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i couldn’t be more in love - steve harrington

a/n: hi! here’s a lil angsty steve one shot for y’all (unedited) this is my first time writing steve so please be gentle with me. requests are currently open. thanks for reading and as always all support and criticism is extremely appreciated! hope you enjoy, lots of love - florie <3

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve’s fears of not being good enough for you cause him to end your four year relationship and leave you heartbroken. even though he tries his best to move on and let you go, his undeniable need to protect you results with you in his bed at the end of a night out.

word count: 7.8k

warning(s): cursing, crying, drinking, mention of weed, parental pressure, throwing up, angst, mentions of insecurity about self worth, smut, no use of y/n, steve and reader are 19/20.

“Ignore it.” Robin said, pushing an overflowing red solo cup into your hand, lukewarm beer sloshing over the rim to drip down your arm.

You shot her a glare and huffed, “I’m trying to.”

She stepped in front of you, blocking your line of vision to who you had been staring daggers at in the corner of the room.

Steve Harrington. Your ex-boyfriend. Your twin flame. Your soulmate. The love of your life.

And her. His new fling.

They had been going at it for the past 5 minutes, they hadn’t even stopped to catch their breath.

You could remember when you and Steve were like that, attached at the hip, disgustingly affectionate.

You weren’t even sure when you had stopped being like that. All you knew was that three weeks ago he had sat you down, taken your hands in his own, eyes glossy, and said the words you had hoped you would never have to hear from his mouth.

“I think it’s time we go our separate ways.”

The second he said it you felt something inside of you drop, trickle all the way down to the tips of your toes and onto the floor, it’s absence leaving your whole body cold. When you and Steve started dating, a comfort that you had never been familiar with before found a home in you and put you at ease for the first time in your life. When you were with him your head and heart were so full of love that any familial or personal pressures that typically plagued you were forced out, there was no more room for them. Your parents overbearing wishes and your perpetual fear of failure were overpowered by his sheer admiration of you, it had always been said that you were destined for greatness in all your endeavors, but Steve never really wanted greatness, he only wanted you. Until he didn’t.

Now you watched them and fought to ignore the pain stabbing into your heart. While his hands roamed over her body you thought back to a better time, a sweeter time.

- - -

Steve slung his arm around your shoulders as you walked past a group of football players who were passing around a poorly made bong on the front porch. They shouted various greetings to your socially esteemed boyfriend who returned their welcome with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

You tilted your head to speak into his ear as you passed through the front door.

“Whose house is this again?”

“You remember Jimmy? I introduced you two at my house last week.”

“Right.” you remembered, one of Steve’s teammates from basketball. “And you’re sure it’s okay that I came, you know without an invitation?”

Steve’s lips twisted up into a lazy smirk and he couldn’t help himself from pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“You’re my plus one, baby. Course it’s okay.”

As you made your way through the party you tried not to feel intimidated by the amount of people flocking to your boyfriend, guys pulling him into half assed hugs, and girls pressing into him, their glossed lips wrapping around sultry hellos.

Steve didn’t seem to pay it any mind, he kept his arm wrapped tightly around your waist ushering you through the crowd until you had reached the drink table in the center of the kitchen. He lifted you up so you sat in front of him atop the counter and shuffled his way between your thighs.

“Whaddya drinking?” he crooned, smooth as always.

“Dunno.” you mumbled, lost in the way his eyes burned into you.

“You want something sweet, honey?” he teased, his hands finding a home just above your knees.

You nodded dumbly as his fingertips traveled up and dipped just under the hem of your skirt.

“Me too.” he agreed and laughed softly, motioning to his lips with the point of his finger. “Lay it on me.”

You pecked him once leaving your cheeks warm and he hummed contently against you before pulling away.

“Alright, now that we’ve got that sorted. How bout a shirley temple?”

He started pouring soda and grenadine into a cup of ice, dumping in two shots of vodka to finish it off while you watched, your feet lazily swinging from where they hung above the ground.

“Cherry on top?” he asked, pulling a jar of maraschino cherries from the door of the fridge.

“Please.” you replied, sticky sweet.

“Well fuck.” he scoffed, twisting the lid off. “I’d cut my right arm off if you asked like that, honey.”

- - -

You were slowly nursing your second drink of the night and had no desire for a third. In all honesty what you really wanted to do was walk home and hide in your bed but you knew that wouldn’t be happening, Robin wouldn’t allow it.

She had practically dragged you from your tear soaked sheets and forced you into the little red skirt and matching cropped angora sweater you had bought impulsively as a post breakup gift for yourself.

“You really need to get out.” she said while you begrudgingly swiped mascara through your lashes, just a few hours earlier.

“I’m not ready yet, Robs.” you complained, turning in your vanity chair to face her. “What if he’s there? What if he’s with that girl?”

“That girl” being Donna, a stunning hair stylist who worked at the salon across from Family Video. Robin had been keeping you filled in on their budding romance since it began, how she had come in one Tuesday and slid a gum wrapper scribbled with her number across the counter with her perfectly polished nails while Steve was helping her checkout. He had taken her out that weekend and they had been seeing each other casually since.

Robin threw a fashion magazine she was flipping through on your bed to the floor, “Who cares? You know I love you and I wouldn’t want to say anything to upset you while you’re-” she paused to grimace at the pile of soggy tissues covering your nightstand. “...fragile. But, obviously he’s moved on and it’s killing me to see you still stuck on him when you’re so clearly out of his league.”

You stared at her blankly, “I’m out of his league?”

“Duh! This is Steve Harrington we’re talking about, I once watched him have a 20 minute “lightsaber duel” with Henderson using a mop.”

You scrunched your nose trying to hide the fact that you found that incredibly endearing and not at all dorky before you responded, “Yet he’s the one who dumped me.”

She sighed in full dramatics flinging her head off the end of your bed so she was staring at you upside down, “Exactly! What kind of a dingus would do that?”

You frowned at yourself in the mirror before powdering your nose for the third time, “Someone who’s moving on to better things.”

“I call bullshit.” she declared. “How does it get better than you? Once you get yourself all pretty and a couple of drinks in your system you’ll forget who Steve Harrington even is.”

“Doubtful.” you retorted.

Robin came behind you, her expression pitiful as it reflected in your mirror. “But, would it kill you to try?” she asked hopefully.

You shrugged and swiped a cherry scented gloss across your lips, “It might.” you said honestly. “But, I guess I’ve got nothing left to lose.”

Robin beamed at you through the mirror and smacked a kiss to the top of your head before practically skipping to the other side of your bedroom.

“Well, then hurry.” she said, pulling her pin-covered denim jacket over her shoulders. “We leave in 10.”

Now that you were at the party, staring at the person you loved more than anything in the world with his tongue down another girl's throat, you realized you did have something to lose, the contents of your stomach.

You turned to Robin, who was beside you eyeing a girl who had come into Family Video last week in search of any Molly Ringwald movie she could get her hands on.

“I think I’m gonna yack.” you whispered.

“What?” she questioned. “You’ve hardly had anything to drink.”

“It’s not the alcohol making me queasy.” you replied, gesturing to Steve and Donna pressed against the wall opposite to you.

“I thought I told you to ignore him?” she said, still slightly distracted.

“Easier said than done.”

She took a moment to look at you, her best friend. It honestly hurt her to see you so down on yourself. All she wanted was for you to have a good time after weeks of sobbing in her arms and isolating yourself in your room. She looked around the room until her gaze fell upon a beefy blonde eyeing you from the beer pong table.

“You wanna play a game of pong?” she said, gesturing to the table.

“Not really.” you replied, your eyes unmoving from Steve’s back.

“Too bad.” she decided, tugging you behind her.

“Robinnn” you complained, following her.

When the two of you reached the table the blonde in question sauntered over to you, drinking you in with his stare.

“You girls up for a game?” he shouted over the music.

You shook your head timidly while Robin replied, “Absolutely.”

The boy pulled you into his side with an arm around your back and spoke into your ear, “You’re on my team, babe.”

You looked helplessly to Robin who only nodded and mouthed to you, “Go for it.”

“You got a partner?” he asked her. She looked around and shrugged.

You turned your focus to reorganizing the scattered cups on the table into a pyramid, your head shooting up when your new partner’s voice cut through the room.

“Harrington!” he called. “Come play, we need another person.”

Robin’s eyes widened as she tried to assess what the quickest escape for you would be.

But Steve was faster, approaching the table with Donna under his arm still unaware of your presence.

He saw Robin first, her face red and eyes locked on yours. Then he focused his attention on the man beside you who once again pulled you close and then spoke, “It’s you and her against me and this pretty thing.”

Then Steve saw you, your cheek mushed against the blonde douche’s shoulder, bottom lip wobbling as you suffocated in the unexpected eye contact.

Donna leaned in and whispered something in his ear that made his jaw clench and he shooed her back gently with the wave of his hand.

“Sorry, bud.” he said, eyes unmoving from yours. “Not interested.”

As quickly as he was there he was gone.

You were seconds away from crumpling to the ground when Robin pulled you from the man’s arms.

“Fuck,” she said, her hands on your shoulders. “I’m sorry, I had no idea he was coming over here.”

You shook your head, dismissing her apologies. “It’s not your fault, I just-” your voice cracked and you looked at her wordlessly. “He didn’t even acknowledge me.”

She frowned and pulled you into a hug, “He’s a massive idiot.”

“Are we still playing?” The blonde asked, dumbfounded.

“Sorry, but fuck off.” Robin replied, before walking towards the kitchen, arms still wrapped around you. “We’re taking shots. Lots of them.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

Robin pulled a bottle of vodka from the many assorted liquors lined up on the table in front of you.

“Y’know how they say the best way to get over someone is to get under them?” she asked, already pouring the shots.

You nodded weakly.

She shoved the tiny glass into your hand, “That’s a lie.” she declared. “The best way to get over someone is to get absolutely shit faced.”

You recalled Steve’s expression when he saw you, it was cold, not exactly unbothered but withdrawn. You recalled her hands on him, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, and her words affecting him.

You slung the glass back, the liquid bringing a welcome burn to the back of your throat. Then you took another. Then another. Then another.

Within the hour you were somewhat distracted from your heartache. You and Robin were squished together on a couch with Nancy and Jonathan, all giggling drunkenly in response to the story Jonathan was sharing of an encounter he had with an inebriated pizza delivery boy the week prior.

You had lost count of your drinks and your head was feeling increasingly heavy to hold up, making your neck ache. You didn’t really mind the pain, in fact you welcomed it, this pain was much easier to manage then the dull throbbing kind that had been tormenting your heart. Your head fell back against the cushion behind you and you felt as if the world was spinning off its axis beneath you. Your elbow dug into Robin’s side making her groan in annoyance. The lights in the room started to overwhelm you and a wave of nausea washed over you.

“Robin,” you mumbled, eyes squeezing shut.

“Hm?” she hummed in response, her head lolling to the side.

“M’gonna be sick.”

“Now?”

You swallowed thickly and shakily rose to your feet. “Right now.” you confirmed. You started pushing past people in pursuit of the bathroom, you could hear Robin behind you faintly.

“Coming,” she said. “Slow down, I'm right behind you.”

You ran up the stairs, as fast as you could in your current state, hands clawing the railing for balance. You stumbled through the hallway, checking behind you when you had reached what you hoped to be the bathroom door only to realize you had lost Robin along the way.

Your clammy hands turned around the knob and your body fell limp against the door as it swung open, fluorescent light invading your eyes. You dropped to your knees and shoved the door shut behind you, too nauseous to attempt locking it. Your hands shook as they gripped the toilet pushing up the seat before heaving roughly into the bowl.

Your eyes squinted shut as your head pounded, the music playing from downstairs was slightly shaking the foundation of the house and you were suddenly longing to be carried away and tucked into your bed.

You thought of Steve, not whoever it was you encountered downstairs. But your Steve, the one who would give you piggyback rides from the bar to where his car was parked blocks away when your feet hurt. The one who sat criss-cross applesauce on Nancy Wheeler’s bathroom floor with you in his lap, peppering your shoulders with kisses when you got too drunk last New Year’s Eve.

You brought the back of your hand to your mouth wiping roughly, your cheeks were wet with tears. You must’ve been sitting there for at least fifteen minutes, thoughts lingering on the past. When had you even started crying? You tore at the toilet paper roll beside you and balled up a sizable portion, you wiped at your eyes furiously, disregarding the mascara that was surely staining your face.

What a mess.

You shuddered at the thought of Steve seeing you like this, messy and broken and crumpled on the floor. You wondered what he would think, if he would feel sorry or just sorry for you.

As if the universe were playing some sort of cruel joke on you, while the thought floated around your head you heard the door unlatch and when you reluctantly followed the sound you saw him standing above you like some sort of awful miracle.

He looked shocked first, not expecting anyone to be in the room, but then the guilt washed over his face and you knew he had realized what he really walked into.

“Fuck, hon-.” he stuttered, his hands reaching out instinctively.

The half murmured term of endearment felt like a punch in the gut and you physically winced as he approached you.

His eyes filled with hurt at the way you reacted to his entrance, he used to scoop you up in his arms and quiet any of your pain with nothing but his presence and whispered words of comfort.

“Go,” you pleaded, your voice scratchy and raw.

“I can’t just leave you lik-” he sighed, and looked at you helplessly, as if saying what do you expect me to do. As if leaving you heartbroken and soiled on the bathroom tiles would be physically impossible for him, like he wasn’t the reason behind it.

“Are you okay?”

You sniffled and stared at the floor, “Please go.”

Steve squatted beside you and hesitantly reached out. He swallowed hard when you flinched under his touch as he pushed the hair out of your eyes, ensuring it was only mascara marring your pretty face and you weren’t physically harmed.

You refused to meet his eyes and when he tried to pull you off the ground, tugging gently on your hands, you shook your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you protested.

“Taking you home, c’mon.”

“No,” you argued. “Why would I do that? No, I’m- I’m here with Robin, she’s-”

“She’s passed out downstairs,” he interrupted. “You need to go home.”

“You’re drunk. I’m not-”

“I’m stone cold sober.” he informed, bringing his finger to his nose and then extending out as if he were doing a field test.

You finally locked eyes with him, and the unshed tears that sat brimming on your waterline seemed to drown him.

“I can’t, Steve.” you cried. “I can’t be in a car with you and…her.”

His shoulders fell a little and his expression softened ten fold.

“She’s not- I wouldn’t put you through that.” he said, as if it were obvious. “That’s why I’m not drinking,” he explained. “I already took her home, she’s babysitting her little brother tomorrow morning. She couldn’t stay late.”

You scoffed wetly, “How responsible of her.”

“Be nice.” he warned and you wanted to punch his perfect face.

“I’m not nice.” you slurred, under your breath.

“Bullshit,” he replied. “If someone hit you with their car you’d be the one to apologize.”

“Not anymore.”

“Don’t buy it.” he dismissed “Can you walk?”

“M’fine.” you clipped, rising to your feet while trying to ignore the feeling of the ground swaying under your feet and the pit of nausea still living in your stomach. “Gonna walk home.” you decided, pushing past him to get out of the tiny restroom.

He caught your forearm in the hallway, steadying your wobbly walk. “Yeah right. I’m taking you home. C’mon, I’m parked out front.”

You tried to tear yourself out of his grip, blaming the fluttery feeling in your stomach on your overindulgence.

“I don’t want your help. Okay?” you barked.

He ran his free hand through his hair and sighed, discouraged. “Look, I know you must hate me right now and I understand…” he paused and his expression remorseful. For a second you caught a glimpse of the man you loved, the man you still love. “Three weeks doesn’t erase four years. Please, let me take you home.”

Your will to fight him dwindled fast and you had to actively restrain yourself from embracing him and burying your face in his chest.

“Robin-” you started. “I can’t just leave her here.”

“I know.” He smiled sadly, still in complete awe of the way you cared for those lucky enough to be loved by you. “Go wait by the door, I’ll make sure she has a way home.”

“Thank you.” you mumbled.

“Of course.” He said, the second half of the sentence dying on his tongue. Anything for you.

You slowly made your way to the door and leaned against the wall, forcing air into your nose and out of your mouth in heavy puffs. You could feel your nerves buzzing beneath your skin at the prospect of being in a confined space with the person who dizzied you most in the world.

When Steve returned your eyes had drifted shut and your hands rested on your temples.

“Nancy and Jonathan are gonna give her a ride, they’re leaving in about an hour.” he informed. “You okay?”

You nodded slowly in response, “Thanks again.”

He hummed and opened the door for you, his hand instinctively finding its way to rest on your lower back and guide you out of the house.

When you got to his car he opened the passenger door, helping you in and leaning across you before you had a chance to shut it to secure your seat belt into place. Your whole body tensed when his fingers brushed against your hip and he muttered an apology.

He joined you in the car and switched on the radio before pulling away from the party in the direction of your house. Neither of you spoke as you exited the neighborhood so you laid your head against the window and watched the trees under the dim street lights as you passed by.

He turned a corner and you pressed your fingers into the leather seat beneath you to fight the unrest in your stomach that arose from the car’s motion.

“So, why’d you come back?” you asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Y’know after you dropped her off.”

Steve’s fingers tightened around the wheel and his eyes flicked to the side to see you looking at him timidly.

“I said I’d help clean after.” he lied, swallowing the truth with a forced gulp.

He couldn’t tell you the real reason behind his return, that he had been in agony imagining you at the party saddled up with some former jock, no one there to supervise your open drinks, or to ensure you had a safe way to get home.

“And now you’re driving me home.”

He realized leaving again before the party was over contradicted his lie and cleared his throat.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You felt the sadness that had been lingering in you all night slowly turn to anger.

“Of course I’m not.” you clipped, facing out the window again.

“Sorry,” he said. “That was probably a stupid thing to say considering…” he trailed off, biting his lip so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if he were to draw blood.

“Considering you dumped me and got a new girlfriend within a few weeks?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” His heart hurt at the idea that anyone but you could hold that title.

He turned into your neighborhood and you had never been more thankful to see your house in the distance, that is until you realized all the lights were still on. Your parents were still up. Fuck.

To anyone else this may not have been a big deal, you were legally an adult but that never seemed to matter to your parents who were as strict as nuns when it came to drinking.

Steve seemed to notice the lights as well because his car came to a stop a few meters before your driveway.

“Well shit.” he remarked

“I can’t go in.” you said. You knew you must’ve looked quite disheveled, most likely smelled of alcohol and while you felt much more sober since emptying your stomach you knew there would still be a sway in your walk and a slight slur to your voice.

“You can stay at mine tonight,” he offered.

You laughed in amusement and anger. “I don’t think so. I can go to Robin’s.”

“She’s staying at Nancy and Jonathan’s and they won’t even be there for another 45 minutes at least. You can sleep in the guest room.”

He put the car in drive again and started towards his place before you could argue anymore.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence, nothing but the quiet hum of the radio and the drum of Steve’s fingers on the steering wheel. When he pulled into his garage you got out before he had the chance to do anything annoying and chivalrous like open your door or help you exit the vehicle.

You stepped inside the house that may as well have been haunted, every nook and cranny linked to some fond memory you shared with your ex boyfriend. The kitchen where he had miserably failed at cooking you an anniversary dinner, the shower where he carded his fingers through your sud soaked hair, the bed where you had lost your virginity and he held you in his arms till the morning came. Every part of this house was woven into your love story and you felt suffocated within its walls.

He threw his keys onto the kitchen table and kicked his shoes into the corner as you stood frozen in front of him taking in your surroundings as if for the last time.

“You can shower if you want,” he offered. “There’s some towels in the guest bathroom.”

“Okay.” you replied coolly.

“Just stay there a sec, I’ll go grab you some clothes.”

Your eyes were glued to a slightly faded polaroid of the two of you stuck to the fridge with a Hawkins High Basketball magnet. The fridge was barren otherwise, Steve’s parents not the type to decorate with school pictures or family memorabilia. The photo had been taken the night Steve told you he loved you and the night you returned the sentiment. In the picture your cheeks were pressed together, spread taut with matching smiles. You had been so happy that night, quite opposite to how you were feeling now.

Steve startled you from your thoughts with a gentle hand on your shoulder, he followed your line of sight to the photo and spoke, “One of my favorites. You looked breathtak-”

“Steve,” you cut off coarsely. “Just stop it.”

“Sorry, I just…it doesn’t matter. Here,” he said, handing you a stack of folded clothes that you recognized as your own. “I didn’t think you’d wanna wear anything of mine and I remembered I had these in the back of my dresser.”

You accepted them with no word of thanks and tried to convince yourself that he was right, that you hadn’t wanted him to hand you a pair of boxers and one of his sweaters still lingering with his cologne.

Once you reached the bathroom you stripped yourself of your uncomfortable party attire and turned on the hot water. You stood under the sweltering stream and welcomed the burn, letting all the rage you felt for Steve bubble up and swarm your head for the entire duration of your shower.

When you finished you hastily pulled on your clothes, your skin was now scorched and your anger hot and irrational. You stormed towards his room and swung the door open with not so much as a knock. There he sat in the dark, only the moon providing any illumination. His body stretched across his bed on top of the covers, head tilted to the ceiling with nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants resting lowly on his hips.

“I hope you know,” you started, startling him with a finger pointed lethally in his direction. “I’m not going to go around thinking you’re some great guy just because you took pity and helped me tonight.”

Steve could only flick his eyes in your direction briefly, too emotionally exhausted from the night to even sit up. “That’s not why I did it.”

“Oh, of course not.” your voice dripped with sarcasm.”King Steve is just such a gentleman he couldn’t have it any other way. Don’t act like tonight was motivated by anything other than guilt.”

“Do you actually believe that?”

“You brought that beautiful girl and you just carried on with her like I wasn’t even there. Then when it broke me you just had to come along and pick up the pieces.”

“I’m tired.” he muttered, your name following the statement almost inaudibly. He was tired of fighting with you, tired of seeing the way your eyes burnt into him no longer with lust but something even stronger, hurt.

“You don’t think I’m tired? You don’t think I wouldn’t give anything to close my eyes and not see her hands all over you?”

“Fine, I regret it. I should’ve thrown away her number the second she gave it to me. I should’ve never brought her to the party. Is that what you want to hear?

“No!” you cried. “It’s you who shouldn’t have come to the party and you shouldn’t have come back after you left. You could’ve just let me have this one night, I needed it.”

“I don’t regret that. I had to go to the party, you know that.”

“I don’t see what that has to do with me.”

His eyes softened, “It has everything to do with you.”

Suddenly you saw the events of the night under a completely different lens.

- - -

Then Steve saw you, your cheek mushed against the blonde douche’s shoulder, bottom lip wobbling as you suffocated in the unexpected eye contact.

Donna leaned in and whispered something in his ear that made his jaw clench and he shooed her back gently with the wave of his hand.

“Sorry, bud.” he said, eyes unmoving from yours. “Not interested.”

“Looks like she moved on after all.” Donna had purred in his ear.

He looked at you cozied up to someone new and saw nothing but red. He had to get out of there fast.

“Why would I do that? No, I’m- I’m here with Robin, she’s-”

“She’s passed out downstairs,” he interrupted. “You need to go home.”

He searched the party desperately, only able to catch his breath when he saw Robin laid across the couch, mouth hung open, Nancy and Jonathan not far by. He forced through the crowd till he reached her and felt his heart rate skyrocket when you were nowhere to be seen. He shook her shoulder till she roused enough to open her eyes a sliver.

“Where is she?” he asked, voice urgent. “Where, Robin? Is she okay?”

Robin grumbled and rolled over but not before muttering two words, “Sick. Upstairs.”

“So, why’d you come back?” you asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Y’know after you dropped her off.”

“I said I’d help clean after.” he lied, swallowing the truth with a forced gulp.

“And now you’re driving me home.”

He had never once stayed after a party to clean, not even for his closest friends, and certainly not for some former football player he had interacted with maybe 4 times in his life who still found spitballs to be the height of comedy at the ripe age of 21.

- - -

“You were looking for me.” you realized.

Steve met your eyes and exhaled heavily, “Aren’t I always?”

You held eye contact and despite the dimness of the room he could see your chest heaving up and down with troubled breaths. You turned to leave and Steve fell back against his pillows, scrubbing his hand roughly against his face.

Just as you were about to cross the threshold into the hallway you spun on your heel and faced him again.

“Steve, I-I’m sorry okay? I don’t know why I can’t be civil with you. I feel like my whole life has been flipped upside down over the past few weeks. And I know I can’t blame you for falling out of love with me… I just can’t- I’m not ready to see you fully over us-” your voice cracked painfully in the back of your throat.

“Baby…” he sighed sadly, sitting up in his bed.

You felt tears spring to your eyes, bringing your hands to your face and then dropping them shakily. “I’m sorry.”

He looked at you sorrowfully as your body finally gave out, succumbing to the tears. Before you could stop yourself your legs carried you towards his bed, falling forward on top of him and wrapping yourself around his body.

“Please- I just, I need to-”

You couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence but Steve always had a knack for reading your mind and he knew exactly what you meant. You needed to feel him, to hold him again, breathe in his scent, run your fingertips over his skin. He knew because the feeling was all too familiar, he felt it before he shut his eyes every night, before the sun rose through his curtains in the morning, and every moment in between.

Wordlessly he closed his arms around you and your nose pressed into his bare collarbone. His hands traveled up, threading into your hair, cradling your head against him.

“Breathe,” he cooed. With his chin tucked into your neck you could feel the wet lick of his lips when he spoke.

“I’m not fully over us,” he admitted. “Not even close.” He laughed, humorlessly, nudging his nose under your ear, “You’re honestly doing my head in.”

You let your eyes fall shut, wanting to take in every bit of this moment, unsure if you would ever experience anything like it again.

“I really miss you.” you whispered into the diminutive space between you.

A pained noise slipped out from Steve at your confession. He wished you could see the bigger picture he had sketched up in his mind, how in a few years he would be a blip in your memory, a single dim star amongst the blinding constellation of your future accomplishments.

Steve may have been considered slightly ditzy around town but he had never been stupid, he knew you were too good for him, he always knew. From that very first kiss in his BMW four years ago when the two of you were only 16 he knew that the way you felt for him would be temporary. The admiration in your eyes would fade and the curtain would fall. He wasn’t King Steve like he had been in high school, he was just Steve, plain unpromising Steve.

You had always been gifted, you were going places, you had aspirations. The only aspirations Steve could ever remember having were in regards to you, taking care of you, loving you, putting a ring on your finger, making you his wife, and eventually building a family with you. A loving happy family, nothing like the kind he had grown up with.

He wanted the best for you, and as much as it fucking devastated him he wasn’t sure that meant him anymore.

But his resolve was growing thinner, wearing down with each exhale that passed your lips to tickle his skin.

“I miss you too, honey. So much.”

“But, Donna-”

“Isn’t looking for anything serious.” he finished for you. “She’s good company but she's not you. No one is.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I can’t explain it.”

“Why not?” you pleaded against him.

“It’s better this way. I promise, it will be.”

You nuzzled further into him, “How?” Your lips ghosted his clavicles and he trembled. “How could it be better than this?”

His leg slotted between your thighs, pressing you into him. You jumped at the feeling, a symphonic sigh exiting you against your will.

“Shit- sorry.”

You panted and shook your head. “No, don’t be. It’s good.”

He readjusted in an attempt to put some space between you, feeling himself getting sucked into your hazy arousal rapidly. You felt the familiar outline of his excitement against the side of your legs and he hissed.

“This would be real fuckin’ selfish of me.” he struggled to say while you chased his lips, yours already pouted in anticipation. He caught your face and held it in place in front of his own, searching for any lingering signs of intoxication, “You’ll never forgive me tomorrow.”

“I’m fine,” you said honestly. The shower and time passed had sobered you up fine.

“Doesn’t matter. You’ll hate me for leading you on.”

“Are you?”

Steve pondered your question and tried not to let his face show how unsure he was of the answer. Could he really stay away from you? Would either of you ever be able to fully move on from your paramount love?

You read him like a book and grazed his chest with the tips of your fingers, bringing him back to you.

“Even if you are, I couldn’t hate you.”

He swiped his thumb across your eyebrow and watched your eyelids flutter in response. “I hate myself for hurting you.”

You leaned forward until your noses bumped and spoke into his mouth, “Then make up for it.”

Finally, Steve closed the space between you with a hungry kiss. His lips were warm and chapped against yours, his teeth scraping against the suppleness of your bottom one to pull your mouth open and allow him to show you just how sorry he was.

For the first time in weeks you felt your lungs fill with no resistance and strain against your ribcage with a welcome sort of discomfort, like an overfilled balloon you were seconds away from popping and Steve knew it.

His hips rutted against yours and one of his hands slowly traveled down from the velvet of your cheek to palm roughly at your breast. The feeling made your breath catch in your throat, coaxing a high pitched squeak out of you and Steve smiled against your lips, his teeth knocking yours.

“Feels good?” he asked.

“Mhm.” you hummed as he turned his attention to your neck, nipping and kissing the dewy surface. “Always does. You always do.”

His responsive whimper is slightly muffled by your skin but you bathe in it.

“You too.” he reciprocated. “I won’t last long if you keep talking like that, you’ll knock my fucking lights out.”

“Sorry,” you said sweetly, leaving him bewildered at how you could be so sensual and so adorable at the same time.

You sat up, straddling him. Your hands traveled south to breach the barrier of his waistband and wrap your hand around him.

He sucked in a pained breath and tugged the shirt barring his view over your head. “M’hurtin, honey. Lemme feel you.” he pleaded.

You pulled the shorts you wore down your legs leaving you bare and Steve took in the sight as if for the first time.

His hands caressed your stomach, sliding downwards until they rested firmly on your hips which twitched in anticipation.

“Somehow I forgot how perfect you are.” he revealed, his words drenched in sincerity. “No one is this perfect,” he pinched your heated skin once and you whined. “You’re a fucking novelty.”

You stared down at him and wondered if he had ever really looked at himself in the mirror. You scraped your nails lightly down his chest, “You are.”

He coughed and denied it with the shake of his head, bringing one of your hands to his lips for a loving kiss. “I’m nothing compared to you, baby.”

Desperate to get on with it you raised yourself above him hovering whilst lining him up to you. Steve watched your face as you nudged his tip against your clit, your eyebrows pulled together and mouth falling into a gaping “O” shape.

You shimmied forward a little bit and slowly started to sink onto him, pausing as soon as the tip was in. You winced at the stretch and were reminded that it had been a while since you had taken him at all, let alone like this.

“You okay?” he asked, holding you firmly in place to be sure you didn’t slip any further before you were ready.

You nodded, but stayed still. “Hurts a lil s’all.”

Steve kicked himself when he realized he had done nothing to get you ready for him. “I’m sorry, honey. I should’ve prepped you a bit. Hop off a sec.”

“No,” you protested, letting yourself drop another inch or so. “I didn’t want you to. I jus’ want you inside.” you whined as you sunk all the way down, ignoring the burn in your stomach.

Steve cursed to the ceiling as you fluttered around him and he forced himself not to lift his hips and grind even further into you.

He clenched his teeth as he spoke, “Is it painful?”

“It’s perfect.” you answered in more of a sigh than anything else.

“Yeah?” he said, reaching forward to circle your clit with the gentle movement of his thumb.

When you moaned and rolled your hips forward he praised you in a rambled jumble of words.

“Fuck. Holy fuck, baby. You're so good, so so good for me. Shit. Warm and fucking tight. God, am I making you feel good? C’mon talk to me, lemme hear that pretty voice.”

You nodded, brain fading into a lust filled frenzy. “Feels unreal, Stevie.”

You tried to raise yourself with shaky legs but he stopped you with a firm grasp.

“Wha-”

“You think I’m gonna let you do any of the work tonight? It’s not happening, baby. I’m making it up to you, remember? Lemme make you feel good, hm?”

He lifted you with hardly any effort and then pulled you down again, the drag of him against your walls pulling a series of sweet moans from you.

Repeatedly, he bounced you against him, encouraging you with candied praises every time your face pinched in pleasure or you clenched around him, dizzying his head.

After a few blissful moments you felt a wave of pleasure rush to you like the tide to a shore and you panted out a warning.

“Stevie- I’m gonna,”

“You gonna cum for me, honey? C’mon give it to me. I’m right there with you, sweet girl.”

You shook and cried out as your release drowned you, sweeping Steve into the current right alongside you.

You collapsed forward in exhaustion and he held you against his sweat slick body, peppering gentle kisses across your forehead.

“You here w’me?” he whispered.

“Yes.” you replied, voice light. You pulled yourself off of him and tried not to think about the loss, tried not to think about what would happen now.

Rolling over next to him you shivered at the cold air on your bare skin and he wordlessly tucked you under his arm and rubbed his hands up and down on your arm, sparking a friction fueled warmth.

He watched you carefully unable to decipher the thoughts behind your head for what seemed like the first time ever.

“What’re you thinking about?”

You swallowed and tilted your head up to look at him. “What happens next.” you admitted.

He nodded in understanding. “What do you want to happen?”

“Steve.” you chided. “You know what I want.”

“Honey…”

“Do you love me?”

“Of course I do.” he said shocked.

“Then what’s exactly the issue with us being together?”

“It’s complicated. It’s not about me not loving you or not wanting to be with you.”

“Then what is it?” you demanded, sitting up and pulling your previously discarded shirt over your head.

He ran his hands through his sweat damp hair in exasperation. “We don’t make sense anymore,” he admitted.

You bit your lip to hide your hurt and spoke timidly, “Why not?”

“Our lives are gonna go down really different paths and I don’t want to be the douchebag high school sweetheart that holds you back from everything you’re capable of. I’m gonna end up here, working some mundane job, having a few kids and accomplishing nothing special. And that’s fine, I’m content with that but that’s not you.

You frowned at him.

“You’re meant for something bigger. Everyone knows it. I won’t give you some simple life when you deserve a grand one.”

You felt white hot anger seeping through your skin and pushed yourself off the bed bitterly. Without saying a word in response you started searching the room for your shorts, feet stomping with every step.

“What are you doing?” he asked, anxiety clear in his voice.

“I’m leaving.” you said.

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“I don’t care.” you hissed. “You really think you’re helping me by making decisions for me? Do I not get any say in what I want?”

“Of course you do, that’s what this is about. One day you’re gonna want more than I can offer you. I'm just trying to make it easier for you.”

“Wow,” you breathed. “You really have no idea what I want then.”

“So tell me.”

“Steve.” you said, shimmying your shorts back up your legs. “I want you. No ifs ands or buts. Have I not made that crystal clear the entire time we’ve been together?”

“You have but-”

“No, I’m not done. You’re right, I don’t want a simple life. I want to settle down here, in the town we fell in love. I want to marry you and have kids with you. I want to make dinner with you every night and after we eat I want to wash the dishes while you dry. I want to take your clothes out of the dryer and fold them while they’re still warm. I want to kiss you every night before I go to bed and roll over next to you every morning. I want us. A life where we end up together couldn’t be simple because it’s us together, and I love you so much more than any other possible outcome.”

He stared at you bewildered. “You do?”

“Yes! I’ve been in absolute hell these last few weeks over this?”

You approached him and took his hands in yours.

“Look,” you sighed. “I’m so sorry that people in your life have made you believe that you aren’t the talented, smart, capable and loving man that I know you are but none of them matter when it comes to our relationship. That’s just us, me and you. And I know,” you pressed a hand to your heart. “There’s no one in the world who could give me a better life, or love me better than you. I love you, Steve.”

He looked up at you, half sorrowfully half hopefully, “Does this mean we’re back together?”

“Do you want to be?”

“Of course I do. I’ve been miserable without you.” he replied.

“And who’s fault is that?” you laughed, the mood in the room beginning to mellow out into the typically comforting setting you were accustomed to when you were with Steve.

“I’m sorry I ended us and that I tried to make your choices for you.” he said. “I promise I won’t do it again. Oh, and I love you, like more than anything else in the world and I’m fucking devastated that I made you think I didn’t.”

“I love you too.” you echoed, melting into his arms once again not planning on letting go anytime soon.

He pressed his nose into your hair and smiled, lopsided. “I’ve got a lot of making up to do, y’know.”

“Good thing you have the rest of our lives.”

He tugged you onto the bed making you break into a fit of giggles as he pressed sloppy kisses over your entire face.

“I think I’ll start right now.”

#steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington blurb #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

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marwolaeth-76 · 5 months

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Hi (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡, Can you make a one shot of Veneer with a female reader, where the reader is also a singer (solo) but Veneer tries to get closer to her, in every possible way until at one point the attraction between the two of them is so noticeable that in interviews they begin to ask them about it, and in the end they start a relationship.

Hi!! thank you for your request and thank you for waiting, I hope you like it🩷 and I want to apologize for waiting request other people, I’m sick right now so I don’t have the strength to write😢

Veneer x !FemReader stars fell in love with each other

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You take a deep breath as you walk down the halls of build preparing for your interview. Ever since your debut single dropped, your life has been a whirlwind. Fans, photoshoots, awards shows - it's all so exciting but also overwhelming at times. As you near the stage, you spot a familiar face in the crowd. Veneer gives you a small grin. Your heart skips a beat, you've been growing closer to the star singer over the past few months. Between running into each other at events and bonding over the pressures of fame, you've found yourself developing feelings for him. The interview goes well until the host notices your lingering glances at Veneer. "Soo tell me - are you two there is something between you?" Kid Ritz ask slyly, crossing one leg over the other, raising an eyebrow questioningly. You it’s hard to hide your nervousness, a chill of embarrassment runs down your spine, you should have guessed that such embarrassing questions cannot be avoided, people love drama, especially between stars. Before you can stammer a response, Veneer speaks up. "We just care for each other", -he says with a warm smile in your direction. "But for now, we're just enjoying each other's company and support as we both navigate this new chapter in our lives and careers." - His tone is calm, he must have planned this answer, it’s not just that he’s sitting among the audience? although maybe it's just a coincidence. His words are reassuring yet leave the door open for something more. After the show, you share a private moment backstage. "Before you think I'm a heartless ladies' man", - Veneer began to speak in his usual mannered voice. "I..I meant what I said earlier" - Veneer says softly, taking your hand in his. "You know? I really like you, It was already difficult for me to keep it to myself. Everything is happening so fast, I can’t say that I’m unhappy with it" To say that you are in shock is not enough to say, no, of course you dreamed of this, but to really have Veneer feel the same feelings for you as you do? You stand there like a real fool, staring at the guy with wide eyes for almost a full minute before coming to your senses, catching the slightly embarrassed expression on the singer's face. You beam up at him. "Um!..I like you too? this is so awkward, I'm sorry, Don’t get me wrong, I’ve really kind of... fallen in love with you for a long time.." Leaning in, your lips stretched out in an embarrassed smile, Your heart conquers the normal rate of beats per second, you pull the guy in to kiss him on the cheek. "Ohh only on the cheek?" - Veneer asks with a note of mischief, the slight nervousness left his face, although you could swear that his hand you were holding was shaking slightly, he looking at you with his sparkling blue eyes. Looking away slightly to the side, you shake your head, raising your eyebrows and answer excited: "everything has its time)" While love brings challenges, you're glad to face them with Veneer by your side.

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uhhh i really wrote little, srr, bad health does not allow me to think of something normally 😤

#veneer x reader #trolls band together #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #trolls 3 #fluff #veneer trolls #velvet trolls

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runningthroughthegarden · 1 year

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red carpet debut

jack champion x actress!reader

word count: 605, short blurb!

summary: you and jack deciding to announce your relationship to the world.

you and jack have been dating in secret for the past couple of months. you two met while filming scream vi and were immediately inseparable, spending any free time with each other. you both agreed to lay low because you knew people would believe you were dating for publicity. after these few quiet months, you two felt it was time to go public. and what better time than the premiere of scream six.

getting the final touches of makeup on your skin, you could feel your nerves slowly building up. jack was over getting ready by himself so you couldn't really find a way to calm yourself down. after a couple of minutes you were finally being zipped into your dress. glancing in the mirror you felt beautiful. a voice snaps you out of your trance.

"hey ba-" jack yells out, entering your room.

getting a first glance at you, he stops in his tracks. jaw dropped, eyes wide, and awkwardly stammering.

"hey pretty boy, you okay?" you smile with a slight giggle.

"wow-you. its just- you look so incredible" he replies, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"you dont look too bad yourself" you say, placing your hands on his chest. he very quickly puts his lips onto yours.

"jack!! i just got my makeup done" you pull away as he leans into you.

"i don't care" he replies, taking your hand and spinning you around to get a full look. sneaking one more kiss causing you to laugh.

"okay love birds we gotta go" jenna laughs while exiting the room.

"are you ready?" jack asks grabbing your hands.

"yeah, lets do this" you sigh while giving jack a small smile.

as you began to get closer to the premiere you felt yourself growing more and more anxious. fiddling with your hands in your lap, jack takes notice and grabs your hand to hold it.

"hey it's going to be okay" he reassures, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"i know, im just nervous. what if all the teenage girls attack me" you reply while placing your head on his shoulder.

"i can deal with them it'll be okay" jack laughs leaning against you.

stepping out of the car was honestly a blur. you were immediately hit with flashing lights and screaming fans. looking around in slight fear, jack takes your hand into his. soon enough it was your turn to walk the carpet. as soon as your heels hit the ground photographers and interviewers were screaming your name. feeling your confidence slowly rise, you pose for the cameras. an uproar causes you to turn and see none other than your boyfriend arriving on the carpet. he takes a few solo shots before making his way to you.

"you ready?" he mouths so only you can see.

"as i'll ever be" you mouth back in response.

just a few seconds later jack reaches you, taking your hand into his. immediately everyone is asking questions.

"jack! y/n! are you two a thing??"

"are you guys dating?"

"when did you two become a couple?"

"is jack officially of the market??"

posing for a few more photos you feel as though a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders. playing into all the attention you were receiving jack places his hand on your lower back dipping you down. his hand finds his way to your leg, holding you as he places a kiss on your lips. the crowd goes even crazier.

"see, i told you say" he says grinning down at you.

"oh shut up" you giggle, connecting your lips once more.

a/n: my requests are open! :)

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #scream #scream vi #jenna ortega

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dumbcopyc4t · 4 months

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good girls go bad!

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everybody in this world has their thing, some like to draw, others like paint. eren jaeger liked to believe he had many things, things he thought to be normal that most if not all would find to put it lightly.. strange.

not to be blunt but if you asked anybody from the dimly lit house party what eren jeagers specific thing was they'd all tell you the same thing.

sex.

you wouldn't even have to sleep with the guy to know how good he was in bed, every girl that comes stumbling from a random room on wobbling legs was most definitely proof enough.

this was NOT your scene. you stood there stiff in the corner, red solo cup in hand, surrounded by your five girlfriends who simply wouldn't take no for an answer.

they knew you'd follow the rules, the rules that your father had put in place when he shipped you off halfway across the state.

the silver purity ring on your finger hit the cup to the rhythm of the music as you slightly bopped your head.

that very ring a tall brunette had his eyes on all night. the man had been watching you since his body hit the sticky leather of the wore down couch. when your eyes flicked across the room his would immediately drop down to his own ring clad fingers picking at the arm rest.

"come onnn (❤︎︎), just a few shots. you need to loosen up anyway!" your closest friend sasha drags you across the scene leaving the other group of girls to their own devices.

begrudgingly you trek behind her, pulling down that itty bitty denim skirt the girls forced you to purchase 'just in case'.

she spots connie leaning against the marble of the kitchen island all by himself. suddenly she's flinging herself into his arms seaming already drunk off of whatever pungent liquid was mixed up in her now forgotten solo cup.

"well if it isn't my favorite little munchkin," she squeals when he drops her back down. "my friend here is in dire need of whatever you could pour into a shot glass, stat!"

connie smiles at her opting not to say much knowing his words would be slurred. red eyes scan you quickly as if he was pondering what bitter beverage he could give you to loosen you up fast.

you stood close behind sasha watching connie line up six plastic shot cups before pouring a glass bottle of clear liquor (to the brim) of each cup. being the gentleman he was he opens the cooler by his foot pulling out two mini can of pinapple juice.

snatching a shot for himself he tosses it back with a grimace and a quick head shake then walks off giving you a look of good luck.

"two for me, three for you." she hands you the can and pulls you to stand by her. taking a deep breath through your nose you grab each shot one by one and then chase them with the juice. it's almost embarrassing how loud you gagged from the tingle in the back of your throat.

"good?" she laughs at your struggle and you shoot her a glare. "what do you think sash??"

you look back over your shoulder to see that your friend group had dispersed among themselves with fellow party goers, unsurprisingly. lucky for them you made everyone share locations before even coming here AND gave them the major stranger danger safety run down.

what's even more embarrassing is how within the span of five minutes you feel every nerve slip into a relaxed state, the crease of you brow is replaced with a content, one would say- happy expression.

the first sound of 'speaker knockerz- freak hoe' is played full blast and it's like a flash flood of nearly every girl in the party racing towards the ¿dance floor?. but not only were the girls rushing through, but the guys too. either trying to stop their girls from showing out or simply tryna catch what was being thrown.

you and sasha being part of the crowd followed not far behind. and wherever you went green hooded eyes followed in suit.

in most cases you weren't one to show you in private let alone in public, but before you left the comfort of your dormitory the girls showed you a step by step tutorial on basic "ass shaking."

good for you that you comprehension skills are a-1 because in no time you were throwing it all around the world, my god would you regret this in the morning. sasha being there was extremely handy in making sure your skirt didn't ride up to the point where nothing was left to the imagination.

and boy oh boy did eren have a good one. zoning out on you and that stupid silver band circling your ring finger. he suddenly snaps into reality when a man, a random, tries to catch what he claimed for the night.

eren is quicker, his stride longer. you feel him before you see him. his presence is great. big almost. his scent woodsy and minty with a linger smell of weed. intoxicating.

sasha give you a look once the song is over and made into something that can be danced to in a slow grind. you smile and wink she takes the hint and scurry off to find her baldheaded best friend.

the man behind you leans forward and your automatically enticed by the eyes. bright and green but low and lidded. your arms reach you around his neck and tangle in the hair on his nape, the weight of his bun resting there as well.

on the other hand(s) his are traveling down your side and to the opening of your blouse. you stop him, turning to face him only to be met with a broad chest. . looking up to see a man more striking the a god themself, he grins small and sexy. you look more beautiful up close, he can't help the lump twitching against his thigh in this black cargos.

he also can help but notice the way you scan his face all doe like, he lets you drink him in even with the heavy bass pumping throughout both your bodies.

finally you breathe out a simple "hi." shuttering cause you feel his eyes on your lips, then the drop lower to the star sign necklace sitting on your collar bone.

you move before him, grabbing him by the collar of his black tee. hell- it was just as shocking to you as it was him wondering where in the world you got all this confidence from.

"hey." he mutters against your lips before reciprocating the kiss. it's desperate on your end and controlled on his, like trying to pull an elephant with a rope. you whine into his mouth and he can't help but puff out a breath of laughter.

he pulls back and you can't help but chase him. "bathroom?" he looks you dead in your eyes already tipsy on just a taste of what this man can give you. you nod at a flashes pace when you feel the not so subtle pulse down below. and just like that the two of you are off, him shielding you from the sea of sweaty bodies. you pass sasha and connie once more making direct eye contact with her.

her jaw drops hard. she turns to connie who lifts his hand to close her mouth, who mumbles something about hot breath.

eren waste no time knowing exactly where the first floor washroom is. another man stumbles his way towards the door and earns a palm to the face and a rough shove by eren.

he locks the door quickly before the complaints start and shoves your lower back against the sink capturing you in another mind numbing kiss. the cold thin metal of your ring stings his skin when you cup his handsome face, and he groans deep and long. rutting his chub against your thigh.

he breaks first spinning you around so that you're facing the mirror. lips swollen, eyes glassy, and edges starting to lift, eren wants to devour you. eat you whole.

he leans into you pushing his weight on your back. wet open mouth kisses from the junction of your shoulder all the way up to your ear and he huffs out "eren."

lost in the sensation you hum at him choking back a moan when he reaches under that god forsaken skirt and he barely applies pressure to your panties. and yet here they are soak down.

"my name, eren. remember it." he muttered to you taking pleasure in watch you quiver like a leaf over a thumb. just as sudden as it came his hand was ripped away away. hiking up your skirt he pulls your panties down, and spreads.

"my god," he sighed. nothing in this world could prepare him for the sight that beholds him. sticky, wet folds make a slick noise as he thumbs through them. he watches you twitch and arch your back, in an instant he drops down to his knees.

"just nasty," he commented before dropping to his knees shoving his face in your cunt. his mouth automatically finds your clit and he sucks. that sharp nose of his nudging against your clenching hole. and then- he takes in a sharp breath through his nose eye scrolling to the back of his skull.

you've lost all support opting to rest your forehead on the mirror while eren sucks on you pussy like a starved man. it's so much, it's too much. he's sloppy with it, fluids dripping down from his mouth, to his chin, onto his shirt. all you can do is moan.

"ugh -god! eren! eren!" you sob, he slurps. its all so good.

"you're cumming? come on pretty, cum on my fucking tongue." he envelopes you whole and shoves his tongue in repeatedly over and over until you scream.

"shit - eren im fucking cumming!" and you do. hard. but he keeps going not wasting a drop of your release. gasping for some air, hunched over the sink, panties down by your knocking shaking knees, you feel it.

hard, long, heavy, and thick against your lower back you didn't even realize he had dropped his cargos and boxers just below his fat balls. 8 inches of man ready and waiting.

he see you lifting yourself up and he decides you had enough time to recover. his slides his tip an angry shade of red, through your sensitive folds and then pushes in slow.

quickly he grabs his base hard and squeezes. "shit-" he stills, taking a deep breath. "s'fucking tight." he comments rubbing on your swollen clit making you shudder. "loosen up dollface, let me in." his brows furrowed as he watches you biting into the fabric of your sleeve. your holding back and he knows in. he knows he's big, and he knows you can take it.

in one swift motion he bottoms out and you cry. cry so loud you could stop the party. his 'thrust' shallow but oh so deep, fat tip nudging right against your cervix.

"o-oh fuck FUCK!" you wail clenching on him hard as you orgasm. "atta girl, there she is." he grins big and bright. "feels good don't it? you love cummin' on me dontcha, princess?" he hisses, reeling his hips back and he pounds into you.

"s-shit, you're soo g-oodd!" you wailed to him, your tits bouncing out that stupid stuffy blouse. he wants to see more, to feel more. his fingers scoop you up by the neck. damp back pulled to his wet chest, and he squeezes. the feeling of his hand even resting on your throat was delicious - but this.

this was different. "e-erenn! jesus f-fucking christ! m'cummin, m'cummin!" you gasp out hand wrapping around his and choking you harder. his eyes widen green eyes nearly black and gives a wild smile at your fucked you expression. "you filthy little thing, you like being choked dont ya? what would yer daddy say if he found you his dollface little girl was slutting herself out for me ,hm?"

you feel it, right there in your gut, hot desire flooding from your pussy all onto the floor in streams of clear liquid. your cheeks are red from the lack of oxygen. his thrust get harder but you can feel eren tensing. another brutal thrust and he grunts deep and sexy. "fuck baby." he fucks himself through his high just using your sloppy cunt to his will. his grip on you throat is released and that has you doubling over gasping for sweet oxygen.

jeager relishes the feeling of your walls clamping on him till he decides enough is enough. he pulls out and in an instant thick, creamy globs of cum plop down onto your soaked down underwear.

leaning down once more he come face of face with your fucked out pussy and licks the mixture of bodily fluids. this makes you jolt and then he presses a delicate kiss to you clit. contradicting his actions he sents a hard smack to your ass cheek. eren groans taking a look at the mess you both made on the floor and yourselves. he just grabs and decorative towels hanging above the toilet, wiping himself off and then throwing it on the floor to soak up any liquid.

then he hands you a pitiful piece of tissue paper to clean yourself off. but before you start he's distracting you with kisses to out ear lobe, he grabs your hand and suddenly your finger is feeling .. lighter.

before you can confront him he slips back out into the world leaving you stranded and confused.

also with an empty finger. bummer, he didn't even catch your name..

#anime #pwp #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren smut #eren x black fem!reader #eren yeager

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kryptonitejelly · 1 year

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Hi lovely, it’s been a minute

Sending a request for Jakexreader one shot because I miss your writing!!

Hear me out;

College flyboy Jake x reader, lazy snuggled night in after leaving a party early

Bonus points if there’s snuggle and fluff or Jake falling asleep and being awoken and covering your body with his and getting all overprotective and growly at whoever walked in (//not me needing this in my lifeeee)

ok not really a one-shot but college!flyboy 🥹 my heart, and glad you are back 🍯 anon, i have missed you!

Jake notices the moment your social battery drops, sees out of the corner of his eye as you stifle a yawn before swiftly taking a sip out of the red solo cup in hand. He knows the cup which you have in hand is not a mix of vodka and coke which you would have everyone believe, but rather a cup full of pure, unlaced diet coke.

He isn’t standing beside you, but the moment he sees you stifle that yawn, Jake is picking his way across the few people between you both - because he is never that far away - and sliding onto the sofa. You feel the plush material beneath you dip as Jake sinks down beside you, effectively squeezing one of his teammates out and off the sofa as he does so.

“Fucking Seresin,” you hear the half mumble, half chuckle of the displaced teammate as he grudgingly accepts his fate - he knew better by now than to try to get between Jake and you.

“That wasn’t kind,” you state, eyes dancing in slight amusement as you find yourself looking into Jake’s face. He has dropped his own cup onto the short coffee table in front of you which is already littered with an assortment of stray chips, cups, and empty bottles. Jake’s arms are spread, one on the short side of the sofa and the other draped over the back of it, behind you. You instinctively, Jake notices but isn’t sure you do, scoot slightly closer towards him, effectively placing yourself directly in his space and within his wingspan.

“Want to get out of here?” He ignores your jab at him, choosing instead to ask his question.

“But we’ve only been here for an hour,” you say and Jake sees you glance down at your phone screen which you tap with a finger to brighten.

“Not a great party,” he says and shrugs, just as a chorus of loud thundering cheers rings out from the next room over the thump of the muted music which someone turns out louder along with the cheers.

“I think they would beg to differ,” you are now semi yelling to combat the increased volume of music. It makes you lean in further to Jake, and he mirrors your actions, not because he can’t hear you, but because he can.

“Boooring,” he responds before making a face that has you chuckling. Jake doesn’t give you another chance to respond, but chooses to act instead - plucking the cup out of your hand, plonking it on the table, before slipping his hand into yours and pulling you both towards a stand, “c’mon, let’s get out of here.”

You let Jake pull you out through the crowd, following, your body pressed close to his as he navigates you both out of the crowd amidst the thumps on his shoulder and greetings he gets along the way.

You both stumble out into the cool nights air, the shouts and thump of the music from the party now an somewhat muted echo behind you both.

“Bed and bad tv?” Jake volunteers as you let go off his hand once you are both out of the house. He glances down at the loss of your palm in his but doesn’t say anything, contenting himself with watching you instead as you shut your eyes for a brief few seconds, breathing deeply in, taking in the crisp fresh air.

“What did you have in mind?” You ask as you link and arm with Jake, both your feet beginning on the stroll back towards his fraternity. You had left your belongings there before walking over to the party with him, and it was no surprise where you would be bunking tonight.

“Gossip girl?”

“Hey,” Jake feels your palm hit his chest lightly and finds you mock glowering at him, “that is good tv.”

“Whatever you say princess,” he rolls his eyes, the curve of a smile on his lips.

“You’re falling asleep,” Jake mumbles, his eyes fixed on the screen - he hates to admit, but you turning him onto gossip girl - one of the best things ever. He doesn’t need to look to know you are falling asleep, he knows it from the weight of your head that has drooped onto his chest, the way he feelings your breathing slow from the way your body is moving, rising and falling slowly with each breath, from the way your body has subconsciously snuggled closer to his, in search for warmth.

“Mrhmf not,” your groggy, barely audible mumble is the response he receives and he smiles, eyes finally darting down to find you eyes closed, the weight of your head now fully resting on his chest.

“Sweet dreams princess,” he mutters softly; your lack of response tells him you are fast asleep.

Jake is almost at the end of the episode, watching as Blair runs, fully clothed in wedding gown and a tiara to a waiting car outside when he hears the door shift open.

“What,” he growls, voice deep as his arm that is looped around you, rising and falling with the rhythm of your breathing tightens. It makes you shift, and he tenses slightly, hoping it hasn’t woken you, relaxing only as you shift slightly, before your body continues on with the same breathing pattern.

“Sorry man,” the head of one of his fraternity members peeks in, identifies the curled up figure Jake has his arm protectively around before shooting an apologetic glance and backing our slowly, as he moves to shut the door slowly, and soundlessly before backing away the same way he came from. He shakes his head at the two other boys coming down the hallway.

“Not there?” One asks.

“With his girl,” the response comes and the boys “ah” in acknowledgment and understanding before turning to go back the way they came.

“With his girl,” the intruder responds to “Ahs” and nods of agreement from the other two before the three boys exchange knowing smiles and turn back in the directions from which they came from.

“With his girl,” the intruder explains and the other two nod in understanding.

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gyusprinc · 5 months

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the party & the after party | teaser ??

an: hello i’m user gyuprinc! i have decided i wanted to start a smau for beomgyu of txt,, im posting a teaser because i want to see how many of you would be interested! so heres a basic synopsis

content: fratboy txt, there will be alot of dirty jokes throughout the series, yunjin is a chronic emoji user, sorority girl y/n

warnings: unalive joke, yj tells reader to wear smth sexy, spelling mistakes are on purpose 🥳

fic under the cut.. | ch one out now

yeonjun being apart of a frat means all of you are invited to his little parties, and you were never one to enjoy these things. yes, you are apart of a sorority but that doesn’t mean you love to party. you only did it because yunjin begged you to sign up with her during your freshman year, and now you’re stuck in it.

you sat on the couch with a red solo cup full of a dr. pepper in your hand as you sipped on it slowly, god frat parties were disgusting even sitting on this couch grosses you out.. who knows what people have done on here. yeonjun was off with his other “brothers” is what they called each other probably looking for some girls to hit on, yunjin was getting herself a drink and just then minho sat next to you. he was about the only regular one in this friend group. “come on y/n live a little while you’re in college, i mean im sure you can have a little fun?” he spoke loudly into your ear, it was fine this music made him hard to understand even if he was screaming. “i just don’t get it, no cute guys ever come up to me and plus it smells in here with everyones sweaty bodies all together..” you shook your head, followed along by a deep sigh “well.. we can watch yeon’s little frat brothers play cup pong, come on girl we can’t sit here all night.” lee know got up from the couch and reached out for your hand

you got up reluctantly as you gripped on his hand to lift yourself up and walk through the crowd of people. the bottom of your jeans were practically ruined now; note to self never wear baggy jeans to one of these again. minho lead you through the crowd as you stopped in a slightly smaller group of people who were chanting different names, you rolled your eyes at the scene, pathetic people really. you looked at the white ping pong ball be tossed into a red solo cup full of some sort of beer or alcoholic drink, that was actually a very good shot.. your eyes moved to who threw it. dark long hair with blonde highlights, he had a beautiful face my god.. wait? is that..

OK LEMME KNOW IF U WANT A FULL SERIES!!

#beomgyu #kpop smau #txt #txt smau #beomgyu x reader #txt fic #sunwoo #yunjin #jaehyun #kpop fanfic #txt fanfic #tomorrow x together #txt soobin #txt huening kai #txt taehyun #txt yeonjun #txt imagines

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aliceksoo · 3 months

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IU "Love Wins All" MV analysis

Every once in a while one of my favourite artists releases something so good that gets me to the point of obsession, which means coming over here writing about all my thoughts.

And no one does that quite like IU (which is why she is my absolute favourite solo female artist, not in k-pop, just in Music).

Here's a short (LMAO, knowing me it will be super long) analysis of this MV!

The story begins with the two main characters in this story (interpreted by IU and V from BTS), running to escape from a flying box, the villain of this story set in a dystopic reality on the verge of apocalyptic doom.

The two characters run to hide inside a Mall, and from the first shots we can already notice few characteristics:

IU is mute, while V is blind from one eye.

the two are lovers.

Once they manage to hide from the flying cube, they get inside the Mall, where they notice a huge pile of clothes in the middle of it.

They keep exploring until they reach an old electronics shop, and they find an old camera: after trying it, they notice that while using that they can "imagine" an alternative reality, in which they both look healthy and clean.

A reality in which they can pretend to be happily in love, while enjoying moments in a world full of colors, which no longer exists...

...So they start to explore around the Mall while imagining their happy moments. They go through a restaurant, where everything is rotten and molded, but they sit at the table and look at each other through the camera, imagining how it would feel to share a meal together, taking solace in those simple moments of happiness, like having dessert together, wiping sugar from your lover's face, etc.

In this imagined reality they suddenly find themselves surrounded by people, but they all look anonymous, with black clothes and covered faces: this is because they do not matter, what counts in this shared fantasy is the happiness between the two main characters, the only focus they have is on each other and their love.

After playing around they run away from the crowd and find themselves in another shop, where they find wedding dresses. Full of love for each other they quickly change into those and play around, pretending to be a newly married couple celebrating their eternal love.

...But their reality is catching up, and in the middle of this happy fantasy, the cube finds them and forces them to resume their escape

While running away the two end up in front of an open gash in a wall, which shows to the viewer the bitter reality of the world in this story: these cubes are everywhere and are destroying the world.

The two keep running together and they end up in front of the huge pile of clothes, where they get cornered by that same cube.

The two stay together and try to fight it, but in front of the inevitable ending the two hold each other and face their destiny together.

We see from the dying camera on the floor that the two get taken by the cube to be vaporized, and after disappearing their wedding dresses fall on top of the existing pile of clothes.

There are many things I can discuss while reviewing this MV, but I want to focus on a few of them.

THE STORYTELLING - when it comes to the Art of Storytelling, setting up a whole world, characters, and narrative with a coherent arc NO ONE does it like IU and her team. This is not one isolated case, she made it a mission in her work to deliver intense stories, ever since her major successes after "Good Day" back in 2010 she slowly established her own sound and image while also experimenting with this focus on narration and "theatricality" that makes the viewer immersed in her stories. Go see: "Eight", "Celebrity", "Coin", "Above the Time", "Ending Scene", "The Red Shoes", "You&I", "Modern Times", "Good Day" and more to get a clear idea of this. You need talent, vision, hard work, effort, and creativity to constantly deliver this quality of work, and IU along with her team is just doing that.

THE ACTING - this ties in with the first point, but I'd say there is no great storytelling if the acting is mediocre. She is one of the most recognized Korean actresses in the industry AND internationally, and it is for a reason. Her acting is intense yet delicate, complex, and fragile, she always gives depth to her characters and develops their backstories to give us a 360° view of them, which makes them more relatable. No matter how involved you are in your work, and no matter how much money and effort your company and team put into it, in the end, if the artists do not make a personal effort to deliver their performative art to the viewer your work will never be 100% effective. IU goes all in each and every time. With her is always quality over quantity, and it shows. Shout out to V for delivering a solid performance: I could easily see parts of him in the "happy" scenes of the story! When he smiles his expressions always look genuine and innocent (if you are ARMY or even a casual BTS fan you will easily know what I'm talking about). He definitely improved a lot since his past experience in a K-Drama, and I can't wait to see more of him on screen once he gets back!

THE CUBE - this is the first important point I want to make in this analysis. Why the cube?! I am sure the jokes about the choice of using a flying cube as a villain are hundreds on the internet, but I haven't seen anyone pointing out a possible actual meaning, so here are two I personally thought of. - The cube immediately reminded me of bright screens: this might be an implied nod towards the online world, the media, and in general the hate that people (and idols especially) receive in the incessant scrutiny both professionally and personally, sometimes resulting in severe and dramatic consequences. If you are familiar with IU you know that her life has been exposed to the public since she was basically a child, and she is now where she is DESPITE all the criticism and invasions of privacy she had to face. You probably also know that she has lost more than one person very close to her, partially because of this online hate that people keep spreading, so it is not too wild to assume that she might have wanted to add that to the meaning of this work.

- ...But more than that, the meaning I personally picked up is more universal and relatable to EVERYONE watching this story. The cube, more than a cube, is a BOX. Which is a symbol for all those social constrictions, limits, labels, and expectations, that society forces on each and every one of us to "fit" inside a specific box. To blend in, to conform to specifics, to get in line and live your life within those metaphorical boxes, that determine whether your aspect, your personality, your career, your private life, etc. are all ENOUGH to the standards the society expects you to follow. It is not a random choice that the two main characters shown in the MV are both showing visible characteristics that make them "different" from the expected conformity. IU's character is deaf/mute (Not sure if it is both), and V's character is blind in one eye. They both have SOMETHING that makes them unable to conform and because of this, they will never be able to fit inside their specific boxes. Because of this, they cannot exist in this dystopic society, that starts to resemble our very reality more and more.

THE PILE OF CLOTHES - Tying the previous point regarding the cubes, I need to point out this last important element in the story. I am sure 99% of you already picked on the not-so-subtle nod to the "Spring Day" MV, which also shows a huge pile of clothes to represent the lives that were lost during the Sewol Ferry Tragedy that happened in 2014. This in turn is using the concept behind a work of Contemporary Visual Art by an artist called Christian Boltanski. With his work "Personnes", representing huge piles of clothes just like the ones shown in these two MVs, the artist talks about life, death, and memory.

He depicts the reality of groups of people that for several reasons (wars, poverty, etc...) have lost their lives. He urges the viewer to go beyond the random acknowledgment of this: he asks us to EMPATHISE, to actually understand that we are in front of the only symbol of lives that are no more. He demands our understanding by showing us something universal, like their clothes. We do not know their names, nationalities, aspects, or whether they were part of metaphorical boxes...

The same artists once said that used clothes, for him, are traces of lost identities, objects of a subject that is no more.

He leaves the clothes, forcing the viewer to focus on those details, to ask questions about those people, to imagine their stories.

He urges us to remember.

I think that the lyrics and the title itself are pretty explanatory of the intent of this song: IU wanted to deliver a powerful message of universal love, and she chose to do it through an MV that shows us how Love can shine bright even in the face of death and tragedy, and she did it in an original, dramatic, deeply moving way that leaves a deep impression on the viewer, perfectly on brand with her previous works.

She showed us that Love Wins All, and she reminded me yet again why she is my absolute favorite solo Korean singer.

#iu #lee jieun #kdrama #music video #bts #taehyung #love wins #love wins all #bangtan #kpop #kpop mv #music

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aristotlecoyote · 1 year

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Give Me A Spark

Pedro pascal/trans masc! Reader

Tw: Smoking, drinking, weed mention, panic attack

You met a man at a party. A wonderful man with a smile that lit up the entire room. A man who looked at you and made your heart jump.

You didn't know someone could do that. No one had ever made your heart fly with simple words. It had always been actions but this man did both.

It wasn't the best party. It wouldn't even reach your top 20 if you were pressed for it. But then Pedro showed up.

You knew his name before he introduced himself. Everyone cheered it when he walked in with a new keg and an ounce of weed. Even from your far off corner you could feel a magnet in your chest pulling toward him. If it wasn't for your friends, you probably would have gotten up to great him with the rest of the crowd. Instead, you friends pulled you back down on the couch and pushed a red solo shot cup into your hand. Your eyes never left the goofy man with the intoxicating smile bounce around the room.

Pedro didn't always stop to have a full conversation with every person. Most people he greeted as if he knew them and offered them a drink before moving to the next gaggle of eyes and hands. You noticed he gravitated toward to the kitchen every few feet but another person would pull him back into the meat of the party.

You stayed with your friends and watched. The spark of bravery to go up and introduce yourself quickly fading the more you saw Pedro lean into others' space. Mostly ladies but some guys got a special touch on the waist as the music went from ambient to blasting in your ears.

“Y/N!!!” Your friend slurred through her vodka soda. “This is our song!! You have to dance with me! Come on!!”

It was your song. The song that always got you on your feet any other party but as she dragged you to your feet, your chest grew tight. Your heart beat faster and faster. Was your binder too tight? Did you wear it for too long? Maybe this shirt wasn't the most flattering after all?

You were dragged into the thick of the dancing but you couldn't bring yourself to join. The sea of bodies around you ebbed and flowed with the beat. Constant movement and noise. Even the smell of all the people was overwhelming. A mix of body musk, perfume, and cologne. What did you smell like? Was everyone looking at you? It felt like everyone was looking at you when logically you knew everyone was busy dancing.

Out Out Out, Your brain screamed. You turned to your friend to find her gone. Instead you were face to face with the man you had been watching all night.

“Hey, Don't think we've been— Are you alright, man?” Pedro asked with that charming smile, those deep brown eyes that you had only seen as black dots across the room. A mustache that framed his smile. A patching beard that sort of reminded you of the one you were just starting to grow. He reached out to touch your shoulder with one of his large hands. Your chest grew tighter. You couldn't breathe.

In a moment of blind panic, you backed away. Covering your face and ducking down into the sea of people toward the safety of the outdoors. The Glass sliding doors were open to the humid summer night but it was a welcome coolness compared to all those people.

Your face felt hot. Your heart racing but you could breathe. Your eyes were pressed tightly closed as you just focused on breathing. Letting you mind go blank until your heart settled. You only opened your eyes open when you felt the sting of someone looking at you.

Turning to see who was watching you have a bit of a panic attack, you felt tears on your cheeks.

It was Pedro. Shit. This was the worst possible outcome. Your heart jumped back to a full 260 tempo. It hurt how fast it was beating. Like it was about to fly out of your chest and onto the floor.

But all he did was hold out a cigarette. One of his own between his lips as he offered it silently. You took it. You only smoked at parties so of course you took it. Holding it loosely in you lips as you waited for Pedro to pass you his lighter.

Pedro stepped into you personal space with a lighter in his hand. Held between the too of you, barely a foot apart, not including the 5 inches he had on you for height.

Flick Flick. Sparks. No light.

Flick flick. Sparks. No light.

“Damn. I was trying to be smooth and light that in one go. Not my night I guess” Pedro said, his voice low so only you could hear. A chuckle deep in his chest that you could almost feel in your own.

You laughed with him. Your heart still racing but it didn't hurt like it did before. It felt warm

Flick Flick Flick Flick. Spark Spark Spark. Flick Spark

“Looks like you need to work on getting it up, old man.”

“Yeah i do- Hey!!” He laughed right as the sparks took hold. A little flame between the two of you. “Now that was uncalled for. Maybe I shouldn't light this for you.” Pedro said as he lifted the lighter to the end of your cigarette.

You puff on it until it takes. Then as suavely as you could, took a long drag. Blowing the smoke off to the side. In one smooth motion, you noticed he put his lighter away but his cigarette was still perfectly unlit. Once yours was back between your lips, he tilted his head and leaned in to just the tips touched. Your cigarette lighting his.

You watched as he puffed until the light took. You watched his lips twitch, his jaw tighten. The muscles moving smoothly under the patch work beard that lined his jaw. He was even more beautiful up close then he was at a distance.

Pedro took a long drag and followed your example in blowing the smoke away. “As I was saying. I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Pedro”

“Y/N” you supply with a crack in your voice that made him blush right back at you.

“Pleasure to meet you. I was just calling you Handsome dude in the corner inside.”

#the vessel speaks #pedro pascal × male!reader #pedro pascal x reader #ftm #transmasc #real person fiction #im gay and you cant stop me #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal

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obetrolncocktails · 1 year

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Karma Sutra | Sam Kiszka X Reader | Part 2

Warnings: Alcohol use, mentions of drug use and drug related injury, mention of death and grief, grossly-sweet fluff. Minors DNI, this series will contain smut.

Work Count: 4.3K

A/N: This is a longer one, folks. As I was editing and making some changes, I realized how much I missed this fic and how much I love it. I hope you guys do as well.

Summary: Is he really as terrible as everyone says he is? The only way to find out is to dive right in. Hopefully you don't end up regretting it.

“What?” His eyes squinted and his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you. Nevermind, I spoke too soon. Sam bent closer to you, which suspended your breath immediately. You gulped.

“I said, how are you not deaf with all this noise?” He grinned, tracing his gaze from your eyes down to your lips and back up again. “Honey, I am in a band–this is nothing.” He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair, shaking his head left and right, dismissing your silly thought.

You made your way with him through the house, weaving through a sea of drunken students. Entering the kitchen, there was an endless assortment of cheap liquor, wine and beer. “Now or never. White or brown?” Sam gestured to the bottles. “Don’t mix them. You’ll end up on someone’s bathroom floor.”

“I can handle my liquor, but thank you,” you replied with an edge in your voice, but he didn’t seem to care. “White–I’ll do some tequila.” He nodded his head with enthusiasm, grinning as he poured two shots for you and himself.

“That’s my girl!” Coming around the kitchen island, he handed you a miniature solo cup. “Cheers!” You decided to inquire, trying your best to flirt.

“What’s the occasion?” You asked. He cocked an eye your way.

“Just to new adventures, and no hangovers.”

You smiled, tapping your cup against his and again on the countertop before emptying it. “Cheers!” He easily knocked back the shot without exaggerated expression. You paused and watched him. “Y/N,” He points loosely at your full cup. “You’re supposed to drink it–that’s how alcohol works.” Rolling your eyes with a cheeky grin, you fire back.

“Really? I had no idea!” You threw the shot back in an attempt to impress him. Your eyes watered and your throat burned, but you steeled yourself. You forced your face to remain neutral. “Wow, I am impressed–a woman who can take her liquor.” Sam took his plastic shot glass and aimed for the trash can at the other side of the island, but missed. “Shit–let me see yours.” handing out your empty cup, his fingers brushed against yours as he took it from you. This time, he made it directly in the can. Walking over, he bent and picked up the previous failed attempt, disposing of it as well.

“Ping pong?” You suddenly blurted, peering beyond the kitchen into the dining room which had been converted into a makeshift game room.

“Yeah–you play?” you nod.

“I do–well, I did. I kinda had an obsession with it freshman year of high school. My best friend had a pingpong table in her garage. We spent hours playing every day after school.” You turned to him with a shrug. “Let’s just say I’m a veteran.”

He placed his hands back in his pockets, leaning against the counter. “You couldn’t beat me, though. They call me The Master.” He bats his dark eyelashes in feigned innocence. You release a chuckle through your incredulity.

“Very creative, did your mom come up with that?” He grimaced at you before pushing himself off of the counter.

“Say what you want sweetheart, but I am cutthroat–and a pretty girl is no exception for a worthy opponent.” he lifted your chin with a curled pointer finger, beckoning your eyes to meet his. Your cheeks flamed, and every sinapse begged you to look away from him. Tilting your head back down with determination, you countered him.

“You’re on, Jackass.” Sam reached his hand out for you to take.

“Loser buys lunch.” Your heart fluttered. A date?

Shaking his hand, you simply answered with a nod, “lunch.”

The room was crowded with people, many of which were cheering on the players at the table. “Aye, Sam!” Christian came from around the table to embrace Sam.

“Hey man, what’s the score?” Sam absently reached up to stroke the stubble on his chin. You heard the repetitive din as ping pong balls and paddles collided, lulling you into dissociation as Sam and Christian conversed with one another.

“8-7, close game,” Christian answers. “They are so crossfaded, I am surprised they are upright, let alone playing fucking ping-pong.” They laughed, watching the game progress.

“You know Y/n, right?” Sam gestured to you and back at his friend. Christian smiled at you, tipping his head in greeting as if he were wearing a hat.

“Friends with Paige Gilbert, right?” He asked. You nodded kindly.

“Yeah, we were roommates for a few years before I decided to move off campus. She’s my best friend.” A quiet moment passed before Sam cut through the awkwardness. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he continued. “So, Y/n challenged me to a game of ping pong and I told her she has no chance of winning.” Christian nodded and shook his finger, pointing at sam.

“He is a fucking animal. He plays dirty–Good luck. Make sure he doesn’t cheat–he’s good at that.” Sam’s face went ashen for a moment but he covered it immediately, clearing his throat. “Alright man, I’ma head out. Gotta be up at six for work.” Christian glanced back at you, offering you both a salute before winking at Sam and leaving the room. What was that? Sam sensed your confusion, watching you and clearing his throat again. The room suddenly erupted in cheers, catching both of you off-guard.

“Fuck yeah!” Todd slammed his paddle on the table before jumping up and down, knocking into other partygoers.

“Better luck next time buddy,” Sam mentioned to Ben, the unfortunate loser of the evening. Ben offered half of a smile to him before throwing a wadded up twenty on the table. “Don’t spend it on blow–” he retorted at Todd, making a display while wiping at his nose before chuckling. “Like you wouldn’t join me if I did.” The pair parted ways, leaving the table open for another game.

“Well, Y/n, it’s been nice knowing you–prepare for annihilation. Red or blue?” Sam lifted both paddles at either side of his face for you to choose from.

“Blue, and you know these paddles don’t just work for hitting ping pong balls, right,” you said, grabbing the paddle and slicing it across your throat in the classic ‘throat slitting’ gesture, wearing a massive grin as you did so. You had to find a way to keep up with his cockiness somehow.

“Wow, Y/n, threatening physical violence–that’s really cruel.” The flirting tossed your insides like a game of squash. It made you feel desirable and sexy. “Alright, you two–first to ten wins the match. Heads or tails?” Ken asked Sam to start the game.

“Tails,” Sam answered. With a quick flip of the thumb, the coin spun through the air and landed, revealing the winning face.

“Tails. Opening serve goes to you, my man.” Ken Harding told Sam. He was the quarterback of the football team, who had been serving as referee for the night, albeit, a very bad one. Considering the lengths that players have gone to win tonight, you might as well have called him an emcee. Sam served the ball to you lightly, which you were appreciative of. You had no idea how the game was going to go–you hadn’t played in years. You smacked the ball back on his side, moving your body with the trajectory of the ball. With a deft flick of the wrist, he slammed the ball back to your side, bouncing it on the playing field. Before you could hit it back, it bounced behind the table, earning a deflated “Oh,” from the crowd surrounding the table. Your serve. Alright, Y/N, don’t fuck it up, you told yourself. With quick agility, you fired the ball to Sam’s side, making him work for the point. The ball rallied back and forth, hitting your paddles in quick succession. Ah, now I remember. You started taking risks with your play. Timing your paddle, you struck the ball forward across your boundary and into Sam’s side, forcing him to jump backward in order to hit it back. He missed and it sprang directly into the net.

“POINT!” Ken bellowed, throwing a signifying arm in your direction. You threw up a fake gun, blowing the smoke from the barrel.

“Very cute, I’ll give you that.” Sam spun his paddle in his hand, waiting for your serve.

“What can I say? it comes naturally.” Sam nodded in agreement, pointing the paddle at you.

“You trying to beat me at my own game? I’m the one with the God complex, love.” Shaking your head, you served the ball to him, catching him off guard. Impressing you, he caught the rhythm with a fast reflex, knocking it back to you, sending the ball rallying once more.

Just as you prepared to score again, a collective gasp echoed throughout the house causing you to fumble your next return. Heads turned towards the front end of the house as the music shut off, leaving your ears ringing.

“What’s happening?” You asked Sam, who looked just as equally confused. He came around the table, grasping your hand and squeezing.

“I have no idea, but don’t go anywhere. I will be right back, Y/n.” You nodded as you watched Sam wade through the crowd, finding the head of the frat.

“Damien–Damien, what’s happening?” Sam approached him through the crowd.

“Someone took too much acid, tried to jump into the pool from the roof, and fell on their head. Police and ambulances are on the way now.” Sam’s expression intensified, his eyes widening.

Thanking Damien quickly, he rushed back through the panicked mass of people to find you. Taking your hand without taking a moment to explain, he pulled you out of the room and through the house toward the entrance.

“Sam,” you attempted, but he made no attempt to stop or listen. “Sam! Where are we going? What is happening?” He stormed through the crowd, shouting, “Move!” He elbowed his way through the room, shoving people left and right as he dragged you along. Within a few moments, you both arrived on the diamond-shaped lawn outside. You rubbed at your sore wrist as he released his grip from you.

“What the fuck, Sam? What’s Happening?” He threw an anxious hand through his hair.

“Someone got hurt –they just jumped off of the roof and landed on the pavement. They tripped on acid. From this house.” Sam pointed to the earth below you. “It’s not safe here. The police are on their way as we speak.” You gulped and nodded, feeling your gut swell with adrenaline. “Did you drive?” You shook your head.

“I got an Uber–I can order anot–” He cut you off immediately. “No. Let me drive you home.” You attempted to protest.

“Really, Sam. It’s no big deal. I’ll get home safe.” You tried to fight the nagging feeling of wanting him to care for you, but you forced yourself to believe that it was all temporary, fleeting fun. A moment.

“Y/n. Please. Let me.” He took your hand with a glimpse of tenderness that you had never seen from him. You nodded reluctantly, squeezing his hand slightly. He offered a thin smile, bringing you close to him as you walked together.

The night is frigid and you both found your lips and teeth chattering against the cold wind. Finding his car quickly, he jogged around to open your door for you. You couldn’t help but laugh as you lowered yourself into the Tesla. “What’s so funny?” he asked, closing his door and starting the engine.

“Your nipples are probably hard as a rock and you still open my door for me?” He eyed you with a sly grin.

“Mama didn’t raise a complete asshole.”

“Sam ‘Cocky’ Kiszka. That’s your reputation.” He placed a hand behind your headrest as he peered behind you to back out of the tight space.

“A reputation doesn’t always accurately reflect someone’s character, Y/n. You should know that.” He emphasized the word ‘you,’ which almost seemed accusatory.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You snapped back at him, turning your body towards him as he drove.

He shrugged. “People think you’re quiet. Inexperienced. Sheltered. That you don’t have a personality.” His eyes found yours in short glances before turning his attention back to the road ahead. “But you’re fiery and opinionated. Strong. I like that.” Your cheeks flamed from feeling so exposed. The silence in the car became overwhelming as you realized that no music was playing.

Music was your comfort blanket; It was always there for you in times when you couldn’t find an avenue to express yourself. In many ways, there was unconditional love between yourself and music. It never demanded more from you than it gave, and you could find exactly what you needed from it without judgment or concern. “What are you thinking about?” Sam cut through the silence as he drove. You turned to him, debating on whether you should be honest.

“Music.” You said simply, meeting his gaze.

“What about? Did you wanna play something?” Shit. I am going to sound pathetic. “Oh, no, I was just thinking that the silence feels strange. I never drive without music playing.” He smiled over the steering wheel as he approached a red light.

“Katy Perry? Ariana Grande? Oooh, T-Swift?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully. “I would rather let you pour molten steel into my ears.” He flashed you a toothy grin.

“Ouch, sounds very painful.” He handed you his phone. “Let’s listen, then. Play something.” Suddenly, the hand of insecurity stole your smile. You didn’t share your music with others very often; you didn’t listen to popular music. You listened to what spoke to you, and you knew he’d have thoughts about it.

“Don’t judge,” You said as you scrolled through his Spotify account, typing in your information through the search bar, finding your go-to playlist. You pressed the shuffle button, landing on Sam Cooke’s “Bring It On Home to Me.” You considered skipping it, but it was one of your favorites, so you decided to listen anyway. Looking up, you saw Sam tapping the rhythm against the steering wheel, beginning the song.

“If you ever change your mind, about leavin’, leavin’ me behind, oh bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin’, bring it on home to me.” He sang the words quietly with a warm smile, glancing over to meet your gaze. “Sam Cooke- one of my all-time favorites. How did you know?” His eyes were kind, easing your worry.

“Growing up, my dad used to sing this song around the house on Saturday mornings when he would make breakfast for my family. It makes me feel closer to him.” You smiled in remembrance of him using a mop pole as a makeshift microphone, swinging back and forth as bacon popped and sizzled in the pan. “Dad, you’re going to burn the bacon!” You shouted between giggles, watching the personal show from the breakfast nook at the back of the kitchen. You suddenly ached for him, wishing for one more burnt piece of bacon and one more morning filled with his music. You noticed Sam’s expression intensifying, not sure what to say. “My dad passed away six years ago–sudden heart attack.” His expression softened as he reached over to grab your hand softly as he drove.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I had no idea.” You offered him a light smile, shaking your head.

“It’s okay–I don’t talk about it very often, so I listen to his music instead.” He nodded, reaching up to flip his hair back–a habit of his that was becoming somewhat comforting to you. You let the song play out softly, the sound of the highway lulling the moment somewhat.

“Can I show you something?” He asked, his glassy eyes meeting yours for an answer. The two of you had been driving aimlessly for a while, driving down the main strip of town away from school.

“Of course.” John Denver’s “Annie’s song” began to play softly. The melody that you knew so well always found its way back to you, comforting you.

“And Denver? Where have you been all of my life, Y/n?” Sam chuckled, swaying to the lilting melody. You chuckled as he asked.

“Listening to good music, I guess. I’m a rare individual–I’m different.” You spent time leaking sarcasm through your words. A grin too wide for your face spread, causing your cheeks to cramp.

Fuck-I could kiss her. She’s beautiful. Sam struggled to keep his eyes on the road, lost in his own thoughts. You couldn’t help but steal glances at his features, spending perhaps a bit too long admiring the softness of his lips. Street lamps sliced beams through the windshield in natural rhythm as he drove. You pressed your head against your window, feeling the chill prickle your skin with goosebumps. Your eyes began to loll closed as “Fire and Rain” by James Taylor started to play.

A few minutes later, you felt Sam’s hand softly nudging you awake. “Hey sleepy head, we’re here.” You straightened in your seat, finding yourself in a dark parking lot. There were many darkened shops, all closed for the evening.

“Sam, where are we?” He turned off the car’s ignition and turned to you in his seat.

“You’ll see. Come on.” He found his way back to your side, opening your door.

“You’re not gonna murder me and leave me in a dumpster somewhere, are you?” In truth, you were a little concerned; there was virtually no light in this parking lot.

“On the first night I really got to know you? Come on, I’d wait until at least the second date. I’m not a sleaze.” You snorted, stepping out of the car and shutting the door. He held out his hand for you to take. “You’re safe. I work here in exchange for practice time.” You had no idea what he was talking about, but you walked with him anyway, enjoying the way your fingers laced together so naturally. You made your way to one of the glass storefronts. You tried your best to look inside, but the darkness obscured what was behind the glass. Sam dropped his hand from yours to reach into his pocket for his keys. Unlocking the door, he held it open for you to enter, a collection of bells tinkling above your heads. His fingers drifted upward to the lightswitch on the wall to his left. It was obvious that he had memorized its placement because he didn't need to see it to find it. You squinted as the room blinded you with incandescent overhead lighting, revealing the contents of the store. Pianos. Dozens of them of all age, size and color.

Sam tilted his head down, eyes fixed on yours as you took in the sight. “Welcome to possibly my favorite place on Earth.” He paused for a long moment as you both scanned the room. “My boss lets me use this place to practice as a trade off for pulling extra hours during the week.” You nodded and took a few steps further into the room, its vastness spanning further and further. A vast record collection lined the walls, stacked within towering milk crates that seemed to wrap along every open space around the perimeter of the store. “When I need time away, I come here.” He pointed to a large mahogany Steinway & Sons piano that sat in the middle of the room. “This one is my favorite to play. Made in 1914.” The piano was remarkable; it was the centerpiece of the store, beckoning musicians of all kinds to play. You enjoyed the way Sam spoke about his art, and though you had never heard him play, you were fully invested.

“Sam, this place is amazing. How do you not live here?” His cheeks blushed slightly as he listened to you speak.

“You’d be surprised. I am here more often than I’m at home. I’m surprised there aren’t ass marks worn into that piano bench.” You grinned, and watched the same expression snake across his lips. He took your hand softly. “Come, let me see if I can pull something out of my ass.”

You took his lead, approaching the piano before taking a seat beside him. “I’m sure anything you play will sound better than anything I could. I could do a kick ass rendition of “Mary Had A little Lamb,” though. I’m not sure you’re ready for that type of humbling.” You couldn’t help but grin so large that your cheeks hurt. Sam placed his hand on your thigh, leaning into you.

“You could play anything for me and I’d still tell you that it was the best thing I had ever heard.” His smile melted you like you had sworn it wouldn’t, cracking at the guarded exterior that you wore so well. “Anyway, here’s a little something that I am working on.” You placed your hands in your lap, preparing to listen.

Sam took a moment to close his eyes, centering himself upon the keys. He began to play, fingers flying gracefully across the keys. He was so focused and diligent that you couldn’t help but feel hypnotized by his expression; he was lost within the music, possibly even forgetting that you were sitting next to him. The piano was his true lover; he treated each note with respect and dignity, caressing each key with care and importance. His eyebrows rose and lowered with the swell of the music, carrying him into the thin boundary between simply sitting at the piano beside you and hovering somewhere else, a place that transcended time, worry or circumstance. For reasons you couldn’t understand, a lump sprung in your throat and your eyes began to burn with overwhelming emotion. Get it together, what is wrong with you?

You had decided. You wanted him to see you in that same way; to desire you, to want you the way he wanted music. You wanted him. His eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth opened slightly. His features pulled taut, his expression almost akin to an orgasm, which sent flames lapping upon your neck and cheeks. You averted your gaze, the embarrassment of your inner thoughts becoming far too loud for only you to be able to hear. His innate passion filled you with desire, clouding the simplicity of the moment; he was just playing a song. That’s all.

Eventually, he opened his eyes softly, finishing the melody with a delicate flourish. Bringing his gaze to you, he could see the stupefied expression plastered on your face. He brought his hands back to his lap, letting the silence linger in the room. “Um, that was something I guess.” He brought a hand up to fluff his hair, a mannerism you had become familiar with. Your eyes trained on the plushness of your lips, struggling to meet his gaze. You were silent for a moment.

“That was…so special, Sam. Really, Thank you.” He nodded, smiling. “Y/n, when are you going to call me Sammy?” You paused, caught off guard by the question.

“Well, you haven’t really given me a reason to.” You shrugged casually as you responded, noticing as the smile on his face fell into something more contemplative and nervous.

His glassy eyes traced the blush of your lips, biting at the corners of his mouth before bringing his gaze back up to meet your eyes once again. The desire for each other was palpable, there were no words to speak. In the silence, only one question lingered; one that could only be answered by his touch. You were drawn together, wordlessly answering the inevitable question. In a collision of frenzied senses, his lips skimmed yours with ponderous reluctance, a surprise to you. You nodded slightly in consent and dissolved into his kiss, your thoughts silently scattering the word “yes” over and over. Parting your lips, you let him wash over you completely. He tasted of tobacco and tequila; his hot breath swirled upon your skin, consuming you with desire. The roughness of his beard rubbed against your chin and cheeks, destined to leave proof of his touch. He brought you closer, his fingers guiding your chin up to his, beckoning for you to pursue him. Your heads curved in a languid dance, searching and finding each other each time. You unfurled yourself within the kiss, releasing all reluctance within the security of his embrace. Leaning further into him, you laced your arms around his neck, grabbing at his dark waves.

He reciprocated without hesitance, pulling you into him. His hands made their way to your face, thumbs caressing the softness of your cheeks. The silence of the room transformed into the sound of swarming bees inside your head, obscuring your senses, leaving you only able to process the feeling of his touch, and the overwhelming sexual instinct blooming in your core. He seemed to search for something within your kiss; a place to inhabit, a secret to know, a promise for more. He parted from the kiss, leaving you feeling stunned and breathless. Bringing his forehead to rest against yours, still so close in the embrace, he whispered with a simple smile, “Hi, my name is Sammy. Nice to meet you.” He traced a thumb against the softness of your smile.

“Well, Sammy. You’re a very good kisser.” Bending to kiss you once more, he sealed the moment.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

End of Part 2.

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A Day Full Of Emotions (Also the first time Jay sees Becca dance) || Jay Halstead x Healstead Sister || Healstead Sister one shot

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

Summary: There is a big art festival happening in Chicago and Becca will dance a solo for the first time in front of people. Jay has to work as a cop and can't be with her all the time as he wished. A bomb explodes in the event and everything becomes a mess. Bomb references to Season 5, episode 2.

Becca is Halstead sister. Remember she's a theatre girl. I might write something short about Hailey and Kim trying to do Becca's hair, because that's cute.

The song Becca is dancing is In- A-Gadda-Da-Vida by Iron Butterfly, but only the part of the drums. Minute 6:29, for a better reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCkHanF4v1w

It was finally Saturday and the weather was perfect to be outside. It seemed like luck was on Becca's side, but she wasn't feeling very happy. In fact, she was feeling sick, nauseated. She laid on bed staring at the ceiling, until someone knocked at the door.

-"Morning, kiddo!" It was Jay. -"I'm sorry to wake you, but it's getting late and I need to get ready to work, so...".

Becca used to sleep in Jay's room whenever she stayed at his place. He always preferred to sleep in the couch, so she could be confortable in a proper bed.

-"Oh, yes. I'm sorry. It didn't crossed my mind". She said while standing up.

-"Don't worry. I'll just grab some clothes and get dressed in the bathroom. You can get ready in here...in fact, why are you still in bed? I have to drop you at your teacher's house on my way to the bullpen".

-"Yeah, about that...". Becca said scratching her eye. -"I don't think I'm going...".

-"What do you mean you are not going?" Jay didn't even let her finish the sentence. -"You've waiting for this day to come".

-"I'm not feeling so good. I have a stomachache and it feels like I'll throw up".

Jay instinctively touched her forehead to feel if she was irritated or had temperature, but everything felt normal. He immediatly knew what was goinng on.

There was a big art carnival happening in Chicago that day and Becca was going to participate in a dance group that would be moving around the park performing in different spots Mobile Dance, they called it. Her teacher gave her a solo and she was ready to do it, but it would be her very first time performing in front of an audience and the idea suddenly freaked her out.

-"You're good. You are just nervous". Jay said smiling.

About an hour later, Jay was helping Becca to put her backpacks inside of the truck, getting ready to leave. She was unusually quiet, but he didn't want to force any conversation.

-"Is Will coming?" Becca asked in the co-pilot seat.

-"I don't think so". Jay sighed. -"He has a shift at the hospital". Jay lied to Becca, not knowing if that last statement was true. He was mad at his brother for always puting their sister aside. He was also tired of lying for him, but he did it to protect Becca's feelings.

There was no reaction from Becca. The silence among them took over again.

-"I'm so sorry I can't go with you through all the stations. Since it is a huge event for the city, Platt asked us to be there patrolling. There's never enough cops for these things".

-"For the millionth time, Jay: don't worry, It's ok. I understand for real".

-"It's just that I don't feel confortable changing plans with you like this". -He continued with guilt.

-"Well, it's not like you won't see me, anyway...".

-"No. I'll be there in the third stop you make, that's the part of the park I'll patrol. I have my event map with the exact place and hour. I'll be in the spot a few minutes after you arrive to make sure to be in the front when people start to gather around".

-"And you won't get in trouble for that?"

-"I asked Platt, she agreed...in fact, she got a bit excited, don't be surprised if you find her among the crowd too". That made Becca blush in embarrassment. She hadn't tought there would be so many known people around. -"I'll be in my uniform, just rememeber that if you look for me".

That made Becca giggle, she always thought her brother looked funny on his police uniform.

-"All right, Bec. We're here". -Jay said while parking the truck. -"Is there any other of your friends coming here before the show?". He tried to ask casually. He didn't like the idea of leaving his little sister alone with someone he barely knew, even though it was her teacher. Anyway, he didn't have any other option, he had to go to work.

Above all, he didn't have the hability to do her artistic make up, nor to comb her hair as it was instructed: to braids up, one on each side. They should stick back to the head forming a circle. The idea was that they looked like horns. He tried, but failed miserably. Kim and Hailey wanted to help and gave it a try but ended up cursing whoever had the idea of that hair style. That's when Becca talked to her teacher and she proposed Jay to take care of her. She knew about Becca's family situation and was genuinely glad to help that little joyful kid.

-"No". Becca answered her brother's question. -"They all are going with their moms". That last piece of information was unnecesary, but she couldn't help it. She had certain grudge inside her chest, though she probably wasn't aware of it. Jay knew better and remained silent, thoughtful.

-"Hey! I will be there!". There was no more he could say.

-"I know". She smiled. That made Becca get out of her own mind.

The carnival was already full of people when Becca and her teacher arrived. They gathered with the dance group a few minutes before it was time to start. She looked around and found Kim among the cops, they waved hello when their eyes met. Burgess immediatly send a text to Jay: I just saw her, everything's ok. She looks fine . As the overprotective brother he was, Jay had his own security plan and the team was helping him to keep on eye on his sister.

As the hour drew near, Jay started to feel a mixure of excitement and nervousness. Involuntarily, he started to approach the place his sister would dance.

-"Isn't a little bit early?" Hailey asked following him.

-"Yeah. I don't know, I guess I don't want to miss it".

-"And you need to make sure she sees you". She guessed.

-"She needs to know someone is here with her, for her".

-"Well, she has a whole elite squad looking after her around the park and waiting to see her perform. She's not precisely alone...but I know what you mean. You are a good brother, she's very lucky to have you".

Jay just stared at Hailey, not knowing how to react or what to say, since he wasn't good dealing with these kind of feelings. The distant voice of a woman caught their attention before the moment became unconfortable. It came from a microphone afar: "...Come, everyone. Follow us to the mobile dance...". She was carrying a speaker.

-"It's them". Jay said looking at the horizon, searching for his sister among the heads of the group that was approaching them. He was nervous and couldn't hide it.

"...We are a dance group created by several institutions, dedicated to spread this art to every corner..."

-"There!" Hailey said pointing at Becca when she found her. -"So that's how the hair was supposed to look, uh". She laughed.

Becca was wearing a black leotard and black tights, nothing more. Her ballerina shoes were color red. She looked relaxed, but Jay didn't buy it, he knew how good she was to hide her feelings and emotions.

A lot of people began to gather while the woman with the microphone invited them to the show. Becca was moving her head from one place to another, eyes wide opened: "He said he would be here!", she said to her teacher. And he was right in front of her, on the other side of the circle that was now formed around the pallet where the dancers would perform. When their eyes met she greeted him effusively.

There was a ballet performance first, something classic with four teen ballerinas; then there was a tap number, a cheerful piece. All of the girls were presented as part of Becca's school, but Jay wasn't really paying attention to any of them, he just applauded by inertia at the end of each song. His anxiety for Becca grew after each number and Hailey noticed, thinking that was a cute gesture coming from a man like him.

-"Now..." -The woman on the microphone spoke. It was time for the third number. -"...presenting a choreography by Martha Bennett...".

-"That's Becca's teacher". Jay tensed up, touching Hailey's shoulder.

-"...Becca Halstead".

Jay's applause was considerably louder than everyone else's while the girl got into position. The music started to play, it was a psychedelic mix with drumbs. She was moving with very precise and abrupt movements, very mesmerizing.

-"Wow!" Hailey expressed. -"I've never seen her like this. She's usually so tiny, cute and shy".

-"I didn't...knew she could do this". Jay answered without taking his eyes off his sister. Many feelings began to form inside of him.

-"She's a whole different person".

When she finished, the public applauded in a normal way. It was Jay and Hailey who did it most effusively, even shouting with excitement. Becca turned to them a little bit embarrased and gave them a forced smile.

"Thank you for staying with us, this is Mobile Dance..." They announced through the microphone when all of the numbers were over. "...Please tag us if you post our dances online...".

As soon as she could, Becca ran to her brother's arms and he hugged her tight, lifting her a little bit.

-"You killed it!" Hailey said to the little girl.

-"Thanks...I actually messed up in like a lot of parts...".

-"Don't be so hard on you! You did great!" Her teacher yelled from a few steps far.

-"I think you were perfect. I'm actually very...impressed". Jay said with pride.

-"You are?"

-"I'm really proud of you". Becca smiled with teary eyes at her brother's statement.

-"Hey! Why don't we take a picture of you two?" Hailey proposed with her cellphone in hand. -"Seems like a day to remember".

Jay and Becca posed to the camera, both showing a bright smile.

-"You should take one with us too". Becca invited her brother's partner.

-"Uh--". She hesitated looking at Jay, who nodded in agreement. -"Sure".

-"There you go!". The lady who helped them take the photo said. -"Sush a beautiful family".

-"I-- should go back to our spot". Hailey said before running away.

At the same time, the dance group was ready to move to the next station. Becca's teacher called her to go.

-"I'll see you later, ok? I'll take you to dinner, whatever you want". He said as Becca was walking to her group. Jay's heart started to beat very fast as he saw his sister depart. -"Be careful, all right?".

The girl just answered with a thumb up. One of the moms in the group noticed the scene and addressed Jay: "Don't worry, Detective. She's not alone. We are taking good care of her!"

At the other side of the festival, Burgess, Atwater and Ruzek were walking the place.

-"So where am I getting these pastries for the boss?" Kim asked with a laugh.

-"Uh, Voight likes Ferrara's". Kevin answered. -"I personally think that Scafuri's better".

-"Is that what you think?"

-"Of course".

-"Ferrara's it is". She concluded.

-"Ferrara's it is". Adam repeated.

Kevin got apart from the group for a few seconds and noticed something strange: a van parking in a closed alley. His instincts told him that something was wrong.

-"Hey, we got a dark van with no plates, 5 o'clock". He said in the radio.

-"All right". Adam answered the call. -"That alley was supposed to be closed to traffic".

Two man got out of the van and started o walk way fom the place.

-"Hey, yo, genteman!" Kevin yelled trying to stop them, but they started to run. The officer ran after them.

-"Kim, you seeing this?" Adam asked.

-"Go! Go!" She said as they reached the van. There was smoke coming from the inside, as soon as they looked out they knew it was a bomb.

-"Son of a bitch! Clear this area and go". Adam ordered. -"I got Kev!".

-"50-21 Eddie. 10-1, 10-1. Roll us a bomb squad. We've a van with a possible explosive device.

Jay and Hailey listened to the call on their radios as an explosion sounded in the distance, alarming averyone around.

-"Shit!". Jay said. -"Let's clear the area".

-"Move! Move! Everybody get out!". Hailey started yelling.

-"Sergeant?" Jay talked to his radio as he was moving people with his free arm. -"My sister was heading to the North part of the park, do you have eyes on her? I need to know if she's ok".

-"Negative" -Platt answered. There was a lot of noise in her background. -"Don't worry, Halstead, I will find her".

As soon as she ended the conversation, she started to look around for the girl, but everything was a mess. People was running around in all directions, it was hard to see their faces. At that point, most of the 21st knew who Becca was, so it was easy for Platt to order some of the cops to be aware in case she crossed their ways.

Minutes later, one of them called on the radio "Sergeant, we found the girl". The crowd had already thinned, as most of the civilians had been evacuated, so it was easy for Platt to find them.

-"Thank God!" She exclaimed when she saw the little Halstead sitting under a tree.

-"We found her on the floor. She's a bit hurt, but nothing to worry about. She must have fallen while running, some people stepped on her". The cop informed. -"She wasn't alone, she was with her teacher. It was hard to convince the lady to go".

-"All right". Platt sighed. -"I'll take care of this now. Thank you, guys!"

-"Becca, it's Trudy. Do you remember me? Your brother sent me to find you. Are you feeling all right? I heard you were a bit hurt".

-"I feel a little bit dizzy, but I'm ok".

-"I think we should go to the hospital to check you, just to make sure everything is really ok".

-"No, I---Where's Jay?"

-Your brother is working right now. They got a heavy case and he needs to be there with the team. He's very worried about you, and I promised him I would find you and take care of you. So, would you let me take you to The Med? I will be right to your side all the time, I promise".

The next thing Becca knew was that she woke up in a different place. She was lying down in a sofa, facing the wall. As her eyes began to slowly open, she heard a distant conversation: "The doctor was worried for the hits in the head, but she said there is no damage, appart from some bruises and scratches she's completely fine. She asked me to call your father to know if he was home, and also to let him know she was fine. She didn't want him to pick her up, tough. She waited for you."

She turned around when she heard a door open and some foot steps approaching. Thet's when she noticed she wasn't wearing her dance clothes anymore. Instead, she was wearing a gray sweater with the CPD logo printed on the front. That's when she realized she was in the bullpen, the coffee room to be precisely, it looked so different at night with the lights off.

-"Hey there, sleepy beauty". Jay said crouching down to her level. -"I was told you were waiting for me. Sorry for the delay".

-"What time is it?" Becca asked standing up.

-"Hey, hey, hey, slow down. You hit your head, you gotta take it easy. How are you feeling?".

-"I'm fine, I'm just sleepy and tired. Sergent Platt took me to the hospital, The Med. Guess what: Will wasn't there". She said simply, while stretching her arms. Jay stared at his sister with sorrow.

-"Come on. I'll take you home, you need to rest properly". He stood up, but the girl didn't follow him. She just stared at the floor, immersed in her toughts.

-"Bec...".

-"Yeah, sure. I'm coming".

It was strange for Becca to see the building that empty. There was not a soul in the reception, except for Trudy, who was already leaving, and Hailey who was waiting for Jay to give her a ride.

-"Look at you, girl. Rocking the CPD sweater". Hailey said hugging her with one arm as they walked to the exit.

-"Can I keep it?"

-"Of course you can, sweetheart. It suits you well". Platt said with a smile.

-"I can't thank you enough for today, Trudy. Really, thanks for taking care of her".

-"Don't worry. It was my pleassure, Jay".

Jay was at the wheel driving unusually slow, Hailey was his co-pilot. Becca was in the back seat, her head agains the window. The road was dead silent. It could be because it was late and everyone was tired, but Jay knew her sister was holding something, that she wanted to say it but didn't know how to.

-"It was a day full of emotions, uh?" Hailey threw the question into the air. She was also feeling the tension between the siblings.

-"Yes it was". Becca answered with a dry tone.

Hailey turned to look at Jay, as he looked at his sister through the mirror.

-"Ok, Bec. Talk to me, what's on your mind?" He asked tenderly, not caring about his partener's presence.

-"He was there, Jay". Becca spit it out.

-"Who?" He was very intrigued.

-"Dad". She answered after a few seconds of silence.

-"Where?"

-"In the park. Dad was in the festival. He saw me dancing, Jay". Becca frowned. She had to wipe away a few tears before they rolled down her cheeks. She didn't want them to see her cry about it.

Without noticing, Jay started to drive even slower, his mind going in circles. Hailey passed her hand to the back part of the truck to touch Becca's knee in a reassuring gesture.

-"Here we are". Jay sighed as he parked the truck in the usual spot, away from the house. -"Hey, today's plans were ruined, but we can have luch tomorrow". He turned to his sister. -"You choose what you want. We can also have a movie day if you wan to".

-"I like that". She smiled. -"Can I stay with you tomorrow?".

-"Sure. Just make sure you grab your uniform. For now, let's go, you shouldn't be out of bed. I'll walk you to the porch". When he got out of the car, he turned to the co-pilot seat: "Sorry for the waiting. It won't take long, Hails".

They were in the middle of the street when the door of the house suddenly opened. Both of the siblings freezed, their dad was there, standing in the door frame. Jay felt a heat inside of him that didn't let him move, he only reacted when Becca touched his hand.

-"It's ok. I can carry my bags". She said as she took them carefully from her brother. -"You don't have to say or explain anything. I know".

Becca hugged her brother goodbye: "See you tomorrow. Don't forget!". And she walked to the entrance, nervously.

Unwittingly, Jay was giving small steps back, until he made sure that the little girl crossed the fence and he turned back straight to the truck. Hailey saw everything, and even when she was not so sure of what was going on, she felt sympathy with his partner.

The two detectives stared to the front, watching how Becca was received by her dad. She stopped in front of him, they were having a small conversation. Jay was in a defensive position, ready to act if he needed to. Unexpectedly, they witnessed how Mr. Halstead hugged his daughter for a fragment of sencond. From the distance, Jay could tell Becca was crying. He was also submerged in a sea of feelings.

-"A day full of emotions indeed, wasn't it?" Hailey broke the silence when the door of the house closed. She had a very strong impulse of hugging him, as if she knew he needed that kind of containment.

-"Yes is was". Jay answered swallowing his tears.

-"Want a beer and talk/not talk about it?" She offered.

-"Yeah. That would be helpful".

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Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x Reader

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Summary: The reader and her best friend make the mistake of going to a Halloween party with her ex-boyfriend. Given her friend’s traumatic experience a year ago, things get out of hand rather quickly.

Notes: This is just something kinda fluffy and silly (with a little angst, I mean it’s me we’re talking about) for one of my favorite horror characters. For some reason, the Scream movies have become oddly comforting for me. Probably because of Dewey.

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The party was supposed to be fun. You should have known better.

Chuck had a tendency of being a douche, especially when it involved beer and Halloween costumes. Even more so when it involved Dewey.

Still, you only had yourself to blame. You’re the one that invited Dewey to a Halloween party a year after… well everything.

“Deputy Dork!” Chuck exclaimed through his creepy Hannibal Lecter mask. He roughly smacked him on the back as if he was still on the football team. Dewey laughed through his wince, but you could tell how much that hurt.

“Chuck,” You hissed.

“Oh right,” Chuck laughed, “my bad, man. I forgot.”

He definitely had not forgotten.

You rolled your eyes. “Why don’t you go get me a drink?” You gave him a deadly glare before he could protest and he shuffled off into the crowd. You turned to Dewey, putting a hand on his arm. “Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” He gave you a small smile. “It’s just a little sore sometimes.”

“He’s such a jerk.” Taking his hand, you lead him across the room, shoving your way through the sea of sexy nurses and half naked firefighters. Nobody really had the decency to move for the guy with the limp. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought you were at a party full of high schoolers. Then again, Chuck never really did grow up, so why should any of his friends? “I really didn’t think there would be this many people.”

“That’s okay. It gives me a chance to get out of the station, you know?” He laughed nervously. You found a spot on the couch that wasn’t too crowded and motioned for him to sit.

“Can I get you anything? Beer, soda, water?”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

An awkward silence fell between the two of you. God, this was such a bad idea. Why did I think he’d want to come to a Halloween party? We aren’t 16 anymore.

“So, you and Chuck…” Dewey started, but his voice trailed off like he was still thinking of a way to word the question.

“He thinks he has a shot of getting me back, but I’m really just here because we work together.” You sighed with a shrug.

“You guys broke up?” His eyes widened.

You snorted. “Are you surprised?” Dewey just blinked back at you. “Come on, Dewey, do you really think I could’ve stayed with a guy like that? I’m surprised we were together for as long as we were.”

“I was surprised you were together at all.” He muttered, his smile turning sheepish.

You looked down at your lap and started to regret your costume choice. A generic witch outfit you’d picked up at the store. You only really grabbed it so you would blend in with everyone else.

You thought about the costumes you used to wear as kids. One Halloween, you and Dewey went as Princess Leia and Han Solo from Star Wars. Even his little sister made fun of the two of you, but neither of you cared.

Oh god. Tatum. Thinking of her was like a punch to the gut. You couldn’t imagine how he felt.

And I’m the genius that brought him to an event just like the one she was brutally murdered at.

“Maybe we should just get out of here.” You said, standing up. A guy in a football uniform drunkenly stumbled into you and you lost your footing, falling right back onto the couch and into Dewey’s lap. He stared at you for a second with an expression of mild panic.

“Um, yeah, sure. Sounds good.” He squeaked. He helped you get back on your feet and you helped him off the couch. A scream made both of you jump.

“Somebody help! I think he’s dead!”

Your stomach dropped and your limbs went rigid with panic, but it was nothing compared to the terror on Dewey’s face. You could see everything come rushing back in his eyes. He swallowed hard and tried his best to hide the fear in his expression.

He rushed towards the commotion in the kitchen. You followed, but got stuck behind a pair of ‘naught nurses.’

Sure enough, laying on the kitchen floor was one of Chuck’s buddies with a pool of blood beneath him.

“Oh my god,” you gasped. This couldn’t be happening. Those kids from last year were dead. It couldn’t be happening again… could it?

“Everybody get back!” Dewey called out. There was a shaking in his voice.

You finally got through the crowd of partygoers, but stayed back like he said.

“Is he…?” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

Not that you had the chance. As Dewey stood up, the cabinet door creaked open and a cloaked figure stepped out.

No.

The look of horror on your face made Dewey freeze. Slowly, he turned around and-

“Who’s ready to finish the job, deputy?”

Dewey’s gut wrenching scream almost hid the lack of a voice changer.

“Chuck?”

The whole room erupted in laughter. Everybody except the man in front of you. He was still locked in place, face contorted with fear and arms spread out to protect you.

Chuck took off the mask. “Oh come on. Lighten up, Y/N. We’re just having a little fun, right Deputy Dork?”

You didn’t give Dewey a chance to respond. You shoved the people surrounding you out of the way and lunged. You got a few good hits in too, before Dewey pulled you off of Chuck.

“What the fuck?” Chuck wailed, nursing the bleeding scratch you’d left on his cheek.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You screamed. Dewey was pulling you away, but you kept reaching for the bastard. “You think this is some kind of joke? Do you have any idea how sick this is?”

“Relax, baby, it’s not like you were there.”

“You think this is about me?”

The anger growing in his eyes made everything clear.

You scoffed. “Did you seriously think this party would make me want you back? That this-” you held up the mask you’d ripped out of his hands, “would make me ever want to be with you again?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t take a joke on behalf of your new boyfriend,” Chuck seethed. “I mean, come on, Y/N, the guy came toe-to-toe with a couple of highschoolers and lost.”

You jumped at him again, but Dewey held you back.

“Y/N, just stop,” Dewey pleaded, turning you around to face him. “I don’t need you to fight for me.”

While the trembling in his voice made you want to tear Chuck to pieces, the look in his eyes begged you not to.

You took a deep breath and took his hand. “Let’s just get out of here.”

Dewey nodded and mustered a small smile as if to tell you he was okay. The crowd parted around you, probably because you looked like you were ready to kill someone. You just reached the closest exit when you heard Chuck yelling.

“At least I would have stopped it!”

Now, Dewey was the one who stopped.

Chuck emerged from the sea of costumes with a stupid, angry look on his face.

“I would have figured out Stu was a freak before he even had the chance to pick up that knife. But you didn’t, did you Dewey?” He smirked. “Everybody’s talking about how Sydney fucked Loomis, but we all seem to forget about Stu’s girlfriend.”

“Chuck, don’t,” you spat. Dewey kept his grip on your hand so you couldn’t go around him.

“But then again, it’s kinda hard to keep track of all of Tatum’s flings, isn’t it, Dewey? Who could blame you for not realizing that your sister had her tongue down a killer’s throat?”

Dewey’s shoulders tensed. He spoke through his teeth.

“Come on, let’s go.” He turned back to you and you started to open the door to the garage.

“I wouldn’t go out that way, Y/N,” Chuck sneered. “I hear garage doors can be pretty dangerous when you’re a loser-fucking-whore.”

You watched Dewey’s face change from anguish to rage. Before you realized what was happening, his fist was colliding with Chuck’s nose. Chuck collapsed back into his now not-dead buddy.

You both just stood there in shock- especially Dewey. He kept looking down at his fist like he didn’t know what just happened.

“You little shit!” Chuck screamed. “I’m gonna kill you!”

“Come on.” You took hold of Dewey’s arm and pulled him through the door.

He winced and another bought of apologies fell from your lips. You tried to press the ice gently on his knuckles.

“It’s okay,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “I mean, leave it to me to mess up my good hand, right?” He laughed. God, even now, he was trying to make you feel better.

“That was quite the punch,” you said. You remembered the shock and fury on Chuck’s face with a fondness you wouldn’t soon forget.

“I could say the same for you.” He took the ice and held it to his hand, finally adjusting to the soreness. “I’ve never seen you so angry.”

You scowled. Your fingers picked at the splintering wood of your porch steps as you tried not to look at his sweet expression and puppy-dog eyes. “What kind of sicko does something like that? After everything that happened to you and to…” You shook your head. “Hell, if you hadn’t been there I could have killed that fucker.”

“Hey, I meant what I said back there,” he started with a sigh. “I don’t want you getting stuck in the middle of things. We aren’t fighting off lunch money thieves or schoolyard bullies anymore. I’m a man now. I can handle myself.” His tone held a determination that you couldn't help but admire. All he wanted was to be taken seriously. “Besides, I don’t want you getting into trouble for my sake.”

You stood up, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Stop being so nice to me, Dewey. This is all my fault. I knew that party was a bad idea, I knew Chuck would be an asshole, and I should have known he would do something like this. But bringing up Tatum is a new low.”

Dewey flinched. He didn’t talk about Tatum. Ever. Even with you. Just saying her name felt wrong on your tongue.

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the cry escaping your throat. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop the tears from choking you.

“I-I’m so sor-sorry Dewey,” you could barely get the words out.

“Oh, Y/N, no, no, no, please.” He got to his feet as quickly as he could and moved so he was directly in front of you. “Please don’t cry. I’m okay, really. I promise. Chuck may be a jerk, but I had fun with you.”

“Right, sure, right up until they turned the worst thing to ever happen to you into one big joke,” you sniffed.

“I don’t care about that. I just want to be with you.”

You wiped your eyes. “W-what?”

His hand reached for your cheek and wiped away a stray tear. He was shaking, he was so nervous.

“I just always want to be by your side. Ever since we were kids, I couldn’t imagine myself going through life with anyone else. And after everything that’s happened, everything that’s changed… I think I know that more now than ever.”

“Dwight, I-” you didn’t know what to say. Dewey had been your best friend since you were kids. You’d bottled up so many feelings throughout the years for the sake of that friendship, finding out he shared those feelings was almost too much for you to handle.

So you didn’t say anything. You just put your arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss. At first he just seemed shocked, but after a moment he kissed you back.

Holy shit, when did Dewey become a good kisser?

You stayed like that for so long you almost forgot that the two of you needed to breathe at some point. When you finally pulled apart, you had the biggest grin on your face and he still looked like he was trying to process what happened.

“Hey Y/N,” he started, out of breath.

“Yeah?”

“You want to go catch a movie or something?”

You nodded, still grinning, and held out your hand. “As long as it isn’t scary.”

He smiled and brought your hand up to his lips before lacing his fingers with yours. You started down the path, but Dewey stopped suddenly. His expression turned into something you couldn’t quite place. An odd mix of grief and acceptance and content.

“What is it?”

He cleared his throat. “I was just thinking…” His eyes lifted to the sky, as if looking for something among the stars. “I was thinking about what Tatum would say if she saw us. You know, together.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. “What’s that?”

Dewey looked back down at you and smiled. “Finally.”

You brought him in for another kiss, all of those years of keeping it a secret finally resolved. With your head on his shoulder and his hand holding yours, you continued the walk to the theater to watch anything but a horror movie.

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imperatour year zero masterpost

so here's a comprehensive overview of the cuntiest live performance in the ghost repertoire.

this isn't actually my favorite ghost song. or my most played ghost song. or the ghost song i consider the best. or even my favorite ghost song to see live. but it is, as mentioned above, the cuntiest.

in total, year zero was performed 128 times across imperatour (2022-2023). based on my count, wikipedia incorrectly lists 129 total imperatour shows. of those 128 performances, only 126 are theoretically available for viewing (the two kia forum shows being unavailable for viewing at the time of this post). of those 126, i've been unable to find footage for four (in part one of this post, anyway).

for performances with multiple recordings, i picked either the highest quality recording or, in exceptional cases, a lower quality recording that captured a moment i considered to be essential viewing. in the cases of multiple equally good recordings, i picked those that centered copia over those that centered ghouls.

commentary on the performances is usually reserved for notes about what makes the footage unique. this can mean quality, angles, or any deviations from copia's "standard" year zero choreography. by standard choreography, i mean the following timed moves and gestures:

stands still for the first round of demon chants, starts walking to center stage when the second round starts, moving hand to the beat. slowly walks to front of stage for first verse, holds hand up and counts up to five for "count down together," then holds up devil horns. conducts crowd for chorus, turns back when lights go out and third round of demon chants starts. walks among guitar ghouls. steps quickly (swooshes) toward house left on second verse, sweeps hand across on "presence of the wraith." returns to center stage and steps forward on chorus. pauses for guitar solo, gradually heads toward black guitar ghoul, makes various hand gestures. steps quickly (swooshes) toward center for the bridge. at center stage while walking forward, slides hand down microphone for "victim to fall for temptations." preening motion for "a daughter," either hand on hip or flex arm for "a son." pretends finger is dick for "ancient serpent deceiver," moves finger in circular motion and points up for "above the stars of god." remains center/front for chorus while conducting audience. holds final "zero" with head back, black guitar ghoul jumps in front. releases note, looks annoyed, swooshes off to house left around the drum set. end.

below the cut is part one of the recordings i selected, plus links. this post was the first time i found out tumblr has a link limit, so it goes up to around the middle of the us leg of re-imperatour. the remaining performances will be in a reblog.

if you have any year zero footage for the following, please let me know:

nampa 2022, west valley city 2022, rennes 2023, esch-sur-alzette 2023.

reno: the official start of imperatour! back when year zero was preceded by the first minute or so of helvetesfönster. notable for its novelty as the first performance with the cornette fit, and for missing two "bits" that are staples of imperatour year zero: there's no "ancient serpent deceiver" dick joke and the black guitar ghoul doesn't jump in front of copia for the end solo.

seattle: this performance includes the "ancient serpent deceiver" gag, but still no black guitar ghoul jump.

nampa: missing footage

portland: one of the more intensely flailing ancient serpent deceiver moments.

west valley city: missing footage

denver: notable for having a fairly unique footage angle that allows for a couple of clear full-body shots that aren't skewed upward.

lincoln: the footage is very solid here. black guitar ghoul does jump in front of copia now, but the bit where copia pretends to be annoyed about this isn't yet in effect.

minneapolis: notable for copia starting to be a bit more diva-ish/irritated during the first guitar solo.

columbus: very good footage, questionable audio with one guy going very hard constantly.

hershey: excellent footage. outstanding for those who want to overanalyze cunty gestures.

newark: just partial footage here, unfortunately, but this does kick off the bit where copia looks annoyed at black guitar ghoul for jumping up for the final solo.

worcester: outstanding little spin at the beginning. anyone interested in multi-angle closeups of the cornette itself should watch this.

camden: the first of two camden imperatour performances. this one is probably one of the most well-known "good recordings" of imperatour's year zero, and with good reason. a must watch!

pittsburgh: shaky footage.

toledo: far away, but fairly crisp footage that makes copia look a bit like a penguin in a skirt.

grand rapids: excellent angles whenever copia moves to the left side of the stage.

rosemont: abysmal audio quality, but incredibly good hand movement footage.

cincinnati: a solid recording with some very swooshy moves.

milwaukee: well-shot, good full-body views.

st. louis: quite a bit of distance for this footage. good audio quality.

independence: great for side angles, good r-rolls on "archangelo."

sugar land: includes helvetesfönster. varying recording start times make it hard to tell which others have it. excellent view of the full stage set from center.

dallas: notably shelved under YouTube Kids. good hand gesture visibility in some shots.

el paso: the absolute best finger wiggle/hand flick on "count down together now and say the words that you learned." a must watch!

phoenix: bit blurred/shaky.

anaheim, anaheim alt: first recording is the full song, second is noticeably better quality but incomplete, so both have been included here.

manchester: time for imperatour proper! opens with helvetesfönster. good top-down angle on this recording makes for some great unique shots. a must watch!

london: the limp hand on "daughter to fall" is essential viewing.

glasgow: fairly far from the stage view, no zoom ins.

birmingham: another YouTube Kids edition! what's up with that? notable for a mic cut-out or possible lyric fumble at "penance is to burn."

rotterdam: good sound quality, some nice close ups.

paris: very half-assed hand on hip for "a son."

cologne: starts with helvetesfönster (at this point in my viewing i've realized it's a constant through all of pre-imperatour and imperatour, but not re-imperatour). crisp video that really captures the richness of the stage lighting.

frankfurt: partial footage here.

prague: the mic tosses here feel particularly punchy, and "overlord of flies" hits great. a must watch!

tampere: on "comforting in their faith" there's a nice little arm-cross while swooshing over to house left.

stockholm: incredibly crisp video, great lighting with full-body shots. a must watch!

oslo: opens with helvetesfönster. view is pretty far from the stage, but the full view of all the lighting rigs is actually great.

malmö: interesting audio drag on "words that you learn." not sure if it's an issue with the video or an actual thing he did with his voice.

brussels: pretty distant footage, but crisp enough that it's good for seeing the bigger swooshy movements.

milan: damn near the gold standard for high-quality close-up footage. excellent hand gestures. a must watch!

badalona: great hand gesture visibility, good video quality.

madrid: give it up once again for a recording with helvetesfönster in it! the turn-around after the first chorus hits with a little more drama than usual here.

vienna: some good shots of the irritated-during-guitar-solo moments here!

zurich: incredibly bright lighting makes copia look like a white spot for a good chunk of this one. great diva swish at the end.

hanover: recordings from house left tend to be the best due to the heavy focus on that side of the stage for choreography, and this one is no exception. a couple of solid leg-out-of-the-skirt moments here as well.

munich: a partial recording with "light malfunction" in the video title, so i went in expecting a light malfunction and did not see one.

budapest: head-on view of the stage. questionable audio quality, but a direct and rare enough angle to be the pick for this performance.

clisson: a performance i wish there was more and better footage of. lots of wind here, and it's doing all manner of marilyn monroe things to that skirt. great for seeing the number/size of fabric panels in there. the wind does some hazardous-looking things to that pyro setup.

san diego: back in the us, now for imperatour-proper instead of pre-imperatour. a great recording with straight-on angles and solid audio quality.

tucson: good angle here, bit low-res, but the overall effect is very nice. there's a good hand-flick-and-swoosh on "overlord of flies." it's also got one of the best "victim to fall for temptation, daughter to fall for a son" moves. must watch!

austin: the angles on this video are phenomenal, with "countdown together now" having a particularly excellent shot.

corpus christi: excellent side angles of the silhouette here.

huntsville: great quality and zooms, feels like some extra cunty flair in here, though maybe that's just me.

duluth: the vocals are interesting here. maybe the recording is slightly better sound-wise.

asheville: pretty good side view.

tampa: good combination of zooms and distance. wonderful view for the second-verse swoosh.

danville: audio is a bit off, but some great shots. excellent hand gestures during the first guitar solo.

trenton: great view, surprisingly low views for it being as all-around good as it is. excellent shots of the swooshes. must watch!

elmont: bit shaky but i like the crowd environment here, and there's some great shots. notable for it being the first time i've ever heard a year zero lyric flub. "welcome y—angelooooo." was so ridiculously consistent show-to-show up to this point that i wouldn't have blamed anyone for thinking it was a lipsync.

providence: further from stage, but steady camera and great sound quality.

bangor: a solid quality recording. some very good close-ups and a few where it looks like copia's intentionally looking at the camera. an incredible "get a load of this guy" gesture at white guitar ghoul before the second verse.

quebec city: fairly far from stage view, good audio. notable for including what looks like a dick joke for "fall for a son," creating an oversaturation of dick jokes right after each other.

laval: house left view. on "moving without eyes" there's an excellent little foot-kick-back move that would be incredibly hard to see if not for this angle. i've got a new thing to look for in other recordings now.

toronto: outstanding full-body views of the robes. slightly shaky cam.

saginaw: notable for having some of the most blatant copia-irritation when the black guitar ghoul jumps in front for the solo. these are the reactions that seem to be more of a staple for re-imperatour shows, so it's nice to see the gradual progression of him playing it up a little more each time.

youngstown: maybe it's because i've watched so many of these, but this one feels like the average year zero recording. perfectly standard choreography, acceptable video and audio quality. it's the mean of all year zeros.

peoria: nice, punchy mic toss in the first verse. in general, the hand gestures for this one feel extra dainty and flowy. a must watch!

green bay: here we are at the final imperatour show! it's a solid recording.

rouen: welcome year zero? more like welcome year 2023! it's re-imperatour time, baby. this one's fine. far from the stage, but good audio. the choreography hasn't changed a lick even with seven months off. of course, we've got the new backdrop and some of the lighting choices are different, with the introduction of some green light being the most notable.

lyon: famous (to me) for being the absolute closest-to-the-stage recording i've ever seen. the angle is a bit low, but if you're looking for head-on, center-stage footage, this is a must watch!

toulouse: bit far from stage and a little shaky. decent audio. good for seeing the full light setup.

rennes: missing footage

lille: the lighting is unusual here. i think there's a filter on the recording. great annoyed-during-first-solo moments.

strasbourg: there's no shortage of strasbourg recordings. most of them hover at around the same quality level. i picked this one because the crowd noise is great.

milan: because the milan show is my personal favorite from re-imperatour, i've linked the full show (timestamped to year zero, of course). the hand on hip for "a daughter" here is fantastic.

nice: lyric fumble! "since dawn of man is equal to the fate of lice." solid recording.

arganda del rey: recording is horizontal and vertical at the same time. worth watching for completionist purposes, but not particularly easy to watch.

nantes: the light starts off weirdly blue here. might be a recording issue though. pretty close to the stage.

amsterdam: far from stage, but with a few good zooms.

berlin: angle is a little questionable, but it's decent with good audio quality.

gdańsk: bit far from the stage, decent quality.

sölvesborg: despite the sweden rock performance giving us one of the most iconic year zero photos (with the robes looking all windswept), there aren't really any high-quality recordings at a good angle. this one at least captures how windy it was.

leicestershire: another festival show, this one in better quality.

esch-sur-alzette: missing footage

bochum: the most-viewed year zero recording thus far! and for pretty good reason. it's crisp, the sound quality is good, and it's close to the stage.

antwerp: one of the most brightly lit festival year zero recordings. pretty far from the stage, but worth watching just for the close-up shot on the big screens of copia just standing there at the beginning. there's a guy crowdsurfing, too.

hamburg: decent quality, but less focus on copia during the guitar solo than i personally prefer.

neu-ulm: hey, i was here. at the show, i thought he sounded a little more nasal than usual, but figured i was imagining it and the in-person audio was just hitting different. but no, he does sound more nasal here than in the 80-some other performances i've just watched.

spálené poříčí: partial footage. it's good quality, but very short.

oslo: my personal favorite of the festival recordings. excellent flourishes during the second verse. a must watch!

athens: not the best quality recording, but it exists, and that's what counts. has some great silhouette shots. unfortunately, it cuts off a bit early.

viveiro: most notable for copia doing "count down together now" with his left hand instead of his right. at this point, i'm so used to seeing him do it with his right hand that this feels completely alien to me.

seinäjoki: partial footage at a distance.

helsinki: the final european show! and it's a very solid recording to close things off with. some might consider this the best festival recording. it's definitely up there.

concord: kicking off the last us leg of the tour! woohoo! it's a good recording. there are plenty for this show.

auburn: quite a bit of distance from the stage, but the audio is nice.

airway heights: far from stage, and this stage looks...smaller? there's something going on with the shape of it. good audio though. the percussion for the bridge sounds excellent. i honestly wish it was this audible in every recording.

west valley city: sounds like he starts off with "crestfallen" and catches himself. recording is a bit shaky. a little too ghoul-focused for my taste.

denver: incredible quality recording paired with some of the cuntiest little moves i've ever seen. a must watch!

st. louis: there's some sort of lyric fumble around "parasites" but it's hard to tell what's going on there. some monitor footage in this recording.

milwaukee: the cape is looking particularly flowy here, but maybe that's just me.

clarkston: another YouTube Kids edition! it's been a while. this one gets a bit shaky, but it's not bad or anything.

#copiaposting #footage tag #activities for sick days i guess!

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