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[audrey-emeralds]

Smashing Diamonds

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x Fem!Reader

Summary: The well-organized party turns south for Nate when he sees his former fling just a few steps away from Maddie, with whom he recently rekindled. Deciding to stay away from her, he realizes he can't help himself after noticing what she is wearing. Word count: 2.3k (2381 words)

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, name-calling, slut shaming, degradation, fingering, a bit of choking, cursing, unprotected sex

A/n: I don't know why but I got the need to try something dirty and Nate is the perfect person to try this on. Anyway, first time really trying to get into it, so I apologize if it isn't the best. Also, I wrote this as quickly as I could, because I was afraid the writer's block was gonna get me, but thankful it did!

Friday night, a perfect time for partying. When your friend Lea first mentioned the idea, you already knew what you wanted to wear. A very transparent top and skirt, with minimal material, mostly consisting of thin stripes of diamonds. A hot look for any club.

However, Lea didn't have any club on her mind. She mentioned your friends from East Highland High.

" You remember Barbara, yeah, well she said that there was this party happening on Friday and how we should totally come. " You thought about it, not much linked you to the people from there, which seemed like a great opportunity to meet new people and face new adventures. Without any hesitation, you agreed to this party.

~~~time skip~~~

After dressing up, you gave yourself a few spins, and view your reflection from the full body mirror, admiring the shiny gems that only covered small parts of your skin.

" This is going to be epic. " You took a selfie of yourself as you heard a car honking in front of your house. Quickening your steps, you managed to pass your living room with neither of your parents taking a glance at you, knowing they wouldn't approve of the outfit.

" Damn, girl, are you trying to get knocked up?!?! " Lea let her jaw fall to the floor as you were walking towards her car.

" Hahaha, not really. " A giggle slipped through your glossy lips.

" Well, good luck trying to find a guy who will pull out in time with you like this. "

You gasped dramatically, giggling once again. " Oh my God, Lea! " She winked at you, driving away from your house and straight to the party house.

Before you even stepped into the house, a smell of weed hit your nose. Alcohol bottles were at every table, every counter, and at any corner available. The whole house was covered in purple and pink lights, pouring over the crowds, not missing a single human. Music was bombing the whole place with its beat, and you couldn't wait to get to the dancing.

You noticed that just next to the big sofa, Barbara sat on an armchair, vaping casually. Lea and you made your way over to her. She quickly saw you coming her way and stood up with open arms.

" Look who's here!! " She screamed out, even though it was barely heard due to the loud music.

" So glad you could come! " She said firstly looking at Lea and then at you. It took her 10 seconds to look at you before she commented " Obviously with a purpose! "

You laughed, smiling at her and slightly shrugging. Lea just nodded enthusiastically at her. She encourages you to give Barbara a turn, at which you initially shake your arms. However, Barbara was intrigued and kept encouraging you to do so. Giving them a mocking eye roll, you spun around with Lea holding your hand in the air.

" Well shit, you better take that ass on the dance floor. " BB clicked with her tongue.

" Oh, don't worry I will, but first I need a drink to warm up. " At your words Barbara, lead you two to the drinks, giving each of you a glass.

" In that case, drink the fuck up! "

Two and a half cups of alcohol were more than enough to make you drag yourself and Lea on the dance floor. The beat was gushing out of the speakers so loudly, you could feel it in your chest.

You completely let yourself go to the music, the freedom you were able to feel while dancing was mesmerizing. Nothing else had your focus and attention, with this addictive feeling you couldn't care less what your outfit was showing and whatnot.

Across the room, Nate was standing with his friends, as each held their cup, staring at the new girl. You.

" Fuck, who's that? " One groaned out while eyeing your body.

" Just some girl from Valley Torah High. " Nate's voice spoke as each of his friends turned to him with interest.

" Yo, Jacobs, you never told us about this one. You fucked her, right? " The same guy asked, waiting to hear confirmation. Nate looked at him quickly before, staring back at you.

" Ohhh! So where are the photos, we didn't see her yet. " Nate frowned at him, as the group of guys laughed.

" I didn't take any. " He admitted quickly. Meeting the guy's confused faces, he added. " Didn't have time. "

" I see. " The black-haired one said straightening himself up. " Well in that case we will make some. " He turned to the guy next to him, pulling out his phone and handing it to him, before deciding otherwise and giving his phone to Nate.

" I trust you will know better which angles to film. " With that, he started approaching you. Nate didn't even acknowledge the phone fully, his mind was kept on you.

The way you swayed to the song, dancing and turning. Nate had sex with you twice, firstly after meeting you at a party and the secondly when you accidentally found yourself in the same store. Expect that nothing else happened, you two barely ever talked, you knew your names but that was it.

Nate did make an effort to ask for your number, but with him getting together with Maddie once again, he didn't think of contacting you. He did, however, look at your social media, just enough to know which school you attended and who you hung out with.

Since he was on good terms with Maddie, who knows would you two ever interact again, if it wasn't for this night, that outfit, and Nate's friend.

As the guy was approaching you, Nate took the chance to look at your surroundings, seeing his girlfriend had spotted you. " Of course, she did, who fucking didn't? " He thought to himself while watching the stipes of your skirt reveal your cheeks.

The sight made him close his eyes for a second to regain his senses. The outfit was almost slutty, whorish, he thought, but yet it just made it harder for him to not start rubbing his pants.

Just before the man next to you could get to you, one of Nate's friends tried to call out to him. " Yo, you filmin' this? "

Without any hesitation, Nate dropped the damn phone, muttering under his breath " fuck this. " and fastly started making his way towards you.

His friends laughed a bit, at his reaction, waiting to see what was about to unfold. You were still in your own world when a black-haired guy spoke to you. " Hey- " not even properly starting his sentence before Nate go to him. He looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. " Thanks for borrowing me your phone, now you can go back for it, I left it with Caleb. " The taller guy said, composed and relaxed.

You stared at the two strangers, the taller one had a serious face as he spoke to the other one. " What are you talk- "

" Caleb has it. Your phone. " He cut him off, you tried to hear better what were they talking about as you leaned closer to them. The two of them just stared at each other, not matching their facial expression.

" Go. " The taller one almost whispered it to the other one's ear, who left only a second later. Just then you could recognise the man in front of you.

" Oh hey, you. Nate right? " He just nodded slowly, his eyes watching you lazily, his figure towering over you. You stared at him, awkwardly standing, feeling a bit uncomfortable since you were the only two people not dancing in the crowd.

" Come with me. " Nate said, walking away to the stairs. You followed before stopping in front of the stairs and calling after him. " For what? "

He turned to you, an annoying expression on his face, almost frustrated. " We both know why you are here, so you gonna come and get it or what? " You turned back to see Lea was drinking at the kitchen counter, before meeting your eye, you supposed she couldn't see Nate, but she knew what going upstairs meant, so with a jovial smile, she made a cheering gesture.

You laughed, acknowledging her excitement, and then followed Nate upstairs. He didn't look at the people that were there, he walked right passed them and into a room, that seemed almost fully prepared for this encounter to take place.

You went in after him, closing the door. " So you remember me? " He asked a rhetorical question. " Then you must remember what you were doing to me. " Your eyes glanced at him innocently, after all that dancing, you still felt a bit mischievous.

" I don't know Nate, am I suppose remember it? " He immediately came closer to you, almost fully, chest to chest. " You wanna play a game ha? "

" Is this what you came for? "

You preached up your lips as if you were thinking about it, locking up at him and seeing the tense position of his jaw. A lot took for you to not smile, since you knew the moment you looked down you would see how much more tension was held in his lower area. But, of course you couldn't resist to look. " Oh my. " You gasped, almost faking it. " Now I see what is stressing you out. "

Your hand automatically pushed itself on his bulge, making him bite into his lower lip. But before you could even react to that, he spun you around and pinned you on the wall. Now his covered dick almost went right into your hole, as he made the quietest groan ever.

As he held you in that position, his big hands began to rub in the inner of both of your thighs, the warmth it was creating made you push yourself into him completely out of reflex. He groaned into your ear, before sneaking one of his hands into your panties, only to rip them off you. His fingers immediately stuck themselves inside you, teasing each and every part viciously.

" Fuck, ah! " You moaned hard into the wall. He left his right hand to flick around your pussy and let his left hand reach your breasts. He easily got to them, as only the diamond stripes kept him from squeezing them firmly causing you to hiss out in a painful satisfaction.

" Fuck, yeah! Tell me how it feels. " Nate pushed his still-covered front into you, as his fingers played with your entrance, before entering into you once again.

" Oh, Nate! " You practically screamed out his name. " It feels so fucking good! " You couldn't help but drag yourself all over his pants, just wishing you could pull them down. However, your hands were more preoccupied with holding you against the wall.

" Imagine how good would it feel with my dick inside you. " At that, you whined mockingly, pushing your ass into him. This made his hand leave your pinched breasts as he smacked your ass, vividly leaving his handprint on it.

" A whore like you would, just love that, wouldn't you? " You nodded hard, making sure he had seen it. His left hand then once again made contact with your ass, slapping it to the point of full redness. His fingers still worked on you, as you felt your orgasm approaching. Nate noticed it, smirking before completely letting you go. He placed his hands on his pants, starting to pull them down. You turned to him, wishing to do it yourself, but were met with rejection.

" You better keep those hands on the fucking wall. You already fucked with me enough tonight, so I'm going to let you know how it feels. " You barely turned around, as he slipped his hard dick into you. The sudden thrust into you made you scream out in pleasure. Nate didn't even let you take a full breath in before he started pounding into you.

He thrusted more and more into you, groaning at the feeling. His hands held your hips as he fucked you. His eyes watched your ass bounce with all the diamond stripes. The diamonds glimmered and shook at each smack, creating a quite beautiful sight that was hard to look away from. It was mesmerizing him and he truly thought about how much he enjoyed this, having you against the wall, being completely at his mercy and command, he was becoming harder just thinking about it.

You hummed at his thrusts until Nate grabbed your neck and choked it." Be louder...can't hear you. " He said as he slammed his full length into you. " Mhm, I'm gonna cum! " You yelped out, squeezing his dick so perfectly. " Yeah, come on...fuck! " Nate encouraged smugly, stopping his rhyme just for a moment. " I want to see you cum on my dick. " He then slammed once again, strongly into you, as you shook helplessly.

" You wanted this all along. To get...fucked so well. And so...dirty! " Nate panted into your ear, biting on your earlobe, before relesing it. " Mhm, fuck...I like you this tight. And wet. " His left hand was left at your ass as his right one returned to your pussy. Fingers rubbing into you, before sliding in.

" Mhmm... " You moaned as tears started to come out of your eyes. " Yeah...come on! Come on my dick! " With just one merciless push into you, you released your juices all over him. Nate groaned at the feeling of wetness covering him, throwing his head back, before returning to fucking you.

" Nate! Ah! " You groaned, feeling his dick twitch. " Fuck, cum in me! " When you said it, almost breathlessly, he knew he couldn't keep going for long. It took a few more thrusts, before he too released his juices, pushing himself fully into you, back to back. He left breaths on your back, as you both calmed down and returned to your normal breathing pace.

Nate pulled his dick out of you, walked over to the bathroom, getting himself a towel and cleaning himself up.

" You still fuck good, Jacobs. I remember it. " Nate only smirked at your words, trying to not let it affect him too much. He took one towel and gave it to you to do the same.

" I still have your number. I might text you for another time. "

" We will see if you will. "

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[presleyanswrites]

Join The Dream

alive!luke patterson x girlbestfriend!reader

a/n: not requested, back after 4 months!

desc luke didnt know you could sing after years of being your best friend

wc - 1.8k

warnings slight cursing, fluff, grammar, not proof read

the door krept open as you got home from school, tossing your grey messy laced converse off of your ankles and sludging your backpack off one of your shoulders and onto the floor.

it was 4:09 pm, you had nothing to do besides an english paper. but that could be done later.

you walk across the kitchen to sit on top of the counter, your nike women's dry-fit socks dangling as you thought about something, anything to do.

reggie and alex were out making flyers for their upcoming band gig on friday, while your best friend luke was probably somewhere in your guest house messing with your dads old music equipment and speakers you had gotten out of some dusty boxes for him a few weeks ago.

what was there to do?

you make a raspberry with your lips.

laundry...done. homework..ish, done. rooms clean...dad didn't get home until 10...

you stare at your mom's piano in the crevice of a large indent in a wall as you hear the air conditioner buzz softly.

the house was dead silent. no one was home.

for some reason, your hands begin to shake and your throat closes up staring at the white keys and grand black figure just sitting feet away, almost feeling like an old friend waiting for you to come back to it again.

after years.

this was the longest you had ever beared to look at it before.

the blank truth was you had completely disregarded the thought of ever playing any musical instrument ever again after your mom had died of cancer four years ago.

especially the piano. especially singing.

it was all the things you and your mom had cherished with each other. everytime you tried to even look at it. all that could replay in the back of your mind was your five-year-old self playing and singing along to "i love you baby", with your mother and you giggling with her.

what was so wrong about it? that you couldn't have that same feeling anymore? you didn't know.

it just hurt. all of it did.

over the years you had become slightly jealous of luke, reggie, and alex for being able to enjoy music like it was a second nature. maybe thats because it used to be yours, too, and your love for music had been taken away. and you felt like you could never get it back.

luke never knew about your passion for music. neither did alex, or reggie. sure, luke had watched you play with your mom as a kid but he never knew that you had the same thriving passion of music that made you feel alive like he did also.

everytime he tried to get you to sing along to one of the songs he had wrote with reggie you just shrugged it off, letting them sing.

because when your mom died, music died too.

in fact, luke had never heard you sing before. not even in the car, the shower, nothing.

but would this be what your mother had wanted? never even singing on the radio just because of memories?

if you were honest, you hadn't been the same person when you gave up music. If you were even more honest, you felt a hole without it.

you decided to get off the counter and slowly creep over to just....look.

not play, of course, no.

just...looking.

just...sitting down at your mom's favorite stool..

just..looking at the keys..

just..feeling them..

breathing...

you flinch when you accidentally hit a note with your finger.

your heart immediately starts pumping and you feel your stomach sink.

technically, you did just...play.

so, technically, accidentally, you could just play another...

on purpose, this time, you press a note, taking in the sound of a piano again like it was something completely new.

again, maybe? just once.

you start to play a few chords, trying to dig back in your brain four years.

you remember of a song called "forever", written by you. when you were 14. a month before your mom passed.

after playing the chords a few times, it comes flooding back to you like a sudden tidal wave.

you start playing them in order, now, and start singing your lyrics.

tears fall down your cheeks and onto the keys as you play the whole song through, singing the chorus, the verse..

you lean back slightly, holding your hands to your chest with a sniffle.

you wipe your eyes, but then jump at the sudden touch of a hand on your shoulder.

you whip your head around, quickly backing away from the stool.

"what the hell!" you gasp, but then realize who it was.

it was luke standing in front of you, now. his expression completely shocked.

it was silent, the only sounds was you trying to catch your breath.

his mouth was practically on the floor.

"y/n l/n."

you swallow, "yeah."

"what the fu-"

you cut him off, and play dumb, "what? i was just-"

you turn your head slightly to look at the piano behind you and then back to him.

"i was just like, messing around, i dunno, it was like- something i came up with..like..uhm..."

"i-i have so many questions." he scoffs, "first, okay? why in the honey bunches of fuck did you never tell me you could...you could..sing like that?"

you take a breath to answer, but he keeps going.

"two." he puts his hands to the back of his head, "since when could you play the piano? what song was that? was it yours? your moms? is this why you've never sang before? why-"

"luke, it-its complicated. i-" you take a breath out and shake your head, "i wrote it when i was 14. secretly. kind of before my mom died."

"why didn't you tell me you could write music?" he almost sounds offended.

"i dont know-- at the time you hadn't even started your band with reggie and alex yet, and that was like..your thing, and i just couldn't handle doing music again!" tears filled the bottom of your eyes as you tried to explain.

he steps towards you, wrapping his strong arms around you, caressing the back of your head as he holds it so his chest, stroking it with his thumb gently.

"shhh, sh. you don't have to explain anymore." his voice is gentle and warm. "i get it. but, music isn't something i own, okay? i wish you would have told me earlier, and i dont know how i didnt notice this before."

a sob accidentally escapes into his chest, and luke feels his heart slowly sink into the floor. he was a tough guy, but he would always let his guard down for you.

he rubs your back in comforting circles, "its okay, yeah? this is a good thing. its a great thing."

he tucks your hair behind your ear, looking down at you as you look up at him with swollen eyes and a slightly runny nose, luke speaking to you in a low and comforting voice. "you are so beyond talented. You know what im thinking?"

you shake your head softly, with a small sniffle.

"you need to be our singer for the band." he looks at you and titls his head like he already knows what you're going to say. "n' before you say no, think about it. you could do it in honor of your mom? y/n, look at you. you have crazy chemistry with a song you haven't even tried playing in years. you could play your keyboard? its waiting for you in the guest house. It would be practically wasting this amazing gift you have. and i cant let you do that. you know it, too."

"luke-" you almost whimper from the thought of playing music...all of the time. not just when you had sudden courage, like..all the time.

"please." he begs, "you dont have to decide or anything right now...just..think about it?" he looks down at you with those same eyes. "for me?" he bites his lower lip with a small smile.

"fine." you barely say. he almost jumps from excitement and hisses in victory before putting his hands on your shoulders and looks at you in the eyes. "you wont regret it."

"luke, what if-" you stop. "what if i fail? like, im not as good as i used to be? i havent even tried writing songs again-"

"from what i heard today? the like, one minute of you just...singing, and playing, was-- like, crazy good and thats more than what regs and alex and i could ever even dream of." he smiles, his dimples peaking out like a deer in headlights, "it would be totally awesome if you could join our band. Like an honor."

as you look at him speak you bite your lips nervously, and let out a shaky "okay."

he towers over you, taking a step closer and looking in both of your eyes, you could feel his warm breath dripping down your neck.

there was a silence as you look into both of his eyes back, smiling back slightly

"there's that smile."

he leans in slightly, you breathing out, and then looking down as your tone becomes quieter.

"we shouldn't do this." you whisper.

he makes you look at him by putting his finger under your chin.

"we definitely shouldn't do this." he breathes, trying not to smile.

"definitely." you say, him matching your expression.

"definitely." his breath catches in the air.

your lips meet his as he gently backs you into a wall, picking your legs up and holding them with his palms up like a feather.

you feel his warm lips lock against yours over and over.

"y/n," he takes a breath out, finally pulling away making a small click sound from your lips seperating.

"yeah?" you gasp for air.

"i love you." he chokes on his words, "i know its soon. i know. you dont have to say it back." he swallows. "i just thought you should know. n' like - its totally cool if-"

"i love you too, luke."

his eyes meet yours again, this time his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "for real?" a smile quickly creeps up on his face.

you gently nod your head as he kisses your lips again once more.

"i-i dont know its like- when i saw you playing, and- it was just-" he pauses, laughing and shaking his head.

"you're so talented. so real. like, down to it, real."

he looks at you with his soft eyes, kissing your forehead.

"your hole's filled now, y/n."

your eyes widen in surpise, "how did you--"

he rolls his eyes and tuts, "cm'on, seriously? i know you better than you know you."

a little smile appears on your face. it really was him all along. he knew after you played again you got the spark in your eyes back that you had when you met him and you were now the same girl he fell in love with all over again since he was ten.

he runs his thumb over your jaw. "that spark, right here?" he puts his hand off your chin and presses a fist gently to your rib. "right there."

"you're back."

you giggle softly, "im back."

divider creds to @benkeibear my nav ★

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[ms-rampage]

Fluent When Upset

König x Y/n (fem-reader)

Warnings: Language

Authors note: This is my first time ACTUALLY writing König. I sort of based it off on this

I apologize for the butchered German 😂😅

You have been living in Austria for 3 years now. You and König have been together for 5 years. As time went by, and you discovered you were pregnant with a baby boy that König was absolutely excited about.

Aside from all that, you did struggle to learn the German language once you settled in, the only time you did speak it properly (or at least you think it is) when you get mad or annoyed, and König rarely to never upsetted, nor annoyed you. It only comes out when you stub your toe on the table, or when you hit your head, or when someone on a bike or scooter nearly hits you when you cross the street.

This day, you went to the store to do a little bit of grocery shopping, and you took your son with you in his stroller. He needed some fresh air after being in the house all day. König was on the fence about going with you. He went against his anxiety, and went with you two.

"You don't have to come." you tell him, while putting your jacket on, "I just need to buy a few things for dinner."

"I know, liebe, I just want to make sure you're both safe." he tells you, figetting with the bag on your sons stroller handle.

One of the few times, your husband takes off his sniper hood when he's at home and isn't expecting company. He has those tired, sad European eyes that you fell in love with. He was always worried and concerned about your well-being, even more so after having your son.

"We'll be fine, I know how you feel about crowds, and I don't want you to be uncomfortable." you reassure him.

"I know, but I know your German isn't good." he tells you with a slight hesitation in his voice, but he wasn't wrong. Your German is okay at best. You know the basics but not enough to hold onto a conversation.

"Well, you got me there." You chuckle, checking to see if your son is secure in his stroller. It was only a 10 minute walk to the store. König had never heard you speak German, maybe one or two words but never a full sentence.

After buying what you need from the store, a little grocery store that sells everything. You were always careful when crossing the street, especially when you had your infant son with you. You had the right away to cross, you had the green. König standing next to with one of the bags of groceries in his hand and the other around your waist.

Taking a few steps onto the street, some asshole decides at the very, very last second to go forward when he had the red light. A few feet away from hitting the stroller, that absolutely sent you into a verbal rage.

"Scheiße!." König exclaims, pulling the stroller back.

"Arschloch!." you yell at the driver, looking back at the other cars stopped at the light to see if there's another jackass that will do the same, then back in the direction of the car that nearly hit you and your child that is long gone now, "Siehst du uns nicht! Verdammtes arschloch!."

You both continue crossing the street while you yell at the driver who can't hear you anymore, but you just wanted to voice your opinion on drivers like them.

"Wir hatten gleich das recht, und ich schiebe einen kinderwagen!." you continue to shout as if you were a native speaker.

When you get to the other side, König is wide-eyed, mostly because of how your German is.

"Liebe, where did you learn that?." he asks, moving you to the side. Away from others walking by.

"I don't know, probably from having the TV on throughout the day. I picked up on a few phrases, and also the neighbors." you tell him, checking on your son who is asleep.

He kisses the top of your head through his hood. "I guess I did need you to come with me to the store." You joked as you two continued to walk back to your apartment. To König you German did sound broken, but hey, you were yelling at some dipshit who had zero patients for pedestrians.

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ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇs (PT. 2)

EVAN PETERS AHS x READER

SUMMARY: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝖠 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾, 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐…𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾.

Chapter Focus: Kai Anderson x Reader

🚨WARNINGS: 𝖠𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖧𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖬𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖢𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖾𝗍𝖼…

You officially decide that Michigan is a complete bust. 

As soon as the plane landed and you’d made your way out of baggage claim, you were hit by a blasting cold. 

Is it possible for someone to shit out a block of ice? 

You had to pile on coat after coat, your grey fleece detective jacket rested on top of your layers. 

The service was awful, the people acted like NPC’s, and overall, your first impression was a 3/10. 

You held your suitcase and bags in one hand as you rung up your phone to call for an Uber, your motel was right outside Brookfield Heights but far enough so you wouldn’t run into any possible suspects while you were off-duty. 

After making a pit stop at an overpriced airport cafe for some mid-afternoon coffee, you hurriedly rushed to the front exit once you got a message from your Uber Driver that they’d arrived. 

The car was a silver chevy and was low to the ground, it had just barely enough room for your three bags in the trunk, but you were grateful nonetheless. 

An older man sat in the drivers seat and his grey hairs were slicked back to expose his wrinkled forehead. He seemed pretty jolly the whole ride to your motel, until you mentioned Brookfield Heights. 

“It ain’t the town for a vacation, that’s for sure.” Was all you managed to get after your numerous questions, clearly the news about Kai had followed all of Michigan and haunted the witnessing residents. 

The drive was mostly quiet after besides the Christian-pop that subtly played over the rusty car speaker, you resided to staring out the window. 

‘Welcome to Brookfield Heights!’ decorated the bright green sign outside of the ghost town. Trees flew past the window as you tried your best to absorb your surroundings.

The more you knew the better.

You’d already spent weeks holed up in your office studying the towns layout, from each fire-hydrant to large corporations and events. 

Fall had come in full swing, leaves were brown and the grass shook from the chilly breeze. 

The barren farmland and empty fields soon turned into old buildings and little country-side stores. If you weren’t investigating a cultist, you’d have thought it was a cute little town. 

The driver, whom you noticed you forgot to ask for his name, pulled over when your run down motel entered your sight. 

The older gentleman unlocked the doors and said his farewell to you as you left the Honda Civic. It felt weird to have both feet on the ground after traveling for so long, but it did absolute wonders to finally have some fresh air. 

The Honda Civic closed the doors from behind you and the Christian-pop faded in the distance as the car rolled out of the motel parking lot, leaving you to face your soon-to-be home for the next few months.

The motel’s sign was barely hanging on for dear life, the walls had chipped yellow-ish paint, and the doors were falling off their hinges. It was practically invisible amongst all the regal and historical hotels that littered Brookfield. It was perfect. 

You grabbed your small suitcase by the handle and made your way to the check in, a little hut outside of the motel. Your luggage bounced from the rickety cement and overgrown weeds, but your grip kept it from flopping over. 

The door to the check in creaked from the force of your palm, screaming in age as you stepped inside the small room. 

The floor was a dark mahogany, a vending machine ran brightly to your left with miscellaneous snacks, and dust covered the few chairs that lined up on the wall to your right. But the main attraction, was the older woman standing behind the reception desk in front of you. 

She had red curly hair, down to her shoulders, and her eyes sagged with exhaustion. Her skin could be compared to a sickly green but the bright red lipstick she adorned made you think that it was a thick application of make up. 

Oh, and the resting bitch face. Yep, you were definitely going to enjoy this woman’s presence. 

“Uh–Hello, I’m here to check in for a room?” You had made your way up to the counter, standing awkwardly in front of the woman who continued to apply the same bright red color of her lips to her fingernails. This made you half-ponder when was the last time you painted your own nails. 

The woman’s crooked name tag read “Louise” as she blatantly ignored your attempt at interacting. Louise barely even looked up to meet your eyes as she slowly turned to grab what you assumed as your room key from behind her. 

Louise spoke with a know-it-all tone, a snide grin lit up her features, “There. No parties. No dealing before seven A.M. and no fucking past eight.”

Part of wondered why she announced the last rule like it was a pointed remark at you, but the other half of you knew exactly what she was trying to get at.

Fortunately for her, you hated confrontation in these situations. 

You were also jet-lagged as all hell. 

So you just kept your mouth shut and dragged your deranged detective ass out the check in door and to the stairs that led to your room. 

The key read “17B” indicating it was on the second floor and almost all the way on the other side. The wooden stairs wobbled under your feet and you almost thought they would completely give out, but you carried your suit case all the way up the two-flights of stairs. 

When you made it to your room, you haphazardly threw your clothes into one of the drawers (locking the door and moving the chain above it) and practically collapsed onto the old bed. It was fairly small for a motel room, and the same yellow paint donned the walls but with a 80’s pattern of lines and crescents. 

You laid with your back on the mattress, feeling all the lumps and creaky springs underneath. 

It was quiet in the room. 

It’s not that you weren’t used to quiet. 

But this time, you were completely alone. Your leather shoes felt heavy on your feet, and you could sense that a migraine was well on its way to your skull. 

You were so fucking tired. 

But you had a cultist to expose, lives were at stake, you couldn’t just sit here and rest.

A dark corner of your mind infested with guilt shunned you for thinking that you could possibly deserve the comfort of a bed. Or the comfort of a job. 

Or the fact your alive–

“Fuck this.” You stood quickly and shrugged off your large trench coat, opting to brace the cold and sit down in the shaky chair in front of the wooden desk the laid in front of the bed. You flung open your laptop and spread out your papers. 

A room temperature energy drink that you packed found its way in your hands as you typed away. 

You didn’t sleep at all that night. 

———————

Morning came slowly, and with it a fresh pair of deep circles engraved themselves under your eyes. 

But with morning, came more opportunities to explore. 

You freshened up, applied some dry-shampoo and washed your face, before heading out to explore Brookfield. 

You had to get a sense of your surroundings in person, online maps and insane amounts of internet research could barely compare to being able to experience the real thing. 

Your trench coat sagged on your shoulders, but without it, the fall-chill would’ve given you a cold so you tiredly walked your way into town. Your bag with your laptop, recording device, and USB drive sat heavily on your shoulder. 

You easily mixed into the crowd of locals, sneakily taking time to take pictures with your phone of the posters of Kai Anderson that popped up every now and then. 

All of which had “FEAR” written in at least one sentence, you’d think he’d be more subtle but it was almost like he was trying to get more negative attention than positive. 

Hm. Weird. 

After about an hour of just walking around and exploring Brookfield Heights, your lack of sleep caught up to you. So you decided it was time to get a nice something to eat and a whole lot of espresso. 

Thankfully, there was a tiny cafe near the Butchery that was owned by the victim of a majority of Kai Andersons harassment, Ally Mayfair-Richards. 

You glanced back at the restaurant before making your way into the little cafe, the warm scent of coffee and scones filled your nose at your entrance. The cold chill turned warm and you were finally able to take off your coat. 

It was quaint but reminded you of a cabin in the woods with their wooden accents and architecture on the inside. It was a nice comparison to the modernized celeb hubs in LA. 

There were few people inside, all were seated and kept to themselves. You quietly stepped up to the counter, deciding to order a large black coffee with four shots of espresso, and a blueberry muffin to nibble on while you worked. 

The teenager behind the counter smiled at you before preparing your order, there were only two people working but they seemed eager. 

Did they feel the impact of what was happening around them? Were they in his cult? What would happen the the kids if Kai Anderson succeeded? 

Would it be your fault–

Again, your thoughts were cut off as the teenager handed you your drink and treat. Allowing the person behind you to place their own order after you paid. 

Wait, person behind you? 

You didn’t even notice the man that had made his way to the line, becoming the sixth customer inside the shop. 

When you backed away from the counter, you were able to soak in his appearance. 

Kai. Fucking. Anderson. 

You pretended to find a seat and load up your laptop, but sweat pooled at the back of your neck. 

What if he caught you? What if he busted you? 

You had to act normal. Like it was a regular day in Brookfield Heights, and you were just a local getting some coffee. 

You sipped anxiously at your caffeinated monster of black coffee as you subtly analyzed his appearance. 

The cultist wore a black beanie, letting his oily blue hair dangle freely. His sweater was black, his shirt was black, his pants were black, and he wore black combat boots. 

Was he trying to scream out that he was some kind of villain? 

What was this guys fucking problem? 

You knew he was on adderall and taking an inhumanly sized dose, but god, so much for inconspicuous killer. 

But eventually you realized that if you didn’t have all the information you collected on this little town, you would’ve just thought it was a regular guy with eccentric style. 

He ordered a large cinnamon latte, extra espresso with no whipped cream and low-fat milk. He poured one creamer and no sugar. 

He carried his own papers and phone in one hand, while collecting his drink in the other. Kai Anderson walked over to the table right next to yours and sat down, scrolling aimlessly while taking notes? You couldn’t get a clear shot of what he was writing. 

So, you were literally sitting in the same space as a serial killer and cultist. Life was great!

You managed to get away with a few more glances before exiting out of your tabs, all of which had extreme dirt on Kai, and opened a decoy word document that looked like boring tax papers. 

You pretended to work on fucking taxes for twenty minutes without interacting with him at all, until Kai stood up from his chair (the only way you could tell was from the chair sliding against the floor) and sat in front of you. 

You barely looked up from your laptop until he fully made himself comfortable in front of you, propping his arms on the table and staring directly at you. 

Sometimes you wondered if fate had it out for you. 

“Hey.” Kai cleared his throat, which indicated that you should probably stop ignoring the elephant in the room and look up at him. 

In doing so, you got a clear glance at his face. Little bits of stubble decorated his cheeks, and his eyes were wide as they looked at you. 

“Oh, Hi?” The silence was much better than talking, but this guy would probably slit your throat if you didn’t respond. 

You tilted your head a little in faux innocence as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

Kai seemed to fall for your act completely, “Are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” 

Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck–

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Honest Answer Eddie Munson

Summary: Your best friend Steve Harrington has a party but his usual dealer is out of town, so he asks you to go to the only other dealer he trust who happens to be the person you despise. Eddie Munson. Warning: mention of drugs,swearing,mention of drink there are gonna be 2 parts. MDNI

"This school sucks" you rant to your best friend Steve, "yes it is shit, but we have my party tonight so we have something to be happy about and it's gonna be sick". he assures you while removing his books from his locker and placing them in his bag.

You and Harrington have been friends since middle school and have always been close, you too were practically brother and sister. He's always got your back though anything."yeah well i haven't even picked out a outfit i was gonna just go in jeans and red crop top but i feel its too basic, it's pretty much what i wear on a daily" you sigh walking down to the classroom taking a seat next to Steve. "Well please don't do what u did last time and turn up late after going though 20 different choices to only go decided on the first one" he said making you roll your eyes "look i'm just a girl" you place your hand over your heart you both laugh then turn to face the front. Half way though the class Eddie walks in taking the only seat left right next to you, you turn to look at Steve giving him the annoyed look he knew you hated Eddie.

You didn't always hate him,he used to be sweet,kind,understanding but he changed in the last year. You never understood why he just started been horrible,once you saw that side of him you hated him."why so late Edward Munson". The teacher spoke as she shifted her eyes away from the bored to face him, he shrugged at her question "well detention after school" she spoke turning her head back to teaching everyone in the room Eddie then flopped his head down on his desk. It's not like Eddie not to answer back normally he tries wigging his way out of it yet today he didn't "you okay dude" Steve leaned over your desk Eddie nodded his head in response Harrington sat back in his chair waiting for class to end

2 hours later

You were home trying to pick out a outfit for Steve's party you couldn't decide between the black strapless dress or the red skirt with the matching top,you was stood there trying to choose one for longer than 10 minutes till eventually you choose the black strapless dress,you matched everything up to it your hair was in curls and your makeup was a smokey eye look and you went with a leather jacket. Soon as all that was done you set off to Steve's .

Once you arrive at the party it was already full of people Cheerleaders,the Basket ball team pretty much everyone from Hawking high you weren't really expecting this many people but then again Steve was a popular guy i mean how else would he get the name the king of hawking high."hey your finally here"he rushes over to greeting you with a hug. "Yeah sorry". You shout over the music playing from each end of the room from the expensive speakers."i need a favour you know how you owe me for getting you that movie for free from the video store for your date?", he half yells at the top of the music "yeah i remember that date it went horrible he ended up having a girlfriend the dickhead" you stated, "yeah well we are running out of weed ,my dealer in out of town and the only other dealer is..." you cut him off immediately, "ABSOLUTELY NOT NO.." he stops you from reacting. "Please you know i wouldn't ask but Eddie is the only other person that sells weed cheap and he is down the road most people are drinking i have to stay here and robin is finally getting somewhere with Vicky " he pleaded. You sigh rolling your eyes back "Fucking hell fine where's the money " Steve then points to the draw and leaves you to go stop someone from breaking the vase,You then leave the party hoping in your car and beginning to drive over to the Munson's trailer in Forest Hills trailer park .

Ones you arrive you debate on just turning back and going home but you did owe your best friend a favour. So you went and knocked on the trailer and about 3 seconds later the door swings open, "oh it's you" the long haired brunette stood in front of you in no clothing but grey joggers, his body on show, exposing his tattoo's that you have never seen before, his hair soaked from the shower water. "I..I just came for Steve's weed for his party he should of told you it was me coming" you rubbed the back of you head trying to shake the view of Eddie's perfectly shaped body out your head "come in I'll grab the bag", you nod walking into the room. Your eyes circle the room it's different to what you imagined. "I want money first never know what girls like u are like" he commands, "girls like me?" baffled about what Eddie just said, "i mean girls like you would do anything for there boyfriends even steal" he replied you look at him annoyed with his response. "Whatever Eddie you really know how to be a dick" you pass him the money as he hands you the bag. "Just get out I've seen your face enough today ". So you do exactly that you step out the trailer but just before the door shuts "wait Eddie" you speak "what?" he reacted to you "why" you stutter "why do you hate me please give me a honest answer please cause i really don't know why" you add "I don.." you cut him off "don't say you don't cause it's clear you do i mean don't think i haven't heard what you say around school, so please don't lie you, just stopped talking to me you blocked my number you dogged me eds and i never knew why" you tear up as you are speaking your words the tears making you stutter, You don't know why it was happening or why it was all coming out but it did and you wanted to know the truth" he glared at you he could hear the pain in your voice he never meant to hurt you like that he never meant to hurt you at all. "i...

I'LL POST PART 2 IN A FEW DAYS

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The Runner (Part Two)

Summary: After her mother passes away, Y?N goes to spend some time with her mother's best friend, Penny. While she's there she meets a stranger who introduces himself as "Rooster" only he's not quite a stranger to her.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Warning: Mentions of Death and Nervousness

A/N: This is probably the last part to this one, but I was giddy when I saw how much everyone loved the first part. I've got some other Bradley x Reader stuff coming up so I promise this isn't the last of it. If you have something in mind, don't hesitate to let me know! -A&C

Part 1

Y/N chuckled as Rooster sang along to the song on the radio. His head was bobbing hard with the beat of the song and he was over -exaggerating his voice to put on a show for her.

It had taken about a week for their schedules to line up enough to actually have their first date, but when time had cleared for it, Rooster had refused to tell her what it would look like.

She had bugged him about it every morning during their run and even offered to cut his push ups down if he told her, but he'd just laughed and done 10 more.

She'd been relieved to see him pull up outside of Penny's house in fairly casual clothing that matched the vibe of her own.

They were pulling into, what looked like a small, private airport. Y/N turned to Rooster, assessing him as he pulled up alongside a parked plane.

"Rooster, what exactly are we doing here?" She asked him warily.

He gave her a broad grin, sliding his glasses down his nose so that she could see into his eyes. They were sparkling with excitement and were glowing in the late afternoon sun.

"What does it look like we're doing?" He evaded her question, earning him a shake of her head.

She followed him out of the car and into the area where the plane was usually stored.

"I had planned to take you up flying today, but if that makes you uncomfortable we can do something else," he offered, looking slightly nervous for the first time since she'd met him.

Y/n shook her head, "No, I want to fly! Well- I don't want to fly, you should probably do the flying just because I've never done anything like that before."

He smirked at her rambling and held out a helmet towards her.

"C'mon sugar, let's get you all set up so that you can not fly the plane."

While she put it on, he helped her into all of the safety gear that she needed to wear while in the plane before putting his own on.

He walked her through what they would do in the event of an emergency and all of the other safety information that he was required to inform her of. When he finished, he helped her into the seat of the plane that was directly behind his.

He tugged on her seat straps to make sure she was secure and began to prepare the plane for take-off. She jumped in surprise as the speakers in her helmet turned on and she could hear him speaking.

"There you are," he said, shaking his head, "I've been trying to get this to work for the past five minutes."

Y/n laughed, "Don't you do this professionally?"

"Yeah, I fly the planes, I don't usually have to set up the Comms system," he chuckled through his words before requesting to take off.

When the flight tower responded positively, he gave her a thumbs up and began to move the plane to the runway.

"Ready?" He asked as the engine began to grow louder.

"Ready," she giggled, as the excitement of the situation began to settle in.

"Here we go," he said.

It shouldn't have surprised her that he was a great pilot, but he was a great pilot. Their take-off was smooth and he soared through the sky as if that was where he was meant to be.

He pointed out the places they were flying over top of and let her "fly" the plane by letting her tell him which direction to go. By the end of it she was sure that it was the best first date she'd ever been on and knew that Rooster had blown her expectations for a first date completely out of the water.

He helped her out of the plane and secured it before making his way back to his car.

"So?" He prompted, looking at her smugly.

Y/n sighed heavily as she mentally prepared for the large boost of his ego. "It was incredible and you're an amazing pilot," she told him as she rolled her eyes.

Rooster nodded as his smirk widened into a grin, "You're damn right I am."

Y/n tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and turned to face him better from the passenger seat of the car.

"Where to now, Lieutenant?" She asked him.

Rooster cocked his head to the side as he weighed his options, "Well, I could take you home if you're tired or I know a pretty good restaurant that we could go to."

"I could eat," Y/n said as she buckled herself into the car.

"Food it is then," He teased.

The place he took her to was fairly laid back but with incredible food.

"How did you even find this place?" She asked him as she leaned back in her seat.

Rooster looked up from his mashed potatoes, rushing to swallow the food in his mouth.

"Sorry, bad timing," she giggled.

Rooster shook his head, "No, you're fine. Umm, my parents came here a lot back when my Dad was stationed here."

Y/n nodded carefully, from what Penny had told her this was a sensitive topic and she didn't want to force him to live hard memories.

"Well, I'm glad they did because I'm definitely benefiting from it," she gave him a small smile.

His face, which was far away in thought, lit up at her words, "Yeah, I'm glad too."

The ride back to Penny's house was quieter than the drive to the restaurant, but warmer.

Y/n had plucked up the courage to take his hand in her own after he'd left it out on the arm rest in an obvious option for her to take if she desired.

It was one of the things that she was beginning to adore about him, he always left the pace of things up to her. It wasn't that he was too nervous to do anything, he just cared for how she was feeling and didn't want her to feel rushed.

His hand was warm and calloused from how he'd used them every day. His grip on her hand was secure but not hard, letting her know that while he wanted to hold her hand, he wouldn't force her to stay there.

He pulled up in front of Penny's house and put the car in park. He moved as if to get out of the car, but stilled when he noticed that Y/n hadn't moved.

He looked at her expectantly.

Y/n couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, instead, choosing to fiddle with his hand that was in her lap.

"You know," she hesitated, but forced herself to continue, "after Mom, everything was really hard."

Bradley stilled as he listened.

"It was like the way everyone viewed me was through the lens of being the child of a dead person. Like my whole being revolved around it and while I deeply love and miss her, it was painful to be reminded of that every time I talked to someone.

"I love Penny and she's never treated me differently, but I still catch her looking away when I do something that reminds her of my mom."

She looked up to look into his eyes, "Being around you has been like a breath of fresh air. You've never looked at me as if I was anyone but myself. I just, umm, I don't really know where that came from but I just wanted to let you know."

His eyes were piercing as they looked at her. He brought his other hand up to cup her cheek as he looked at her.

"I-," He struggled to speak for a minute, like his thoughts weren't coming to gether. He cleared his throat, "You scare the shit out of me. I've never met someone who I've wanted to be around as much as you. I-"

He stopped himself and looked down at her lips.

"I really want to kiss you right now," he mumbled so softly that she wasn't sure she was supposed to hear it.

"I really want you to kiss me," she whispered.

She felt his breath on her face and then his lips melted against hers. They were soft and tasted distinctly like he should, just "Bradley." Her hands wound up into his hair and she gave an experimental tug on the ends.

He groaned and pulled away from her, resting his forehead against hers. His eyes were dark as they stared, drinking in the image of her.

"I'm trying really hard to treat you the way a gentleman should, please don't make me lose it," his voice sent shivers down her back.

"You don't have to," she whispered, chasing his lips again. It was just as tempting the second time.

"But you deserve it," he mumbled against her lips.

She sighed, pulling back to look at him, "Can't you just give me what I want?"

That earned her a loud laugh from him as his head fell back against the headrest in the car. He kissed her on the cheek before getting out of the car and opening her door for her.

He held her hand as he walked her to the front door, pausing when they got to the porch.

"When will I see you again?" She asked him, leaning against the front wall of the house.

Rooster leaned over her with an arm braced against the wall beside her head and the other holding her hand.

"Whenever you want to see me again," he told her.

Y/n stepped forward gripping his shirt tightly in her hands, pulling him close to her.

"You're going to kill me," he groaned softly.

She laughed slightly against his lips as she raised herself up to meet him halfway. His hand dropped from hers and wound across her waist as he pushed her up against the wall.

Y/n would've been content to stay there all night until the porch light started flashing.

Rooster pulled away laughing, "Sorry Penny!"

The light flashed twice in response.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" She asked him.

Rooster nodded, "Tomorrow, the next day, the day after that... they all belong to you."

"All of them? My, how lucky I've become," she teased.

His eyes sparkled in humor, "Joke all you want baby, but you're mine now."

"Deal," she responded, "But only if you're mine."

He sealed it with a mind-numbing kiss before releasing her.

"I'll see you tomorrow, honey," he told her.

"Tomorrow." She confirmed. She unlocked the door and pushed it open. Y/n turned, giving him a wave goodbye before shutting it firmly behind her.

She pretended not to notice Penny as she watched him walk back to his car, giggling softly when she saw him dance a little before he got in.

"So," Penny asked, "How'd it go."

Y/n gave her a large smile and told her everything.

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[boss-lifter]

[Introduction]

So, electronics are super valuable and everyone wants them. Those big corporate stores have seriously stepped up their security game, making it harder to snag what you want.

But, let's face it, we're all human. We make mistakes and sometimes the store isn't on top of their game. Maybe they're understaffed, maybe the workers just don't care, or maybe they're dealing with personal issues. Whatever the case may be, it's not always impossible to get what you want.

Now, let's focus on black friday, Cyber Monday, and Boxing Day. I mean, come on, those are the days everyone's going crazy for deals. Just look up the dates, it's in the 3 friday of November every year.

Store associates will be running around helping other customers, leaving perfect opportunities for you to swoop in and grab what you want. Don't be scared to take advantage of these days, no matter what others say. Just check out my guide for spotting the store security.

Of course, you need to be organized. Plan out your route, set an early alarm, grab some coffee, and get a ride or make sure your car is empty. With a little bit of luck, you should be able to get most of what you're after.

Remember, it's gonna take some patience, skills, guts, and a bit of luck. Take whatever you can get, even if it's a similar product.

[Find your spot]

Start by making a list of the items you really want or need.

Now, what should you be looking for? Do your research, get out there, and start scoping out the best spots. Look for places with easy access to electronics. Check out big grocery stores, malls, drugstores, and electronics stores.

If you live in a small town, consider traveling to a bigger city or town. Map out all the stores in that area and plan out your route. Either go area by area or store by store, whichever you prefer.

Now, those electronics stores are a whole different story. They've got some serious security. But on black friday, they often put out a pallet of electronic goodies

Pick up the item and head over to customer service with a long lineup. Wait in the line for about 10 to 15 minutes, then act annoyed and leave with the item. This trick works because you forgot the receipt at home and didn't want to risk being denied and walking out. Just make sure to be natural and blend in as much as possible.

Another method is to have someone distract the worker or notice that they're busy with another customer. Take advantage of this moment to walk out with the item without attracting attention.

If you're in a drugstore with an electronics section or a department store, you can set up the item you want, remove the security tag, and have it ready for pickup. Buy something like $150 headphones to get a receipt. Then, simply pick up the item you want, walk out, and return the headphones on another day.

Another option is to set up a scenario where you purchase $800 speakers or a soundbar. While paying, ask the cashier to put $150 headphones in a bag. As you walk out, casually pick up the soundbar over your shoulder and wave goodbye. This method works because you're only allowed to buy and return items at the electronics area.

You can also try putting items in a bag and walking out, or leaving the item by the front door and picking it up later. Look for opportunities to make your exit when there's a momentary distraction.

To be continued... we need to come up with better ways to explain things.

For now, plan a day during Black Friday, sales, or Boxing Day. In summary, find your moment on boxing day. If it's not there, either come back later or wait around until you find your opportunity to walk out unnoticed.

[thesinglesjukebox]

YEAH THAT'S RIGHT WE'RE BACK WE WEREN'T JOKING AROUND NOW GET IN THE CAR BEEP BEEP LET'S RIDE

CHARLI XCX - SPEED DRIVE [5.07]

Oliver Maier: A dark cloud seems to hang over Charli XCX as of late. Last year's perfectly passable Crash was touted by her as her "sellout" album, and while it charted impressively, it didn't demonstrate the effortless hitmaking that Charli sometimes implies she could pull off any time, if she only felt like it. That success instead has rather randomly gone to the risible "Speed Drive," her first UK top 10 since 2015 and first Billboard entry since a year prior. There's a lot I don't like about it, but enumerating its faults feels futile when it has the baked-in defense of just being a cute song for the Barbie movie!(!!!) Put simply, though, it's lazy to the point of feeling contemptuous. I have far fewer reservations about switching my brain off and having fun with pop when it feels like the artist is laughing with me, not at me. [2]

Alex Ostroff: On Crash, Charli started leaning into obvious interpolations to try to hit the charts. Hopefully, "Speed Drive" is the tail end of that tendency and not her new normal. The mashup of "Hey Mickey" and "Cobrastyle" works significantly better for me than the way she lifted from September and Robin S. for Crash singles, and there are a few excellent line deliveries, but this still feels like Charli on autopilot. The album's worth of unreleased songs with SOPHIE do more exciting and interesting things sonically than this PC-XCX retread, and if she isn't pushing the boundaries of pop music in weird and abrasive new directions, I'd much rather have the hooks and big choruses of "New Shapes" and "Lightning" than an under-two-minute sketch of an idea. The problem, of course, is that Charli on autopilot mashing up Robyn and Toni Basil, but fully committing to the performance and vocal delivery, still ends up giving us a: [6]

Alfred Soto: Charli XCX's reputation as a unsung pop master crumbles every time she releases another middling single. From the "Mickey" lift to the perfunctory rhythm track, "Speed Drive" is closer to assembly line than a Barbie factory. [4]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: The best Charli XCX songs in this lane are cleverly stupid ("Hot in It", "Yuck") or stupidly clever ("No Angel", "Vroom Vroom"), but this is just normal, garden-variety dumb -- less a song and more a collection of Pavlovian cues for stans to go wild over. All points here should be allocated to Easyfun, who at least does his job competently. [3]

Will Rivitz: Crash was Charli's worst release in nearly a decade for more reasons than I can fit in these few sentences, but most salient to "Speed Drive" was the record's uncharacteristically smooth polish. Her music achieves transcendence when it leans into its unsanded edges and hungover hedonism, channeling self-destruction and snottiness into bombast and excess. If it sounds like a first or second draft slapped onto Spotify before it's had the chance to hit a mastering studio, it's succeeded. Crash was too careful to hit those same highs, and as a result, its attempted mess felt lethargic and flat, indulgence as a single drunk cigarette instead of half an Adderall chased with absinthe. So, since "Speed Drive" sounds like it was mastered on a 2015 MacBook speaker and plays its two main interpolations as insouciantly straight as possible, it represents a return to form. Mess is more. [7]

Aaron Bergstrom: A perfectly acceptable Charli-by-numbers exercise: shiny, metallic PC Music production smeared over otherwise kitchy sonic references (and "Cobrastyle," which rules in any context); lyrics referencing cars, Japan, or cars in Japan; halfhearted attempt to tie it all back to Barbie somehow. [5]

Rachel Saywitz: Sonically, "Speed Drive" is one of the more interesting songs from this year's Barbie soundtrack -- unfortunately, that isn't saying much. A flurry of bubbling synth patterns echo the song's title, but what should be an exhilarating digital rush is overset by drab lyrics that sound like they came out of a Mattel exec's secret poetry diary (+ charm bracelet which unlocks the diary + a copy of the 2006 hit Barbie mocap film, The Barbie Diaries): "She my best friend in the whole world / On the mood board, she's the inspo / and she dressed in really cute clothes." Charli is in on the joke, but the joke isn't actually a joke -- it's a corporate branded major studio movie that was made to sell more toys, unable to subvert its maker no matter how many jokes it makes about male CEOs, discontinued toys, and "tax evasion issues." Can we just get Charli to soundtrack one of those poorly animated Barbie movies that know exactly what they are? Can we get a Barbie: The Princess and the Pauper remix album? Oh my god wait that would be incredible Mattel please call me I'll revoke my DSA membership please [5]

Hannah Jocelyn: I am a Barbie movie defender; you take your $100 million toy commercial and make the best possible trans allegory a cis woman can make, you have my respect. (Just as Little Women is the best queer movie a straight woman can make, love ya Greta!) I feel like mainstream feminism-attempting films, Barbie included, are so preoccupied with being Statements they'll sacrifice any momentum to get a message across. This is much less messy and complex than the movie it soundtracks, content to get in and out with its endearingly obvious samples. Charli's attitude makes the song sound more chaotic than it really is, but that effortlessness is a neat contrast to a movie that tries really fucking hard. Suddenly, I want to buy a 2024 Chevy Blazer EV. [7]

Brad Shoup: Like the vast majority of thinkpieces this movie elicited, this isn't really about Barbie, is it? It leaps into a gear and holds; there's nothing to distract you while the motor hums. It ends with Charli chanting "red lights," like she's desperate to pull over. [4]

Andrew Karpan: Perhaps the most important of the pop hits salvaged from an '80s nite at a club near you, "Speed Drive" is already a Greatest Hit among the stans, and justifiably so. Charli boils down what these nostalgia grabs are all about: misrememberences of a more understandable past, the fantasy of driving cars, the mood board stretched infinitely into the promise of a new century, the crux of Barbie itself. [10]

Jonathan Bradley: [A whiteboard with "Charli XCX Barbie soundtrack????" written on it and nothing else.] [3]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: Even on this throwaway soundtrack cut where Charli sounds like she's putting in 25%, her pop flourishes and mannerisms are undeniably powerful. It's the way she rhymes "whole world" with "inspo", knowing it doesn't work; the way she races through the chorus like she's bored and speed-reading random words on a page; the way she robotically drones "Li-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ghts," unbothered at the laziness of the hook. This can't even clock in at two minutes. Give us nothing, queen! [7]

Kayla Beardslee: Charli understands how to craft a hook better than 99.99% of all musicians that have ever existed. [7]

Dorian Sinclair: I would not have thought to combine "Hey Mickey" with Robyn's "Cobrastyle" at all, let alone as part of a massive Mattel movie. Perhaps this is why Charli XCX is a pop star and I decidedly am not. The result mostly works, though it feels a bit less than the sum of its parts. And while I don't entirely get the focus on the car, maybe it's so she can run it back for the Hot Wheels film? [6]

Peter Ryan: Pop's foremost interpolator doubles down for a truly inspired how-hasn't-this-been-done moment. As a chase scene backdrop it's an [8], but on its own it's not even her third-best car tune. [5]

Katherine St Asaph: Brainless, reckless fun utterly unfit for purpose. The song is called "Speed Drive" and is perfect in tempo and stupidity for racing down the highway faster than God intended. And Charli still interjects "hah!" like no one else. But when do you go on the highway? When you're planning on driving for more than 2 minutes! [6]

Jeffrey Brister: Sleekly built, moves quick without fuss, pushes up a bit, but never really crests into high gear. I'm not asking for transcendence, but maybe an acknowledgement of a higher power while you lightly tap the gas pedal? [5]

Edward Okulicz: Having stopped writing good Charli XCX songs years ago, Charli XCX has, with this, ceased to even sound like Charli XCX. The only good bit about this is the "Mickey" interpolation. Driving around with this would give me a headache within about two miles. [2]

Vikram Joseph: In which Charli decides to write an AI version of a Charli song before the machines get there first. [4]

Will Adams: I will own up to being one of those who were WRONG and DUMB about "Vroom Vroom" when it first came out; I still wouldn't rate it highly, but I recognize its importance and impact on pop music. Special thanks to "Speed Drive" for helping me through that process by demonstrating what "Vroom Vroom" would sound like if there were significantly less effort. [3]

Jibril Yassin: Sucker needed this more than we did, but I'll take any new Charli songs that use actual choruses again. [8]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: I applaud Charli for staying faithful to "Hey Mickey": the only good thing here is the hook. [3]

Crystal Leww: Funniest thing about this song is that one of my best friends in the whole world made an edit of it, and once we were out, the original played and I was like, "man this is so slow." And then she told me that the BPMs are actually exactly the same. Good song for Charli in her popstar elder era, but I'd always rather be listening to the edit. [5]

Michelle Myers: This would have been a fine addition to my 2009 pre-gaming playlist. I can taste the Smirnoff Ice and MAC Lip Gloss. [6]

Samson Savill de Jong: This is a banger that resists much discussion, just pounding you with being really really good and fun and HOT (but not, funnily, at all sexy). It needs a third verse, as it's over just as it really gets going, but ultimately probably better to leave you wanting more than wishing it was over -- though I find it hard to imagine this couldn't have stretched all the way to 3 minutes. [8]

Ian Mathers: It's good, but I've gotta knock it for three things (all possibly totally unfair, but that's the Jukebox babey!!!!!): 1. "Mickey" is a fine song but I am so sick of this kind of interpolation; 2. it reminds me at least by implication of "Vroom Vroom," and you, ma'am, are no "Vroom Vroom"; 3. it's only my second favourite 2023 soundtrack Charli XCX is featured on. [6]

Leah Isobel: Enough time has passed that we can admit Crash was mid, right? That in marking the moment in which Charli finally, actually committed to being a pop star, it also signaled her turn from real emotion to two-dimensional shtick? That her fanbase not only enabled this particular turn, but made it her only viable option? That her career is now defined by the need to please a group of people who treat her work as impersonal meme-bait instead of creative output from a real person? That, viewed in this light, the fact that "Speed Drive" has become her biggest hit in a decade makes perfect sense, even though it's the unsatisfying sonic equivalent of a single leftover french fry, drenched in grease? That pop stardom is, in itself, the reduction of a real personality and perspective into a flat and marketable image; that the aching, sincere heart of True Romance is actually dead and buried; that my youth is never coming back; that all I have left is this shitty, misogynistic world? And that, despite everything, I am physically and emotionally incapable of scoring a Charli XCX song that samples fucking "Cobrastyle" lower than this? [4]

Tara Hillegeist: It says a great deal about Charli's grasp on how to make hedonistic abandon actually catchy, even after the multiple ways that particular approach to imperial phases has shown their ass, that she can nearly faceplant on a still-mangled enunciation of "kawaii" and yet almost get away scot-free with her brazen interpolation of "Hey Mickey." I can yet imagine this scoring a campily villainous dance number in a Russel T. Davies SFnal dramedy on BBC Three and working. Sadly, Rusty's currently on contract to Disney instead, so an entirely different sort of Toymaker seems to have run off with the obvious bait for tiresome queens at present, and I'm not sure the vibe quite comes together as the prophecy was meant to foresee. Too bad. It'd be an [8] if it did, but only hypothetically. [3]

Nortey Dowuona: The problem with "Speed Drive" isn't the flat, pedestrian drum programming, even though that roots the song to the ground and never lets it become the exciting driving song it's meant to be. The problem is Charli constantly pushing forward in her music to embrace the more compelling and vivid music of the late '10s, only to be over-praised for a competent rehash of already marked territory by her elders. The same happened to Earl Sweatshirt, who doubled back to play in more conventional positions then, after the praise, re-doubled down on his direction. The way to engage with their music is to stop jumping up to beg them to pander to our changing taste and the industry's desire to cling to conventional wisdom. Let the Charli XCX of 2014 go -- she doesn't exist anymore, Charli's competent Toni Basil cover notwithstanding. Maybe actually trust them to chart their own paths -- you crafted your own, right? [6]

Frank Falisi: The streamlining of Charli's glitch-heat into soundtrack-ready radio-licking songs is good! PC Music was always a project about products, caring and careful as it was. Pop is a product about the project of being alive -- it's its own experimentation, it doesn't require archness. But to be alive is to seek out live wires and hearts to plug into, to give shape to. The pastiche that has haunted Charli's work in recent years takes as its engine dead objects: nostalgia (Crash), flippancy ("Hot Girl", Bottoms), and now, incorporation (Barbie). Can you feel a song begin to think of itself as servicing an occasion instead of a feeling? But you don't have to rope in career tea-leafing to know "Speed Drive" is plain boring. More like a treatment for a song than a composition moving through ideas, it cannibalizes the occasion of "Vroom Vroom" for a compensatory GM tie-in, settling for chorus as brand shoutout and production that's nearly apologizing for itself. Haters -- Lovers? Likers? I can't imagine a human being loving this song -- will tell me it's a fun, short song written for a fun movie that's been over-think-pieced and that doesn't deserve the hyper-scrutiny it received. I still think we deserve better than just "just" as far as the product-as-art future Barbie takes to be inevitable. I also think -- whatever their occasion -- all the song sequences in the film felt disposably-conceived, thinking a little of partnering with the image and thinking a lot about servicing the partner, which is the brand. Maybe pop music in cinematic space has always been product placement of a kind. Or worse, once it was a way to show love through intertextuality and now it's the moving image as Tumblr page, a cloud of association, a hungry rolodex of fits. And the suggestion of a pleasurable essence isn't the presence of pleasure. I know there's no purity, I don't want purity. But you have to let "want" in, have to want "want" to mean more than "get." Otherwise it's the experimental rendered in a language we already know. What I mean is: every day the inclusion of "Boom Clap" in The Fault in Our Stars feels surer. [2]

[Read, comment and vote on The Singles Jukebox ]

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[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

It's Only Sex (Car Seat Headrest)

I can’t tell you if I like it, I like it/What happens if I don’t like it? I like you/I can’t tell you if I like it, I like it/What happens if I don’t like it?/It’s only It’s only sex

"Top 10 songs that hit too close to home in the best and worst ways…. ouch my poor sex-ambiguous feels"

All These Engagements (The Airborne Toxic Event)

There's a hole in your heart, just go fill it with love/But what is love, what is love, what is love?/What is this thing I've been told since 13 years old/Where you feel understood, undeniably good?/It's a stain on your sneaker, a hole in your speaker/A feeling apart when you've emptied your heart

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH. Talking about the Yearning™ for human connection. Wondering what the hell love actually means and how to find it. Breaking down all the things that can make it so incredibly difficult and painful and even incomprehensible, but the singer STILL, even in the midst of all of this, concludes that love is kind, fair, real, and true. With no exaggeration, I cry every time I listen to this."

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Into the Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Twenty One

The last two days have been brutal. You barely slept, tossing, and turning until you couldn’t take it anymore. You have avoided your phone like the plague, only using it for work things. You try your hardest not to look at the ever-increasing number of text and voice messages. Your chest has been aching non-stop since you told Kylo off. You knew you had to set him straight but watching him crumple in on himself at your words continued to haunt you.

As you run the brush through your hair one more time, you grimace into the mirror. Even with your fanciest concealer and powder, the dark circles under your eyes were still visible. Your eyes were still puffy and sensitive from your nightly crying session, so you opted for just some light shadow. Your phone chirps as you finish with the setting spray. You already know it's another message from Kylo. You take a big deep breath, steadying yourself.

You grab your phone and bag on the way out the door. You look down at your phone and yes you are correct, another text from Kylo. There are also texts from Chewie, Vic, Rae and Tallie. Chewie had told you it was all his idea and not to blame Kylo but you knew better.

Even though it hurt that Chewie was involved in this, he is still your supervisor and friend. Vic was sweet as ever, offering you support and a shoulder. How that man didn’t have a partner already still surprised you. You responded to both, thanking them, and discussing work-related things.

Today was Saturday, the day of the album release party. Today the world will see their talent and brilliance. You know everyone will love it. This was the part you liked to watch from afar and be happy for the band as they soaked up with well-deserved limelight. Your heart constricts at the thought of Kylo at the party, looking grumpily perfect, smiling and flirting with beautiful people.

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You had a busy day today planned so you would be distracted. You texted Dr. Morgan on Wednesday night requesting an immediate session. She called you immediately and let you vent and cry. After you had composed yourself, Dr. Morgan scheduled you a formal session on Saturday so you can work through everything.

As you turned off the freeway, you tried your best to avoid any radio talk. You flipped stations, not caring what music was on. You had almost made it when you heard the bright voiced Radio DJ come through the speakers.

“Hey everyone, it's Qi’ra from The Eagle, glad you have joined me on this already hot day. Now to the news of the day, tonight is the day we have been waiting for – Knight of Ren newest album Trials and Errors drops tonight.

The much-anticipated album has been the talk of the town and anyone who is anyone has been invited to the release party this evening. The first single off the album, Miracle is already #2 on the Rock charts and the music video is listed as one of the top 5 views on YouTube. Lucky for all of you, our star reporter Emily will be at the party tonight and will indulge us all with all the juicy details. Now without further ado, here’s Miracle…”

You sniffle as you turn into the parking lot. You can feel the tears building behind your eyes as the aching pain in your chest alights anew. You shut your eyes as the opening chords of the song you intimately wrote together begins. You can almost feel his kisses as you hear him play. I can’t do this, you think desperately, switching off the radio.

You sit in the silence and focus on your breathing. God you are pathetic. Your phone pings at you, reminding you have 10 minutes left before your appointment. Grabbing your items, you lock your car and begin quickly walking across the parking lot. You just need to hold yourself together long enough to make it into the safety of Dr. Morgan’s office.

—

Kylo hissed lowly as he felt the hot water hit his skin. His tattoo stings as the water lightly hits his healing skin. He runs his hands through his hair. He had already done interviews with Mangin from SXM and Chuck Armstrong from Loudwire, diving deep into the album, the writing process and tour plans. Everyone is so excited for the album release and the party. He wishes he could feel the same.

You have gone dark since Wednesday, not responding to any of his text and voice messages. He knew you needed space to process everything, but it still hurt because he missed you. He missed your snarky comments and your sweet kisses.

His chest has been aching since you ripped him to shreds and left him bleeding. You deserved it, he tells himself, quickly washes himself. You didn’t listen, you pushed her too far. You didn’t let her choose.

He continues to berate himself as he exits the shower, toweling off quickly. He wraps the towel around his hips, glancing at himself in the mirror. What looks back doesn’t scream sexy confident rock star. He sighs as he rubs product into his hair and onto his face. He cannot look bad when it comes to events like this.

His phone vibrates on his bedside table, pulling him out of his thoughts. He pulls on his sports coat over his t-shirt, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles. He grabs his phone, his heart rate skipping slightly at the thought of you finally responding. As he opens his phone, he scowls.

Kurak has called him three times and texted him to hurry his ass up. The limo isn’t picking him up for another 5 minutes, so he sends Kurak a middle finger emoji. His phone continues to vibrate as he ties his Louboutin boots and fixes his Apple watch. He rolls his eyes at his incessant band mate.

A black stretch limousine is waiting for him as he walks out of his building. Music pours out the sunroof along with Kurak. “About fucking time!” he yells as he fixes his designer shades. Kylo flips him off as he opens the limo door.

His band mates are all there, along with Hux, Rae and Phasma. He slides in next to Hux, quickly noticing most of them have dates. Rae, bedazzled in a skimpy silver dress, is singing along to the song along with two other random women.

Kylo nods to Vic as Phasma hands him a glass of champagne. “We will be making a toast soon, so don’t chug that yet” she says with a wink. He smiles slightly as he watches the scene around him. Everyone looks so damn happy and ready to have a good time. They have worked hard and now they get to celebrate. He watches Phasma pass around flutes of Champagne, smirking as he watches Cardo make an ass of himself trying to impress a curvy Latina.

“Kylo!” Rae yells in a sing-song voice. He can tell based on her loose body movements and glassy eyes that she and Kurak had started before they even got in the limo. “Tonight is gonna be so fun. But where is Y/N?” He stiffens at the sound of your name.

As he thinks of something to say, Vic nudges Kurak’s thigh. Kurak then instantly starts distracting Rae with sloppy neck kisses. Vic smirks as he meets Kylo’s eyes, nodding in understanding. Kylo sighs as he shifts in his seat, hoping she will be distracted by Kurak all night. That’ll be one less inebriated person he will have to fight off.

Sharp tings against a champagne glass ring through the space. “Attention everyone” Phasma says “I want to propose a toast. You gentlemen have been a pleasure to work with and have set a standard for where music is heading. You all have worked so hard and now you get to reap the rewards. To continued success and a long partnership. Cheers!” She raises her flute to a series of hoots and yells. He taps his glass and takes a sip. He allows himself to enjoy the crisp effervesce on his tongue. He much preferred whisky, but he can appreciate a quality Brut.

For the rest of the ride, he talked to Hux about tour details. Horizons was already signed on as a co-headliner. Kylo was excited to play with Sykes again. Hux had asked if the band would be interested in doing some of the major music festivals during the tour. Kylo said he didn’t mind. Those were great opportunities to expose the band to new fans and to make connections within the music community.

“Ok everyone” Phasma calls over the noise “we are about to arrive. Remember you represent both yourselves and D’Kar. Enjoy yourself but keep your shit together.” She eyes everyone, her steely glare serious. Kurak snorts into his drink as the limo slows to a stop. “Yes Ma’am” he says sarcastically as he smoothes out his teal suit jacket.

Even through the door and tinted windows, Kylo could hear the crowd. He takes a breath and runs his hand through his hair. He can do this, playing his part. Smile, answer questions, play a couple songs and then find his friends and survive the night with little to no drama. As the limo door opens, Kylo steps out into a world of flashing lights and overwhelming sound.

The pain continues... 💔

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[deexchanel]

Blind : Part 2

Word Count:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Arguments, Angst Then mentioning of drugs & Fluff.

-Read Blind first-

Summary: Roles has reverse on the best friends, monday morning he starts on trying to get Elara back but someone has caught her eye.

A/N: I hope this is as interesting as the last one. @demonic-black-queen just for you luv😘���🏾

Corell & Kaylee

Corell’s alarm woke up her up exactly at 6:30 a.m. She made her way into her personal bathroom to began on her hygiene. Her phone buzzed while she was putting on deodorant. It was her boyfriend calling.

“Good Morning Beautiful.” Her boyfriend smiled into the camera. A smile grew onto her face as she propped the phone up. “ Good Morning baby.”

He sat the phone down, turning the steering wheel. “Were you able to talk to Elara about her behavior?”

Corell pulled her hair into a ponytail, “No, but I was going to say something about it this morning. Where you able to pay off your car note before going to work?”

“Yeah but it made me 10 minutes late. This was supposed be a quick phone call to see if you’ve gotten up.”

“Okay baby. I love you baby and talk to you on your break.”

“I love you too ma.”

Corell flipped the switch to the bathroom and made way to her baby sister room. “El. Time to get up love bug.”

The covers shifted and moved from on top of her head. Rubbing the sleep out her eyes, Elara grumbled, “Good Morning.” Corell chuckled, “We need to have a talk though.”

Elara sat up, giving her older sister the required attention. “What do we need to talk about?”

“I just want you to be good at school. I know I’m just your sister and not mom but just give me a little break on getting trouble at school. Don’t get suspended again okay?” Corell sat on the bed beside El. She gave her a hug, “I love you sis!”

Elara nodded her head hugging back, “I love you too sis! I won’t get suspended again.”

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Bucky waited by his car for Elara’s to pull in. Yesterday the conversation between him and Rydee went in the direction of Elara’s truthfulness. He should’ve believe his best friend but he didn’t and now he regrets it.

Elara’s Honda accord pulled into the parking lot with her speakers blasting. Her sister gifted her car after passing her driver’s test. Today she looked beautiful as ever getting out the car . She always look great but today she caught his attention way more.

Those shorts looked so good on her body, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Damn, why is he feeling this now? Maybe he now notices her because he can’t get near her. Her lips looked soft as she talked to Kaylee, her skin glowed with the sun. Them legs, whew, he knew she was going to get dressed coded. She is a fine piece art that he didn’t want no one to have.

To admit to himself, he was falling for his now ex-best friend. He definitely had to get her back. Bucky opened his book bag on the hood of his car, seeing if he had a pair of shorts. He did. James walked past the girls to head to the football field and he tossed her a pair of shorts.

Elara caught the tossed folded shorts in confusion, “What is this? I should throw it somewhere else.” She opened them to see that it was shorts.

“Girl he doing you a favor, you know they going to dress code that ass after these photos.” Kaylee swiped her finger to find the right filter and when she did, she held the phone out and they posed.

He backed off for now, trying to find his best mates. “Man I messed up with Elara guys.” Bucky sigh as he sat down at the cafeteria table. Loki peeped up from his book.

“Steve tried to stop your argument yesterday but you guys just kept going.”

“I know she just made so mad at first cause I didn’t believe her. I talked to Rydee and she spilled to me that all of it was true. I regretted everything and I’m so mad at myself for doing Elara like that.” Bucky ran his hand through his long brown hair. He looked around the cafeteria, in hopes of finding Elara. She’s been on his mind all morning.

“Women are emotional beings. The argument from yesterday really cut deep for her. You have to give her time Buck, that’s all.” Steve shrugged his shoulders, then took a sip of his juice. Bucky skimmed through the cafeteria once again, noticing that Elara’s bookbag took an empty spot by Kaylee. He raised an eyebrow, getting up from the seat.

“James where you going?” Tony asked as Bucky grabbed his phone. The question was ignored as Bucky left the cafeteria with a little scurry. Once making it in the halls, he turned the corner to see Elara talking to this guy.

Jealousy kicked in on Bucky and he stood there debating on if he wanted to step in. She had on her outfit from earlier which means she either took em off or never wore them. The guy had grabbed Elara’s waist pulling her closer and that was Bucky’s last straw.

Anger flowed through his veins. Without thinking, Bucky made way over to Elara. His arm snakes around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. “Sorry for the interpretation she gave you but she’s mine,”

“My bad Bucky. Bye Elara.” The guy straight faced Bucky but gave El a smile then left them standing there. Elara tried to take deep breaths but it wasn’t working.

“Bucky what the fuck are you doing?!”

“You don’t need to be talking to him Elara.“

Elara waved him off, “You made it very clear to me yesterday that you chose her. So the best thing you can do is leave it at that.”

“Then you out here with these shorts on like come on. I gave you pair to wear, where are they?”James furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m not listening to you talk to me about that. I don’t care!”

He can’t focus when she look this good. Bucky pulled her closer to him, “Elara I’m sorry. I really am.” Elara snatched away from him.

“No! No you can’t do this apologizing shit. You hurt me yesterday all because I chose to take up for you. I am your best friend and you still took her side!” Elara raised her voice, tears fell down her cheeks. “Bucky I don’t want nothing to do with you right now!”

“I can’t argue with you El, I have a soft spot for you. I’m putting everything aside for you. I’m genuinely sorry,” Bucky wiped her tears away, looking into her chocolate eyes. He hated seeing Elara this way, he could tell that really hurt her feelings and thats why he's willing to apologize instead of argue.

Elara didn’t give in as much as she wanted too. “ No, Bucky.” She moved his hand away, trying to farther distance between them. Their eye contact never broke. He wrapped his arm around her waist again and backed onto the wall, his arm hovered above as he leaned down placing his lips onto hers.

Just a simple kiss but it meant everything to them.

——————-

Bucky and Elara sat on the front porch waiting on Kaylee to pull up. He insisted on doing whatever she was doing today so they can spend more time together.

“Is this going to hurt?” Bucky sat beside Elara eyeing the pack. Having his best friend back had him feeling complete. Now a part of him wonder where they stand now that they’ve kissed. They haven’t talked about it but it haven’t been any weird vibes either.

“No Bucky.” She laughed taking out her pre roll that Kaylee took her personal time on. “Well the cough might be a bit much.”

Bucky nodded looking a little uneasy at the blunt.

two minutes later

Kaylee pulled up in her brother’s car for the session. Nothing like a good ole hotbox that’ll get you right.“Oouh Bucky you finna be highh.” Kaylee laughed as he got in the back and Elara got in the front.

“Bestieee!”

“Bestie!”

“You guys were just on the phone a second ago.” Bucky complained from the backseat. Both girls shrugged their shoulders laughing.

Kaylee sparked the blunt.

————

Elara turned around to see Bucky eyes red as hell. “Bucky you good?” Her blinking felt so slow.

He started smiling, not taking his eyes off her. “Yeah.” Without her noticing, he’s been watching her majority of the time and everything she did, El looked so beautiful to him.

El laughed so hard, he looked so stupid right now. His long hair was sticking to his face a bit, his cheeks were red with sweat on them, his arms glistening in sweat from the heat of the hot box since he had on a black wife beater.

(Can you imagine that? im high asf fantasizing about this shit)

(my ideal bucky with a wife beater and sweaty. i love civil war bucky cause he soo beefy like how i like it😩. it turns me onn)

He looked so fine, like El couldn’t stop staring at him fine. Kaylee had interrupted her fantasy by talking shit to Bucky. “Damn Bucky why you smiling so hard at my girl.” she looked into the rear view mirror.

“Cause she’s beautiful.” Bucky winked at her which made Elara weak in the knees. He don’t know what he does to her. Their eye contact never broke, now making El want to sit back there with him and slam her lips onto his. She passed the blunt to him, fighting the urge to fuck this man.

“How long have you been doing this Elara and where the hell have I been?” Bucky asked then took a hit. Elara just stared at his chest.

my god.

“El, bitch he asked you a question.” Kaylee nudged her back into life.

“Oh shit I don’t like onions in my food.” Elara rub the back of her neck.

“girl what the fuck is you talking about?” Kaylee laughed, nudging El then she started laughing "Girl I was thinking about something to eat." Bucky joined in to until everyone was coughing, it was time to get out.

The three of went to Kaylee’s house after the smoke session. Kaylee lead straight to the kitchen, her mother had made a nice dinner. "You know you don't need two drinks Bucky." Elara giggled as she tried to dodge his kisses. They were sitting on the couch while the food heated up. “You don’t know what I need El.” He laid on top of her, just being annoying.

"Give me a kiss!"

"Ah!"

They rolled onto the floor with her now laying on top of him. They were in a laughing fit.

Elara filled in the gap between them, as Bucky hands flew to her waist. He could never get tired of kissing her. "Mhm." He adjusted her on top of him, letting his friend grow which she most definintely felt.

"Bucky!" Elara giggled pulling away from him. She was turned on but was not ready. "I'm going to go check on the food."

He licked his lips nodding, loving the view as she got up and walked away. Bucky laid there for a second until he heard buzzing. It wasn't his business until he heard it buzz again. Peeking up slowly, He noticed Elara's phone sitting on the couch, lit as another notification flashed on the screen.

It burned his insides to check but Bucky was quick to give in. Seeing that they were IMessages, he typed in her password, going to them to see that it was from that guy in the hallway.

Tre

Are you still coming to see me tonight?

Tre

You act like you can't text back so text me later.

"What the fuck?" Bucky mumbled getting pissed off the second he read the messages, not knowing that Elara was making her way back to him. "Bucky the food is- Why are you going through my phone??" Seeing his hard expression, she knew he had saw the messages between her and Tre.

Bucky stood up, holding a tight grip on her phone.

Their eye contact never broke.

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Whewww not Bucky feelin that same jealous El felt.

anyway.

Stay Slutty My Friends <3

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x black oc #bucky barnes x female reader

[ssruis]

14,17, 19? - sakitenmaenjoyer

14. Favorite vocals in the game

If this question is about which characters I think have the best vocals: I think rui is my favorite but I also really like akito/haruka/nene/mizuki/saki/ichika/an/ena.

If it’s about the best covers (not counting commissioned songs the list would get too long): ikanaide (<- PEAK. First pjsk song added to my music library. The versions on YouTube without miku are even better*), shoujo rei, At God’s mercy, mizuki’s Charles alt, rui’s as you like it alt (all of his alts are good that one’s just a favorite), nene’s racing into the night alt, ifuudoudou, akito’s airhead and fragile alts (his airhead alt is. So good.) are a few off the top of my head.

*I said no commissioned songs but I feel obligated to take this opportunity to say colopale was so evil for giving like half of salamander to miku when it would have been so much better w just akito/ena. I love miku but sometimes less is more. Look @ Cosmospice.

17. Songs you want added to the game/what unit would cover them

I have so many….

Unfriendly hater - meddmia? (Wxs specifically ruikasa. Surely they’ll put this in the game it works so well. It’s perfect.) (coping) (I genuinely think they’ll do it)

Popipo - lamazep (wxs)

Death should not have taken thee - Jesus- P (wxs) (not happening they probably would have done it with adventure log)

For dear life - NILFRUITS (vbs)

RPG - soramafuurasaka* (wxs) (far fetched but I can dream…it would be so good…)

Young girl A - siinamota (niigo)

So long - Tokyo Elvis (no idea) (not happening, small eng producer)

TAMAYA - chinozo (VBS?)

Tawagato Speaker - NEKOBOLO (idk)

Record Red - shr (niigo or wxs)

World of Wonder - daniwell (wxs or mmj)

Even though I loved you/rebirth/suck it up/mind brand/darling - MARETU (most would probably go to niigo but l/n and vbs could kill some of these)

That’s why I gave up on music/hitchcock/prostitution - yorushika* (L/N, L/N, VBS?)

Night is faint - eve* (l/n or vbs)

Luvoratorrrrry! - reol (vbs or maybe mmj)

Volt switch - deco*27 (no cover) (would be shocked if this happened)

Hito mania - sasuke haraguchi (idk)

Butcher Vanity/Lose your head - vane (eng so no cover)

Konton Boogie - jon-YAKITORY (idk)

Therefore you and me - si-o (idk. Niigo?)

You’re a useless child - kikuo (niigo probably)

Insanity - circus-P (niigo? Or vbs)

Better off worse - circus-P (eng no cover)

* not a vocaloid song but has connections to producers that are already in the game

19. Favorite cards

Constraining myself to just wxs bc of the image limit. And also I’m biased so most of them would have been wxs anyways.

Absolute favorite card. Emunene real. If I have to spark for this and destroy my savings for wxs world link I will be so mad but I will do it.

Emu cards are always so good… I don’t think I can pull for Sanrio emu though despite it being one of my favorites (devastating) (saving for wxs world link). A shout out to her untrained Phoenix card & Torpe card too… they’re so cute.

Rui also has rlly good cards I think his cyber punk card is probably in my top 10 (also can’t pull for it) and his white day card… ough the lighting/pose/composition (still mad I couldn’t pull for that)

These untraineds are favorites just because they make me giggle. Tsukasa in a crisis is Always Hysterical (also why I like his untrained Phoenix/3rd year/doll festival* cards) but I think I’ve said [insert untrained pandemonium card] while talking abt tsukasa 100 times (which I got from you) because it’s never not funny. The gokart card is just really cute I love rui’s dumb expression and the fact that he’s too goddamn tall for this ride/the pure joy on emu’s face as she turns her car directly into rui presumably in an attempt to run him off the road (I support it). But the best part of it is 100% nene being a girl failure in the back like how did you fuck up so badly. Do not let her behind the wheel of a car ever. The expression of gamer rage on her face… her mario kart skills did not transfer over… she’s pissed. 10/10.

*Doll festival card gets an extra shout out. Why is rui there. He’s not in the side stories at all. The implication that he either 1) saw tsukasa acting like the world was ending and just went “not my problem” and walked away or 2) went to go eat lunch with him and walked in on him with his head in his hands having a capital c Crisis & had to deal with that is so funny.

#asks #mine

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: May 8, 1989

Lyrics:

OK, you're on your own, it's late

Your girlfriend is on another date with the hero in your dream

Turn around, ask yourself. So, you think you're gonna win this time Manchild?

Is it the pain of the drinking

Or the Sunday sinking feeling

The car never seems to work

When it's late your girlfriend's on a date

And the hero with her in your dream

In your sleep it seemed to like you

Turn around and ask yourself

Turn around ask yourself

Manchild, will you ever win

Manchild, look at the state you're in

Could you go undercover

And sell your brand new lover (could you)

Be someone else for a night

Maybe someone else will love you

You sell your soul for a tacky song

Like the one you hear on the radio

Turn around ask yourself

Turn around and ask yourself

Manchild, will you ever win

Manchild, look at the state you're in

Manchild, he will make you cry

Manchild, Manchild, Manchild

From Monday down to Friday

You're working on another man's car

Or is it in the factory?

It doesn't matter where you are

Just turn around and ask yourself is this communication

Accentuate the positive and give some illustration

See Manchild, you're no one, you turn the microphone on

Control communication when I'm kickin' it and so on

To the point that I need, the air that I breathe

Into an audience that's waiting and ecstatic to receive-

For the meantime another mean rhyme, I keep on sayin' it

I know what the time is the crowd will keep playing it

Through the speaker boxes loud's my diagnosis

'Cause I believe in miracles and words in heavy doses.

Enough R-E-S-P-E and C-T

Respect yourself express no stress the mike is easy

Just believe that all you need is the air that you breathe.

Turn around ask yourself

Manchild, will you ever win

Manchild, look at the state you're in

Manchild, he will make you cry

Manchild, Manchild, Manchild

He's the apple of your eye

Once bitten twice shy, why don't you bite me again

Just take it in the right and go tell your friend

Are you ready for the words I turn the microphone on

A figure of speech to reach you at the back and so on

The style I'm stimulating dance floors

Raise your body temperature now and

This demands for power in the amp you know louds my diagnosis

'Cause I believe in miracles and words in heavy doses.

Songwriter:

Cameron Mcvey / Neneh Cherry / Robert Del Naja

SongFacts:

"Manchild" is a song by Swedish singer-songwriter Neneh Cherry, released as the second single from her debut album, Raw Like Sushi (1989). The single was a top-10 success in the United Kingdom, New Zealand and several European countries. "Manchild" did not chart in the United States or Canada. It was the first song Neneh sat down and wrote. She composed the song on a Casio keyboard (the same one she uses to this day), using an auto-chord setting and ended up with 7 chords in the verse alone. Neneh's stepfather Don Cherry commented on this praisingly, comparing it to a jazz song structure. Nellee Hooper did the beat for the song and wrote the rap with Robert Del Naja. Neneh then gave it to Cameron McVey, who helped to shape the song with the parts and "made it make sense".

The song's lyrics are "directed at a full-grown man who has a little more growing up to do". Neneh expressed the significance of the song for herself, stating it's where she found her sound: "I think "Manchild" was the song where I kind of found my style. I think that song, the style of the song, the spirit and the feeling of the song has reappeared; it always reappears along the way in other songs that I've written; therefore it became the most significant song that I ever wrote, in a way". The music video for "Manchild" was nominated for "Best Video" at the 1990 Brit Awards.

#Youtube #Spotify #music #music video #hit of the day #video of the day #youtube video #chaos radi o #good music #80s #80s charts #80s music #1989 #r&b soul #uk r&b #pop #hip hop #rap #hip hop rap #contemporary r&b #uk street soul #lyrics #songfacts #100 #Neneh Cherry #Manchild

[hellfirehaley]

Strange Love Chapter 12

Songs referenced: Bark at the Moon by Ozzy Osbourne and Time Warp from Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Shoutout to @realeddiemunsonstandup for helping me come up with this chapter MONTHS AGO. Like I'm talking back before I even had chapter one written. This chapter is my favorite so far to have written and I hope that you all enjoy it. As always, if you like the series and wanna be added to the taglist, please let me know in the comments. Shoutout to my bb @mvnsoneddie86 for reading over every chapter and making sure I don't sound like an illiterate mess

Masterlist:

You woke up and were already in a terrible mood thanks to the fight you had with your mother last night. She was going on about applying yourself in class more, being more accountable at home and needing to take on more hours at work: The Good Ol’ Mom Guilt Triple Threat. On top of it all, today was the anniversary of when Rob cheated on you with that bitch Misty. You just had a sinking feeling you would see them today so you debated playing sick and decided to get out of bed. You got dressed in a pair of black jeans, an oversized sweater and your lace up boots. You went downstairs expecting to see your mom but instead found a note on the counter in her place.

Went in to pick up an extra shift. Try to have a good day sweetheart. I love you

Happy Halloween

Love, Mom

Of course she was hiding after the shit she said last night, you thought. You decided to say fuck it and not go to school. You laid back down on the couch and tried to fall back asleep but after a few hours, you groaned checking the time. 10:47AM. You got up and grabbed your keys and headed out the door, your day completely changed by your shitty mood and spontaneous decision making skills. You got in the car and almost laughed at the song choice. Somebody’s Watching Me blasted through the speakers. You backed out of the driveway and took off towards Family Video. The drive was quick thanks to the lack of traffic. You arrived right at 11 as Steve was unlocking the door. He looked up at the sound of your car and looked at you with a confused smile.

“Hey Y/N aren’t you supposed to be in school?” Steve asked as he looked at you.

“Yeah but I wasn’t feeling it today. Can I rent some movies before everyone comes in and takes everything for granted?” you ask as Steve opens the door for you.

“Yeah of course. Is everything okay?” Steve asked as he took a look at you. You seemed sadder than normal and Steve hated seeing you like this.

“It’s a rough day Steeb. I just need Rocky Horror, candy and sleep,” you say plainly as you head to the shelf where your favorite movie waited. You grabbed Carrie, Alien, Friday the 13th, Day of the Dead and Evil Dead as well as a bag of popcorn and some assorted candies.

“Do you want any company? I can come round when I’m off at 4 if you want to hang out,” Steve offers, knowing exactly why you feel the way you do.

“No it’s okay I’m not gonna be very much fun to be around today and plus it's Halloween. I know you’ve got plans with Ali so don’t worry about me,” you say.

“Y/N you’re one of my best friends so I’m gonna worry about you. I just wish I could do more,” Steve said.

“Thanks Steve. I think I just need a day to myself. We can hang out tomorrow though?” you offer him.

“Sure Y/N” Steve says as he hands you back the tapes.

“I’ll catch you tomorrow okay?” you say, sliding him a 5 dollar bill for the snacks.

“Okay Y/N; I’m holding you to that.” Steve says as he waves you goodbye. You wave back as you leave. You got back in your car and started to drive towards home, mind racing over what had happened last year. You had never been hurt like you had when Rob made you feel like a fool who was at fault. The betrayal you felt when you walked back to that old wooden garage. You wished you hadn’t investigated those noises that night. The hurt you felt from Rob’s harsh words calling you a prude, a bitch, ugly and many, many other untrue things but at that time you believed it. You thought about the rage when you punched him the way your brother told you to: thumbs in, follow through, push up if you’re aiming for the nose in order to sever the nerve. You thought about how you ran to the fire in tears that night and how the one person who made you feel okay that night was Eddie Munson. What would’ve happened if you had stayed with Eddie instead of going with Steve? Would you and Eddie have become friends sooner? Would you be friends now? Either way, you got a better group of friends and your sense of self back. You changed trains of thought thinking how blessed you were with Ali, Robin, