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justabigassnerd · 1 year

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Teen Angst

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 3,534

Warnings - swearing, feeling alone, mentions of Jake's parents, mentions of abuse, yelling, angst

Summary - you start to act out leaving Bradley and Jake in the line of fire of your teen angst

A/N - hey y'all it's a new part of Hangman junior!! sorry, it's been a hot minute since I last uploaded I've been going through some shit so yeah I gotta take time for myself sometimes. I feel I went a bit off track with this request but y'know this is what my brain came up with. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Jake had dealt with the many stages a child goes through growing up as he raised you. He dealt with your terrible twos like they were nothing. He figured that if he could fly a fighter jet day in and day out, he could easily handle a two-year-old’s temper tantrums. What no parenting book prepared him for, was the teen angst phase of growing up. He knew that teenagers tended to go through a rebellious phase. He went through one himself, but he chalked it up to his shitty upbringing as to why he rebelled against his parents. He figured you had no reason to act out when you got older. You were surrounded by people who loved you and he figured you had no reason to act out.

How wrong he was.

He didn’t know what caused it, but you started acting out as time progressed. You spent more and more time out with your friends and when Jake innocently questioned you on it, you got defensive and would refuse to answer his questions.

“I don’t know what’s going on with her.” Jake muttered one night as he climbed into bed with Bradley who watched softly, understanding the worry his husband was feeling.

“Hopefully it’s just teen angst. We all go through it. I know I did. It’ll pass and she’ll be back to herself in no time.” Bradley says, wanting to reassure Jake. But he had his own worries but wouldn’t dare vocalise them, so he didn’t worry Jake further. The two men ended the conversation there before they got too in their own heads and chose to go to sleep.

A few days after Bradley and Jake’s conversation, Bradley got a phone call from your school as he had just finished unpacking the shopping he had just bought. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the number of your school popping up on his phone.

“Hello?” Bradley answers as he brings the phone up to his ear.

“Am I speaking to Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw?” The voice of the receptionist says as soon as Bradley had finished speaking.

“Yes, you are.” Bradley confirms, nodding although he knew the receptionist couldn’t see his head move.

“We tried to contact Lieutenant Seresin but he didn’t pick up so our next point of contact was you so we’re calling to say that y/n has been sent to the principal’s office one too many times this month so we need you to come in so we can discuss action going forward.” The receptionist says as Bradley’s eyes widen slightly. He knew you were getting mouthy with your dad and acting out occasionally at home, but he never thought that behaviour would cross over into school.

“I’ll head over now.” Bradley says before bidding goodbye to the receptionist and hanging up the phone, pocketing it as he tugs his shoes on and grabs his keys. He climbs into the Bronco and begins the drive to your school. It doesn’t take Bradley long to pull up at your school. He finds his way to the office and locates the receptionist he assumes was the one he was speaking to on the phone.

“Hi, I’m Bradley Bradshaw. You called about y/n?” He says once he reaches the desk as the receptionist looks up at him nodding as he finishes speaking.

“I’ll just let the principal know you’re here and he’ll fill you in.” The receptionist says, getting up from her seat and disappearing to the principal’s office to let him know that Bradley had arrived. She soon returned to let Bradley follow her into the office.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, please take a seat.” The principal, Mr Brookes says, gesturing to the free seat next to you where you were sat with your arms folded and staring directly at the floor.

“So we couldn’t get into contact with Lieutenant Seresin, do you know why that is? We were hoping to speak to her father.” Bradley couldn’t help but feel the small pang in his heart at those words. He knew he wasn’t related to you by blood but he adopted you and loved you like you were his own so it hurt to hear that people would make it seem like Bradley wasn’t part of your family despite him being one of your legal guardians.

“Jake’s at work today. He was probably training when you called so he couldn’t pick up.” Bradley explains, glancing at you before returning his full attention to the principal.

“Well, no point in milling over this. We’ll just move on to why we’re here. y/n here hasn’t been engaging in classes or completing work that is asked of her. And when she’s questioned on it, she has been very rude to staff, swearing and answering back. She’s also been skipping some classes too. We gave her several warnings and clearly, none of them were taken to heart. We’ve been given no choice but to suspend her due to these recent actions.” Mr Brookes says, addressing Bradley directly who nods at every word said while you scuff your shoes against the carpeted floors of the office, itching to get out of this situation entirely.

“I’m sorry that she’s been acting like this. When she comes back after her suspension, I guarantee she’ll be on her best behaviour.” Bradley says, looking apologetically at Mr Brookes before glancing over at you. When you and Bradley are dismissed, you get up instantly, leaving the office with Bradley trailing behind. He sees a text come through from Jake on his phone, asking if he knew why your school had called him and he quickly filled him in as he reaches the Bronco, unlocking the car so you can climb in. You avoided looking or talking to Bradley the entire way home despite his numerous attempts to get you to talk. As Bradley pulls the Bronco into the driveway, he sees Jake’s truck also in the driveway and he knows that there may be an upcoming argument between the Seresin father and daughter. He follows you into the house and sees Jake standing in front of you, arms folded with a stern glare as he blocks you from going upstairs.

“Living room. Now.” Jake's tone was deadly low as he watched you carefully. You glared back, not wanting to give in but after a minute of staring, you groaned and turned to enter the living room with both men following behind.

“Dad, it’s not a big deal you’re overreacting-”

“You’ve gotten yourself suspended over bad behaviour and you think I’m overreacting? I raised you better than this.” Jake says as he paces the room while you sat on the sofa. Bradley observed silently, not wanting to interfere with Jake’s parenting.

“It’s not that big of a deal I bet you got suspended when you were my age.” You fire back nonchalantly. Jake had actually never been suspended from school despite what others thought about him. His fear of how his parents would react to news like that made him one of the school’s model students.

“It doesn’t matter whether I did or did not get suspended from school. You should know better. What is going on with you?” Jake says, trying to calm himself down so he can find out what it is that’s going on.

“I’m fine. You’re being dramatic over nothing.” You grumble, glancing away from your dad who looks over at Bradley, concerned.

“We’re just worried about you y/n. That’s all. This mood change seemed to come out of nowhere and we want to help.” Bradley says softly, making you look up at him.

“You’re not even my dad. I don’t need your help.” You spit venomously, making Bradley’s heart crack in two.

“Give me your phone.” Jake says, holding his hand out expectantly.

“What?” You ask, looking up at your dad.

“You heard me. Give me your phone. You’re already grounded for the suspension, but you do not talk to Bradley like that. Give me your phone. And go to your room.” Jake says, his glare cold as he speaks. You groan but get your phone out of your pocket and place it into Jake’s hand. As you get up and head to go to your room, Jake calls for your attention once more.

“You are not to come downstairs unless you have a proper apology. Do you understand me?” He says heatedly, trying to keep the anger from his voice but failing miserably. When he saw the reaction in your eyes to his tone, he immediately hated himself for the way he was speaking to you. You nodded wordlessly and then took yourself upstairs without another word to either man. After hearing the slam of your bedroom door, Jake collapsed onto the sofa, burying his head in his hands as he fought back the tears that instantly threatened to build the second you left his line of sight. Bradley approached Jake slowly, easing himself down on the sofa next to his husband and watching him carefully.

“Are you okay?” Bradley asks, observing how Jake’s shoulders rose and fell heavily, indicating to Bradley that Jake was fighting to keep himself calm.

“I should be asking you that question.” Jake mumbles, wiping at his eyes furiously before looking over at Bradley. His teary green eyes locking with Bradley’s soft brown ones.

“We don’t need to worry about me right now. You seemed really spooked after sending y/n to her room. I want to make sure you’re okay.” Bradley insists, not once removing his gaze from Jake’s as he reaches across to take Jake’s hand in his as gentle as ever.

“I sounded like my dad.” Jake admits after a painful silence, squeezing his eyes shut as more tears threaten to spill past his defences. He also fought back the memories of yelling, hurled abuse and punishments that filled his mind at the mere mention of his father. Bradley remained silent, knowing Jake still had more to say.

“I might not have yelled. But I said something that my dad used to say all the time. I swore when I first held y/n that I’d never be like him. What if I am? What if I turn out to be just like him and I hurt her the way he hurt me?” Jake says, tears breaking free from their bonds and rolling down his cheeks as he thinks of how he failed you. He had one job as your parent and that was making sure you felt loved and safe and he let you down by acting like the one person he swore he’d never be like.

“Jake, you listen to me. You are not turning into your father. From what I’ve seen and heard of this man, he didn’t deserve to have any kids. You didn’t deserve the way he treated you and that is not how you’re treating y/n. Parents argue with their children sometimes, it happens. But it doesn’t mean you’re turning into your dad. Please don’t beat yourself up over this. You’re okay. You haven’t done anything like your dad.” Bradley speaks softly and carefully to his husband, his thumb trailing back and forth over Jake’s knuckles as he talks in an attempt to slow Jake’s heavy breathing. When Jake manages to slow the tears, he allows Bradley to tug him into a comforting hug, with Jake burying his face in Bradley’s shoulder to ground himself some more.

“Are you okay Bradley? What y/n said wasn’t okay and I’m so sorry she said that.” Jake mutters, his voice still thick with tears and muffled by Bradley’s shirt but he was heard all the same.

“I’ll be okay. It’s not the first time it happened today.” Bradley says, attempting to shrug it off so Jake didn’t have to know how hurt he really was.

“Hey, I just opened up about how I was feeling. I think you owe me one.” Jake says, pulling away slightly and wiping at his eyes, giving Bradley his full attention.

“Okay. It hurt quite a bit, to be honest. I know I’m not her dad and I don’t expect her to call me ‘dad’ or anything I’m fine with her calling me Bradley. But it still hurt to hear her say that. And hearing her school say they were disappointed they couldn’t speak to you didn’t help the matter. They don’t see me as a part of your family. It’s always been Jake and y/n and I’m just on the sidelines.” Bradley admits, letting Jake know his true feelings about the situation. Jake’s face softened at Bradley’s words, and he reached for Bradley’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“You are part of our family, Bradley. Those people at the school are just assholes who don’t deserve even a smidge of your time. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but y/n adores you. She really does. I know she’d fight tooth and nail for you if she needed to. You’re family. And we love and protect our family.” Jake says reassuringly, wanting to put Bradley’s running mind at ease. Bradley’s head nodded ever so slightly at Jake’s words, his gentle brown eyes ever so slightly dimmer than they usually were.

“Tell you what. You relax down here for a bit, watch some tv, drink some tea, and take care of yourself. I’m going to speak to y/n again.” Jake says after conjuring something up in his mind. Jake then presses a soft kiss to Bradley’s temple before quietly excusing himself to disappear upstairs to talk to you again. This time, a lot calmer than he was before.

The knock on your bedroom door shook you from your angry staring contest with the wall but you didn’t move to open the door, nor did you make an effort to reply. A second knock rang out across your room but yet again you refused to respond, your anger about the events that transpired had almost dissipated due to getting time to reflect but you weren’t ready to talk to your dad just yet.

“y/n, can I come in?” Jake asks carefully, opening your door just enough that he could speak to you. In response, you turned over on your bed, facing your back to him as you stared at the opposite wall. You heard your dad sigh lightly but yet still respected how you hadn’t answered him so didn’t cross into your room.

“I just want to talk. I’m not going to get mad or anything. I just want to hear your side of everything. I want to know what’s been going on, that’s all.” Jake says softly, hoping that if he speaks soft enough, it might coerce you into letting him in. This time you consider your dad's words, and speak up.

“You can come in.” You mumble, barely audible but Jake heard it somehow. He entered your room, pulling out your desk chair and sitting on it.

“y/n, could you look at me please, sweetheart? Before we talk there’s something I need to say.” Jake says, gently encouraging you to flip back over to look him in the eye.

“Sweetheart. I am so sorry for the way I spoke to you. I let my emotions get the better of me when I shouldn’t have.” Jake apologises, making you furrow your eyebrows and push yourself up to be sat cross-legged on your bed.

“You don’t need to apologise.” You start, feeling bad for making your dad feel guilty for punishing you when you deserved it.

“I do. I reminded myself too much of my dad and I hated the thought of being like him.” Jake cuts you off, wanting to get his point across.

“You’re nothing like him, dad. It was shocking to hear you put your foot down sure but the more I think about it the more I realise I deserved it.” You say, wanting to let your dad know that you don’t think he’s like his dad at all. Jake nods ever so slightly, comforted by your words but still couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that he would turn out to be like his dad after all.

“Let’s move on. I want to talk about what’s gotten you acting out like this. I understand kids go through phases where they get rebellious and act out but I thought you’d hopefully avoid that phase. I just want to know what caused it.” Jake asks, his gaze not leaving you so you knew he had your full attention.

“I don’t know. I think it mostly happened because a new girl joined my friendship group.” You say, fiddling with the corner of your blanket as you talk.

“A new girl?” Jake enquires, seeing if he can get any more information out of you.

“Yeah. She changed the dynamic of our group and it scared me a bit. I wanted to be cool so she wouldn’t pick on me or anything. That’s why I was always out at friends’ houses. She wanted to meet so we had to meet. I didn’t have time to do school work and I was so tired that every time a teacher asked me something I’d snap. I hate that I did it and I’m sorry for getting suspended.” You say, explaining everything and feeling more regret seep into you with each word.

“What was the other thing?” Jake asks, making you look at him in shock. You had been hoping he didn’t pick up on your use of ‘mostly’ but of course he did.

“You said it was mostly the new girl which insinuates there was another problem.” Jake asks, no hint of judgement in his tone, only concern and love.

“I felt a bit left out by you. You spend loads of time with the Daggers and Bradley now and spend more time at work so it feels weird without you. It had always been us against the world but now it feels different. I’m not saying don’t hang out with everyone I just miss you.” You admit quietly, your eyes flicking to the soft toy that sat proudly at the head of your bed. The toy that Jake had bought you not long after you were born. You were shaken out of your thoughts by Jake moving to sit next to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“My sweet girl. I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise. You’re always welcome to hang out with the Daggers, they love you almost as much as I do. I’ll try to do better and check in with you more.” Jake says in-between repeated kisses pressed to the top of your head. You shake your head from where it was resting against his chest.

“You’re okay dad. I just missed you.” You admit, wrapping your arms around Jake’s middle to reciprocate the hug. The two of you remain in the hug for a few minutes before a knock at the door pulls the two of you apart.

“It was pretty quiet up here, so I just wanted to make sure no one had been murdered.” Bradley says with a light laugh, smiling at the two of you. Just before Bradley can excuse himself and head back downstairs you call him back into your room. Before he can ask why you called him back you get off your bed and cross to Bradley, trapping him in a hug.

“I’m so sorry for what I said to you, Bradley. I was tired and angry, and I took it out on you and that wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve that. Not when you’ve been nothing but kind and loving to me. You are one of my dads. I have two dad’s and you’re one of them. I love you so much and you’re my family.” You say as you hug Bradley tightly. Bradley looked over at Jake who was watching the interaction with a soft smile and teary eyes. Bradley then let out a soft breath before he dipped his head to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much y/n/n,” Bradley says quietly, relishing the feeling of you hugging him.

“I love you too, Bradley.” You whisper, tightening your hold ever so slightly. When you pull apart, Jake gets up and crosses to Bradley, bringing him in for a quick kiss. After wiping his eyes to rid them of tears, Bradley then excuses himself to head downstairs and start making dinner leaving you and Jake alone once more. You smile over at Jake, relieved to have gotten everything out and not feeling the pent-up emotions anymore. Jake grins and reaches out to ruffle your hair.

“You’re a good kid. You know that right?” He says fondly as you swat his hand away from your hair.

“Only because I had a great dad growing up. Now I have two.” You reply, showing off your cocky Seresin smirk. Before you could continue to speak, you hear Bradley calling both of you downstairs to help him make dinner.

“Oh, before I forget you’re still grounded.” He says before leaving you behind as you jokingly sigh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I figured as much.”

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐱 F!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬; PT2

Summary: I think the title speaks for itself but basically what movie you and the Genshin men are in

Characters/Relations; Ayato and Kaeya Warnings: SWEARING. mentions of blood, death, swords, fights, WAR, uhm thoma is lowkey an opp in the first one, arranged marriages, these are not fully accurate to the movies more like 97% is accurate but wtv

under the cut!!

Mulan; Ayato

🎶Look at me; I will never pass for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter. Can it be, I'm not meant to play this part? Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my families heart🎶

Ngl it was between him or neuvilette and im ngl to u guys i havent played genshin in a WHILE like I just got back into it so i havent had enough time to go too much into depth on him

Okay anyways on with the story

The cast would def be Mushu as Itto, your pet can be taroumaru and the three men bsfs can be Heizou, Kazuha, Gorou

okay so mulan, AKA YOU, is a girl who is just trying to bring honour to her family and marry a wealthy man

However you are an absolute klutz who has a puppy for some reason and of course on the day you’re supposed to get ready to meet your matchmaker, yOU WAKE UP LATE

Your alarm went off after you snoozed it multiple times and you gasped

“SHIT! TAROUMARU!!” You jumped out of bed, bumping into anything and everything as you struggled to get your slippers on. You ran into the kitchen, and the little dog came running in, holding herbs in his mouth

You grabbed them, then running to grab a cup as you poured hot tea in then the herbs. You ran outside to a gazebo to find your father praying

Zhongli noticed your hurry and looked at you shocked “aren’t you supposed to be out by now!”

HE WAS RIGHT

So you spent all your time getting ready and took your horse out to the city, just to find your mom outside the bathhouse ready to kill you

The ladies rushed to get you ready, a face full of makeup, a dress that was wayyy too tight on you, an umbrella? And your grandma for some reason gave you a little cricket named ushi for “luck”

Except you BOMBED the interview with the matchmaker and she kicked you out and told you that you’d never be an honour for your family

Going home ur like ABSOLUTELY DEPRESSED like she was such a bitch but to make matters worse, you could hear drums and people started to gather around meaning The Shogun’s army was here and ready to take a male of each family fight in the war

You prayed they wouldn’t take your dad- he’s fought before, he was old and in no condition

WRONG.

He accepts it with honour DESPITE being on a limp and needing a pimp

So, that night, you decide to cut your hair and slick it back tightly, you wrap boob tape and covers all around your chest to make you absolutely flat as fuck and you take your fathers armour and you and your horse LEAVE.

Your grandma, ping, wakes up right after and notices and prays to your ancestors to send someone to protect you

You made it to the camp by morning and you were mentally preparing yourself; how do men act?!

THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THIS LITTLE LIZARD DRAGON THING COMES OUT OF NOWHERE and is saying he is here to protect you

“Uhm? A lizard?” “DRAGON!”

So, you get to the camp and well

You start a fight

“YOU!”

You hear someone yell after you just got jumped by ur now new opps and literally on the ground ready to die

You look up and see this BEAUTIFUL MAN with light blue hair, he was muscular he was HOT.

“Whats your name?” He asked You cleared your throat, “Uhm………..Itto Mundo.” Hidden in your armour was itto, “GIRL DONT YOU GO USING MY NAME!” You hit him, telling him to shut up

Ayato looked at the list “I didn’t know Zhongli had a son!”

“Yep! He likes to keep me hidden!” You stumbled as you stood up

“I can see why,” One of your OPPS, Kazuha, muttered and everyone laughed

Ayato went on to talk about how this is WAR and you realized you were so fucked

The next days of training were absolute hell. Somehow no one realized you were actually a girl yet; Ayato always targeted you because he knew you were the weakest

One day he proposes an idea to everyone; There was a thick wooden pole, about maybe 20 metres. Everyone had to try and climb it, get to the top and throw down the arrow, but with two weighted straps

You obviously fail

One night, abate tells you to go home and that your too weak BUT HELL NO your gonna stay away from this hot man

So you use your weights to climb up the pole, and by morning when he wakes up, he jumps back when you shoot an arrow down at him

From then on you become PERFECT. You’ve been away for 3 months now, and you were EATINGGGG

Then came the actual war part

In the cold winter you were all going through the mountains; You had become friends with your opps. Heizou, Kazuha and Gorou would talk about what they missed back home and wanted to go back to their girlfriends and then asked you if you had anyone

“She’s not my girl, but my best friend. her names Y/N, she’s great she’s brilliant she’s sexy she’s-“ “Set her up with Ayato.” Gorou snorted, nudging the man on his horse. “He needs to marry soon.”

Ayato just rolled his eyes and you laughed at that but it was screaming HELL YEAHHHH

Then you got attacked BY THE REAL OPPS

Long story short you and Ayato almost died; You shot a missile at a mountain causing an avalachance which sent everyone down- You and Ayato were on your horse and tied to a rope that Gorou was supposed to hold as you both went down but HE LET GO OF IT and started crying because he thought he killed you two BUT ITTO came to the rescue somehow

Once you two were back on safe ground and the opps were most likely dead under the snow avalachance, you almost screamed out to the gods for saving you

Ayato came up to you, “You saved me…I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” “A kiss?” Itto whispered and you slapped your armour but then you let out a yelp of pain as you fell to the ground and Ayato kneeled, “Hey, hey what happened?” You reached to the side of your stomach to feel blood seeping through Ayato’s eyes widened as he spun around. “HE’S WOUNDED! WE NEED MEDICS!” You could feel yourself slowly lose your breath and your eyes close as Ayato kept repeating “It’s okay, I got you.”

An hour later, everyone impatient and scared, a medic came out of the tent with a strained look that scared Ayato. “Dead?” He asked. The medic shook his head and encouraged Ayato to come into the tent -Seeing the brightness of the sun and snow seep into your tent, your eyes slowly opened and were grateful to see Ayato, but he was only staring down at you in shock You were about to ask what, until you realized the tape over your chest was slowly starting to fall off and you gasped, grabbing a blanket and pulling it up Just then, his right-hand man, Thoma, walked in and gasped. In seconds, you were thrown out of the tent, blanket covering you and everyone stared in shock. “SHE’S A WOMAN!” Thoma yelled as he and Ayato came out the tent. You kneeled, “My name is Y/N!” You turned to look at Ayato, who had his back faced to you. “I did it to save my father.” “TREASON!’ Thoma yelled “I didn’t mean for it to go this far!” “DISHONOUR” “It was the only way! Please! Believe me…” Ayato walked towards your horse, and put his hand into the satch to pull out a sword You bowed your head down, ready to face your fate. Gorou, Kazuha and Heizou tried to stop it, but Thoma stopped them. “You know the law,” Ayato now stood in front of you, sword out. You looked at him with pleading eyes, but knew it was no help, and instead choose to look down to the ground, waiting for the sword to swing down onto your head. But then, he threw it beside you and you looked up to his hurt eyes. “A life for a life.” Your eyes widened, realizing he was sparing you

Thoma tried to fight him, but he didn’t budge, and they ended up leaving you there, ready to head to the capitol and celebrate their win

HOWEVER, the opps weren’t dead you WATCHED THEM COME OUT OF THE GROUND.

“I have to warn Ayato!” You yelled, putting on any extra clothes you packed, aka for some reason a dress and prepared your horse. Itto screamed. “HELLO? THEY JUST SPROUTED OUT THE GROUNDS LIKE DAISIES? AFTER AN AVALANCHE KILLED THEM.” “We need to warn them!” You were stern

Okay long story short you end up saving inazuma blah blah and ayato apologies and the Raiden Shogun says that you have honoured her and the entirety of Inazuma and she tells you to return home

So now, 5 months later, you return home to your family who literally cries when they see you and you tell them you SAVED INAZUMA

Ping isn’t amused. “You didn’t bring home a man?”

BUT, AYATO COMES!!

He brings your sword that you left and thanks you for everything and apologizes once again, and it felt too awkward to have a goodbye like this so you ask him if he’d like to stay for dinner.

“WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?” Ping screams and you inhaled sharply.

The Princess Diaries II; Kaeya

Okay ngl the original story I was gonna do for kaeya was acc princess and the frog and I felt like I was gonna get cancelled for that but anyway

the second princess diaries movie is SO good I honestly liked it more than the first one

This is a movie not everyone has seen so ill give a brief summary of the first one and detailed of the second

In the first one, you, are a normal teenage girl living with her artist mom (…jean???) in some like warehouse turned house don’t ask

Ur dad is dead (uhh, bye diluc ig RIP) he died when u were like idek 2? 3? WHATEVES

Okay so ur turning 16 soon, ur a complete loser at ur school and then one day ur…ig aunt because its acc grandma in the movie but if we’re casting diluc as the dad then Lisa will be the aunt LOOL, anyway ur aunt comes and she’s like omg let me see this girl

So u pull up to her house we ball until u find out its a LITERAL MANSION? AND THERE ARE BODYGUARDS?

Okay faster summary basically she tells u ur the next descendent of royalty because ur dad was actually supposed to be a KING but he gave it up so he could like idk live a normal life or wtv and Lisa is too old and doesn’t wanna give royalty away to some randos and the kingdom needed a new royal figure so UR THE NEW CHOICE

Basically movie is u becoming royal blah and at the end u go on to like…the kingdom of mondstadt I guess where you’ll live there as princess

OKAY PRINCESS DIARIES 2 CASTING

queen is Lisa duh

Uhm ur bsf can be amber cuz like she’s superior

And obv our prince of whatever is kaeya

So one day ur chilling while Lisa is doing some meetings when she decides to announce she is RETIRING and she will ask u to become queen

At first ur like bye no but then she tells u that its either u or some randoms who r horrible and r next in line after you

That night there’s a ball where she announces to the public that she’s outta here and at this ball u meet this flirtatious amazing hunk who dances incredibly and u step on his feet but we don’t talk abt that

Ur telling Lisa abt it the next day and the next day ur supposed to meet like the people ur supposed to go up against for become queen or whatever

then the same man walks in.

