He overdosed." 

"FUCK!" Elaine shouted as she threw the kitchen phone at the wall. Elvis and Cecelia had just cut their separate cakes when they heard their daughter screaming in the kitchen. Running towards her. Elaine had been crouching down, rocking herself. This was her fault, and she knew it. 

"Hey... Hey...Hey... What happened." Elvis asked. He never liked seeing his favorite girl cry, and Elaine never liked lying to her parents, 

"It's Jessie..." 

"What happened to Jessie..." Cecelia asked as Elaine sniffled,

 "H-He's in the hospital..."

Memphis Hospital January, 8th, 1977, 3:30 am

It had been four hours, and they heard nothing, absolutely nothing. Elaine was pacing in the hallways. Cecelia was saying every prayer she could think of. Elvis was smoking a Cigarillo and shaking like a leaf. 

"ELVIS, HOW CAN YOU SMOKE AT A TIME LIKE THIS!"

" DAMNIT, HOW CAN I NOT!" Elvis's leg began to shake, and his heart was racing. The two got into a heated argument. Elaine was rocking again. Her family was falling apart. Before her eyes, it was her fault. Clutching onto his Nipper hound-dog stuffed animal,  

"MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SO DAMN FOCUSED ON YOUR STATEWIDE TOUR WE'D HAVE CAUGHT THIS BEFORE IT GOT TO THIS!"

"I'M SORRY, BUT AREN'T YOU THE ONE WORKIN ON A MOVIE AND TWO ALBUMS AND RUNNIN A RECORD COMPANY. DON'T TELL ME ABOUT NOT BEING THERE!"

"stop yelling...." Elaine said. Softly, as they kept arguing, "STOP IT NOW, BOTH OF YOU!"  Elvis and Cecelia stopped as they looked at their daughter. She was heartbroken, torn even. She felt unseen and unheard in this very room. That should be filled with love right now. "I should be in there... not him!" Elaine shouted, her voice was tired and weak,

"Ellie..." Cecelia sat next to her, "It's not your fault..."

"It is... I let him do this to himself... I-I didn't stop him. I-I'd let him go and do this anytime he needed a fix! "Taking her fist and pounding it into her forehead, "I'm stupid... WHY WOULD I LET HIM DO THAT WHY!" Elvis and Cecelia hugged her as she sobbed into Elvis's lap, Cecelia petting her hair. 

"Little Biscuit, it ain't your fault..."

"But it is daddy... I-I already caused this family enough pain now, Jessie." She sniffled, 

"Ellie, you tried to protect him the best you could." 

"Mama, it wasn't enough... He shouldn't be here. You two shouldn't be here! It's Daddy's birthday, and you're both here!" She screamed, storming off, 

"Where you going!" Cecelia asked,

"To have a long conversation with GOD!" She turned to look at her parents, " ON MY OWN!" Cecelia and Elvis didn't know to be mad at her or pleased, a mix, maybe, as the two huddled together in the hospital. Cecelia then laughed a little. She had been thinking of something,

"What's so funny..."

"I stopped by the gift shop and got you a little gift." It was a horribly made Elvis doll, which made him laugh as he looked at it, 

"Happy birthday..." 

"Oh, man. Lord have mercy, baby, it's ugly." He laughed as he kissed her forehead, "And to think I got you an I Heart Elvis mug."

"We'll have matching sets. I got you a mug too." On it, it said I Heart Cecelia.

"Is this chapel taken..." Estella asked. as Jonathan and Jerico stood behind her, "Tell 'em I don't want to talk..." Elaine glared at the two boys, "Ellie Bear..." Estella mumbled, "NO!" She stood up, "What kind of God gives my brother friends like you!" Elaine said, with a tone that was venomous. "El..." Estella tried to reach out for her as she backed away, "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HIM, AND YOU ALL SAT THERE AND LET HIM DO THAT!"  

"You ain't no saint either, Elaine!" Jerico laughed,

"I don't know what you mean..."

"Jessie got into drinkin cause your little accident..." Jonathan smirked, "So maybe get off your high horse." Elaine ran off crying as Estella slapped her brother, 

"Mr. and Mrs. Presley, you're welcome to see him now." The Nurse said. Jessie was sleeping as they were detoxing him of all the toxins in his body. His skin was sweaty, but he was safe. Kissing his forehead, Cecelia hugged his body as Elvis shed a few tears. That was his baby boy lying right there in the same bed he was birthed on, "He'll be able to go home when he wakes up." 

Graceland Memphis, Tennessee, January 8th, 7am

"Lord...Please save him. He's all I got, amen..."  Was all Jessie heard when he woke up to an IV drip in his arm and a massive headache? There was a trashcan by his bed, a rag on his forehead, and he felt like, 

"Shit, what happened to me..."

"You almost died. You had LSD, PCP, and Disco biscuits in your system along with Whiskey." Elaine sighed, 

"They know, don't they..." Jessie asked as Elaine nodded, "Yeah, daddy ain't pleased, and Mama's been fightin' the press all night."

"What about you?"

"Well, Jerico hates me, Jonathan hates me, Estella said we should take a break."

"I knew I heard Rocketman, but I thought I was still tripping." Elaine nudged him, as he nudged her back,

 "I'm sorry I scared you so bad."

"Promise me you won't do any of that crap again!" 

"Laine..."

"Jessie Vernon Presley, I will shove that IV needle up your ass."

"Fine, fine!" He then heard a knock at his bedroom door, Elvis couldn't look Jessie in the eye, and Jessie couldn't look to face Elvis, 

"Mornin Daddy,"

"Elaine..."

"I'll let you two uh talk." She raced out of the room. The air was thick with tension as the man who "Pushed" him opened his mouth to speak.

"Jessie, I'm sorry."

"For trying to make me like you!"

"Jessie..."

"You don't care about me! You're so caught up with Mama, and y'all's career that you don't even notice me!" Jessie laughed, "So, no, you're not sorry!" 

"Jessie!" Elvis grabbed his face to get his son to look at him, "You're a spoiled, selfish brat, and you're stubborn. You think you know every damn thing, and you don't!" Elvis growled in anger, 

"Oh, yeah, like you ever had it hard!"

"You don't know how your on ass from your head!" Elvis laughed, "I've been through so much that I pray you and your sister never had to." Jessie rolled his eyes, 

"Yeah, like running outta money or what jumpsuit to wear!"

"Like making sure I never had to be the sixteen-year-old boy in the streets workin trying to keep food on the table to feed his family so he'd never have to get kicked out in the streets lookin for food in a trashcan!" Jessie looked at his father. As Elvis began to cry, 

"I try so much to be the perfect father 'cause your mama... she didn't have that growin up, I-I-I try..."

"You didn't try hard enough, nor did Mama..." Jessie smirked, 

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

" I JUST WANT YOUR ATTENTION!" Jessie looked up at him, tears in his eyes as Elvis hugged him tightly, 

"I want your love..." 

"Jessie, you have my love..." 

"No, I don't. You're not always here, neither is Mama..." He cried, and Elvis's heart broke. Jessie sounded like the little seven-year-old boy who would sneak into bed because he had a nightmare. He sounded like he did once when he was his age. The whole world was on his shoulders, and he needed help carrying it.

"Jessie... What can I do to make it better?"

"I liked when we'd have our boy's night out with Uncle, Jerry, and Lamar, and Red, Joe, and Billy..."  

"Me too, kid..." Elvis smiled,

 "I'd like to tell you things again..."

"Like what." Elvis smiled

"Like how I'm interning under Mama, cause her assistants cute." He laughed as Elvis chuckled, 

"Or how I secretly buy your records 'cause I think you're so cool, and I'll never be you."

"Takin' drugs and living your life like this, ain't it. That's not being cool. Being true to you is." Elvis smiled as Cecelia watched from the door, 

"You think so..."

"I know so," He kissed his forehead, "We love you, I love you,"

"I love you too Pa." Jessie hugged his dad as Elvis smiled, 

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time

'Til touchdown brings me round again to find

I'm not the man they think I am at home

"Estella broke up with Elaine again..."

"Yeah..."

"God grants me more years, but less patience." He laughed as Jessie and Elvis laughed, 

*Bonus*

"Cece..." 

"Hmm..." 

"Being a parent may be the hardest career ever." He kissed his wife on the forehead, "Who're you tellin." She kissed his neck as he moaned,

 "Happy birthday to"

KNOCK 

         KNOCK

KNOCK

"What!"

"Can we sleep with y'all!" Jessie asked as Cecelia and Elvis laughed, 

"Happy birthday my beloved."

"Some birthday." He smiled, "Come on in, guys!" Elaine and Jessie walked in with pillows, a cake, and blankets. Making a fort on the ground, the four of them watching TV all snuggled up together, It was true what they said, 

Only the strong truly did survive. 

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #70s elvis #elvis angst #cecelia valmos #dad elvis #trigger warning drugs #trigger warning overdose