He is trying to take ur spot as queen/king whatever

he’s like OH FUCK, and his dad (idfk for this one like venti ig?? Im crying I cant) is like “you know each other?”

Mhm!

You shake his hand and then you stomp on his foot and knee him in the balls and Lisa is like YOOOOO WTF

u leave and she’s like WHAT WAS THAT FOR AND U TELL HER ITS THE SAME MAN FROM LAST NIGHT and she’s like ok deserved but u need to be nice

So u guys deadass hate each other and for some reason Lisa was like “wanna live here for a few weeks?” LIKE BRO so u see him everyday

Next meeting with like the council of mondstadt ig so jean, venti, uhm dain ig, albedo- u get it

They tell u that u need to become MARRIED to become queen

So the next day u, Lisa and ur bodyguard (bro idek anymore Mond has SUCH little characters so we’re gonna do capitano because he’s literally bodyguard material) go through like a list of men

Then ONE COMES UP AND UR LIKE WOWZAS uh his name is….

Ayato

What a HUNKKKKK

So u meet him at a beach with yours and his family and everyone’s like recording u guys and news reporters are going crazy

Hes sweet and all and he’s HOT but he’s not for u but for the SAKE of becoming queen so it doesn’t go to kaeya ur like he will so do

Uhm there’s like sm other scenes but idc tbh

One day ur like supposed to do some grand thing on a horse idk but KAEYA’S DAD SABOTAGES IT and throws like a little snake in front of ur horse and ur horse goes crazy and everyone’s laughing at you and u and ur horse run and u hide in the stables

Kaeya comes in and he’s like oh it wasn’t that bad and u get so mad at him because you KNOW his dad had smth to do with it and u storm off

Okay so like one day ur hosting a gathering at ur castle outside and everyone is like OMGG u guys r so cute lols and then kaeya brings a DATE and then you and ayato go up to them and you and kaeya start arguing about who has a better date and ayato and his date end up leaving cuz of ur constantt fighting

You both realized u were lowk stupid

You guys just stood there and here’s the convo

It was awkward- you had lost complete sight of Ayato and Kaeya’s date so now it was just you and Kaeya.

“Fantastic party,” He chuckled, trying to make it a bit more bearable “Thank you,” You gave him a fake smile, “You two make such a lovely couple!” You gasped, surprised as you gave him a real smile. “We do!” “A shame your not attracted to him.” “I know it- it- wait…oh- YOU! COME BACK HERE!”

OKAY SO u like end up chasing him into a really secluded area and there’s like performances going on so no one notices and just keep in mind there’s a fountain

“You can’t just say that and walk away! I will have you know that I am VERY attracted to Ayato! He understands me-“ “Understands you? Wow! Such a passion!” You just scoffed, holding out your fan. “You’re just jealous!” “Jealous of Ayato? Why would I be when he has to be married to you.” You glared at him, then hit him with your fan. “I loathe you!” He hits you with his newspaper and you gasp. “I loathe yoU!” “I loathed you first!” You scoffed, taking a step closer. You realized how close you’d gotten and he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you in as you let out a muffled yelp against his lips

Okay anyways UR LEG LIKE does the little kick where it goes up meaning u were ATTRACTED and its a PRETTY heated kiss and you wrap your arms around his neck and his hand goes around your waist and everything

You suddenly realize and back away.

“You’re only doing this so you can make me fall in love with you so you can take the crown!” You walk away, angrily, but he wraps an arm around your waist and gasp as he pulls you back in. “Well, maybe I am…but maybe I just like kissing you.”

You trip and you both fall into the fountain and now ur soaking wet and you just like leave him

Lisa sees u and she’s like do I wanna know and ur like no but she ends up lecturing u later that night

The next day its like mondstadt independent day and your out in the carriage and everyone is watching and kaeya and his dad r like watching and u see these kids getting picked on and u stop the parade to like see who these kids were and u find out its a whole group of orphans and u decide you’ll like give a bunch of money to the orphanage and decide you’ll donate one of the gigantic mansions you have around the castle to the kids

Kaeya low-key realizes right there he’s genuinely in love when he sees u with these kids

Okay so like a week later ur supposed to learn how to shoot an arrow on fire through a hoop for ur coronation but u suck at shooting an arrow and u literally almost light ayato on fire and Amber and ur maids have to duck

“You know, im gonna take a few steps back,” Amber chuckles, taking 15 steps away from you

Just before u were gonna shoot an arrow, Kaeya comes and Amber DRAGS the maids away to give u some alone time

“Take your stance,” He said, standing behind you. “Okay,” You breathed out. He chuckled at your stance and came closer, “Elbow down,” He pushed it down for you. “Use your mouth as an anchor, keep your finger close to your lips, and relax this hand.” He put his hand over yours, and your breath hitched. His other hand went onto your shoulder. “Breathe in, then shoot.”

You did so and ended up GETTING A BULLSEYE YEAHH and u start cheering and he was like holding onto you about to kiss you bUT YOU TURN AWAY BECAUSE UR SUPPOSED TO MARRY AYATOOO

Then later that night in ur room, Amber runs into her room announcing herself “AMBER COMING IN,”

You sit up, confused. “Uhh???? Hello what?”

She screams at u to look out your window and KAEYA IS THROWING PEBBLES AT IT OMG and u ask him wtf is he doing and he’s like I wanna go on a stroll with you and u debate with amber if u should go or not and she’s like YES so you take a shawl and climb down the vine of the wall and u end up falling RIGHT INTO HIS ARMS AND AMBER IS LAUGHING FROM THE WINDOW

You guys end up riding your horses kinda far from the castle all the way to a nearby lake and end up cuddling against a tree and you both like open up and share random facts and you guys slow-dance to nothing

Then you end up SLEEPING at the tree and you were cuddling him and it was not comfy tbh

You wake up and notice in the lake a news reporter is on the boat and you look at kaeya and scream at him and ur like “YOU PLANNED THIS!” And he’s like iDK WHAT UR TALKING ABT and there’s a whole fight and you end up leaving on your horse and back to the castle and Amber turns on the TV to show the news and its you and kaeya and your like OH FUCK AYATO and u just start crying to ur grandma

ayato tells you he’s still willing to marry you and ur like bROO UR SUCH A SWEETHEART MAN

Okay comes the day of the wedding ur scared shitless like ur shitting bricks

Kaeya doesn’t go to the wedding but his dad does and then kaeya’s maid FISCHL tells him his dad called the news reporter and he’s like BRO I HAVE TO GO TELL Y/N SO HE RUNS TO UR WEDDING

Later ayato’s bodyguard THOMA comes up to u JUST AS UR ABT TO WALK DOWN THE AISLE AND HE’S LIKE “if ur really in love, you’d know that kaeya did not call those reporters.” And ur like WOAH

Doors open ur halfway through the aisle when u stop and ur like bro I cannot do this and u RUN BACK AND EVERYONES LIKE WTF

Lisa runs after u and ur like I just need a minute and Lisa is like u are NOT marrying ayato ur so clearly in love with kaeya and I refuse to have you marry a Man U don’t love

U go back in and rush up the aisle and tell ayato that you’re so clearly not in love and he’s like low-key girl I did not wanna marry u LOL im in love with thoma

Anyway u announce to everyone that you will NOT BE GETTING MARRIED and ask the counsel to please reconsider their choice of having you be married and to think about their own daughters but then KAEYA’S DAD INTERRUPTS AND HE’S LIKE “The law clearly states a woman must marry to become queen and I have just another heir!”

KAEYA COMES AND HE’S LIKE, NO, U DON’T BECAUSE HE REFUSES TO BECOME KING AND DECARLES THAT YOU DESERVE TO BE QUEEN

Okay so council decides u become queen yeah yeah onto coronation this is like way too long

THE DAY OF UR CORONATION ur on the throne nervous and then kaeya comes in and kneels on one knee and he’s not proposing but he decries his love for u and hopes u accept and boom ur together ur now queen im done bye

kofi on masterlist!

#genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya x reader #genshin impact kaeya #genshin ayato #kamisato ayato #ayato x you #ayato x reader #disney #disney movies #genshin impact #thoma genshin impact

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First Date (Keisuke Baji x OC) chapter 1

PART 1 of The Only Exception

experimental emo!baji fic (Baji x OC that's just reader but with a name because i'd rather shoot myself than write y/n)

part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - ao3

Both, Baji and OC are into alternative music and I've tried to not describe OC physically so she can be anyone :)

pairing: Keisuke Baji x reader

word count: 7.2k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I don't know how to tag but here goes nothing: oral sex (both receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, face-fucking, penetrative sex, bathroom sex, slight asshole!baji, fem!reader

The met at a night club and turn it into a whole thing, songs to go with the story:

𝆕 Playlist

18 - Anarbor

First Date - blink-182

Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

The River - Good Charlotte

Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard

Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon

DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3

Cherrypie - Warrant

Rebel Love song - Black Veil Brides

The day of the event finally came. I’d been looking forward to Emo Nite for almost a month now, ever since my best friend called me screaming that the new date had been announced. You’d think being in university with the event manager would help stifle the excitement over it since we could get any information about it whenever we wanted, but it’d been months since the two of us had gone out anywhere. It was the only thing on my mind as I dragged myself through my lectures, 3 pm could not have come any sooner. Finally, as the last lecture of the day came to an end, I started packing up my notes, trying to figure out what I was going to wear.

My apartment was a short walk away from the university, the club, and our favourite gym, therefore this entire day was made that much easier as I didn’t have to depend on public transportation to get anywhere.

Just as I opened the front door to my place that I shared with my best friend and roommate, I was attacked by my favourite playlist blasting from her room, the playlist I had made for her to get in the zone for these kinds of parties, all consisting of the music I had got moaned at for listening to in my teens. It very obviously was not a phase, mom.

“You should put on 3OH!3” I let myself into her room.

“I don’t know what that means!!” She was frantically going through her wardrobe looking for something to wear.

“Give me the phone, trust me,” I said with a wink.

I clicked on the song and noticed some of my own clothes strewn over her bed, evidence that both of us currently had the same issue to decide on. I loved showing her the music I u̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ listen to as she never got to experience peak emo and scene culture in the town where she grew up.

“What the fuck kind of line is ‘I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him’”

“Mai, don’t question peak songwriting. It’s iconic.”

She rolled her eyes, but I knew she was enjoying it.

It was my turn to cook so I got to work preparing food for both of us before a well-deserved rest. Since I’d never been good at estimating the amount of rice needed for two people, there was now a full pot of leftovers that I promptly put away while cleaning up.

The music blasting from Mai’s room was making me dance around the kitchen and postponing the tiredness I’d felt ever since opening my eyes in the morning. To take advantage of that burst of energy, I cleaned up all surfaces in the kitchen and dining room, giving Mai a break from her turn for cleaning that day, and moved on to the bathroom, where I made sure everything looked decent enough not to put me into a slump when we wake up the next day. Satisfied with the work, it was time to take a short nap before going to the gym.

“Maybe this was a mistake, maybe we were too ambitious to plan to go out after the gym.” My friend complained on the way home.

“Well, maybe you should’ve done a low-intensity set like me like I told you! Because I’m feeling great!”

“I’m too old for this shit.”

“You’re 22! I dread to think how you’ll feel when you’re 80.”

She just stuck her tongue out at me in response.

Both of us felt rejuvenated after a shower and it was high time to start getting dressed and doing our makeup. The playlist was back on and so was the random singing and shouting. I decided on a black blink-182 top, black jeans that are so ripped that I put fishnets on underneath, and an oversized denim jacket over the top.

The guitar pick necklace matched the t-shirt and all that was left was to put a fuck ton of eyeliner on. I went into Mai’s room to check on her and, damn, she looked incredible. She’d fit right in with her shorts, completely ripped black tights, Linkin Park t-shirt, and a plaid shirt wrapped tightly around her waist. I wolf-whistled.

“Not sure I can let you out like that, Mai.”

“Is something wrong with it? Is it too much? Oh no it’s too much isn’t it…”

“Hell no I’m just thinking of the best way to swat people away when they start swarming you.”

She smirked at the comment “You look just like you did in your old photos…just with better hair.”

“Please don’t remind me, I can still smell the hair spray.”

We sat on the floor and started doing our makeup, occasionally changing songs on her speakers and cracking stupid jokes. When we were done it was around 10 pm and Mai insisted on taking photos before leaving. My eyeliner sort of matched her plaid shirt, big black wings with red lines underneath, on my inner corners, and slicing through my eyebrows. On the lips, I opted for black-red ombre lipstick hoping it doesn’t transfer onto my cup of whatever I chose to drink.

The walk to the club was pleasant as it wasn’t too cold or too hot. With those last breaths of fresh air of the night, we walked in and found our names on the list to be let inside. The space wasn’t very big, but it had only a few open windows so I felt sweat dripping down my back almost as soon as we got to the dance floor. Waving at the DJ and the event manager, we made our way to the bar. Mai started flirting with the bartender and I really had to respect the swiftness with which she got her first free drink of the night.

I grabbed my extortionately priced can of Red Bull and a straw and headed to the floor. There was quite a big crowd of people on one end of the room so we danced our way to the other side. The big reason why I loved going out with Mai is that she left all her shyness at home and sang from the top of her lungs even if her words were wrong. I, on the other hand, had to be broken out of my shell every time.

After a while, having gotten comfortable with a big crowd of people all around us, I started noticing familiar faces walking in. Some of Mai’s friends from one of her lectures were there and we very quickly joined them in carving out some space for our group on the dancefloor. I could feel the makeup melting and everyone was getting water to freshen up so I decided to venture out to find the nearest toilet. Mai followed me out and kept singing as we walked past a group of guys, one of whom nearly knocked me into the wall.

“Watch it, assholes!” She shouted after them as I was regaining balance.

There was broken glass stuck in the soles of my vans and I could feel it scrape the floor as I walked on.

“I swear some people don’t understand the concept of personal space, are you okay?” her worrying was adorable.

“Yeah, I just have to pick out the glass from my soles now. He didn’t even apologise, did he?”

“Nah, that’s okay I’ll find him back inside and feed him my fist though, don’t you worry.” I laughed as she pretended to punch the hand dryer. We tried to dab some sweat off of our faces with toilet paper but soon gave up as it would probably build up as soon as we stepped back into the room. Heading back, my favourite song came on and I had to sprint to get back to our group and share my excitement with others.

“I really fucking love this song!” I shouted into someone’s ear, only to realise it was not one of my people, but the very asshole that pushed me in the hallway minutes before, along with his friends. He looked me up and down and, smirking like I was a child expressing their enjoyment of an animated film, chuckled “Good for you”.

I turned to find Mai, but she had already seen the interaction and followed what happened with raised eyebrows.

“Was that…”

“Someone that still needs to get punched for being a dick? Yeah that’s the guy.”

“Mai, he’s hot. Why didn’t you tell me he was this hot! I would’ve pushed myself to save him the trouble of doing it himself if he needed me to!”

“I can’t hear half the words you just said and I don’t think I want to. You’re too sexually frustrated for your own good.”

Still I couldn’t stop picturing his face as he looked me up and down. Did he like what he saw? Did he find me cringe? Did he realise I was the person he pushed? I could’ve sworn I caught a glimpse of adorable fangs in his mouth, was he one of those weirdos that wore fake fangs to emo events?

Mai dragged me to the bar to get another drink, but I kept scanning the room to find the asshole vampire guy. With a new can in hand, I went towards the DJ to talk to the event manager. She was a really cool girl I had met waiting for our professor to start the lecture because both of us wore the same band t-shirt. Ever since she started organising these parties, Mai and I have been on the list and stayed until the very end of the party.

“What’s wrong? You never not sing along to Ocean Avenue,” Hana waved in front of my face. Mai chuckled and told her I was just too horny to function.

“Who’s the target tonight?” Hana asked with a massive grin.

“That long-haired asshole next to the bar,” Mai pointed towards him and his group of friends, all of them with drinks in their hands and not really dancing or looking like they were there for the music.

They kept talking while I made my way back out of the room to get some air and space to think. When someone stood next to where I was crouching, I assumed it was Mai trying to get me back inside.

“Sorry about pushing you earlier,” a voice that definitely wasn’t Mai’s said.

I looked up and was greeted by a pair of bronze eyes and a serious face framed by long black hair. Leaning on the wall with hands in his pockets, it was Asshole Vampire from before. The one I couldn’t stop looking for in the crowd, now he stood next to me where I could hear him better. I quickly stood up and swayed a little from getting up too fast.

“I didn’t think you even noticed someone falling and stepping on glass because of you.” My voice was vibrating from screaming along with the music earlier.

“I know it’s not really an excuse, but I tried to get back as soon as possible to hear the song that was playing. I love Black Veil Brides.” He chuckled and looked down.

I looked him over, he was wearing a white button-up shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, black jeans, and black Converse. His hair was long and shiny, falling forward nonchalantly.

“I will say that just might be a good enough reason, I’ll try to call off the hit I put on you.” I tried sounding casual despite the fact that he was standing so close to me I could feel the warmth of his body.

“That would be great, thanks. You have a good music taste, apparently. Good Charlotte is one of my favourite bands.”

I looked at him and blushed, that meant he definitely knew it was me shouting in his ear earlier.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I thought you were someone I knew.”

He looked amused, “I’m Keisuke. Now I’m also someone you know.”

I shook his hand, trying to secretly admire his beautiful long fingers. “Yuna. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“I’ve never managed to get my friends to come with me before, and I’m not the type to go out to clubs by myself.”

“Well, I hope you get them to come next time as well, I’ve been to every Emo Nite and they’re always amazing. I’m friends with the event manager as well.” Wow shut up, I thought to myself, who gives a shit.

“They’re not really into the same music, that’s why we’re just standing there like statues. Just observing. Like a bunch of creeps.”

That made me shiver a bit. Was I actually holding a conversation with this guy? If only Mai could see me now…she’d probably run over to punch Keisuke in the face.

“I get it, luckily, my friend is discovering this music now and likes it, I’ve been into it since I was probably 10.”

“Ahhh, the right age to sing about all the greatest pains in life, back before you even knew what the real world was.” He stared ahead like he knew that pain now.

“Yeah, but it’s been 12 years since then, and it’s still my day-to-day music.”

“You’re 22 then?” He looked back at me, “Are you from around here? We could’ve been in the same year..”

“I moved here for university.” Okay great, he was my age and he had the same music taste. I couldn’t help but wonder what his lips would taste like…

“You know I can see you staring at my lips, right?” He grinned, obviously very pleased with himself having caught me staring.

“Hm? Oh…yeah. You’re insanely gorgeous, sorry,” I cringed at myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? May as well go get Mai and head home, there is no way I could enjoy my night after this. A soft chuckle escaped his mouth “Likewise, I didn’t get a very good look at you inside, but now that I can see you properly, I’m really glad I came out to check on you.”

Wait, what? “Check on me?”

“It seemed like you were unwell, and when you headed out I wanted to make sure you didn’t collapse or something,” he shrugged. My heart started pounding, he was looking at me inside? He worried about me? He wanted to help me? Woah.

“That’s very kind, coming from the guy who almost flattened me with the wall.”

He threw his head back and laughed, “Are you going to hold that against me forever?”

“Maybe,” I smiled at him, “unless you make it up to me.”

He turned to face me completely.

“Well, how about we head back inside to enjoy some music together, and you think of a way for me to me it up to you?”

I took in his gorgeous jawline and the canines peeking through his lips.

“Lead the way, Keisuke.”

We went back inside, I immediately started scanning the crowd for Mai or Hana. They waved me over to them and I grabbed Keisuke’s hand to lead him to them. Mai’s eyes went wide and I knew we were going to have to talk about this later.

“Keisuke, this is Mai, my best friend, and that’s Hana, she organised this event,” I shouted into his ear, inhaling the scent of his hair.

Mai looked him up and down and Hana shook his hand. I was pleading with Mai with my eyes not to beat the shit out of him right then and there, signalling that I didn’t want him dead.

“I’m going to stay over at Hana’s tonight, if that’s okay with you, Yuna.” Hana turned to her with questions in her eyes, but Mai pinched her arm and smiled at her.

Was she trying to give me some kind of a signal? Keisuke looked between us, all I could do was just nod and go dance. It seemed too convenient that the next song that was playing was a slow one. Keisuke grabbed my hand, “I assume you want to dance to blink-182,” he nodded at my t-shirt and necklace.

I couldn’t believe it. We’d been dancing for several songs now, surprisingly, he’s actually got rhythm. Mai decided to stay with Hana and not come back for me, which normally never happens. It was always the two of us against everyone in the room. Maybe she saw the tension between Keisuke and me - wait…was there tension between Keisuke and me? He was looking down at me and smiling most of the time, save for when he was belting out to the music. Especially when both of us were singing the wrong lyrics to Fall Out Boy. After a while, he dragged me to the hallway to speak to me.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He looked at me intensely. It took me a few seconds to catch on.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Do you live nearby?”

This wasn’t weird, right? To the rational part of my brain, it sounded like a bad idea, but I’d been imagining what his lips would feel like on my neck for a good part of the night.

“Yeah, walking distance,” As soon as I said that he leaned down and caught my lips with his. I reached for his neck and brought him closer, deepening the kiss. His lips were soft and I could smell his shampoo as his hair fell to tickle my face. There was a low vibration in the back of his throat. When he broke the kiss he looked into my eyes like he was trying to read them. I could get lost just staring at his face. He smiled and took my hand, “Lead the way, Yuna.”

I fumbled around my pockets trying to text Mai while he let his friends know he wasn’t going home with them. It seemed like a fortunate coincidence that Mai was staying over at Hana’s tonight.

Yunaaaaasty, 01:28

i’m going home with vampire guy, am i making the biggest mistake of my life?

Mai Darling, 01:29

thought so :) why did you think i made Hana let me stay over?

Yunaaaaasty, 01:29

you’re a mastermind and i owe you for this

Mai Darling, 01:30

oh yes you do but honestly it’s not as fun singing i’m not okay without you <3333

just let me know if you’re dead or alive in the morning so i can alert the police kbye have fun ;)

I looked up as Keisuke reached for my hand, his grip was so warm it immediately made my heart jump. I could feel warmth pooling in my stomach in anticipation of what might happen in just a few short minutes. Keisuke kept asking me questions about my life on our way there, though I wasn’t exactly sure why he was so curious if this was to be only a one-time thing. Maybe he was trying to determine if I was a psycho killer of some sort…or maybe he was? Oh well, he was so gorgeous I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant having some fun with him beforehand.

We walked up the stairs and he started kissing behind my ear. My skin felt tight in anticipation of his touch and I felt myself shiver as his kisses trailed down to my neck.

“You’re distracting me, I’m trying to get us inside at least,” I chuckled at him.

“How long does it normally take you to unlock your front door?”

“Hey it’s difficult finding the key in this mess of keychains, now I have you making me thinking about uhhh…other things as well.”

He moved to my lips and nipped at my bottom lip. “Oh and what is it that I’m making you think about?” There is no way I was saying that out loud outside my apartment, so I just pushed the door open and dragged him inside after me.

I started taking my denim jacket off all the while not breaking the kiss and leading him to my bedroom. I shut the door and clumsily shook off my Vans, starting to unbutton his shirt. He looked at me with hungry eyes, his hands travelling along my hips and up to my breasts. Luckily, the fairy lights around my bed frame were left on so I could see his eyes as he was drinking in the lust in my eyes. When he shrugged off his shirt, he started unbuttoning my jeans and pushed me toward my desk, still messy with my coursework and at least four dictionaries and other heavy tomes. I broke the kiss to put the books away when he chuckled, “Damn, I was kind of hoping to knock it over in the heat of the moment and eat you out on top of the desk,” As hot as that would’ve been, this was the product of a month of research and hard work and it deserved to be put away safely.

“If I hadn’t spent all my sanity working on this paper I would say yes.”

“Can I still eat you out at least?” I felt my knees threatening to give out, why was his saying that so damn hot?

“Please,” I moaned into his mouth and started to peel my fishnets off when he grabbed my hands to stop me.

“Keep them on,” his breathy voice rolled into my ear, “but how attached are you to those panties?”

This confused me, but he already grabbed the fabric of my underwear and started ripping them on the side and casting them away. He lifted me up and put me on top of my desk, now trailing his mouth down my torso to where my panties were a few seconds ago. His large hands ripped the crotch of my tights and started putting his hair up into a ponytail. I hadn’t noticed the hair tie that had been around his wrist until he took it off and held it with his teeth.

My head spun when he lowered his lips to my heat and started to lick long strokes between the folds. Leaning back on my hands, I let out a breathy moan that made him chuckle into me and start sucking on my clit.

“Oh my..Keisuke yes,” I couldn’t keep it in anymore, his tongue swirled all around the most sensitive area and when I looked down at his face his eyes were set on me, as if he needed to make sure I was coming undone. As if my moans and hitched breaths weren’t enough of a sign, he needed to see it with his own eyes.

My hand went to the base of his ponytail to bring him closer to me, as I did so it felt like he dug in with an even stronger intensity than before. I was nearing my peak when he inserted a finger inside me. I could feel his lips spreading into a smile when he saw my reaction like he was saving that move until the end.

“Let go, Yuna. If you cum on my tongue now I’ll let you ride me.” That was all that was needed to push me over the edge and make me shake with pleasure while his hand held me down on the desk.

He got up and pulled my t-shirt off, slowly unbuckling my bra and adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Keisuke let his hair back down and started pulling my hair into a ponytail, tying it with his hair tie. I pushed him onto my bed and crawled up to his crotch, pulling his jeans down as he pushed his Converse off his feet.

When I pulled down his boxers I was met with his hard cock slapping his abdomen and, looking up into his eyes, gave the head an experimental lick. His eyelashes fluttered and he closed his eyes so I took it as a sign to continue.

Keisuke let out the sweetest moan when I took as much of his length as I could into my mouth, one hand on his shaft, the other on the balls. With long, circular motions, my tongue slid all over his cock, licking off any drops of precum it dripped.

His balls were in my hand, softly being massaged, causing him to huff and moan softly. His hand reached for my hair and grabbed it to lead me how he wanted me. He held me in place as his hips thrust up. As his thrusts got more and more frantic, my throat had had enough, so I released his balls from my hand and grabbed the hand that was holding my ponytail signalling I needed a break.

He released me and dragged me up to his face to kiss me, but I had to get things moving to get him inside of me as soon as possible.

Leaning over to my bedside table, I pushed aside my phone and Polaroid camera, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and turned on some music, “Alexa, play Oh My Word It’s Happening playlist.” When the first song started playing, he let out a laugh,

“Really, First Date?”

“Hey, I want to make this night last forever, okay?”

I handed him the condom and straddled his abdomen, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Keisuke’s hair was spread over the pillow like a dark halo, framing his beautiful face, I almost forgot how to breathe. His hands were trailing along my thighs, still covered with fishnet tights, as I positioned myself above his hard cock, slowly lowering myself down, his eyes rolling back and filthy moans escaping his soft lips.

When I sunk fully onto his cock, I couldn’t help myself but let out a high-pitched moan which seemed to wake him from the bliss he was in. He grabbed my hips and helped me bounce myself on him. The thickness that spread my walls made me feel full, and each thrust scratched an impossible itch inside me. When Keisuke started grunting with each thrust I knew he was nearing his peak. I reached to rub my clit with one hand, but he swiftly knocked it aside and replaced it with his own. I threw my head back in pure pleasure and let out all the pent-up pressure from my throat as I came all over his dick, he followed soon after with an animalistic moan and stopped thrusting.

He looked spent and let go of my hips, I needed to burn the image of him lying underneath me into the insides of my eyelids. I reached over to grab my camera,

“Do you mind if I take one of you?” I motioned with the camera. He gave me a small smile,

“Is this some kind of a psycho killer trophy you’re collecting?”I couldn’t help but laugh,

“Maybe, but I want to remember this.” He nodded with a blissful smile, so I looked through a viewfinder and pushed the button. Putting the camera aside, I got off of him and lay next to him, gently taking the condom off and launching it into the bin.

“I feel obligated to mention that I’ve never done this before,” He raised his eyebrow at my comment, causing me to correct myself, “I mean, I’ve never brought someone home like this, especially after just meeting them.” He was tracing shapes on my stomach, all the while staring into my eyes.

“Me neither,” he admitted, “I’m still not convinced you’re not some psycho killer taking advantage of young men, taking salacious photos of them, and then disposing of their corpses in the nearby bushes.” I just had to laugh at the notion,

“You seem to have put a lot of thought into this scenario, are you sure you’re not the murderer?” He leaned over to place a kiss on my shoulder,

“Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” Looking over at him, I took in his loose hair, now messy and half-resting on my pillows.

“Honestly, after this, I think I would gladly let you kill me. I don’t remember the last time I felt this good.” When Keisuke pulled me closer to him, resting his hand on my hip, I swear I could have floated away.

After some conversation that sounded way too casual considering the way we had just made each other feel, I heard Keisuke’s stomach rumble so I offered to get him some food and dragged him out of bed and into the kitchen. He managed to put his boxers back on while I put on my pyjama top and we made way to investigate the food situation.

“I’ve got some leftovers from today, I mean, I guess it’s technically yesterday now.” I pulled out the tub with leftover fried rice and chicken and stuck it into the microwave while he inspected the fridge door that was littered with polaroids of Mai and me, some from our work with other coworkers, some of us cuddling her cats from back home, some of our birthday and end-of-exams parties, and others of my old dance group from different competitions we attended.

“You have cats?” He seemed really interested in all individual photos.

“Ah, no, those are Mai’s parents’ cats. They live in the middle of nowhere and have a bunch of animals, unfortunately, we couldn’t get any of her pets here when we moved in,” I pointed at another photo of me with a big black labrador sitting on the beach, “That’s my dog, but he lives with my parents, as I’m too busy to take care of a dog right now.” He nodded and looked over a few more photos before stepping towards me and pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

At that moment the microwave beeped and I went to grab the food and plate it up. We ate standing in the kitchen, neither of us feeling inclined to move away from each other. Keisuke was stuffing his face like he hadn't eaten in days,

“I think you need to slow down,” I said with a smirk.

“This is amazing, I can’t stop,” he said with his mouth full.

When he was done, he started to put the plates into the dishwasher and I offered him something to drink. With him in the kitchen, I made my way to the bathroom to wipe my makeup off, noticing the lipstick hadn’t transferred at all. Keisuke appeared behind me when I had taken off most of the makeup and started touching my ass. Luckily I didn’t put any underwear on, remembering how he ripped the pair I wore earlier. I looked at him through the mirror and smiled at his gentle caresses. He seemed entranced by my skin and started making his way towards my bare heat. Gently rubbing my sensitive lips, he elicited soft moans from my lips. Our eyes met in the mirror and he returned my smile,

“You’re so beautiful, did you know that? I loved seeing you with the makeup, but this,” he reached for my cheek with his hand, the other one still rubbing my pussy, “is incredible.”

He grabbed my face and kissed it, making me moan into his mouth which made him change his approach and sink a finger inside of me. He groaned when my walls sucked his finger in, adding another and hooking them to hit the most sensitive spot inside. My legs started shaking with pleasure, which seemed to amuse him enough to giggle and move to stand right behind me, spreading my legs.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” Keisuke whispered, “but you’re making me feel feral, like no amount of touching you will ever be enough,” his voice was making me wet with desire.

“Feral? We can do it like they do it on the Discovery channel then,” I invited him for another round. I opened one of the drawers under the sink and passed him a condom, causing him to chuckle,

“Very convenient.”

“We like to be prepared,” he aligned his once again hard cock with my entrance and pushed in, throwing his head back in pleasure, my back arching to get a better angle, still holding the edges of the sink. He pushed into me until I couldn’t take any more and gasped loudly. He stopped and started pulling out and pushing back in, only up to the point I could handle. This angle made hitting the sensitive spot so much easier, it made me gasp and whine with every single one of his thrusts. His hands were squeezing my ass like it was the only thing keeping him grounded on this Earth. His cock was buried deep inside of me, hitting my most sensitive areas, pulling me apart from the inside.

I threw my head back and Keisuke took the opportunity to grab my jaw and pull me towards his face. He was grunting into my ear and kissing my neck, I was certain I wouldn’t last much longer.

With his teeth, he scraped along my neck. With a cry, I creamed on his cock, which only seemed to make him go faster and harder. “Good girl, hold on tight,” he whispered into my ear, letting go of my jaw and instead holding the base of my ponytail as I held onto the wall in front of me for dear life. One of his hands snaked around me and found my clit, rubbing it in circular motions, sending me into another orgasm, this one louder than the last.

Never breaking pace, he chuckled and smacked my ass three times before returning both his hands on my ass, pulling me into his hips repeatedly.

“Faster Keisuke, please!” I cried out, and he obliged. Soon after that I felt another wave of pleasure threatening to swallow me whole. Just as I started crying out his name again, he moaned into my hair and finished, slowing his thrust leading us both through our orgasms. Once he stopped, our eyes locked in the mirror once more, I didn’t know if I had it in me to smile at him. His cock slid out of me and he took off the condom and threw it away, spinning me around to kiss me with all the energy he had left. I had half a mind to thank him, but I couldn’t form words anymore, I just grabbed his hand and led him back into my bedroom, cuddling into him on the bed.

“Yuna?”

“Hmmm?”

“Are you okay?”

Turning around to face him, I caressed his face, taking in his loose hair, soft eyes, slightly protruding canines, and soft lips. I wanted to look at him forever, there’s something arresting about his face making me incapable of looking away.

“Why do you ask?” Was he overthinking this whole night? Is he trying to make me start kicking him out so he doesn’t have to make the first move?

“You haven’t said a word since…since we fucked in the bathroom.” His tone was that of worry.

“I think… you may have taken every ounce of energy that I had saved for conversation,” I said with a giggle, “I came twice before that, and then three times in the bathroom. A girl needs to breathe and rest.”

His smile returned, lighting his face up, I just had to close the distance between us and kiss him softly.

“How are you feeling?” I wondered, gently caressing his arm.

“Completely empty. I feel like all my worries and stress just,” he made a floating gesture with his hand, “disappeared.”

“I think we both deserve some sleep, don’t you agree?”

He looked into my eyes as if to read them again, then rolled me over, pressed me into his form, and softly whispered good night.

I grabbed my phone only to be met with a few messages from Mai:

Mai Darling, 2:30

hope you’re not dead because Hana said there’s another party in 2 weeks and she’ll kill us if we don’t come

Mai Darling, 3:15

ok you’re either dead and i have to clean up the apartment of your blood or you’re still fucking and i hope to everything holy it’s the latter and i don’t have to get the blood out of the carpet

Mai Darling, 4:45

i’m gonna choose to believe you’re so fucked out you can’t even pick up your phone. get it girl. Message me when you can though

Yunaaaaasty, 5:20

alive but barely. came five times. hurts my brain to think we have work today. see you soon.

Mai Darling, 5:21

YESSSSSSSS i knew that little bastard had it in him…or more accurately he had it in you! ;)

i’m home around 9, prepare the report and i’m making us some coffee for that piping hot tea

What a weirdo. My eyelids closed to the soft sound of Keisuke’s light snores.

With a start, my eyelids flew open to quickly switch off the alarm before it woke up Keisuke. With a groan, he flipped over to his back, hand reaching over to try and locate his phone. He sat up to rummage through the pile of clothes we left on the floor to fish it out of his pocket.

“Ah, shit. I have work in a few hours,” he looked over at me and smiled, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t stay a tiny bit longer. That is, if you want me here?” His eyes were full of hope.

I pulled him towards me and caught him in a kiss, his hand started wandering underneath the sheets, grabbing my boobs, hips, thighs, pulling me closer. Every time he squeezed me a moan escaped my mouth into his, which seemed to make him more eager each time.

His hands travelled down to my pussy and started to softly spread my folds, ghosting over my clit with each move. In an attempt to get more friction, I started to roll my hips on his hand, desperately trying to unravel the bundle of tension already forming in my belly. He smirked and probed my entrance with a finger, catching the gasp coming out of my mouth with his own.

I was already reaching back into the drawer to fish out another condom, expecting another round, when his mouth left mine to trail kisses and nibbles down my neck to my collarbone while his other hand was holding my neck. Am I getting into this? His hands are so pretty that I kind of want them around my neck for a little longer.

“How are you so amazing at this?” I squeezed out between moans. He chuckled, “It’s a curse.”

“Then please curse me again.”

His head snapped up and we locked eyes. Grabbing the condom from my hand he got in my face, “Only because you asked me nicely, gorgeous.”

This time his thrusts were slower, towering over me, leaning on his elbows, his hair fell into my face, smelling of his shampoo and my perfume mixed together. Citrusy and sweet. I hoped the pillow he had slept on kept the scent a little bit longer. His eyes were focused on my face, following every hitched breath as he hit my sensitive spot with every move.

My insides squeezed his length with the desire to keep him inside a bit longer, the slow and lazy motions we were going through seemed very fitting with the chilly morning air coming in through the open window. As fast and rough as last night’s sex was, this morning’s sex was gentle, careful, and deliberate. My hands were firmly planted on his back, nails scratching slowly. I was soon brought to my peak again, this time it wasn’t sudden and needy, but slow and sure.

“Keisuke I’m close,” I moaned right into his ear, which seemed to set off something in him as his pupils dilated and his movements became needier. Like he’ll drop through the ground into the centre of the Earth if he doesn’t chase our orgasms.

“Say it again,” he squeezed out through his moans.

“Keisuke! I’m so close, keep it going please!”

“More,” his voice was desperate, his eyes were squeezed shut with concentration.

“Please I need you, Keisuke! You feel so good, you’re making me cum!”

With a cry, we finished in sync and he dropped on top of me, barely breathing just like me. He pulled out slowly and discarded the condom, pushing his hair back from his face.

“How many times was that?”

“This was my sixth, but it felt more intense than the ones before.”

The look on his face was that of beaming pride and bliss. “Not bad for one night,” he said with a wink, “but I’m afraid I have to get going if I want to at least shower before work.”

“Where do you work?” Considering how much we talked throughout the night, I didn’t get this important piece of information. Sure, now I knew what his life goals were, how old he was when he broke his first tooth, and how many bikes he had crashed in his childhood, but somehow his place of employment hadn’t popped up.

“Pet zone. The one next to the main square.” He raked his fingers through his hair, leaving me in awe of his lean body and toned arms. He started putting his clothes back on, so I got up to find a new pair of underwear and an oversized T-shirt.

Now that we were both dressed, we met in the middle of the room with another deep kiss, this time he pulled me into a hug. Huh, we had fucked 3 times and I fed him, but we just hugged for the first time. I could’ve just melted in his arms, but the sound of the front door unlocking made me step away and see him to the door.

Mai walked in with a big smile on her face and a bag of groceries.

“Good morning sleepyhead, time to start on breakfast!” She said with too much energy for both of us.

“Actually, I have to get going or I won’t make it to work,” with a quick kiss to my lips, he started for the door.

Mai turned to him as if wondering what he was still doing there.

“Okay, great seeing you, Kazuki,” she said with a smile.

“Likewise, Mirei.”

She frowned slightly, “It’s Mai.”

He smirked, “It’s Keisuke.” He winked at me and closed the door behind him.

Mai turned to me with a grin, “I like him, he can take a joke. Right,” she clapped her hands, marching into the kitchen, “I’m making coffee, you’re getting ready to spill everything. Apart from the coffee, of course.”

With sleep still in my eyes, I made for my bedroom to put the books and papers back onto the desk and let some more air in, since the whole room smelled of sex. As I raked through my hair, I realised his hair tie was still in my hair, I wondered if he left it with me on purpose.

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arriansarchive · 8 months

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Sub!Peter B. Parker/Dom!Male!Spider!Reader

Hdhdjd

Warnings because I always forget them: uhhh scent thing? scent kink???, getting caught, PANCAKES, porn, simple dick sucking

I tried to make the scent thing less weird but I think I failed with the wording I'll be honest

Before Mayday of course

Okay for my update schedule I'm going to try and get something out every/every other Sunday and maybe sooner if I feel like it

I'm easing myself into using the word dick and penis more can you tell? I damn well hope you can cause I go through hell trying to do it

I hate the word suckle

This is less mean!dom!reader then I usually do but it'll have to work because I'm on a time crunch here

Summary: would you like some plot with your porn???? yes? too damn bad

Your house was surprisingly quiet and desolate tonight as you flip the pancakes you were making for dinner. Nobody ever said a Spider had to have a good eating schedule to be a hero, you know.

The last pancake got shoved onto the plate, and you wooped in hurray. Hunger was one of your biggest weaknesses during missions (and everyday life).

"Peter!" You called.

Your fruitcake boyfriend, Peter B. Parker, was also a Spider working for Miguel. He had recently got home from a particularly hard mission, so the pancakes were mostly for him.

No call back or footsteps came from your shared room. You wait a second, a minute, ten minutes, still nothing came.

But then you hear a slight squeaking from something against the wall. Your eyebrows crease in confusion as you walk slowly towards the room, preparing for a fight.

You slammed open the door to a quite erotic scene. Peter had a pair of your boxers from the dirty clothes basket you both shared held up to his face. His hand that wasn't holding them was stroking his dick furiously.

You lean against the door frame and watched for a second, contemplating whether to continue the moment or ruin it once you make yourself known.

"Peter." It was almost like a command.

Your voice was lustful and your eyes glazed over with the thoughts that consumed you like a body of water you were sinking in.

His eyes shot open and he lowered the hand covering his face with the boxers to his lap. His expression was surprised and shocked.

"M/N, I thought you were making pancakes." He muttered.

You chuckled a little. "I was until I heard our ridiculously loud bed creaking and then walked in to this."

His face was completely beet red at this point, and his hand had let go of his painfully erect 'problem' he was dealing with.

"The pancakes are done then?" He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

You nod. "But I'm going to finish what you started before you eat them."

His face looks bewildered and slightly betrayed. You guess he feels this way because your letting the pancakes get slightly colder than normal.

Once he talks, your thoughts are confirmed. "M/N, the pancakes will get cold!"

Without a word, you crawl quickly onto the bed and capture his red and puffy lips into a ferocious kiss that took all the breath away from you.

It feels like you pulled away all too soon to kiss down his jaw, neck, and finally arrive at his collarbones where he was the most sensitive.

Peter groans a little when you start to suckle on one of his sweet spots you had hit not even two nights before.

He tries to snake his hand through your entangled bodies to touch himself, but you bat his hand away quickly.

"No, I'm going to do it." You declared darkly.

He furrowed his eyebrows in testy defiance but ended up not acting on it. His arm went to hold onto your shoulders while you straddled him lightly.

Leaning down silently, your lips wrapped around the tip of his weeping cock. Peter's groans filled the air that was heavy with the scent of erotica.

His legs were shaking violently and squeezing around your head while you lick a stripe up the vein of his dick.

"Oh shit, M/N!" He sucked in a breath quickly. "I'm gonna cum."

"Already?" You half-heartedly complained.

He whined as you came off with a 'pop' sound. Leaning on your elbows, you look up at him through your lashes in thought.

"Should I let you cum yet, Peter?" You tilted your head in faked innocence.

He blinked in confusion and then rolled his eyes affectionately because he knew what you wanted from him.

Peter sighed and closed his eyes. "Yes, please."

Grinning evilly, you lowered yourself back onto him, immediately setting a fast pace to get him to achieve his orgasm.

He screamed, probably loud enough for the neighbors to complain about, and white ropes of cum shot out of his tip and into your eagerly waiting mouth.

His breaths were labored with the strain of staying up even if he was leaning on the headboard. Peter looked at you in contemplation.

You stood up slowly with a mischievous grin present on your face.

"Where are you going?" He questioned.

"I don't know about you, Pete, but I'm going to eat some of the cold pancakes I made."

With that, you walked away from Peter briskly, leaving him to wallow in his post-orgasm clarity.

#male reader #fanfiction #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #peter b parker #peter b parker x male reader #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker x y/n #peter b parker x you #spiderman #spiderverse #smut

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ezgee-badally · 7 months

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“Break Me Please”

A softer story to cleanse my palate a bit. This started as a short post but I am a writer so it turned into this lol.

18+ Trigger Warning: Light Homophobic language

Original Post: I Need some overzealous politically active uppity dyke in my town to discover my small but growing kink blog and try to blackmail me….

She and I have been fighting over the right way to respond to hate speech at pride events. I wanted to get the input of the community first, organize counter protesters and arrange for security and safe rides home. You wanted to act right away. Go get some people together and slash their tires and graffiti their homes. You’re mad at me after a debate between the two of us got particularly vicious. You search and dig for anything you can use to get me to back down, and you hit the Jackpot.

While rubbing yourself and going through your sapphic porn blogs before bed one night you go to block some dykebreaking blog that ended up in your feed. But the writing looks so familiar. You read a few more of my posts and start to DM me. After a few days you offer “Talking to you has been really fucking hot, if you tell me your name I’ll record myself screaming it out while I cum.”

I give you a fake name.

You start to lose it. “Cut the shit I know who you Fucking are I have your number in my phone.”

“Then text me.” I say.

You prove who you are and that you know who I am. I refuse to talk about it anymore through DM. You invite me to your place to discuss terms.

“Shut it down and quit volunteering. If I hear you’re trying to break any dykes ever again I’ll expose you for the pig you are.” She says as I scan the area. Nice house, if a little messy.

“No.” I say, and I stand up. “In fact I think I know why you didn’t just tell everyone in the first place whore.”

You instinctively back up a pace. “What are you talking about?”

You pull out your phone. You prepare a quick email and show your thumb hovering over the button. “Touch me and I’ll hit send.”

I walk towards you slowly, I grab your wrists and push you against the wall, your phone drops from your hand and clatters to the ground. I stare deeply into your eyes for a long moment before kissing you deeply and passionately. You kiss back surprising me. And we have a long, near-violent make out session. When I pull away to bite and kiss your neck I can hear the mixture of animal lust and self loathing in the soft involuntary moans between breaths. I can feel your body cede control to me and you stop resisting me pinning you to the wall. I release one of your hands from my grip and go to gently fondle your breasts, then move to start tracing my fingers around your areolae before pinching and tweaking your nipple with my finger. “Fuck you have nice tits dyke.” I say in a breathy whisper.

You push me away and slap me, it’s like you came out of a trance. “Fucking pig, get away from me. I like girls, you can’t turn me.”

I look you up and down with an animal lust in my eyes. “Then stop me. Say no, do something about it.” And I kiss you again, you can’t help but think about how my rough thick tongue would feel against your clit… you pull away and spit in my face resisting your own primal urges. “Pig, I’ll never let you fuck me.”

I wipe the spit from my face, and I shove my hand down your pants with one hand. You move to stop me but it’s too late, I’m already prodding and exploring your already wet little pussy with my finger. You gasp as I do and squirm a little in embarrassment. “You like being choked whore?” I whisper as I nibble your earlobe. You moan gently and nod affirmatively. I wrap my free hand around your throat. You grab my wrist but you don’t pull away you push my hand harder against your throat. “I don’t want to turn you. I want to break you, I want you to know for a fact your gay when I finally break you on my hot pulsing misogynist dykebreaking cock.” As I plunge a second finger inside you, pushing and wriggling and exploring. After savouring your each and every moan and movement, I use my finger to search for your swollen clit and gently prod it. Your leg twitches involuntarily as I do.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it. It’s been long enough it doesn’t even matter what you want, your body is telling you what you want.”

Your heart is thumping, your body hot with shame and desire. Your breathing is heavy as I continue running my finger around your clit, you start to feel something stirring inside you. My pace changes and I start to find a steady rhythm. The muscles in your back twitch and you let out a loud “Fuuuuuck yessss, keep going.”

I struggle to maintain my position as your body writhes in pleasure. “Dont. Stop.” You whisper as you prepare yourself. And I stop. I pull my fingers from you and remove my hand from your throat. You are practically vibrating with built up tension and you collapse, but the lack of release causes something to bubble up inside you….

“What the fuck?” You say, still breathing heavily. Frustrated. Unzip my pants and pull out my hot, stiff and throbbing. You look at it almost mesmerized. “Dykes only get to cum after I’m done with them.” As I let my cock fall on your face with a satisfying *slap*.

“I don’t suck cock.” You say looking at me defiantly.

I get on the floor with you, then I put my hand down your pants again and start fingering you furiously. “Does the good little dyke want to cum?” You gasp and try to contain yourself, but after mere moments you find yourself saying “Please let me cum.” Then I pull out of you and say “Then suck cock like a good little lesbian.”

You hesitate as I press the tip of my cock against your pretty lips. I grab your short hair as I push my cock slowly into your mouth you begin bobbing your head as I make demands. “Watch your fuckin teeth.”

“Deeper” “Faster” “Use your tongue.” In frustration I grab the back of your head and start fucking your face for a short period. I grunt and moan in pleasure as I do. You tolerate it briefly before pulling away, coughing and choking on spit and pre-cum.

“God you’re shit at sucking cock. I was gonna let you get away without taking away your gold star… but it looks like I’m gonna have to break you in after all.”

I roll you onto your back and pull off your pants. Kissing your body and neck, drawing my tongue down your torso and along your hip bones. I move back up and give you one more passionate sensual kiss as I position the head of my thick cock at the entrance to your pussy. As I start to push inside inch by inch, you start to gasp and moan and writhe in a mixture of pleasure and light pain as my cock stretches you. I accidentally go too deep and hit your cervix, you wince in pain. I start to slowly pump myself in and out, careful not to go too deep. As I do you feel this ache inside you. “Ah! Faster” you moan. I pick up the pace and start angling myself to find the perfect position. You start to buck your hips and eventually match the rhythm of my thrusts. Moaning like a beast in heat, I lick my finger and begin searching for your clit. I prod draw my finger around it for a moment and enjoy your now loud ravenous moaning before remembering the correct motion. As I find it, I hear a brief “Ah! Fuck”.

I whisper in your ear as you start to build up to an orgasm once more. “Are you gonna be a good dyke and cum on my cock?” A flash of defiance hits your face before I thrust into you again and you give in. “Yes, make me cum on your dykebreaking cock please!” Instead of stopping I continue, I wrap my free hand around your throat again while trying to maintain my position through your body’s spasms of ecstasy. “Fuckyes Fuckyes Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

And I feel it start to hit you. My cock thrust into you as my finger rubs your clit and your body explodes with violent waves of pleasure. Your eyes roll back into your head and you relax and let wave after wave hit you. As I release my grip on your neck and the blood rushes back to your brain you briefly black out.

When you come to, you’re on the couch with a blanket over you. I’m making tea in your kitchen. I bring a cup over to you and I ask “So, still going to expose me?”

You look up at me as if seeing me for the first time all over again. “No. Thank you, I needed that. I think… I think I’m starting to understand now.”

We still argue and fight all the time of course, but now you just take all that pent up frustration and let me fuck it out of you. Nothing has changed really, except now the butchest dyke in town is nothing but a whore for my cock.

#lgetsd #orientation play #dykebreaking

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sadhours · 7 months

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Sixteen months have passed. Billy is an angry kind of bitter. ‘Cause he didn’t ever really open himself up to anyone. In preparation for moments like this, where he gave himself entirely to someone and loved them more than he loved himself. Which was kind of easy for him to, since Billy didn’t even like himself. The thing is, he resisted Steve. Yeah, maybe he started it back in basketball practice. But then Steve figured it out and Billy stayed away. Wouldn’t allow them to be alone together.

Steve grew persistent. So much so that Billy couldn’t ignore it and really, he was human. The second he saw those big, down turned puppy dog eyes and floppy hair he was certainly smitten. But those words his dad liked to call him flooded his mind whenever he looked at Steve ‘cause it was like Neil knew before Billy did. He smelled the queer on Billy before he could even figure it out for himself.

He remembers it down to the fucking socks Steve wore, how it finally happened. They were argyle, ugly pink and pale yellow. Golf socks probably. Steve’s mom definitely bought them. Billy laughed at them, in his dumb room with his ugly plaid wallpaper and his baseball trophies that can’t be hard to earn in a sweat stain of a city like Hawkins. Some semblance of a truce when Steve invited him over that night. Steve offered weed that’s laughable compared to what he was used to in San Diego but he still smoked it. Tried to fucking impress him with smoke tricks but Steve could do them all too. Cheap beers went down easy and then they talked. Steve complained about his parents and Billy was just barely intoxicated enough to admit the horror movie his own home life was like. Steve seemed concerned and Billy pushed it away, felt sober when Steve touched him. He confronted him, and Steve came clean.

“The hell did you even invite me here for? Soap opera bullshit?”

“I think you like me,” Steve had blurted out, “Or at least, maybe there’s a different reason you smashed my face up.”

“What the fuck are you saying?” Billy got all aggressive which looking back, he feels ridiculous about because Steve wanted him just as much.

“There’s like this look in your eye, it’s like, at first, I don't know,” Steve had exhaled, “You scared me at first, or annoyed me at least but then you almost killed me and after that, you looked at me different. Like you felt guilty. And I wracked my brain for why. Thought it was just like, you know, normal guilt but you didn’t apologize. Or like acknowledge it, and maybe… I figured maybe it’s because you were picturing your own face when you were punching mine.”

A beat of silence. Billy had no fucking clue what to say. But Steve said, “Then I realized you felt mad about it because you’d really rather kiss me than punch me and that scares you more than anything. And like, listen, I’m not gay. But I look at you and I find myself being attracted to you and I don’t question it. Must be natural if I’m feeling it.”

Billy stared at the stars after that but when Steve reached for his hand he didn’t recoil. He let him. And then Steve went inside, and Billy followed him.

So yeah, when Steve told him he didn’t feel that way anymore, it ripped his heart out. ‘Cause the reason they even got to where they were is because Steve’s stupid, pretty mouth got ‘em there.

Billy hadn’t liked anyone like he liked Steve. Hadn’t ever gone to bed, holding himself and imaging it was someone else. He was so used to being the only one there for him. And it became where he wasn’t home ever and it wasn’t because he was trying to get away from Neil. It was because he didn’t feel like himself if Steve wasn’t in arms reach. It was because Billy felt like he couldn’t breathe if he wasn’t in Steve’s company.

Like, yeah. It wasn’t healthy. Billy allowed himself to become utterly codependent on Steve. It was only a matter of time before Steve felt suffocated. Billy was up his ass, literally and figuratively.

For the dumbest shit. Steve said he missed women. And that just doesn’t make any sense to Billy. How can you miss something you don’t even have? Well, fuck, okay… he doesn’t have Steve and he misses him. Doesn’t have his mom and misses her. Fine, okay, it makes sense but Billy’s still mad. He didn’t even accept he liked men before Steve forced it on him, but he doesn’t miss women. Just misses the way Steve would play with his hair and the way his eyes crinkled and that little dimple in his cheek.

Billy discovers Nancy Wheeler is the reason for their break up. Jonathan’s out in California and well, Steve isn’t. Steve’s here. And Nancy’s still in school. Billy hopes she isn’t like her mom. That she won’t fold to the first love telling her he wants a family. Because Steve wouldn’t shut up about a family. Told Billy he wanted like, a fuckton of kids. Which like, Billy can’t physically give him. Maybe he’s cursing biology to this day for it, that’s his own business.

So Nancy and Steve pick up where they left off. Billy avoids them like the plague, can’t even fathom seeing Steve but Heather tells him all the gritty details. But he can’t avoid Steve forever. Because Maxine needs to rent a movie, and Billy’s still her designated chauffeur while he’s living under Neil’s roof. The BMW is parked outside so Billy insists he’ll wait in his car. It goes smoothly. He doesn’t see Steve. He stares at the fucking dumb car his daddy bought for him and thinks about all the times he spent in the backseat. A seething anger takes over him and he’s cruel to Max when she climbs back inside the Camaro.

But she keeps asking. And two nights he’s staring at the car under the horrible neon lights of Family Video.

Max takes a loooong time one night. Like thirty minutes. Billy chainsmokes until he can’t take it, too impatient as he storms through the doors. And then those puppy dog eyes meet his and it’s like a fucking freight train runs through him. His heart literally breaks again as his eyes catch the glimmer of a ring on Steve’s finger. Heather hasn’t told him this. There’s no common courtesy left in him as he grabs a hold of Max’s hood and drags her out of the store. Ignores the look on Steve’s face as he manhandles his step sister out of the fluorescent lit shop. Max doesn’t say a single word on the way home.

He’s having lunch with Heather when he sees the happy couple. He manages to keep calm. Mostly for Heather’s sake. Because Billy’s seeing red, wants to turn into a little tornado of destruction and Steve’s a pathetic trailer in his path. He lights a cigarette instead, tells Heather the most embarrassing things about Steve he can think of.

And then it’s calm for a while. Billy works an excruciating amount of overtime to distract himself. His dad finally tells him he’s proud. And Billy breaks then. Gets in his car and drives the familiar roads until he’s in Loch Nora. The BMW is parked where it always is, alone. He doesn’t even knock. Flies into the house with the anger he’s been bottling up for months.

Steve’s on the couch, stands upright and panicked when the front door smacks against the wall. Looks terrified. And Billy wants to be violent, wants to punch Steve’s lights out but he doesn’t. Instead he looks at him and cries, “Why?”

He’s cried in front of Steve before. It’s not new, but they haven’t talked in so long.

“Billy,” Steve’s voice is firm, like Billy’s a fucking dog and he just has to scold him.

“No! Fuck you!” he shoves Steve, but the taller man doesn’t budge. Grabs onto Billy’s biceps. “I loved you!” Billy cries, “You made me love you!”

“Hey, hey… woah,” Steve looks so alarmed, his eyebrows knit together and fuck, he still loves him.

“Why did you do this?” Billy blubbers, punching weakly against Steve’s chest.

Steve wraps his arms around Billy, pulls him flush and he can’t fight back. He’s where he’s wanted to be this whole time, in Steve’s arms. He cries, shoving his face in Steve’s neck as the sobs wrack through his body.

“I hate you!” Billy cries and cries, clutching onto Steve. He rubs soothing circles into Billy’s back. Still knows how to calm him down. “I can’t— I can’t— Steve!” he sobs, welcoming the tight embrace. “I love you…”

“I know,” Steve comforts him, squeezing hold of Billy. It’s wrong but it helps. Just being close like this again with him. He feels whole again.

“Why?” he cries a little softer this time.

Steve sighs, pulls back but starts petting Billy’s head, “Because... the way you feel about me… it’s how I feel about Nancy.”

Billy’s heart twists, Steve might as well reached inside his chest and wrung it out himself.

“No… Steve…” Billy hiccups, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his jacket, “I… what about me?”

Steve sighs, “Listen… I do love you, still. There’s always gonna be this place in my heart for you but it’s done. I’ve moved on, Billy.”

He sniffles, looks up at the man he loves but decides he’s embarrassed himself enough. He pulls back and straightens himself out, “Yeah. No. I’m… fuck, okay. Yeah, that’s fine. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be what you wanted. But you’re right. It’s done.”

—

“Heather,” Billy laughs, reaching for her hand. “C’mere.”

She laces their fingers as she leans into him. Okay, so he never saw this coming. And yeah, he sees Steve around. Sees Nancy and her huge belly. Sure it still hurts. But he’s got Heather. He thinks that’s all he needs.

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Seven: The Bathtub

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 4,349 Warnings: lil’ bit more angst, fluff if you squint Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! We get more Dusty in this episode!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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I sighed as I sat in the driver's seat of Steve’s car, trying to control my breathing. Once I heard three car doors shut, I looked over at the passenger side, seeing Steve’s beat up face. I didn’t wanna cry in front of Carol and Tommy, so I just started the car and drove to the nearest store that I knew sold medicine and drinks for Steve.

Once we made it, Tommy and Carol got out. After they went into the store, I let a couple of tears roll down my cheeks. I heard Steve sigh before he quietly said, “I’m sorry.”

“You’ve been saying that a lot,” I whispered, looking down at my fingers.

“I keep dragging you into things–”

“But it’s my choice to be there for you.” I looked at him, another tear going down my cheek. “You’re my best friend. I miss you. I–” I stopped myself from saying what I wanted, so I just went with the next best thing. “I can’t go back to the station. I can’t do that to my mom.”

“What do you mean?” Steve asked. I could hear the confusion in his voice.

I sighed. “After we… I don’t know, I guess ‘broke up’, I started sneaking out and getting into some trouble. Hanging back at parties that the cops had busted, stealing a carton of Marlboro Reds, stupid shit like that. My mom came and got me every single time. The last time I was up there, they told me that I wouldn’t make it home, but instead a jail cell.”

“What did you do?”

I was quiet for a moment before I decided to speak up. “I stole a VCR.” At Steve’s silence, I looked at him. He wasn’t looking at me, but instead his own fingers.

“Yeah. It was pretty bad. I broke into the back of the store and stole the newest model they had. Wasn’t my best moment.”

After a moment, he asked, “What made you do it?” I looked at him and whispered his name, tears lining my eyes. He looked at me for a moment before asking me what made me want to act out like that.

“You don’t remember?” I asked.

He shook his head, eyes cast down.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, preparing myself. “It was the night I called you and asked if you wanted to hang out before school started the following week. I guess I was deaf to the girl on your end moaning. You ended up lying to me, telling me that your Grandma was in town. The girl moaned louder, announcing her… climax, and I just– I hung up. My mom was already asleep and so was my brother, so I snuck out and met up with some of my so-called friends at the time and I just… broke into the store and stole.”

He was so quiet, I thought he had stopped breathing. I watched as he blinked, a tear falling from his eye. He brought his hand up to his face, about to touch his hurt eye when I reached over and gently pushed his hand down.

He looked at me, sadness in his features. Opening his mouth to speak, I shook my head, “If you say that you’re sorry one more time, I swear I’m gonna cut your hair off.”

We both chuckled before I looked back at the store, wondering what was taking Tommy and Carol so long. Looking back at Steve, I tilted my head in the direction of the back of the car. “Come on. Let’s go sit.”

Getting out, I breathed in a deep breath of fresh air before shutting the door and walking around the back of the car, giving Steve his keys back. We sat on the trunk of the car in silence. Carol came out first, a small smile on her face.

I scrunched my face in disgust, voicing as such. A couple minutes later, Tommy came out, tossing a bottle of medicine at Steve while trying to hand him a Coke, while saying, “You owe me $1.20.”

As Steve dry swallowed his medicine, Tommy said, “Don’t worry. He’ll need more than aspirin when we’re done with him.”

“Yeah, if the creep ever gets out,” Carol said.

I rolled my eyes as Steve leaned his elbows on his knees, looking back at me for a split moment before putting the Coke can up to his head. Leaning my head on his shoulder, I felt his shoulder relax a little.

“The cops should lock him up forever. Did you see the look on his face?”

All I heard was Tommy laughing and Carol punching him.

“He probably had the same look on his face whenever he killed his brother, right?” Tommy said.

Steve knocked his knee against mine, knowing my sisterly feelings towards the Byers boys. Picking my head up, I sighed before hopping off the car.

“Oh, god, I just got an image of him making that face while he and Nancy are screwing,” Carol said.

Steve and I locked eyes for a minute before I looked down. I didn’t expect the events that would happen next.

“Carol, for once in your life, shut your damn mouth!” Steve said.

I looked at him, not expecting that.

“What?” she asked.

“Hey, what’s your problem, man?” Tommy asked.

Again, Steve and I locked eyes before he looked over at Tommy and Carol, looking at the both of them.

“You’re both assholes, that’s my problem,” Steve said, getting down from the car.

I took a step back as Tommy asked, “Are you serious right now, man?”

“Yeah, I think he is,” I said. “Something I’ve been saying since the beginning.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Steve said, walking to his side of the car.

“Done what?” Tommy asked.

“You know what!”

“You mean call her out for what she really is? Oh, that’s funny because I don’t remember you asking me to stop.”

Anger took over me as I stalked over to the boys, pushing my way in between them and pushing Tommy away with everything I had. “I should’ve put that fucking spray paint down your throat.”

“What the hell, Liv?” Carol asked.

I looked at her and said, “Don’t call me that. Ya’know, neither of you ever really cared about Steve. Or Nancy. You never even liked her, or Steve. Because she’s not miserable like the two of you. They actually care about other people.”

“The slut with a heart of gold,” Carol said.

“He said watch your damn mouth!” I felt two arms around my middle before I was shoved against Steve.

“Hey! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, man, but you don’t talk to her that way,” Tommy said.

“It’s me talking, zit face!” I yelled.

Tommy went to grab me by my jacket, but Steve shoved me away before he could, making Tommy grab him instead.

“Or what?” Tommy asked.

Steve started fighting against Tommy, who asked, “You gonna fight me now, too? Because you couldn’t take Jonathan Byers… so, I wouldn’t recommend that.”

Still flooded with anger, I got in between Steve and Tommy, shoving him off Steve again. Staring Tommy down for a moment, I even breathed in anger before I turned to Steve, who was already looking at me. “Come on, let’s go.”

He didn’t say anything. He just opened the door and started to get in as I quickly walked to the passenger side of the car, getting in as Tommy said, “That’s right. Run away, Stevie boy!”

Steve quickly backed out of the parking spot and sped off down the road.

I didn’t wanna say anything, so I just looked out of the window. Steve cleared his throat, so I looked at him before he started speaking.

“Look. I know I’ve been an asshole to you the last couple years. But I felt like I had this… reputation to uphold. I guess I took the whole King Steve thing a little too seriously.”

“It’s okay to want to live up to the last King,” I said. “You just didn’t need to be an ass about it. People call me Queen Olivia. That alone feels weird.”

It’s almost like he knew to take me home ‘cause I recognized the turns he was taking.

“Do you remember when we were kids, how we’d play that Kingdom game?” he asked.

I chuckled, nodding my head. “I do remember. It was one of my favorite games to play.”

“It’s almost like that game,” he said. “Me being King, ruling over the Kingdom of Hawkins. You as my queen.”

“I was more of a princess or peasant when we were kids.”

“Now you’re my queen.”

I looked at his profile. “Best friend.”

He looked at me for a moment, a small smile on his features. “Best friend.”

When he pulled into the driveway, we both got out, meeting at the front of the car for a much needed hug.

“Call me later?” he asked.

I nodded, pulling away. “Like old times.” I walked to the door, turning to see Steve waiting at the road before pulling off after I waved. When I walked inside, Mom was sitting in her chair, Mews in her lap.

“Oh, Livvie,” she said. “Dustin called. He asked if you could meet him and the boys at the junkyard.”

“The junky– oh, no,” I said, turning back out of the house and getting on my bike. I pedaled as fast as I could towards the junkyard, wanting to make a stop first.

Walking into the house, I stopped and looked at the display of Christmas lights that was still up. I heard Nancy talking, so I followed her voice to Will’s room, seeing her, Jonathan, Joyce and Hopper. Uh oh.

As soon as Hopper saw me, he walked up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. “You and I are gonna have a little talk when this is all over.”

At Nancy’s last attempt at getting Mike to answer the walkie talkie, Hopper walked over to her and took the device from her hand, putting the mouthpiece up to his mouth saying, “Listen, kid, this is the Chief. If you’re there, pick up. We know you’re in trouble and we know about the girl. We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta pick up.”

I took the device from him, speaking into it, “Dustin! You know I’m never on these things unless it’s an emergency. So, please, one of you, for love of all that’s good in this world, pick up the damn walkie. Do you copy? Over.” I set the device down on a dresser near me, asking the group, “Anyone got any other brilliant ideas?”

“Yeah,” Mike said through the device. “Yeah, I copy. It’s Mike. I’m here. We’re here.”

“Oh, thank god,” I breathed.

~~~

“I don’t feel good about this,” I voiced. “I don’t feel good about this!”

“Hopper’s going to get them,” Joyce said. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

Hopper made me stay at the Byers’ house while he went and saved the kids. I protested and told him that I wanted to go with him to get my brother, but he quickly walked outside and left.

I got up and started pacing after Joyce rubbed my back for a moment. At the sight of lights in my periphery, I looked out the window, seeing the car back outside. The four of us, Joyce, Jonathan, Nancy and myself, all ran outside, Nance and I saying our brothers names, and running to give them hugs.

“I was so freaking worried about you,” I said into Dustin’s hat.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Me, too.” He turned his head over his shoulder for a second before turning back to look at me. “Look who we have.”

I looked in the direction he turned his head again, seeing Eleven. Smiling, I let go of Dustin to go to El, the small girl sharing a smile. Immediately, I engulfed her in a hug. We let go of each other when Nancy asked, “Is that my dress?”

I moved out of the way so that Nancy could get a better look at Eleven. Moving back over to Dustin, I put my arm around his shoulder, guiding him into the house.

~~~

Once we were all inside, Mike took it upon himself to explain the flea and the acrobat scenario to Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy. I think Hopper was listening, but I really didn’t know. All I did know was that I could feel his eyes stabbing daggers into the side of my face.

I looked at him and gave him that what? look. He pointed at me and said, “We’ll talk later.” He turned his attention to the boys, asking, “Is this gate underground?”

“Yes,” came Eleven’s soft voice.

“Near a large water tank?”

Eleven nodded and said, “Yes,” before looking down a little. I moved closer to her, putting my arm around her shoulders.

“H-how’d you know all that?” Dustin asked.

After a moment, Mike said, “He’s seen it.”

“Is there any way that you could… that you could reach Will?” Joyce asked. “That you could talk to him in this–”

“The Upside Down,” Eleven and I answered.

Joyce whisper-repeated our words, Eleven nodding in confirmation.

“And my friend, Barbra?” Nancy asked. “Can you find her, too?”

Five minutes later saw all of us standing or sitting at the dining/kitchen table, Barb’s picture and Will’s walkie talkie on the table, Eleven sitting in front of it. Static came from the walkie talkie, El’s eyes closed, moving side to side behind her eyelids.

The lights flickered before the static went down on the walkie. El opened her eyes, looking in Nancy’s direction, a look of sadness crossing her features as she said, “I’m sorry.”

“What?” Joyce asked. “Wh-what’s wrong? What happened?”

Voice breaking, El replied, “I can’t find them.”

“Aw, sweetie,” I said, moving to kneel beside her. “It’s okay.”

She moved her seat back, quickly making her way through the hallway to find the bathroom. I heard the tap running before Dustin and the boys started talking.

“Whenever she uses her powers, she gets weak,” Mike said.

“The more energy she uses, the more tired she gets,” Dustin added.

“Like, she flipped the van earlier,” Lucas added.

“I’m sorry,” I said, eyebrows shooting into my hairline. “She what?”

“It was awesome,” Dustin said, smiling.

“But she’s drained,” Mike added.

“Like a… bad battery.”

“Well…” Joyce said. “H-how do we make her better?”

“We don’t,” Mike said. “We just have to wait and try again.”

After a moment, Nancy said, “Well, how long?”

“Nance,” I said, softly.

“I don’t know,” Mike answered.

Eleven’s quiet voice came from behind us as she said, “The bath.”

Joyce turned around to look at her, asking “What?”

Jonathan turned to look at her as well as everyone else as Eleven continued, “I can find them. In the bath.”

We all discussed how we were gonna make a bath big enough for how big Eleven was talking. Dustin decided he needed to call his favorite teacher to get the answer to the question we were all wondering; how to build a sensory deprivation tank. It was quiet on our end of the line before Dustin said, “Fun,” and almost made me bust out laughing.

Again, silence before Dustin said, “You always say you should never stop being curious. To always open any curiosity door we find. Why are you keeping this curiosity door locked?”

He sat down with a notepad and a pencil, writing down everything Mr. Clarke was telling him. “How much? Yep, alright. Yeah, we’ll be careful. I’ll see you on Monday, Mr. Clarke.” After hanging up the phone, he pointed to Joyce with the end of his pencil, asking her, “Do you still have that kiddie pool we bobbed for apples in?”

“Yeah, I think so,” she answered.

“Good. Then we need salt. Lots of it.”

“How much is lots?” Hopper and I asked.

Dustin looked at the notepad before looking up at Hopper. “1,500 pounds.”

“Where are we gonna get that much salt?” Nancy asked.

“The Middle School,” I answered. At that, we piled up into Hopper’s truck and Joyce’s car, making our way to the middle school.

~~~

After we made it to the middle school, we all hopped out and got to work doing our respective jobs. I was on water hose duty with the Wheeler’s.

Once Nancy broke the lock with a big ass rock after Mike tried to shove his way in like in the movies, the three of us went inside the little building and got the hoses.

As we were walking back, Nancy decided to ask, “What does she even eat?”

“What?” Mike asked.

“Eleven.”

“Oh. Candy, leftovers, Eggo’s… she really likes Eggo’s.”

“I like Eggo’s,” I voiced, softly.

“I knew you were acting weird, I just… I thought it was because of Will,” Nancy said to Mike.

“I knew you were acting weird, too. I thought it was because of Steve,” Mike replied.

“Hey..” Nancy said, putting the wheelbarrow down. “No more secrets, okay?”

I kept walking, not really wanting to be a part of this conversation, but knowing I had to because the moment Nancy realized I was gone, she said my name, telling me that what she said also applied to me.

“From now on we tell each other everything.”

“Okay,” Mike and I said. “Do you like Jonathan now?”

“What? No. No, it’s… it’s not… it’s not like that.”

“That must be your phrase of the day,” I muttered.

Looking at Mike, Nancy asked, “Do you like Eleven?”

“What? No. Ew. Gross,” Mike said. 11 year olds. Insert eyeroll here.

They both looked at me and asked, “Do you like Steve?”

“Aaaand this is where I walk away because that’s the most ridiculous question I’ve ever heard,” I said, turning around and walking back towards the gym. After I dropped the water hose off, I went in search of Eleven and Joyce, not having seen them when I entered.

Searching for them in the classrooms, I found them in a Science Room, Eleven’s hands clasped in Joyce’s. I walked in as soon as Joyce said, “I am going to be there with you the whole time.”

“And so will I,” I said, moving to squat beside Eleven.

“And if it ever gets too scary… in-in that place, you just let us know, okay?”

“Yes,” Eleven said, softly.

I placed my hand on her back at the sad look on her face. “Ready?”

She looked at me, breathing trembling before she answered, “Ready.” When we got back to the gym, everything was set up. Eleven took off her shoes and socks, and Mike’s watch, putting on the duct tape covered goggles Joyce had made.

Joyce and Hopper helped Eleven get into the pool, or bathtub, before she walked a few feet to the middle where she sat down and then began to float.

I was kneeling beside Dustin, watching her as the lights immediately started to flicker before shutting off entirely. I’m not sure how much time had passed before Eleven said Barbra’s name. She started breathing heavily, the lights once again flickering for a second before shutting off again.

“What’s going on?” Nancy asked.

“I don’t know,” Mike answered.

Looking back at Eleven after having looked around, Nancy asked, “Is Barb okay? Is she okay?”

As if she were trying not to cry, Eleven answered, “Gone. Gone. Gone.”

Nancy started crying at the loss of her best friend. I felt bad for her, at losing someone that was so close to her.

Eleven kept repeating the word gone as Joyce and I both told her that it was okay, both of holding each of her hands and arms. She started to gasp, Joyce telling her, “It’s okay. We’re right here. We’re right here, honey. It’s okay. We got you.”

The grip Eleven had on my arm was one of grounding. I guess she was making sure that I wasn’t going anywhere, and I’m sure it was the same way for Joyce.

“Don’t be afraid,” I said, calmly. “We’re right here with you, sweetie.”

“It’s okay,” Joyce added. “You’re safe. You’re okay, honey.”

Eleven’s grip on our arms loosened, her arms going back into the water to continue floating on her own.

Joyce and I stayed close to the edge of the pool to be close enough to her if she needed us again. I was still close enough to Dustin if he needed me, as well.

“Castle Byers,” Eleven said.

I immediately looked between Joyce and Jonathan, knowing exactly what Eleven was talking about. A little shack/fort in the woods not far from the Byers home that Jonathan and Will built not too long ago. It was counted as Will’s safe space since he had decorated it to fit his needs.

A few more seconds went by before Eleven said the name that made Joyce gasp. “Will?”

“You tell him… tell him I’m coming,” Joyce asked of Eleven. “Mom is coming.”

Tears immediately welled in my eyes at Will’s sweet voice coming through the walkie talkie. “Hurry.”

“Okay. Listen, you tell him to… to stay where he is. We’re coming. We’re coming, okay? We’re coming, honey.”

We all could hear Eleven through the radio, whimpering before she quickly sat up, taking off the goggles. She quickly backed up to Joyce as I put my arms around Dustin, not wanting to ever let him go again.

Joyce kept reassuring the young girl that she was okay and that she had her. Eleven started crying once Joyce told her that she did so good.

I stuck my hand in the water, a tear streaming down my cheek as I told her, “You were so brave. I’m so proud of you.”

She looked at me, her eyes telling me that she was exhausted, but thankful.

A few minutes later, we got her out and started to gently dry her off before putting her socks back on her. We wrapped the towel around her and had her sit on the bleachers with Mike, Dustin and Lucas, her head on Mike’s shoulder.

I was standing with Hopper, Joyce and Jonathan as Hopper asked, “So this fort. Where is it?” as he put on his jacket, his hat already on his head.

“It’s in the woods behind our house,” Joyce said.

“Yeah, he used to go there to hide,” Jonathan added.

Hopper walked off, Joyce grabbing my hand to follow her and Jonathan. All of us walked outside when Hopper turned around, pointing to the door and saying, “Hey, go back inside.”

“What– are you insane?” Joyce asked, her hand still holding mine. “No, I’m–”

“Look, if something happens to me, I don’t make it back–” Hopper said.

“Yeah, but then I go, you stay. Are you kidding me? He’s my son, Hop. My son. I’m going!” She turned to Jonathan, letting go of my hand, telling him that he needed to stay here.

I looked at Hopper as he was looking at the ground. To relieve the tension I felt in the air, I leaned forward just a little bit and asked, “Since she called you Hop, does that mean that I–”

“Don’t push it,” Hopper said. He went to the driver’s side of his truck, opening the door and shouting Joyce’s name.

Jonathan was protesting his mom’s directions, but when she told him that she’d find Will, she backed up a little as Hopper was basically telling her that it was time to go. Joyce turned to face me, giving me a quick but tight hug as she repeated her words to me.

Jonathan and I watched as they backed out and drove off, standing there for a moment. From my periphery, he turned his head to face me then back in the direction Hopper’s truck went. “We’re not gonna stay here, are we?”

“Have you known me to stay put?” I asked.

We walked back inside and saw Nancy sitting on the wall across from the door. Walking over to her, I couldn’t help but feel awful at the thought of her grieving over her best friend. Jonthan sat down next to her as I sat across from them, sitting with my legs crossed.

All I could do was look at Nancy, sighing softly before saying, “I’m so sorry, Nance.”

“We have to go back to the station,” she said, directing it at Jonathan.

“What?” Jonathan asked.

“Your mom and Hopper are just walking in there like bait. That thing is still in there.”

“What thing?” I asked.

“The monster. The one in the picture with Barb.”

“The Demogorgon?”

“We can’t just sit here and let it get them, too. We can’t.”

After a moment, Jonathan asked, “You still wanna try it out?”

“Can I throw my suggestion in there somewhere?” I asked.

“I wanna finish what we started,” Nancy said, looking in Jonathan’s direction. He looked at her before they both looked at me.

I shrugged before saying, “Let’s kill the son of a bitch.”

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Nancy, Jonathan and I all went to the station. There was only one guard working and he never paid attention to anything. So, I led the way into the Hopper’s office where they stashed their monster hunting equipment.

“How are you so comfortable here?” Nancy asked.

“Trust me, I’m not,” I said, walking towards the table. “I’m just used to being here.”

“What about that officer?”

“If he saw me, he probably thought to himself, she's here again? or she’s here to see the Chief.”

“Why have you been here so much?”

I sighed and turned to her, monster hunting box in hand. “My two best friends left me, so I did some questionable things; stealing, breaking and entering, being out past curfew, not leaving a cop busted party.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, softly, after a moment.

“It’s okay, Nance. Now, let’s go kill this son of a bitch.”

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A Tree of Fellowship and Love

Pairing: (LOTR) Aragorn x reader x Arwen

Summary: You collectively decide with the fellowship to go on a picnic! No more rings or fighting evil, just a picnic under a big tree with plenty of food to share. Also, you may or may not fall asleep under the said tree at night and get smothered with affection with a certain pair of fantastic people.

Warnings: None in particular

Add. Notes: I simply could not figure out where it would be an appropriate place to have a picnic, considering all the places the characters came from/went to, so I went with Hobbiton. At this point I'm both accepting and denying everything that happened in the story; Aragorn and Arwen walk around as if they aren't rulers of Gondor, Boromir isn't dead, and Frodo, Legolas and Gimli haven't gone to the undying lands, and yet everything in LOTR has already happened.

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{ Hello there! I decided to change this blog to the kind that posts about... anything, really. Since I "converted" into an all-fics-n-shits-blog, I changed the aesthetic aswell. To spice (not exactly) these messages up a lil bit, I'll start adding little things about myself; for example, I'm a cat person! }

- Eero, Jan 2023

It was a relatively uneventful day in Hobbiton, and Sam was describing to you the qualities of the plants he was currently tending to. It was bound to be simple and uneventful if you lived in a place like Hobbiton, but you weren't interested in books and gardening. You wanted to spend time with people, and certainly not like this.

You brainstormed along with Merry and Pippin about things you could possibly do with friends in a place like Hobbiton. You already told them at the start of the brainstorming session that stealing vegetables from a dismayed farmer is out of the question. Merry remembered a big meadow with a large tree - which conveniently happened to be near the village - and suggested that something could be done there. A picnic was the best thing that came to your mind, and the two hobbits loved the said idea.

After a quick trip to the rest of the fellowship's homes it was decided; tomorrow you would have a picnic under a large tree that you are yet to see. You asked Merry to take you to the meadow he had mentioned, and so he did. When the two of you made it there, you were surprised that you had never even noticed it; it looked like the kind you'd see in dreams. There was lots of tall grass and colorful flowers of many kinds, and in the middle of it all, there was a large, green tree that every child would wish to climb on top of. It was the perfect place to have a picnic with old friends.

The next morning you began to prepare food for the picnic you had arranged with the fellowship. Aragorn, Arwen and Legolas got the task of creating sandwiches, Boromir and Gimli had to make drinks, and the hobbits, along with you, were tasked to make desserts. You got plenty of help from the hobbits, for they had a lot of cooking experience thanks to the meal schedule average hobbits had. They decided to cook some blackberry pancakes and bake milk bread.

After a bunch of flour and dough spills, you had finished the bread and pancakes, and packed them up into a basket along with a few plates and a jar of berry jam. The four hobbits went ahead of you to pick some extra blackberries for the pancakes while you were taking your time with getting to the picnic spot. You had only now realized that it's the afternoon.

As you were waiting for everyone else with the hobbits, Peregrin told you about the ents that caused the almost literal downfall of Isengard. He said that although he was high off his pants after that and probably in the middle of it too, he still remembered how uncomfortable it was to sit on Treebeard's shoulder. Meriadoc recalled how Pippin was concerned about not being able to have any children.

While the two aforementioned hobbits bickered about what really happened, you noticed the faces of your dear friends making their way through the meadow. You pointed it out to the hobbits, and the five of you began waving at them in an exaggerated yet adorable way. Legolas was already jogging in your general direction alongside Gimli, while Boromir was carrying a basket with drinks he had made with the said dwarf. Arwen and Aragorn were delighted to see you waving at them like that, and began waving back as the pair walked to the tree.

Boromir realized that nobody had brought any blankets to sit on, so he proposed to go back himself to bring one. But he didn't need to; Gandalf was already coming to the picnic tree with a large, rolled-up blanket under his arm. Now the entire fellowship was together.

You all put the baskets and personal items in each corner of the blanket so it wouldn't fly away with the wind, although there wasn't much wind to speak of. Aragorn took some small plates out of his basket with a few sandwiches, and Boromir pulled out a bottle of apple cider from his own basket. Aragorn finished giving out the little plates as Arwen handed the rest of the sandwiches to everyone.

Boromir was telling Sam about the cider-making process as everyone ate and listened. Every now and then someone would chirp in, until something Sam said reminded Gimli of the stories his father, Gloin, would tell him. Eventually the dwarf retold the story of Thorin's company's travels to Erebor. Frodo felt very proud of Bilbo for traveling with dwarves all the way to the Lonely Mountain, although he himself had accomplished a major feat aswell.

As the hours went by and the sky began getting darker, the members of the fellowship would tell stories from their own lives and from others. Most of the group was becoming tired of the day, and it was becoming evident; lots of yawning and words turning continuously quieter and quieter could be heard.

You only now realized that Aragorn and Arwen had moved next to you, and the latter motioned you to relax and let her hold you. You listened to her without a second thought, and now you were sitting in Arwen's lap as her arms were wrapped around you. Aragorn moved closer to Arwen and put his head on her shoulder.

It seemed that the rest of the fellowship took that as a hint and now began to wrap up their long conversation. Gimli packed the now empty bottles into Boromir's basket, and Legolas put the remaining plates into yours and Aragorn's baskets. Gandalf asked everyone to get off the blanket and move their things, and then rolled up the said blanket like a carpet.

The hobbits also knew that you would stay longer, so they took your basket and left with it themselves. Most of your friends followed them away from the tree back to Hobbiton, leaving you, Aragorn, and Arwen under the big tree with stars.

The three of you sat back down on the ground, and tried to get into a comfortable position that would work for three people. You sat back in Arwen's lap, held by her bridal style, as Aragorn sat infront of her. You were now sitting between your lovers, unsure of what to do now; your mind began going to all sorts of places, until Aragorn gave a little kiss on your forehead.

Because you still didn't know what to do, you just froze in place as your face heated up from the move Aragorn pulled on you. Arwen grinned at your reaction, and gave multiple kisses onto your face, causing you to hide your head between your shoulders to get away from the kisses. That didn't stop Aragorn from giving a peck on the top of your head, though, and now you were back in your initial position, embarrassed that they saw you in such a state.

You thought that the "kiss wave" was over when Arwen helped you readjust your position to laying down next to her, but no; oh how mistaken you were. The elf gave you yet another peck on the cheek, and Aragorn came in from your other side and wrapped his arms around your torso, and also gave you a kiss after making himself comfortable.

Arwen put an arm around you aswell, and began whispering words to you in a language and manner you were yet to understand. Aragorn had already closed his eyes, and it seemed Arwen had aswell, although she was still whispering. You imitated them by closing your own eyes, too. You had fallen asleep to Arwen describing you in the best manner possible, even though you didn't understand a word she said.

The pair was actually still awake, and gave each other the look when they were certain that you were now in a sleeping state. Aragorn carefully lifted you up bridal style from the ground, and began carrying you away from the tree, while Arwen was right behind him with the remaining basket and personal items.

Unused paragraphs and things I didn't want to include in add. notes nor the "letter."

Instead of bringing you to your own house, Aragorn brought you to his, for it was closer to the tree and he didn't want to wake you up. Fortunately, nothing that they did disturbed your sleep. They changed into comfortable clothing after putting you into their bed, and then laid down next to you. They both whispered to you a "Sweet dreams, Y/N," and followed you to dreamland.

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One time Pippin told you about all of these mealtimes that Hobbits would have throughout the day; which aside regular meals included a second breakfast, an another, later breakfast, some afternoon tea, and yet another meal a few hours after dinner. When you needed something to zone out to, you liked to think of all the good food they would eat at those excessive meals.

To me, Arwen and Aragorn seem to be the kind of people that give the best forehead kisses, or any kinds of kisses in general, and whoever receives them would fucking melt in their hands like ice on a hot day. I definitely would've written their part longer if I was good with writing physical affection (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠ ) im sorry

I only now, after finishing writing this, realized that all of my fanfics' endings so far involve either death or falling asleep. I have a guess to why my ideas end with these things but I don't want to go there.

#eero's fics #lord of the rings #lotr x reader #lotr aragorn #lotr arwen #lotr #lotr x you #aragorn x reader #arwen x reader #arwen x aragorn #lotr fanfic #lord of the rings fic

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Lost

Summary: Daryl takes Layla into the woods. She's convinced they're lost, he proves they aren't. Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Layla (female!oc) Pov: Layla Setting: Alexandria | pre-commonwealth Rating: All ages Warnings: slight gore? pretty much just fluff. Word count: 948

"Dixon, just admit we're lost." I sighed as I slumped against a tree and Daryl kept quiet as per usual. I tapped my feet against the ground as he glanced around, "Can I just fire a flare so Rick can find us or are you gonna continue to be stubborn?"

"We ain't lost," he grumbled as he looked at the leaves on the ground and the twigs snapped under his feet slightly as he began walking away.

With a huff, I pushed off the tree and followed behind him before mumbling, "Guess it's the latter then."

He didn't say anything in response, only held his crossbow close to his body as we wandered through the woods and I followed him blindly. We were supposed to be back at Alexandria by now and the sun was going to start setting soon meaning the walkers would appear soon after. I hadn't been prepared to be away from home this long and I was growing impatient.

After another 5 minutes of creeping behind Daryl and wondering where we were headed, I once again asked, "Can I fire the flare gun yet?"

I once again got no response and I was growing frustrated with the silent treatment he was giving me, "Dixon!"

"Shut up!" he held his hand up as we came to a clearing in the trees and I looked up to see a small shack ahead of us that I hadn't seen before, "We ain't lost. I was bringing you here."

He walked towards the shack and I noticed a walker near the front door but Daryl had shot it with his crossbow within a blink of an eye. He trudged over to the body, pulling the arrow out and a splatter of blood sprayed onto the door before he carefully opened the door, making sure no one or nothing was inside. I held my switchblade close to my body but I followed after him. Once he cleared the place, he gave me a nod and I closed the blade, sliding it into my pocket as I closed the door we walked in.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked as I threw my backpack on the floor beside the door as he made sure the back door was locked closed. He motioned for me to follow him as he walked into a small hallway and I did just that. I saw him enter a bedroom to the right of the hallway and I crept in after. He sat down on the edge of the old and dusty bed that looked like it hadn't been used in months.

He pointed towards the corner of the room, "That's why."

I walked towards the corner he pointed to, seeing a stack of novels and art supplies before he continued, "Came here a few weeks ago. Know you like those books and shit but didn't know what to grab."

I smiled to myself as I crouched down, looking at the other novels and the various pencils with sketching paper that looked untouched. I picked up a few of the books as I scanned through them, seeing that they were classics by Jane Austen and J.D. Salinger. I looked at the bottom of the pile, picking up a book I hadn't read in years and my breath caught my throat.

"I used to read this book every night before bed," I mumbled as I ran my hand over the dusty cover to reveal the title of 'Little Women' by Louisa May Alcott, "I didn't know if I'd ever find it again."

"Good thing I got ya here then," he muttered from the bed and I looked up to see him nervously chewing the inside of his cheek. His eyes met mine as I gave him a thankful smile and his mouth twitched into the smallest smile I'd ever seen.

I dropped the book on the floor and looked at the art supplies, seeing a whole pencil case of colouring pencils along with some watercolour paints and paint brushes. As I sifted through the art supplies, I noticed there was a drawing on the ground of a small bird. I picked it up, admiring the work of the artist who was here before me. I placed it back where it was before looking over at the man on the bed to see him chewing the corner of his mouth nervously as he looked at me. I shot up from my spot where I was crouched down and bolted over to him, tackling him into the bed with a hug as he let out a grunt from the impact.

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders as I buried my head into his neck and after tensing for a long while, he relaxed and wrapped his arms around my back as I mumbled, "Thank you, Daryl."

"It's just some books and pencils, blondie." he muttered back, trying to brush off the caring gesture he had made. I pulled my head back to look at his face properly as I shook my head.

"It's more than that and you know it," I whispered with a smile, placing a kiss on his cheek. I didn't miss the way his eyes widened and he tensed ever so slightly but didn't make any effort to push me off. I pulled back to study his reaction only to find surprise and uncertainty with a hint of something unknown in his eyes. My eyes darted from his blue irises to his lips which were parted like he was going to say something, but nothing ever left his lips. Instead of probing him further, I nuzzled my head back into his neck as his breathing slowed and I let myself relax into him, feeling safe for the first time in years.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #norman reedus #daryl dixon the walking dead #daryl #dixon #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon one shot

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Leather Houses, Chapter 2

I'll be honest, I planned to post this a week after the first chapter because, although I didn't get the views I was hoping for, my sibling specifically asked for the rest.

So, here is Chapter 2 of 4. Trigger warnings are "literally anything that would pop up on an r/NoSleep story. Because that is actually what this was originally written for, honestly.

That night, we tried calling the county sheriff’s office, Sanderson being too small for their own police force. However, when they tried to look up the missing people in the DMV database and came back with nothing, all we ended up with was a thoroughly irritated deputy who thought we were on drugs, and a dial tone.

Months passed, and it happened six more times. Sometimes it was an entire family, sometimes it was just one person. The worst was the Jacobson family: Issac was still there, but Sara and the kids didn’t exist anymore, and Issac didn’t remember them. Like all the rest, for some reason Joanie and I were the only ones who recalled anything different from the current version of Sanderson, and we were quickly left feeling like the walking wounded from all the mourning we had to hide from everyone else.

The first major break - if you could call it that - was the seventh disappearance. As I had become accustomed to, I woke up that morning and braced myself to find out who didn’t exist anymore. There was no way I could have prepared myself for what would greet me when I left for work.

The house next door was no longer a typical, cookie-cutter mirror of my own. Instead, it was covered entirely in what looked like leather.

I didn’t even realize I was staring until I heard my coffee cup smash on the concrete of my driveway. Nonetheless, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I carefully stepped over the shards at my feet and made my way, slowly, to the porch. The sight in front of me turned my stomach… all that skin, everywhere. Even the windows seemed to be made of flesh, stretched to its most translucent limits but still crossed with veins. The urge to revisit my breakfast became stronger the closer I got to the structure. It was when my foot touched the bottom step of the… home… that I realized it wasn’t the normal fear and disgust I would experience at the sight before me. In that moment, the revulsion I felt became so powerful and so clear that I realized it wasn’t coming from within my own mind.

The house was pouring those feelings into me.

I gritted my teeth and forced my way up to the door, each step doubling the urges being forced into my body. Finally, I stood in front of the threshold, hand raised to knock. However, before my hand could come into contact with that disgusting structure, I was overcome. I don’t recall anything after raising my hand to knock, up until I was standing on the sidewalk, vomiting.

After the dry heaves subsided, I staggered inside to rinse my mouth and call my boss to explain that I wouldn’t be in today. As soon as I got off the phone with work, I immediately shot a text to Joanie.

Me: Shit just got weirder.

JoanieBug: What happened now?

I shot a photo of the house next door and tried to send it to her. However, it was blurry and just looked like a skin-tone smear.

JoanieBug: Very funny, sending me a picture of your thumb. We have real shit going on, Mike.

Me: That’s not my thumb, J. That’s the house next door.

I waited for her reply, refusing to look out the window again. Instead of a text message, five minutes passed before I heard a car pulling into my driveway. Peeking around the curtains, I saw that it was her and rushed out before she could start screaming. By the time I got to her car, she was already out and staring at what had seemingly replaced my neighbors’ house.

She didn’t scream like I expected. Instead, she gaped for a few moments before whispering. “Does anyone remember your neighbors?”

Fuck. I hadn’t even thought about that. Having learned from previous vanishings, I pulled out my phone to check property records instead of trying to call anyone else. Sure enough, there was no record of anyone having owned that house, despite the fact that I knew a family with three little girls had lived there yesterday. Without realizing it, I stepped away from the horrible building as I did further searching. Josh and Tammy Scott no longer existed online, either. I even tried tracking down photos I remembered seeing in the paper when the girls were born - in a small town, triplets were big news - and found nothing. Photos from neighborhood cookouts were the same, except no trace of the Scott family.

“They’re gone.” I bit back a sob. “How long is this going to go on for?” I begged.

“I don’t know,” she whispered as she ushered me into my house and yanked all the curtains to cover any window facing the leather house. “Do you think that happened to the other houses?”

“Maybe? I haven’t exactly checked. I didn’t know where any of the others lived, except the Jacobsons.”

“But Issac is still here,” she pointed out.

I tapped my chin with my phone, still fighting back tears. “But does he still live in the same place? I just assumed he did. I never actually thought to check.”

It was Joanie’s turn to whip out her phone and start searching. A few minutes later, her head snapped up and she looked at me. “Issac and Sarah had that house built a couple years ago, right? After Davey was born?”

“Yeah. Bigger house, big yard so the boys could play.”

“This says Issac lives in his parents’ old place, over on Riverside.”

I shook my head. “Fuck. We have to see if this is related.”

“Mike!” she shouted. “People are being erased from reality, and everything is patched all nice and neat so it’s like they never existed. Now, it happened to your neighbors with a creepy-ass side of the house is now covered in skin, and you really think it might not be related!?” Her voice hit new octaves of hysteria before she pulled herself together. “You are being deliberately obtuse.”

I held up my hands defensively. “No, Joanie, I’m not. I am being overly cautious and want to confirm, with absolute certainty, that there is not some, second insanely nightmarish thing happening in Sanderson.”

“The universe can’t be that cruel.”

“The universe can certainly be that indifferent,” I grumbled. With a sigh, I stood up and grabbed my keys. As I shoved them in my pocket, I reached under the sink for a grocery bag before filling it with several sodas and half a bag of chips. “Let’s just drive around and see what we find. We have to take your car… I told Greta I was sick.”

With minimal complaints, Joanie stuffed some more snacks into another bag and we headed out. We cruised through every residential area, down every road. By the end of the day, we had found four more houses like the one beside mine, one of which was a huge, imposing mass sitting where the Jacobsons’ home formerly stood. Other than the Scotts and the Jacobsons, it was impossible to be sure that those houses belonged to the ones who were erased, but since those were the only two families of which we were completely sure where they lived when they still existed, it was enough to support the idea.

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After the Scotts went missing, Joanie and I traded off crashing at each other’s house. Neither of us wanted to be alone, and there was a comfort in being close to the only other person who could recognize what was going on in Sanderson. In time, we established a routine - whoever woke up first each morning checked the town website for any changes in population. In theory, that number should only change once a year, when property taxes were updated, along with a more precise figure being updated every ten years when the official census was done.

We were seeing the population drop every couple of weeks at first, and soon it was weekly. While trying to see who was missing in a town of even 500 was a daunting task, we at least knew to brace ourselves for more changes that resulted from having our friends and neighbors seemingly erased from history entirely. Both of us considered leaving, but things progressed too quickly - and too weirdly - for us to make much of a plan.

Each day, we saw more and more houses in Sanderson turn into leather. We learned that, as long as we came no closer than the sidewalks, the revulsion did not touch us, and at no point did anyone else in town seem to notice. It was infuriating at times: by this point, dozens of houses were crafted from flesh and garnering about as much notice as an ant crossing the road.

The morning that I woke to find not just one, but four more houses around mine changed, the next alarming piece of information struck. I was about to call sick to work, too scared to leave my house, when my phone rang just as I was unlocking it.

It was Joanie.

“Hey, Joanie bug,” I answered, only to be cut off.

“All of my neighbors are gone,” she stated, by way of greeting me. By this point, she was in full crisis mode, and cooler than an ice cube.

“Mine too….” I trailed off, glancing out of my windows again as something nagged at the back of my mind.

“Fuck,” she swore. “That’s more than we’ve seen vanish at once, so far. By a couple of orders of magnitude.”

I did some counting. “That’s nine houses, yeah.” There was something significant about this. Not just the escalation, but it had to do with the people missing around Joanie’s house. “I’m going to call out from work - “ Click. “Oh, fucking hell. I may not have a job. Greta lived across from you and one down, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, Mike. That’s why I was calling…” Joanie sighed, resigned to what was going on, even if we still didn’t understand it. “I’m so sorry. She sounded like a good boss.”

I swallowed as hard as I could. “Let me call you back. I need to find out what this changes.” I disconnected and quickly called work. At least the company still existed.

“Holhouser Medical Technology, Sarah speaking,” a receptionist I didn’t recognize answered.

“Hey, this is Michael Andrews. I… I’ll be honest, I don’t feel well and I need to go see a doctor,” I lied. “I think I work there, and if I do, I need to speak to my boss to let them know I won’t be in today.”

“Oh, Mr. Andrews,” Sarah sounded surprised. “Um.. Well. Yes, I think you need to go see a doctor. Thank you for calling, it was very conscientious of you, but… Sir, you haven’t worked here in five years.”

What? “I - I haven’t?” I didn’t have to pretend to be confused. Greta had originally recruited me, so to find out I still ended up working there, but hadn’t in several years, was curious. “I work in IT, don’t I? I mean, didn’t I?”

“Yes sir, but… I think you need to speak to Dr. Collins. He asked us to direct you to him whenever this happens.”

“And this has happened before,” I slowly ventured, trying to understand what had changed.

“This is the fourth time, Mr. Andrews,” she confirmed gently. “Dr. Collins can explain why.”

“I…” I needed answers, is what I needed. “I don’t remember a Dr. Collins… Can you give me the number?”

“Of course.” Sarah sounded relieved. She gave me the number for a Greg Collins and wished me a good day.

Greg Collins. I didn’t recognize the name. To my knowledge, there was no one with the name Collins in Sanderson. Along with several disappearances so far, we had something else. Someone new had been added to our town. Even before people started disappearing and those grotesque… things… replaced the houses in town, it was rare for anyone to move to Sanderson. Cautiously, I texted Joanie.

Me: Do you know of any Dr. Collins?

JoanieBug: Who the fuck is that?

Okay, I wasn’t the only one who had never heard of this person. I sent the details of my conversation with Sarah and set my phone down to grab a drink while she read and digested the information. I was halfway through my glass of milk when my phone started buzzing furiously.

JoanieBug: There has never been a Greg Collins in Sanderson, I would remember. But I looked him up, and sure enough, he has a practice here in town. According to everything I can find, he’s had that practice for years.

JoanieBug: I even called. They have my file, apparently Doc Collins has been my doctor most of my life. Probably yours, too.

I dropped my phone again, struggling to draw a full breath. Something was casually re-writing reality, one piece at a time. Was this only happening in Sanderson? What if the entire world was like this? A whooshing, screaming noise pounded into my ears. Part of my mind registered the distant buzzing of my phone, but I was too busy sliding to the floor. My chest ached with fear, my head spun while I tried to force oxygen into my lungs.

There is no telling how long I sat there, but the next thing I was aware of outside of my fear was a stinging pain across the left side of my cheek. My head snapped up to see Joanie, her hands holding me by the temples.

"Did you just slap me?" I asked stupidly. When she rolled her eyes, I gaped. "Joanie! What the hell!?"

"Excuse me for being more focused on the fact that you were purple,” she groaned. “At least you aren’t hyperventilating anymore.”

I rubbed the spot on my chest and throat that still ached, realizing she was right. “Did you hear that noise when you came in?”

“All I heard was you.”

“No, it sounded like… a train, or a tornado.”

To my horror, she started laughing. “Mike, that was you, trying to breathe. You had a panic attack.”

“And you slapped me!?”

“I tried to talk you down, but you couldn’t hear me.”

“You slapped me.”

“Michael Joshua Andrews. Yes, I slapped you. Now, focus. Please. Doctor Collins, who appeared out of literal nowhere. An accident that didn’t happen, but apparently put you out of work with full pay five years ago.”

"I don't even know what the accident was," I tried.

"Well, no," she accepted. Abruptly, she stopped and stared at me, eyes wide. "Because there was no accident."

"That's what I'm trying to say - "

She shook her head furiously and grabbed my shoulders. "Mike. There was no accident. Even if something changed that tells everyone else that you're on disability or workman's comp, or whatever, you aren't suddenly crippled. And for you to be on full pay, it should have been awful."

Joanie was right. Whatever cover story was created when Greta vanished, it involved a horrible accident that was fully the fault of the company. I should be completely unable to work, but nothing was wrong. "That means they - it - the thing or person behind this… can't actually affect us." I trailed off. "Is that why we aren't forgetting everyone?"

"Could be, but focus." She handed me a beer that I didn't notice her grabbing. "We need to talk to Collins, and you actually have a plausible reason."

After a brief flurry of phone calls, I had an appointment that afternoon to speak with my theoretical doctor. “Joanie, I should be back by five. If I’m not, come looking for me. Raise hell, go full on ‘grieving widow’, I don’t care - “

“Ew!” she muttered. “Wrong equipment.”

“Like anyone is going to remember that,” I argued half-heartedly. “Fine. Grieving sister. Just make a loud, over the top ruckus if they try to prevent you from seeing me or passing me a message, okay?”

“Can do.” She saluted me. “Just make sure you get as much information as you can, okay?”

“I wouldn’t be doing this otherwise,” I agreed under my breath. “Hopefully, I’ll get some banal explanation and be back at the Tangerine Nightmare by five, five thirty at the latest.”

After getting off the line, I punched the address into my GPS. Ignoring the fact that the address showed as saved under ‘Dr. Greg’, I made my way there with time to spare for my appointment. From the outside, it looked like what I expected from a doctor’s office: nondescript building, discreet but visible signage, “no smoking” signs everywhere. I walked in, only to behold a pretty nondescript waiting room, complete with the news and weather channel on a TV in the corner and magazines from roughly a month ago spread neatly on a table.

Making my way to the reception window, I signed in. Glancing around, I saw a bleach-blonde woman I didn’t recognize. She took the clipboard and smiled at me. “Thank you, Mr. Andrews. Dr. Collins is expecting you, so go on back.” When I hesitated, she tipped her head. “Left hand door, second exam room on the left.”

Thanking her, I made my way back. At first, it seemed pretty routine: a woman I had never seen in my life took my vital signs, asked a few questions, then left me with a cheerful explanation that the doctor would be in to see me shortly. So far, so good.

After about ten minutes, a man in a white coat entered the exam room. He had solid gray hair, brown eyes, and a vaguely middle aged face - somewhere between a stressed out forty and a youthful sixty. “Hey, Mike. I don’t know if you remember, but I’m Dr. Gregory Collins. Does that ring any bells?”

I was honest. “Not really, but I think that’s why I’m here.” I didn’t mention that Dr. Collins not existing when I woke up this morning was part of that. Let him believe what he wanted. I just wanted answers.

He seemed somewhat satisfied with this, nodding his head. “Have you had any conversations or seen anything out of the ordinary? Any odd hallucinations?”

“I wouldn’t say they were hallucinations,” I admitted. “I mean, someone else has seen them as well, despite how weird they seem to be. So, I know it’s real.” I paused, and he nodded for me to continue. “Houses, made out of skin, I think?” I played dumb, no mentioning the related disappearances. “They pulse and breathe like they’re alive, but they can’t be, right?”

“Of course not,” he responded, tone soothing and even. He walked behind me, out of my line of sight. Shortly, I could feel him pressing a stethoscope against my back, and took deep breaths automatically.

“One of them is right next to my house,” I admitted, although I wasn’t sure why I told him that.

“That has to be distressing,” he acknowledged. When he crossed back into my field of vision, he had a bottle of something yellow and a syringe.

“Doc…” I started hesitantly. “What is that?”

“Just the usual, Mike. Nothing to worry about.”

“And what, exactly, is the ‘usual’?”

The bastard actually chuckled. “It doesn’t matter, Mike. You never remember, anyway.”

“Never remember WHAT?” I started panicking, and moved to stand up.

He pushed me back on the exam table with one hand. “Shhhh. It’s okay.” He glanced at the door and jerked his head to whoever was standing outside. I felt cool, iron grips holding my wrists down.

“What do you mean, I ‘never remember’, you son of a bitch!?” I shouted, struggling futilely against the hands holding me down. Jesus fuck, how many people did he have come in here?

A stinging pain erupted near my armpit. I looked down just in time to see a needle being pulled out. To my horror, it looked several inches long - long enough to pierce a lung, or even my heart. I struggled sluggishly against whatever he just injected me with, trying in vain to stay awake. My vision blackened around the edges. My hands and feet started to feel warm and numb. I couldn’t even scream, since every noise I tried to make came out as a slurred moan.

I could barely see out of the dim centers of my vision as I heard Dr. Collins one last time. “This one keeps resetting, and we don’t know why. Make sure he doesn’t disrupt the program.”

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Blood Lust

This is chapter one of my original story. Book 1 of the Sterling Brothers series!

The sound a human made when you snapped their neck was always so satisfying. The power of having their life end at your own hand was unmatched. I listened to Jordan’s heart rate slow until it was gone. One minute strong and beating, putting up a fight and the next second, nothing. So simple.

“Booooo! You know they taste better when they are alive!” Gabriel rolled his eyes as he took Jordan’s limp wrist and sunk his teeth into the tender flesh.

“Fuck off, go suck on your very much alive cheap whore over there then. This one’s mine anyway.” I spat as I prepared to dig my teeth into Jordan’s soft vein. The delicate skin at the jugular vein always broke the cleanest and it was taking every ounce of self control to not taste this man. I could hear the blood beginning to slow and knew if I waited any longer he really wasn’t going to taste the best.

“You promised you would share today, you always do this shit. You can’t come in here with these yummy guys and not expect me to have a turn.” he continued to scold. I motioned for him to shoo as I bit down and let the sweet honey taste fill my mouth. I knew he would taste good, I could smell the floral hints in his veins. As I got stronger, the world around me quieted, and I devoured the delicate meal. Drinking feverishly, I allowed the warmth and familiarity that always followed the taste of blood to fill every part of me. This was everything I had dreamed of it being. He was euphoric. The room began to spin and I got dizzy the more I drank from him. He must have been plastered before I killed him. I allowed the effects to fill my body and relished in the lightheadedness that came from being blood drunk. When there was nothing left for me to drink I pulled away and frowned as I stared at my new friend. He was young which made his blood so rich and thick, and he was so kind. I’ve noticed that the gentle, kind souls always taste better. Makes it harder for us to stop. He was, for lack of better words, innocent. But with a smell like that, I was intoxicated, I couldn’t do anything but crave him. When he took me into his home and gave me a warm place to stay, I knew I was a goner. Finally, when I received the invitation to the monthly Red Ball, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. He knew he was going to die, fear always tastes better. After putting in all this work, getting to know him, building his trust and breaking him, I was going to do everything to make my meal better. I did grow fond of him though, he always seemed to want my attention, I liked that. To honor the time we had spent together, I promised I wouldn't share him.

I was so caught up in my own world with Jordan that I didn’t realize the other festivities happening around me. Outside they started a game of chase, but after just feeding, my skills wouldn’t be put to good use out there. Gabriel had gone back to his own pet project of the month and seemed… preoccupied. Deciding my night would be better spent on my back than on my feet, I began to look for Sebastian. He was sitting in the middle of the dining room table taking a sip from the drug whore of the night. He could barely pull himself off of her and his eyes were glazed once they met mine. He smirked and motioned for me to join him. This could be fun. I stumbled over to him and climbed onto his lap, his hard cock rubbing against my ass.

“Dance with me.” I whispered as I grinded myself against him and placed kisses down his stubbled chin. He groaned and placed his firm hands on my hips and stopped my motions. He could never handle it when I teased him.

“Sorry boys, my Baby wants to dance.” He scooped me up into his arms and carried me back onto the dance floor. Holding me close, we got lost in each other's touch, our hips swaying to the rhythm as his clothed cock pressed into me. Before long the drug whore found herself back in Sebastian’s arms and he took a long sip, then motioned for me to join him.

“I want the jugular.” I told him. He laughed and shook his head.

“No Baby, if you bit there, you wouldn’t be able to stop.” I rolled my eyes and bit into her arm and drank to my heart's content. Her blood was bitter like black coffee and her skin tasted of nicotine and smoke. It coursed through me like a bolt of electricity and I could feel every sense heightening. I was alert and powerful, and I was never coming down. I pulled away from the girl, no longer needing her services and I pulled Sebastian in for a kiss. His hands found their way into my hair and he tugged on the base making me moan against his lips. Our bodies pressed together as we rocked to the beat of the music, allowing ourselves to become one with each other. I could feel him getting hard against me, I could taste the desperation on his tongue. I nipped on his lip and my hands fumbled with his belt, quickly throwing it aside. He groaned as my hand slipped into his pants and firmly pressed on his hard cock. Slowly, I stroked him up and down as I bit into his neck and sucked gently on the scarlet red blood flowing from the cut. The familiar taste of blackberries and lemon exploded in my mouth as I moaned against him. I could feel the temperature of my body rising and my heartbeat begin to quicken and I lowered his jeans, exposing his 8 inch cock. His hand slipped underneath my dress and he raised his eyebrow at me.

“Baby, you didn’t wear any panties?” He chuckled as he slipped his fingers effortlessly into my slick pussy.

“Shut up and fuck me.” I whispered into his ear and gasped as immediately after, he thrusted deep inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him and moaned, as he began to bounce me on his dick. My nails scratched into his back, drawing thin lines of blood. I pressed my lips back onto his with a fierce desperation, relishing on the swift burn of his teeth biting on my lip. Euphoria flooded my body as he sucked on the cut, and thrusted harder into me, finding heaven on earth in all of the right places. I panted against him, not able to hold off much longer, and as his thrusts got more erratic, I could tell Sebastian couldn’t either. I could feel people staring at us as we put on a show, lost in our own pleasures. And as we both reached our peak, my eyes landed on a pair of displeased and sharp gray green eyes. I smirked and threw my head back, giving into the pleasure and moaning Sebastian’s name. I rode my orgasm out as I continued to grind on his cock and his thrusts began to slow. I held onto him like my life depended on it and breathed him in, pressing my head against his chest. Once he was limp inside of me, he pulled out and slowly tucked himself back in. I lowered my dress and found myself swaying in his arms to the music. I slowly began to pepper kisses up his neck, making my way to his lips and gently palming his dick with my hand.

“You’re insatiable, Baby.” he slurred against my lips and began to kiss me back, feeling the full effects of the drug whore.

“It’s what you love about me.” I quickly broke the kiss, smiled and continued to sway along to the music getting lost as the hum of drugs flowed through my own veins. Sebastian held onto my waist and pulled me tighter to him.

“You tease.” He groaned and began to kiss me again, willing to give into me once more. I moaned as his tongue licked the underside of my neck but my eyes landed on Nathaniel again. He stood in the back of the room, clearly unamused with the activities in the party. His eyes stayed fixed on mine as he made a small nudge to the door and walked away from the chaos in the main room. Suddenly, Sebastian wasn’t enough. I motioned for the blood whore to come back over and like the addict he was, Sebastian could not resist another taste. He quickly bit her neck and got lost in the euphoric feeling of the cocaine laced blood to fill his system. I slipped away knowing he would be busy for a while and ran through the corridors to find the secret bookshelf.

I looked around to ensure I wasn’t being followed and I quickly lifted the red satin bound book from the third shelf on the bookcase and watched as the hidden passage made itself known. I slipped through the door and watched it close behind me.

“Took you long enough.” Before I could turn my head to follow his voice he was pulling me towards him, lips meeting mine with a passion. The subtle metallic taste lingered on his tongue, mixing with my own blood as he bit on my lip. I moaned around him and pulled away breathless.

“I was busy.” I whispered in his ear as I began to unbutton his shirt. His hands gripped mine, stopping my motions.

“That’s funny, I watched my son’s slut get fucked shamelessly in front of me, and you still think I am going to fuck you tonight.” He teased as I felt the tie he had around his neck, wrap tightly around my wrists, behind my back. “You’re mistaken, Pet.” He chuckled and motioned for me to get on my knees. Defiantly, I stood still and looked him in the eyes. He raised an eyebrow at my challenge and shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock,” his firm deep voice sent chills down my spine and I couldn’t refuse his order. The strong pull of the compulsion moved my body to follow his commands. It was a game he liked to play, to show me my place, and I gave into it.

I stared up into those mesmerizing eyes, and grasped the zipper of his pants with my teeth. He moaned as he looked down at me, waiting patiently for me to free his cock. Once the zipper was down I bit the edge of his pants and pulled them down enough to release him, ravenous to get a taste. I moaned around his cock as I kissed the tip and gently grazed the underside of his cock with my tongue. I could feel him tense at my slow ministrations and he quickly lost patience. Taking only the head into my mouth, I slowly began to suck. I felt his firm grip in my hair as he jerked his hips and pressed my head down to the base of his cock. He moaned as I gagged, feeling the constrictive warmth of my throat against him. He was in bliss. Seeking his orgasm, Nathanial set up a quick pace as I continued to hollow my cheeks and gag on his cock. I knew exactly how Nathanial liked it and I moved my head to follow his rhythm, swallowing his cum without losing a drop. Satisfied he pushed me off, and tossed me like a ragdoll towards his bed. He quickly released my hands from behind my back and brought them together in the front. Once they were bound tightly to one end of the tie, he looped it across his headboard and tied off the other end. I moaned as I tugged on the tie, it was tight, restrictive, and strong, but the material was flimsy, I could break out of this easily and he knew it. He was testing me. I gasped as Nathanial straddled me and pulled my dress off, exposing everything underneath. Soon, I felt his lips wrap around my nipple and hands involuntarily pulled against the restraints trying to run through his hair. His left hand playing with the other nipple and pinching hard enough to make me yelp. He smirked and continued to grind against me, the uncomfortable friction from the clothes he was still wearing was ruining the moment.

“Take it off.” I gasped as he released my nipple from his fingers and allowed the blood to flow there once more.

“You are bold for making demands when in this position.” He chuckled as he stood up from the bed and began to take off his button down shirt.

“Can’t help it, I want you with every fiber in my being.” I told him desperately, knowing flattery was the only way I was getting an orgasm from him. I watched him hungrily as he removed his pants and he made his way to me. He smirked and leaned in, placing a rough kiss on my lips and whispered in my ear, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, Pet. I’m in charge here, not you.” He walked over to the drawer beside me and pulled out a much too familiar toy. Without further warning, the cold metal of the remote controlled bullet was placed directly on my clit. The intense pleasure overwhelmed my senses as my back arched and my eyes rolled into my head.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? You are quite sensitive today, Pet, what did you take at the party?” He questioned, staring at me with a new glint of mischief in his eyes.

“COC.” I gasped trying to catch my breath and processing anything other than the vibrations pressed directly on my clit. He smirked and moved it in slow but deliberate circles, stealing the breath from my lungs. Each movement brings me closer and closer to an orgasm, and just as my toes begin to curl and I am going to lose myself, he stops everything. I scream in frustration and thrash in my bindings. Slowly he begins the process again, as he uses his other hand to slip three fingers deep into my pussy and soft whimpers continue to pour out of me. I never knew it was possible to be so overstimulated, while at the same time not stimulated enough. Lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t realize the vibrations that were once on my clit were now deep inside of me and Nathanial wasn’t touching me anymore. With the little strength I had left, I lifted my head to see where he had gone and found him sitting on his throne in the corner of the room. His cock stood rock hard as he slowly stroked himself up and down. His other hand held onto the remote controlling the vibrator. He leered at me as I watched his finger slide to the top of the remote. A scream was ripped from my throat as the vibrator came to life on full force. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and came hard, grinding my hips into the empty air, craving any form of friction.

I took deep breaths as I came down from my orgasmic high only to be overwhelmed by the oversensitivity plaguing my body. The vibrator hadn’t stopped, Nathanial just stared as I writhed and begged for him to stop, slowly masturbating to the sight of me, denying me the touch I so deeply wanted.

“Please, stop.” I whispered, not having much more energy left to do anything other than take his punishment. He stood up from his throne and walked over to me, I thrashed in my bonds, wanting to be released, to be able to touch him. I felt the vibrator turn off and was relieved that we were done for the night. He slowly pulled it out and I frowned at the sudden emptiness. Mistaken, I felt his mouth wrap around my clit and begin to suck. Two fingers pressing back into me and exploring places only he knew how to find. It wasn’t long before I reached another orgasm, grinding my hips on his face as he allowed me to ride it out on his tongue. Once again as my body grew to hyper sensitivity, he didn’t stop and kept going, pinning my hips and legs down as I tried to push him away. I could feel his movements becoming more calculated as he continued to suck on my throbbing clit, causing me to reach a third orgasm in a matter of minutes. Finally, mercifully, he stopped his attack. Breathless, he walked closer to me and gave himself the final stroke he needed before cumming all over my face.

He collapsed on the bed beside me and I licked my lips as I broke free from the tie holding me to the bed. I slowly crawled over to him and pressed my head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and stared down at my pouting, cum covered face.

“What’s wrong, Pet?” He chuckled fondly as he pressed a kiss to my head.

“You really didn’t fuck me, you prick.” I grumbled and punched his chest. .

“Naughty girl’s don’t get fucked. Now be a good girl and wait for me here while I go shower, and you better let that cum dry.” he ordered as he placed a deep kiss on my lips. Taking advantage I quickly bit him when he pulled away.

“Bitch.” He smiled as he turned towards the bathroom.

“Prick.” I grumbled back, and laughed as he flicked me off in the mirror before the bathroom door closed.

I lay satisfied on Nathanial's bed wrapped in his satin sheets as I listened to the steady rhythm of the water flowing as he showered. The drugs were beginning to wear off and I didn't want to move, however, the alternative would be sleeping over and the thought made me sick. Dreading the pounding headache I knew was going to start the minute I began to move, I slowly stood up and changed back into what was left of my clothes for the night. I grabbed the tie he had used to tie me up and wiped his cum off of my face. I found a piece of paper he had left on his table and quickly sprawled a “Thanks for the fuck” and left it next to the tie, showing him my clear disobedience. Then I quickly pushed through the door that led me to the secret room, quietly finding my way out through the side door. But before I could reach it, I heard voices just ahead of me. I froze and listened to what they were saying and waited for the coast to be clear.

“I know, can you believe it? So sad, nobody knew it was laced. Poor girl OD’s a few hours later in the middle of the party. They just dismissed it thinking one of the guests just drank too much. But once some of the guests started coming down with symptoms, they realized it was an overdose.” One of the women in the clean up crew spoke.

“I heard about the guests, since they are, you know Vampires, will they die if they drank her overdosed blood?” The young man questioned.

“No sweetie, they’ll just get really sick for a little while, but they will get over it after a few hours.” The voices began to fade as they turned a corner. I finally had my chance, I raced out the door, ready to just get home. But then once the cool, crisp night air hit my face I felt nauseous. I stared blankly at the dark night ahead of me as I bore with the consequences of the night's activities. Two options now faced me, I could use my enhanced speed and get home so much faster but feel the effects of running in these conditions for the next three nights, or make the slow walk home but probably be fine in the morning. Fuck, I have that art exhibition tomorrow, I would much rather not look like walking death. Naturally, I opted for the latter and began to stumble home.

As I walked I could feel that something was wrong, my body was heavier than normal and I rarely get nauseous, but whatever that girl had taken was fucking me up. My head was pounding and I could feel the bile rising in my throat. She must have taken something that was laced, lovely. I trudged forward and was ready for the night to be over. I took deep breaths to keep the nausea at bay and listened to the steady footfalls of someone walking down the road. Confused at hearing the footsteps, I looked at my phone. Wincing as the bright light shone and illuminated the time, 4:22 in the morning. The footsteps were getting closer and I realized the man was heading in my direction. He was still far enough away, but focusing on something other than the feeling in my stomach and head, was helping me ignore the pain. I watched as the man walked closer, his hands in the pockets of a nice pair of black slacks. He was wearing a white button down shirt with half of the buttons missing and he looked disheveled, staring up at the sky as he walked with tense shoulders. I wonder why he is out at this hour, but I didn’t want to disturb his peace. Suddenly I got a small cramp in my stomach and all the distraction from the pain was gone. I started to walk a little faster, and breathe deeper to try and make it home before the nausea won me over. The man was close now and from the few glimpses I allowed myself to take, I could see he was so handsome. His lip was busted, the scarlet drops flowed freely down his chin, and the sweet smell of his blood mixed with his scent of warm snickerdoodle cookies. If this were any other night, I would have done everything in my power to get a taste of him, however, destiny had other plans.

As we passed each other, our eyes met for a split second as we continued to go our separate ways. I was only blocks from my house, when another cramp invaded my stomach and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Falling to my knees, I began to throw up all over the ground. It was never ending, if I needed to breathe, I would have died. Then, I felt a gentle hand on my back as someone began to pick up my hair away from my face. The man's scent filled the air once again and I felt like dying. Finally, after what felt like hours, there was nothing left to vomit and I collapsed onto the cold sidewalk.

“Are you alright?” The man asked me. After spilling my guts into the street, I was actually beginning to feel a tiny bit better. I slowly raised my hand and gave him a thumbs up. He chuckled and shook his head, as he extended his hand for me to take. I grasped onto it and allowed him to lift me from the ground, and rested on him while he supported my weight.

“What are you doing out so late? Can I walk you home?” He questioned staring at me with deep blue eyes and a kind smile.

“I could ask you the same question. And don’t worry about it, you already did more than enough. I don’t live far from here, I’ll be fine.” It came out as a broken slur, and as I tried to detach myself from him I stumbled on my own feet. He held my arm before I could trip and he began to plead with me.

“Please, I don’t think my conscience will leave me alone knowing I left a beautiful woman to fend for herself in this condition.” I rolled my eyes, but nodded as I led the way towards my home. I clearly was not smooth on my feet and I held on to his arm for support and rested my head against him. Whatever was coursing through my system was making me tired. I could feel him looking down at me as he began to walk with more confidence, holding up most of my weight. We walked with a steady stride in comfortable silence towards my home, I was getting sleepy and couldn’t wait to get there. However, walking with this stranger was oddly pleasant, his scent was familiar and comforting, something I needed as who knows what flows through my veins.

It’s not long before we reach the steps of the August Knight Memorial Library, and I stop walking. Slowly letting go of my comfy walking partner. I looked over and he was staring at me confused as he pointed at the building.

“You live here?” he questioned. I nodded and slowly made my way up the steps.

“Goodnight! Thank you for walking me home.” I slurred and fumbled with one of the locks. He stayed at the bottom of the stairs and waited until I made it inside.

“Sweet dreams.” I heard him call before I shut the door and made my way up the stairs and past the hidden passageways to get to my flat. Once inside I ripped off my clothes and threw myself onto my bed and screamed as another cramp rolled through my stomach. What was happening to me? Suddenly, I remember the conversation I overheard from the cleaners, one of the blood whores must have OD, and it was probably the one Sebastian and I drank from. Fuck, it was going to be a long night.

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did not, in fact, get the rest of the movements of the original piece before the end of term. did, in fact, get buzzed by a camera drone, show my gratitude to my conductor for the past term in the most truly cringeworthy way, and discover that the quartet has an affinity for mozart

the (complete) new movement we read is accompaniment for a song with a lot of pop rhythms and a modulation into a new key. but the funniest thing is that i swear to god it sounds like old school opm. i couldn’t describe how for the life of me. but i know my dad will start making up words to it when i practice at home.

other modern piece comments:

‘you are a ruminating beast from siberia, and we all know that’s how they are’

‘the spirit is willing but the notes are wrong.’

me: ‘wait, there are catholics in this?!’

honestly though the real star of rehearsal was the brief interlude in which we were videotaped playing the finale to haydn 104 for inclusion in a promotional video for the college of humanities and arts via, of all things, a small camera drone.

tita conductor to the drone operator: ‘and let us know when you are ready… to fly!’

also tita conductor to the drone operator: ‘will you please try not to chop my head off?’

something about the presence of the camera got her hamming it up it was SOO FUNNY 💀💀💀 she did a little hair flip before we all prepared to play. and when the drone came whizzing around the strings she was cuing me like she’d NEVER cued me before. like girl was just like. 🫵🏻😳

you did not make eye contact with me like this and point for that One measure during the concert 🤨

during the drone’s first pass through the room the breeze knocked the associate concertmaster’s part off the stand and i managed to nudge it back over to the firsts with my foot without looking off of my music 😭 i hope it was the right way around

i was actually grinning through the whole thing for once, mostly because i thought it was the funniest shit that i’d ever been put through in this orchestra

we then recorded an audio-only version of the finale and i really just told myself to let go and have fun with it. then tita conductor waited for the audio person to lower the mic before joking brightly, ‘okay! let’s do it all again!’

(we did not. thank god because i was tired.)

now remember how i’ve had a little affirmation/reminder to self stuck onto the top of my folder so i will always see it when looking over the stand? at the beginning of the school year it was ‘huwag kang matakot’ (don’t be afraid) but around january when i was going through a bout of imposter feelings i changed it to ‘magtiwala sa kanya’ (trust her)

tita conductor asked everyone to turn in their folders on impulse and i collected everyone’s but didnt realize id forgotten to do anything with the note to self so (equally impulsively) i wrote ‘thank you for this term’ on the note, stuck it to the front, and handed it in to her with the other folders and a brief explanation.

it was cringe of me lol. but she’s really done a lot. im so grateful. and she was touched.

then she lowkey forgot to open the usual classroom for me and the quartet so i had to go back and ask again and she told me ‘my mind is like a sieve. you have to remember to hold on to me.’ girl please lmao?

anyways we closed the night reading through eine kleine nachtmusik together. which we sound pretty great at considering we were reading. i wish id recorded it

and there ends another term with orchestra. it was a good one. one more for the year (and possibly ever with this group.) can’t wait to make the most of it :)

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Devotion (23)

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Warnings: Sexual content - I didn't make it extremely detailed, because if I do that it ends up being 2k words...

*Leighton's POV*

Walking back through our apartment door felt like a slap in the face. I expected to immediately get into pack mode and start figuring out logistics; and yet here I was, no new house to prepare for, no concrete plans to think about. I felt stuck; it was infuriating.

Christmas began approaching with no news about us possibly moving and I was starting to lose hope. We really lost our dream home, and I can't imagine how we're supposed to replace that feeling. Having to start from scratch felt like a stab in the back for all my hopes and dreams.

"Got your bag, kiddo?" I called out, Gemma walking out of the bathroom to come put on her shoes.

"Oh no!" She fretted, racing to her room.

I giggled, loving the sound of her little voice as her feet slapped against the hardwood floor. I swiped my phone and keys off the side table, Gemma coming back with her bag over her shoulders.

She looked like she was ready to go off to school causing my heart to clench.

Gemma bent over, velcroing her shoes as I snickered to myself watching her backpack almost topple over her head.

"Mommy help!" She whined, fed up as she tossed her foot in the air towards me, the velcro straps flopping.

"Baby, set your bag on the ground, then velcro your shoes. You're a big girl, you can do it. Daddy's waiting on you, let's go" I rushed, needing to get to Gabe's in time for my midwife appointment.

Gemma talked my ear off the entire way to her father's; running up to his door and jumping to ring the bell, greeting Zara with just as much enthusiasm, happily saying goodbye to me and practically leaving me in her dust as I walked back to my car.

I was happy she was happy with her father, but it still felt weird dropping her off and not picking her up for a few days. She was growing up and it was terrifying.

Colby met up with me at my midwife appointment, ending a phone call before greeting me with a kiss, "Ready to see our baby girl?" he asked, lacing our hands together.

"I'm ready to see how much she's grown" I replied, yanking the door open, cold hair hitting me in the face.

"Ms. Fox?" A bright new smiley face beamed from the front desk.

"Can't wait for the day it's Mrs. Brock" Colby murmured to me as I began to check into our appointment, a silly smile spreading around my face as I sided eyed him before focusing back on the papers.

"Claire should be out in a minute" The woman, Becky— reads her nametag, informed.

Colby and I sat, Colby immediately pulling out his phone to scroll through Instagram, liking posts here and there before opening his text messages.

My eyes rolled as I sighed, quietly complaining, "You know, not to be that girl, but can you get off your phone and talk to me please? This is supposed to be like an important experience for us, and I feel like you're just here because you have to be" I expressed, the nervous butterflies running rampant in my stomach.

Colby glanced at me as I spoke, his thumb clicking the off button, "I didn't know you wanted me to constantly fill the silence"

Is he serious?

"Yes Colby. That's my fricken problem. I can't sit in fricken silence." I groused, turning to face him, "Are you for real? Is it really a big problem for me to want your attention? You know, I recall claiming I wanted date nights and shit when we got back together and look at us now" I huffed.

Am I stupid to think he actually means it when he says he wants this? I swear we agree on one thing and do another. I don't know how else to communicate with this man then bluntly telling him what I want, or need; yet here I am, pregnant with his child and it feels like he'd rather be somewhere else completely.

"I've been busy" He tried to defend, a defeated sigh leaving my lips.

"Yep" is all I said before Claire came and got us, leading us back to the room.

Colby stared as I went through the motions; even when my shirt was resting under my breasts as she measured my belly, just stared. No comments on the baby, on me, not voicing anything. Just his blue beady eyes staring at me like he had fully checked out and got lost in Colby land.

It wasn't until our daughter was on the screen that he made comments, things like "Look at her hand moving" and "She yawned!" cooing over our daughter; it definitely made my ovaries think about how I could maybe keep doing this for him. We got our ultrasound photos, set up our next appointment and Colby asked, "Are we going back to the apartment and taking one vehicle to lunch?" Checking in, twirling his car keys around his finger as we walked.

"That's the plan" I replied, hopeful that this would be like a reconnecting date for us. Something I know we would gratefully benefit from.

No phones. No work. Just us, eating lunch, talking together, enjoying eachothers company.

"Your burger and fries," The waitress placed a plate in front of Colby, "and your grilled cheese and tomato soup" she slid the plate and bowl in front of me. "Can I get you anything else?"

"I'm good, you?" I eyed Colby, Colby kindly dismissing the waitress.

I dipped my grilled cheese before taking a bite, Colby swirling his straw in his soda cup, followed by a drink.

"Do you think I should just give birth in California? I mean, what is the likeness of us finding a house, moving and settling in by the time this baby is born? Especially with a home birth..." I sighed, "I really want to have a home birth, but I feel like every sign is pointing towards it being a bad idea. We literally don't have a place to do it and I'm due in April" I stressed.

With my dad's house having been sold and him temporarily moving in with Logan and Cynthia, I was feeling the pressure of figuring this whole house thing out even more.

Not only was I hitting nesting mode with no nest to prepare, but I was very aware of the calendar days ticking by. This baby had to come out at some point and we were nowhere near prepared.

"Isn't it too late to decide to do a hospital birth?" Colby questioned, not at all making me feel any better about how short our string was getting.

"Is it ever too late? Can't you just show up to the ER in labor and say, GET OUT OF MY WAY, I'M HAVING A BABY" I whisper yelled, Colby chuckling with a head shake.

"That's exactly how Gemma went. I remember it vividly" he teased, popping a fry in his mouth.

"Oh shut up" I scoffed, snickering, taking another bite of my grilled cheese. "I can't believe I'm back in the situation of having a baby with no plan. I really thought things would be different this time. I had such high hopes for that house.. and I can't believe it slipped through our fingers just like that" I snapped my fingers, huffing.

"You have a plan." He credited, "It just isn't going to plan. Like most labor and deliveries"

My eyes rolled, "Shut up. Now is not the time for an I told you so. Am I just going to shove this baby out in our apartment bathroom? Might as well be on a public bus" I grouched.

"We'll figure it out, Leighton" He reassured, taking another bite of his burger.

"When?" I snapped, "When I'm dripping fluids and in severe pain? Because I think by then it's too late to figure it out" My eyes narrowed.

"We can always move after she's born" Colby suggested.

"But that wasn't the plan" I whined, my face scrunched up at the idea of trying to move halfway across the country with two children.

It was a pain in the ass when Gemma was an infant, let alone to have a toddler and a newborn.

"But it's a plan" He emphasized my eyes narrowing again.

"Might as well move back in with Aunt Melissa" I huffed, dragging my spoon through the thick red liquid.

"That's also a plan. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if we were actively house hunting. Your aunt and uncle love when you're over"

"I don't want to keep being in her hair. I'm too old to constantly run to them when shit gets rough"

"I'm just saying we have options. Or we could rent a place, but you don't like airbnb's because of your fear of secret cameras"

"It's a valid fear" I defended, sitting up straighter, feeling the pulling in my lower back.

God I can't wait to get this baby out of me.

"It might be a dice we have to roll if you want to move there before baby girl is born"

"I just hate that nothing, and I mean nothing, ever goes to plan. If it's not one thing, it's another. I don't understand why you aren't more frustrated about this?"

Colby wiped ketchup from his mouth, licking his lips before clearing his throat, "I am frustrated that we keep having to jump through hoops, but we can't just see what's happened. We just need to figure out plan B"

"Well at this point, we're on plan Z" I grouched.

"I'm trying here Leighton, and you're shooting me down" Colby sighed, leaning back against the chair.

"I know, and I'm sorry, It's just.." I sighed, "I'm beyond frustrated with everything. It's pissing me off"

The entire drive home I scrolled through different houses in our price range, none of them marking every checkbox like the house that we lost.

Either you had nice bedrooms and a shitty backyard, or a great backyard but it was on a busy street, and if it wasn't a busy street, it had a nice kitchen and family room, but the crime rate was too high.

Why does nobody talk about how hard it is to find a house to raise your family in?

"We could always build" Colby reminded me, my eyes rolling.

"Colby. I'm due in four months. We're lucky if we can create a fucking floorplan by then" I grumbled, "God," I groaned, "Why couldn't this baby be coming in like.. 2 years from now or something. Something that just gives us more time"

"Leighton, I don't know what to tell you. We need to make a decision eventually, even if it's just temporary. We can always rent a place for a while and build a house or whatever"

"But nothing feels right"

"Babe, you're going to need to give an inch here. If we want to move before this kid is born, we need to have already made solid plans. So what if it isn't your dream kitchen, or beautiful master bath. It's a house that will house our beautiful children temporarily whilst we figure out our long term plan."

I knew he was right, but it didn't make it any less frustrating.

Later that night Colby rubbed the knots out of my back as I showed him different rental properties, holding my tongue about the things I disliked.

It's a house that will house our children. It needs to be safe, not perfect.

We narrowed it down to a few, even sent two to our realtor with offers, sending us back into the agonizing waiting game.

"My body was not made for pregnancy" I groaned, the weight of this baby in my belly taking a toll on me more every single day.

"And yet you carry it beautifully" his warm lips pressed two soft kisses to my left shoulder blade.

"Don't get any bright ideas, Brock. We're done after this" I half joked, relaxing against his touch, allowing all the weight on my back to press into him.

"Are you being serious, or?" His tone was soft, yet concerned.

"I mean.. do you really think I can do this a third time?" I genuinely asked, "I know Gemma's pregnancy medical wise was worse, but this one is really making me miss when there wasn't a baby in my womb. She's killing my muscles"

"Just wait for when she's on your bladder" He half joked.

"You put those words right back in your mouth" I playfully snapped, glaring at him, a smile tugging at my lips; only to give in fully as he kissed me.

"You know I love you, and your body, and the way you carry babies, but if you're being serious about being done....... I guess I just need to cherish this pregnancy a little bit more" He caressed my stomach, placing yet another soft kiss on my stomach.

Flashes of earlier at our midwife appointment appeared in my head, but I shoved them far far away, desperately wanting to bask in the affectionate side of Colby that I've been begging to return, then argue about whatever was going on inside of his head only a few hours prior.

"I'm not saying I'm done for sure.. I'm just... it's hard, Colby. Carrying babies is hard — and if you tell me I carry it beautifully one more time I swear to god" I rushed, Colby's chest vibrating behind me as he chuckled. "I just don't know.. right now.. if I want to do this a third time. I'm sure if we wait a few years I'll want it again, and regret it halfway through, but don't expect me to shove six kids out of my vagina, and if I do, please.. for the love of god, shake some sense into me" I begged, giggling.

"Why would I do that if you make beautiful children?" he asked, kissing my neck.

"Colby" I groaned.. or well.. moaned.

"Hm?" he hummed against my skin, the grumble vibrating against my pulse point, earning yet another moan out of me.

"This isn't fair. I can't think straight if you're making my clit swell, greedy for attention" I huffed, feeling his hand slip between my legs and rub my covered sex, my eyes closing as my legs happily let him in.

"But I like your clit swollen, and greedy for attention. If you want me to stop, tell me to stop and it'll stop" he murmured against my skin, warm wet kissing going up and down my neck from under my jawline all the way down to my collarbone.

"Finish what you started, Brock" I groaned, my back arching off his chest as he pushed my underwear aside, tracing my folds with the tip of his finger, circling around my clit before plunging into my aching center. "Oh my god" I moaned, his finger pumping in and out of my vagina. "Another, please" I begged, or well, cried.

His fingers moved in and out of me, stretching me out before he finally messed with my clit, liquid rushing out of me before I could even process what was happening; my moans loud enough for whomever was on the other side of the wall to hear.

"Jesus christ I've never come so suddenly" I panted, "Pregnancy is wild"

"And beautiful—"

"Shut up Colby before I don't want your cock near me" I groaned, moving to face him.

"Look at your bump, baby" he fawned, his hands running over my stomach.

"Colby" I groaned, my hands on the front of his shoulders, shoving him more into the pillows as I straddled his thighs, his erection pressing against my aching cunt. "Can I try something?" I asked, slightly rubbing myself against him, loving the way I could feel him through our underwear.

"Go for it" he struggled out, pleasure written all over his face as his hands rested against my hips.

I began to slide up and down his cock, the head of his penis pressed firmly against his underwear, peeking out from underneath us as I moved against his length, loving the pressure it put on my clit.

Before I knew it, Colby was groaning, cum seeping through his underwear, the white mess making a puddle that seeped into my own underwear, causing me to move quicker, chasing my own orgasm only for him to carefully flip me over, pulling his cock out from his underwear and slipping it into my quivering center, pounding into me with no remorse.

"Oh my fucking god!" I moaned.

"You're so fucking wet" he grunted, my body slamming against his as our hips moved roughly against each other.

"You're covered in cum" I snickered, my nails raking down his back.

"I'm so fucking sensitive; I'm going to come again" he warned, the bed shaking beneath us before we both came undone together, breathless panting, moans and groans emerging as we separated

"We need to have sex when I'm pregnant more often" I panted, my eyes falling shut as he chuckled.

"That means you need to stop being mad at me so frequently" he smirked, my hand slapping his pec.

Gemma, Cynthia, Harper and I wandered around the mall Christmas shopping, reminding the toddlers that picking out Christmas wishlist gifts is not the same as buying it so we can play with it when we get home.

"So he just blew you off?" Cynthia asked, holding an upset Harper in her arms — moments ago she tried running off, ending in a lecture on safety and strangers before getting swooped up and put in air jail, Gemma toddling in front of us, hopping on the squares of the tile, trying not to step on the lines, her shoes slapping against the shiny white linoleum flooring.

"Well I reached out because of Christmas, you know? And Sam seemed like I was the last person he wanted to talk to, and then I asked Kat, because duh, and I swear it was like I had the plague or some shit. They ended up telling me they couldn't come due to going to their own families for Christmas, but it still rubbed me wrong. I swear ever since Colby and I got back together, things have been weird and it's just strange. I feel like I'm taking Colby away from his friends, but whenever I reach out, it always feels like I'm the last person they want to talk to. The only person who responds to my texts in a proper friendly manner is Stas, and even then, she's busy doing her own thing. So not only do I constantly feel like an outsider, but I can't even group people together to to meet up and spend some time together"

"If you've put in the effort, then that's on them. You can't change the way they act towards you. It's not your fault if Colby never sees them because they decide to be offstandish with you" Cynthia shrugs, "You tried— are trying; you're doing your best. It is strange that Sam's dismissing you though. You guys were close, no?"

"Yes" I sighed, "I'm telling you, ever since Colby and I got together, everything's been weird, and like, Colby used to put Sam on speaker when they talked, or let Gemma talk with him, but there's been so many hushed conversations and anytime he gets lost in his head, he's been conversing with Sam. I just wish one of them would talk to me; I feel like I'm losing them both. The other thing is I tried reaching out to Aaliyah again, but I still haven't heard from her. At this point I feel like I'm just pestering her" I sighed, "And it sucks, because she's my best friend.. or was my best friend, and all because of one stupid fight she's been AWOL. I can't even show up at her doorstep and confront her because I don't know where she is" I complained, "Ugh, enough about my life, how's it going with you and Logan? Is my dad an alright roommate? I swear, Colby and I are working on getting him out of your hair" I joked, Cynthia grinning.

"He's been fine. I think he's enjoyed being around Harper more. I uh.. Logan and I have been meaning to talk to you about something though." Oh god, "Logan has been thinking about doing another year of the Military. Not on active duty, but helping the guys prepare and such, but um.. Harper and I would be following him, meaning we'd be moving out of California for who knows how long. It's just, it's a full time position and I can't go x amount of days without seeing him again" Cynthia's worried expression burned into my brain as my heart rate picked up, "Especially now that we have Harper"

"You're moving?" I questioned, Cynthia slowly nodding, before letting Harper down so the girls could go play at the tiny play spot in the mall. "I know I'm also moving.. but I just.. I don't know, there is something about finding out he's also moving that feels weird. At least it isn't active duty, right?" I sighed, running my hands through my hair. "Why hasn't he told me? I was on the phone with him last night.."

Logan and I try to call each other weekly at least and just catch up, why wouldn't he have mentioned something? How long has he known?

"You're his best friend, Leigh. He's afraid of breaking your heart. He almost didn't take it and thought about following you back to Minnesota" Cynthia confessed.

My heart dropped, "He was?"

"Yes, but then he got this opportunity and it made good pay and such.."

"No, no.. I get it.. it's just.... where is it?"

"Fort Knox, Kentucky"

"Oh. Well that's not too far..." I drifted before looking over at her, "Wait, did he try seeing if he could go to Fort Ripley? That's not tooooo far from Aunt Melissa's"

"All the spots are full. Don't think he didn't try to stay with you. I've never seen a closer sibling bond, I swear he'd leave me in a ditch if it meant protecting you" She laughed, "And that wasn't a dig. I love that about him. I love how close you are. You both need each other, and I love that you guys have each other. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you before we both chickened out and landed in Kentucky and had to figure out a way for you to think we were still in California"

Back at Cynthia's house, the girls and I helped carry in her bags worth of gifts, Nova greeting us at the front door, pulling on my heartstrings, especially since Gemma has been relentlessly asking for a dog, Colby and I's only defense being "The apartment doesn't allow pets" but I knew we were toast once we actually moved.

"Look at that dopey face" I cackled, cupping the rotty's face in my hands, "You're so damn cute" I cooed.

"Remember when she was a puppy? Now look at her" Cynthia laughed, handing a cup of juice to both of the greedy toddlers.

"I'd love to own a rotty, I just.. with two kids and planning to start college I can't imagine trying to puppy train until baby girl is done with her own potty training" I sighed, tossing a rope for the dog.

"Colby will be there to help. I swear you forget you guys are literally engaged. He's made a commitment to help" She laughed.

"He's always working. I can't juggle the house, two kids, working, college and a dog whilst he's gone working"

"But then they're home for an extended period of time, right? He'll especially be around to help with the baby"

"Speaking of the baby. Colby wants to name her Lennon, and I think I agree with him.. just.. we can't figure out a middle name. I swear this baby is coming into this world into complete and utter chaos"

"Lennon is a pretty name. Colby came up with that?"

"Right!? I was surprised too" my chuckle getting drowned out by laughter from the girls, both of them running through the house with some sort of light up, singing Disney wands. "No running through the house!" I yelled, "Someone's going to get hurt!"

"Girls, why don't you go play with Nova outside?" Cynthia shooed them out, both of us moving to the kitchen to keep an eye on them.

We sat at the kitchen table, watching the girls as I explained my frustrations with everything going on.

I mean honestly, was I bringing our daughter into this world with everything being a mess? I haven't even begun to think about what her nursery would look like, or gone through the few things I had kept from Gemma.

We haven't talked about baby showers, or middle names, or if we're co-sleeping, or bottle feeding...

My mind was racing and lagging all at the same time and all I wanted to do was cry.

Gemma and I ended up staying the night since Colby was back in Vegas with Sam, it did not take much to convince us since Logan and Cynthia promised to feed us and Gemma got to have story time with her Papa.

"Do you mind if I drink some wine?" Cynthia asked, a bottle in hand.

My head shook as I scrolled through my phone.

"I missed wine when I was pregnant" Cynthia sighed, plopping down in between Logan and I, a movie ready to be played whenever we were situated, my dad and the kids having gone to bed.

"I miss Deli meat" I snickered, hugging the blanket closer to my body. "I miss sandwiches and like my roll up snacks. I swear you crave the things you can't have when you're pregnant; it's so annoying. Thankfully, Colby doesn't eat them around me, so at least he's thoughtful like that" I chuckled, opening Colby and I's text messages.

Colby 💘: Are we spending Christmas in California? My parents have been asking if I'm making my way to Arizona for the holidays seen

Shit.

Um.

Every reply I tried to send, I ended up deleting, just staring at his message.

I knew we should. It was his family after all, and I've kept him away from them enough as it is.. but Arizona? With a toddler? And me being pregnant? I'm sure all the flights are taken too..

Do you want to?

Really Leighton? Out of all the possibilities you could've sent..

Colby 💘: You don't?

Aren't the Christmas flights taken?

Colby 💘: We could drive

That's what I was afraid of.

With a toddler? Remember last time?

Colby 💘: So no?

Motherfucker.

I groaned, feeling Logan's eyes on me as I sent a quick reply back.

Could they come here?

"What's wrong?" Logan asked.

"Colby wants to go to his family's for Christmas. Yes I know how that sounds" I grouched, "It's just.. 13 hours in the car when you're pregnant and your toddler doesn't like to sit still? It's going to be a nightmare. Let alone the traffic of everyone else traveling for the holidays. If he wanted to go, I wish he would've mentioned it sooner so we could've looked at flights for us or them"

"Some nightmare's are worth going through if it makes your husband happy" Cynthia piped up, ignoring my glare.

"Cynthia, zip it" I spoke through clenched teeth, Logan's head cocking.

"Oh? What kind of nightmares are those?" he asked, my head falling back with a groan.

Here we go.

Before I knew it, Cynthia and Logan were "arguing" - bickering more like it, but it seemed more serious. If it was Colby and I, we'd already be yelling.. or well.. I'd be yelling, but is that really an important detail?..

"I say just suck it up and go. Especially with how guilty you feel "dragging" him to Minnesota" Cynthia shrugged, placing her wine glass in the kitchen whilst Logan took Nova on a quick nightly walk.

"But 13 hours" I whined, "And then some. That's not counting pit stops for both me and the toddler"

"But it will make Colby happy"

"Will it? His future wife and his daughter complaining the whole time about how hungry they are, about how much they don't wanna be in the car anymore? How shitty they're feeling? Not to mention I don't really feel like playing fake happy wife who loves her partner's family when I'm trying to just get through this pregnancy. I'm truly so fucking done of everything hurting and she's even been kind to my bladder lately"

"I still say just do it. Especially since you don't see them that often"

Easier said than done. I don't see her looking like she's about to burst at the seams.

I snuggled in the blankets on their fairly comfy couch, my father having taken over the guest bedroom, opening Colby's texts back up.

Colby 💘: Not with their back pain

What about my back pain?

Colby 💘: I can look at possible flights later.

Colby 💘: Sam and I are going to start filming again

Colby 💘: Goodnight. I love you.

Uggggggh

We can go

I'm staying at Cynthia's tonight and we're heading to bed so goodnight I love you too. Be safe with Sam please.

That morning I woke up, immediately checking my phone only for my eyes to practically pop out of my head at my notifications.

Colby 💘: Thank you

Sam and I just got to the hotel I'm getting home around 2pm tomorrow fyi

Landon 🙄:

How long do you boil eggs for?

I keep fucking it up.

Finn and Xavier think I can't cook 🙄

Aaliyah ✨: Hey. I'm sorry for being MIA. Can we meet up and talk?

"Mornin' Momma! We make.. make pan..pancakes!" My darling daughter announced at an ear piercing volume.

"Gemma, inside voices" I groaned, stretching as I sat up, realizing just how badly I had to pee.

"Momma?"

"Yes honey"

"Coco didn't call" she pouted, her arms crossed over her chest.

"What?"

"Coco didn't call. Coco always calls when bye bye"

Oh.

"I'm sorry baby. Coco was busy talking to mommy about seeing his parents. We'll make sure he pays for forgetting, okay? Where's Papa?"

"Papa with Harper"

"Why don't you go join them whilst momma pees and then we can go eat your pancakes?" I suggested, shoving myself up off the couch.

"OKAY!" She yelled, already running off.

Kids have too much energy at all times of the day.

I opened Aaliyah's texts whilst I was peeing, my heart pounding as I replied, yet again constantly typing and deleting my message.

How do I calmly reply without making it awkward? Or like I'm overexcited?

Where would you like to meet?

I groaned at my reply, not only hating how "nonchalant" it felt, but also knowing that I now had to wait for a reply.

Colby called whilst we were eating breakfast, Gemma taking over the phone call as I helped Cynthia keep eggs and pancakes off the floor — much to Nova and my backs dismay.

Why does nobody talk about how much squats suck when you're pregnant? Cynthia ended up having to help me up a few times which was almost as equally embarrassing as it was wobbling and almost falling over.

Gemma gave Colby an earful about breaking his promise, Colby profusely apologizing, bribing Gemma with an ice cream date in exchange for an acceptance of apology, happily winning her over.

Colby had barely walked through the apartment door before he and Gemma were off on their way, abandoning me with my nerves as I got ready to meet up with Aaliyah.

I slipped on some maternity jeans, a flowy top and ran a brush through my long dark hair, pretending like I wasn't sweating buckets at just the thought of what she wants to talk about.

My fingers kept tapping the steering wheel as I drove, completely off beat to the music I put on as an attempt to distract myself.

I refused to allow myself to sit in my own nerves any longer, slamming my car door shut and swinging the coffee shop door open, the intense coffee ground smell smacking me in the face, slightly triggering my gag reflex.

Great.

With a grimace smile, I pushed my shoulders back and scanned the shop, not seeing anyone who remotely looked like Aaliyah.

I sent a quick text before ordering a pastry and finding a seat.

I guess I was going to have to sit in my nerves after all.

I couldn't get myself to sit still if it had to save my life. My fingers kept tapping against the table, or swiping through nonsense on my phone; the pastry quickly diminishing as I just sat here waiting.

She reached out, out of the blue, having ignored me for months... for what? To just chit chat? That is if she didn't stand me up first.

Colby texted, informing me that they had gotten back to the apartment, texting me a photo of Gemma's speech therapy games, asking which ones she was worse at, thankfully providing me a few minutes of distraction.

Every time the bell rang above the door, my eyes glanced up, hoping, only to be let down.

Was I seriously getting stood up? Was this her idea of a joke? A final fuck you?

With singed hope, I checked our texts one more time, hearing yet another bell ring, only to finally be greeted by a woman who vaguely looked like my once best friend.

"Hey.. you haven't changed at all." A soft, sad voice said, my brow pulling together.

Was that a compliment or an insult?

"Aaliyah?" I questioned, watching her nod, finally taking a seat across from me. "You look... different" I stumbled, trying to keep a straight face, knowing I was failing.

Her roots were dark, showing, not that that was a problem, it just was unlike her. I don't think I've ever seen her natural hair color show this much. Her blonde hair was long, appearing tousled. She's always been skinny, but she looked skinner, her baggy shirt appearing a size or two too big, rather than huge her form like it used to.

"I uh, how are you?" She asked, my face had to look bewildered as I stared back at her in shock.

"Me? How are you?! It's been what... forever?" I expressed, sitting up straighter in the chair, my hand covering my bump so it didn't hit the table, drawing her attention to it.

"You're very pregnant." She noted, "When are you due again?"

"April. What uh.. what have you been up to?" I asked, hating the way her shoulders fell.

"Nothing much. How are you and Colby? Still going strong?" She asked, her eyes telling me she didn't care and was just trying to be polite.

She all around lacked emotional presence. I felt like I was staring at a shell of my best friend, her eyes confirming my assumptions as the once shining gleam lacked their glimmer.

"Still engaged" I showed my left hand, wiggling my fingers, "Have you found anybody new?" I asked, Aaliyah shaking her head. "Where are you living now?"

"With a few roommates" She replied numbly.

"That's nice. Are they nice?" I asked, trying to brighten the mood a little bit; failing.

"It's fine"

"All girls?" I asked, Aaliyah nodding.

"That's nice. Where do you work then?"

She was quiet, chewing her lower lip, finally replying, "With my roomates"

"Oh. Interesting. What do you guys do? Is it like.. work pays for it or whatever? Or did you guys start a business together? Did you meet at work?" I tried to engage with her, wanting so desperately to be back in her life, but it felt like pulling teeth to get even an inch of slack from her.

"No I um.. well.. uh.. what are you doing for work?" She quickly changed the subject.

"Oh. I've been working in sales in a clothing and shoe store. Nicer pay, easier whilst pregnant, but uh, Colby and I were talking about moving, so I might put in my notice soon. Plus with the baby coming soon. A lot's been going on. Have you tried talking to River since you guys broke up? Any idea how he's doing?" I asked, fishing for anything to work with.

Her head shook.

"How's Gemma?" She switched again, a smile broadening on my face at the name of my daughter.

"She's good!" I grinned, "She's four now. Taller. Speaks more. Drives me nuts sometimes" I giggled, "She's indifferent about being a big sister. Some days she's excited, other days not so much"

"I'm sure she's forgotten about me" Aaliyah sighs, slouching back in the chair.

My head shook, "How could she forget her Lay Lay?" I tossed a sympathetic smile. "You're her godmother Aaliyah. She'll always remember you"

"Have you thought about who will be the godparent of this kid?" She questioned, surprising me.

"Haven't discussed it too much. I thought about asking Landon, or Sam. I don't know what Colby wants"

Aaliyah nodded, glancing around the place.

I sighed, "Why did you finally reach out, Aaliyah? I've tried for months. I hated how I treated you when we argued. I've wanted to apologize for ages, and you've just gone mute on me"

"Well.. I didn't have a phone for a while. I finally earned money to get another one" She showed me an older model IPhone. "I uh.. honestly? I wasn't in a good place to rehash everything with you. I needed to figure things out"

"And have you?" I asked, Aaliyah's head shaking.

"No, which is why I finally wanted to meet up with you. I.." she trailed off, "I just wanted to see how you are. If you're okay. How things have been. How Gemma is. How the pregnancy is going. Wanted to check in on someone who was once my best friend"

Ouch.

"Once was?" I whispered, my eyes starting to get glassy.

Was my best friend breaking up with me? Is that even a thing?

"I'm not good for you Leighton. You're thriving" that was a stretch, "and I just.. I just wanted to see it for myself. You have a future husband, children, an entire life ready for you. You know I'll always be there for you, but..." But? I felt warm tears start to fall down my face, Aaliyah looking away. "You're so much better off without me. Without me meddling. I just.. I think you've grown so much without me, and it's a good thing. It's a good thing that you've made so much progress in your own life. Just the way your face lights up when you talk about your daughter tells me that much" Her own tears fell, "I just wanted to make sure you were happy. That you were okay. You're still sober, right?" She asked, my head nodding. "See?" her voice cracked, "You're good without me, and I think it needs to stay that way"

I so desperately wanted to tell her just how wrong she was. How my life was still a mess, and how I was nowhere near ready to plan a wedding, or have a baby, but I couldn't help but focus on how it felt like she used me. She got me here with wishful thinking, knowing she had ill intentions. Who does that? Who reaches out, talks about reconnecting after months of no contact, only to practically break up with you?

"So that's what this was?" I sniffled, wiping at my face, "You met up with me, just to tell me you didn't want to be my friend anymore?"

"It's not that I don't want to. It's that I can't" She replied, adding salt to the wound.

"You can't? What does that even mean! I've tried so hard, Aaliyah! I know you think I'm selfish, and maybe I am, but I've tried too hard to reach out. To talk to you. To be there for you, and you just.. you can't be my friend anymore?"

"It's not safe for you to reach out, Leigh. You have an entire life going for you. We'll always have our memories, but... I needed to tell you in person that I can't do this anymore. Okay?"

Not safe?! What does that even mean!

"No! Not okay! What the hell, Aaliyah! You're scaring me. What's going on? What's wrong?"

"Leighton. Please" She quietly begged, my head shaking rapidly.

"No. I refuse to give up on you. You have no valid reason to not be my friend. I can respect your boundaries, but nothing about this feels right! Tell me what's going on, please" I begged.

If she wanted to cut ties, fine. If she no longer wanted to be connected to me, I could deal with that... but this... it felt like she had a gun to her head and needed to say what she needed to say to get out alive; it just didn't sit well with me.

"You're better off without me—" She tried again.

"Bullshit!" I interrupted, "All I've wanted is to be your friend. To be there for you. I don't care if that's you at your worst, or your best. If this is your worst, just tell me. Tell me how I can help. Is it your living situation? Do you need somewhere to stay? Because I have options Aaliyah. I have family more than willing to open their doors to you. I have a toddler at home who would love to see you. You can't just walk away for no reason. You've been there for me way more than I have for you, and when I finally get the chance to repay you just.. you what.. cut the goddamn cord? No." My head shook, my lips pursed as I refused whatever insane thing was going on right now. "What do you need from me? How can I help you? Clearly something is going on" I begged, hating how I was getting shoved away without a chance to fight for us.

I could tell she had made up her mind, I just wish I knew why.

Was it really all because of that stupid fight? or was it something more?

"You can't help me, Leighton"

"That's not true—" I interrupted, only for Aaliyah to interrupt me.

"I'm happy you're happy, Leighton. Truly. If anyone deserves it, it's you" She smiled softly, her hand reaching across the table for me, her touch burning with bittersweet memories.

The tears were flowing freely, my brain trying to catch up with what was going on right now, failing miserably.

"If I need you, I'll call you. Okay? Just.. let me do this. Please" She begged, my head nodding before I could stop it.

"I love you. Okay? Whatever you need. Just tell me" I begged her to promise, Aaliyah bending to hug me, whispering back that she loved me, and that she was happy for me, before walking away; right out of my life.

What the hell just happened?

I walked through my apartment door in shambles marching past Colby who was sat on the couch, laptop resting on his thighs, shutting our bedroom door behind me, undressing.

I felt dirty. Like my crystal clear lake was now a murky pond.

The entire drive home I tried to understand what I had done. Relaying every text I sent, every conversation we've had. How it got to this point. I simply didn't understand and I don't think I ever will.

All I know is I lost my best friend. The person who's been there for me through thick and thin... and the second she needed me like I needed her, she cut the tie.

I lost her before I could even try to fight for her and I had no clue what to do.

* * * * This chapters been "done" since January. I just wasn't happy with it and got writers block cus I didn't know how to fix it... and well.. now it's March uh..

If this book was a jenga tower, it's about to tumble 👀

Written on: December 21st 2023, January 4th, 7th, 8th, 10th, 14th, 22nd, March 6th 2024

Published: March 6th 2024

Word Count: 7210

Part Twenty Four

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This gets long. It continues my obsession with old Edinburgh Fringe Festival videos. It is of interest to no one in the world besides me.

Okay, the situation is: I’ve just gotten back from a wonderful week-long vacation by the ocean, I am now home where there is no ocean, I’m starting a new job tomorrow, I’m very anxious about it (I did just start another new job a couple of months ago, but I was so desperate for a job at the time that I’d applied for everything and took the first thing I was offered, then something I wanted more came back and offered me something so I took that instead, now I start that other thing tomorrow, I would feel bad for leaving my old job so soon except that they were doing a lot of illegal shit that I cannot get into in one Tumblr post but just trust me that they broke far too many labour laws to deserve my loyalty, this is getting off topic). I just spent some time very carefully going through the Cowgate video to find a screenshot that could be my new cover image, I ended up going with this:

That was taken from this video, of an event that I refer to as Cowgate, due to it being a cow-related scandal that also took place near the Edinburgh neighbourhood of Cowgate:

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I had to go through that video to find the screenshot, and this reminded me of how many questions I have about it, so I have decided to distract myself from new job anxiety by writing a post that lists just a few of my top 200 questions about that fucking video. Let’s go through it, shall we? It’s been a while since I’ve done a post that self-indulgently goes into great detail about that video that no one in the world want to think about nearly as much as I do. Not that I’ve never done that before. But it’s been a while, and that'll be a good distraction.

Essential, all-encompassing question: Where did they get the cow?

There are several possible classes of answer here, all of which inspire different follow-ups. As far as I can see, there are two overall possibilities: the cow was there when they arrived and they did not plan it, or they specifically procured a cow for this purpose. I think it’s more likely to be the former, because at the beginning of this video (a video that I put together myself, by the way, cutting out things from two different videos that I got on YouTube, because somehow this was captured twice and uploaded to YouTube by two totally separate accounts, and I combined them), you see Daniel Kitson sitting on the cow at what seems to be the beginning of the night, and he seems to be figuring out what it is along with the audience.

If it’s the former: How did it get there? Who put it there? Why did they put it there? Where did they get it? How did they feel about it being destroyed?

Did the Chocolate Milk Gang know it would be there before they arrived? If so, did they plan its destruction in advance? If the answer to one or both those questions is no, when and how did the plan formulate? How did they work out that they were allowed to do it? Presumably you can’t just destroy shit that’s on stage without consulting someone. Did they consult someone while the show was happening? Does that explain why the weapons they used all look like things they might have found backstage at the last minute? Why someone walks in during the scene and hands John Oliver a metal pipe like one out of the game Clue/Cluedo? That would make more sense if they had not prepared this beforehand.

Here's one theory of mine on that’s subject: I think the plan was formulated sometime after the first clip in this video, when the audience was shouting challenges at Kitson for things he should do with the cow (ride it, touch it, jump off it), and he told them their challenges were too easy. I think that after the camera stopped filming, the audience started issuing more difficult challenges, and one of those challenges was to rip it in half.

Another question if that’s the case: How were they initially planning to end that night? What got bumped for last-minute cow destruction?

But all my theories could be wrong. They all have the issue that I’m not sure you can get permission to destroy a large installation once a show has already started. So maybe it was the latter of those initial options, and they did plan it beforehand. Which brings up lots of other questions, such as: Why? Who thought of it? Why? What were the plans leading up to it? I still want to know where they got the cow, and how they got permission to bring it to the Gilded Balloon and destroy it on stage.

All of that can be summarized in two main questions: “Where did the cow come from?” and “How did the plan to destroy the cow come about?” But there’s another main, overarching question, which is: “What the fuck was the plan? What were they actually doing?”

I mean, clearly they were trying to destroy the cow. But why? What were the parametres of the challenge? Adam Hills says they have “three chances”, and they’ll either succeed or “bottle it”. Does that mean they tried two other times earlier in the night to destroy the cow, and only succeeded on this third attempt? That’s pretty good, if so, because this is clearly the end of the night (you see Kitson come out afterward to introduce the band, signifying that comedy is over). So it’s some good narrative planning if they managed to space out two failed attempts and then got it right at the end.

That might explain why Kitson got involved. At first he’s hanging back, just doing hype with Adam Hills. At some point, it looks to me like he figures out they’ll be here all night if he leaves them to it. He starts giving specific advice – Adam Hills is yelling Eminem songs at them, and Daniel Kitson starts saying helpful things like “combine the chisel at the hammer”. It’s shortly after that that he, as far as I can tell, decides they won’t manage this without him, even though he’s tried to tell them how to do it, so he jumps in there and helps. That would make even more sense if they'd tried this twice before and it hadn't worked, they'd agreed on some sort of challenge (with the audience, maybe) in which they had to do it in three tries, also it was the end of the night and the last night of the Festival and they wanted to get it fucking done.

I might be wrong, it's difficult to tell, but I think Daniel Kitson was right to think they needed him, because he's the one who actually ended up breaking it. I've tried to figure this out before, mainly because I've decided I desperately want a Taskmaster one-off live task someday in which they wheel the Taskmaster cow on stage in the studio in front of these five people and tell them that the first person to break it in half wins. So even though it was a collective effort, I want to know who actually would win if this were a Taskmaster task. And I think it may have been Kitson. You can see him kick it pretty hard, then hit it once with his hammer, and then it immediately comes apart and he throws his hands in the air in celebration:

It might have been too much of a joint effort to give the points to any one person, though. John using leverage definitely helped.

The other option for what “three chances” means is it was only meant to be three people trying to destroy the cow: David O’Doherty, Demetri Martin, and John Oliver. That would mean they didn’t really succeed in their challenge, since Daniel Kitson ended up helping. But I don’t know if it really makes sense – do three people working together and concurrently count as three separate chances?

Look, let’s go through the lyrics to really understand everything going on here. From Mr. Adam Hills:

If you had three chances... Would you take 'em? Or would you quite literally bottle it?

I've covered the "three chances" thing already; I don't quite know what he means by that. But I'm also not sure what he means by "bottle it". I know that's slang for fucking things up, but why would they literally bottle it? The use of the words "quite literally" imply that an actual bottle is somehow involved in this. I have no idea how.

His palms are sweaty, his hair is sweaty, He's ready to shoot spaghetti

This is a sort of parody ("parody" might be a word that gives it more credit than it deserves) of Lose Yourself by Eminem, obviously, since that's the beat that's playing in the background. I point this out only because it comes back later, when he starts singing a different Eminem song, having apparently forgotten which one he was supposed to be doing.

He's got a cow on stage It's got red horns, it's all the rage

I find those lyrics worth mentioning because here's another video from earlier in that same night (one that I also put together by combing clips from two separate YouTube videos):

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Adam Hills is freestyle rapping there, but he got the idea of rhyming "stage" with "all the rage" from David O'Doherty, who had used the same rhyme in his own on-the-spot rapping earlier in that same Late 'n' Live show.

It's cow tipping, it's not quite shitty Get that cow down in this city Take it up the Royal Mile, attack it with a hammer

The Royal Mile is a stretch of road in Edinburgh that I think is meant to be a central hub of people and bars and whatever wild things happen during that festival. In the YouTube comments of one of those videos (the original one, that I cut up to make the one linked in this post), someone said they did, in fact, carry the broken cow up the Royal Mile after they'd crowd surfed it out of the building. So apparently enough planning had gone into it beforehand so that they knew, at this point, that that's what they wanted to do. Maybe that was part of the challenge? They had to break the cow in half and then carry it up the Royal Mile?

At this point I will skip a few lines, because even I cannot bring myself to type out every word that Adam Hills said around the line "fuck the udder", but I do find it very funny to watch Adam Hills getting really into his role as hype man, while Daniel Kitson watches beside him, tries to look like he's also playing the hype man because that's what he's supposed to do, but he knows he needs to also be actually paying attention to how the whole thing's going and making sure to keep it on track. He's trying to look as though he's fully thrown himself into it and isn't putting any effort into controlling the gig, whereas Adam, I think, has genuinely thrown himself too far into it to keep anything on track. Does that say something about their different styles of comedy and/or compering? Possibly. Adam Hills definitely grew into a host who could keep a live show on track (and has done it on many Fridays for many years), but it never seems as natural for him as it does for Kitson to have one eye on appearing to be fully caught up in stuff, and one eye on keeping tight control over the situation.

Anyway, the result is Adam yelling increasingly nonsensical shit around the words "fuck the udder", and then Kitson puts one hand over his mouth and one in the air in an exaggerated parody of a hype man, but what he actually says is:

Davey, Davey, what you need to do is combine the chisel and the hammer

Not hype. Genuine advice designed to get this done so they can win the challenge and get out of here. I find it quite funny how David O'Doherty was diligently focused on the cow for the whole time, until Kitson yelled that at him, when he suddenly stopped and looked up like "Oh... right, yes, I'll get right on that."

I also enjoy the way John Oliver looked up at him too while he was yelling this helpful advice, like, yep, that's the guy I'm on the same page with, the one who will do the rapping but only with full awareness that it's all bullshit and we just need to accomplish the task and go get milkshakes:

There’s Martin, Demetri Martin The Perrier win has left me smartin’

That is a reference to something that would have just happened, as this is the last night of the Fringe Festival and I assume they do awards at the end. Adam Hills had, in fact, been nominated for the Perrier Award that year, but Demetri Martin had beaten him. He had also been nominated the previous year, and lost to Daniel Kitson. And he'd been nominated the year before that, and lost to Garth Marenghi (Matthew Holness and Richard Ayoade). After 2003, he was no longer eligible for the award, putting him in the James Acaster class of people who were nominated several times but never won (not as many times as Acaster, but still).

John Oliver, he’s the man If that pipe won’t do it nothing can

You could make a lot of money if you put that on t-shirts and sold them. People won't even need to know the context.

David O-ha-doch-her-ty He comes from Ireland, the land of the green Daniel Kitson, he’s got a hammer He’s also got one motherfucking stammer

I mean, the way he added several extra syllables to DO'D's name so it'll scan for a song is still far from the least accurate pronunciation of that name that I've heard. What I like about this part is how absolutely no one reacts. They are all so engrossed in their cow destroying task, no one even looks up at Adam. DO'D doesn't want to engage with whether Ireland should be reduced to "the land of the green". Kitson does not retort about his stutter. Martin won't be drawn into competitiveness about the Perrier Award. They all have a very important job to do and will not be distracted.

It's time break this cow down It’s time to break this cow down It’s not time to chow down It’s time to break this cow down

Is anyone else beginning to suspect that Adam Hills may not have been 100% sober during the recording of this video? Though it is worth noting that the Chocolate Milk Gang got their name because they drank milkshakes instead of alcohol after late-night Edinburgh shows. Stewart Lee called it "a cult of abstinence built around Daniel Kitson" - which probably says more about Stewart Lee than anything else, if he thinks not getting drunk every night is a cult, but still. I think that means that the Chocolate Milk Gang members in this video (Kitson, Oliver, O'Doherty, Martin) all were sober they whole time they were taking apart the cow.

Late 'n' Live, Late 'n' Live, it's the very last night It's time to wrap this show up tight Send out the front, send out... Break the cow, break it in half Lead it out the front to the path

Another reference to bringing it out the door. So that must have been part of the challenge from the beginning, not something the audience spontaneously did. Break it in half, crowd surf it out, take it up the Royal Mile. But why?

Karen Koren, she's outside She's got petrol dripping down her eyes There was a fire at the Gilded Balloon The police found no one else was to blame If this season doesn't go well This fucking venue's going up in flames

Okay, it took me a while to work out the meaning of this part, but I know it now. Karen Koren was (and still is) the owner of the Gilded Balloon venue, which hosted (and still hosts) Late 'n' Live, a show that runs late into the night during multiple nights (most nights or maybe even all of them, I get the impression, at least back then, but I'm not entirely sure of that) of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. Late 'n' Live has one person hosting all night, bringing on different comedians who do different stuff throughout the night, the lineup changes depending on availability and other stuff. Then when they're done (around 3 AM, I think, at least back then), they bring out a band to play and it becomes a dance floor. Daniel Kitson hosted it for several years in the late 90s/early 00s, and that's what was happening here, in 2003. It was, as Adam Hills said earlier, the "very last night" of the 2003 Edinburgh Fringe Festival, and this was that night's Late 'n' Live show, hosted by Kitson with all these other comedians around throughout the night. That's all useful context.

In late 2002, there was a fire in Cowgate, which is the neighbourhood in Edinburgh where the original Gilded Ballon was. The Gilded Balloon burned down, and was rebuilt nearby. So this event, less than a year later, is taking place in the rebuilt version.

So here's what Adam Hills was saying (jokingly, it's worth clarifying) with that verse: Karen Koren, owner of this building, is currently outside with petrol. If this year's shows at the Gilded Balloon don't go well enough to make as much money as she wants, she'll burn the building down (I guess for the insurance money or something, to make up for insufficient revenue). He's implying that that's how the previous year's fire happened, the police incorrectly found no one to blame, and she'll do it again if they don't make her happy.

The cow's in half, the cow's in half Let's hear it for the cow in half! My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Get out of bed at all The morning sun goes up my window, and I can't see at all Even if I could it'll all be grey But your picture on the wall Reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad...

All those lines after "Let's hear it for the cow in half" are from the Eminem song Stan, which is a different song from Lose Yourself, the one he was doing at the beginning. It is funny that Adam Hills forgot what Eminem song he was singing and started doing the wrong one. But it's not shocking. Because here's a clip from 4 at the Fringe, a BBC Radio 4 show that was recorded at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival - this episode was recorded at the Fringe in 2003, with Adam Hills compering, and here is doing some of his material between a couple of the acts:

At the Fringe Festival in 2003, Adam Hills had a bit in which he sang some of the Eminem song Stan. I assume all the bits he did during his compering were taken from his larger set that year, which means he'd have been doing that nearly every night for a month, every time he performed. So it was in his head. When he was, I'm going to guess, drunk, and he was on stage and hearing Eminem, he just automatically started singing Stan because he'd been doing it all month.

Crowd surf the cow, people.

Once the cow is broken in half and being crowd surfed out of there, Daniel Kitson high fives Demetri Martin and David O'Doherty, turns around to high five John Oliver, then hugs Adam Hills, like a sports team that's just won a big game. Great work everyone, real strong teamwork out there, couldn't have done it without you all, okay, hit the showers.

It is, and this is only the slightest of exaggerations, the cutest shit I've ever seen.

This video is going to haunt me for the rest of my fucking life. It's keeping me awake at night. If I could ask any of those comedians one question, my brain would pass by all the interesting intellectual things I want to know about some of my favourite creators of valuable works of artistic merit in the world, would give up the chance to learn anything about any of that, just to ask, "Where did you get the fucking cow?"

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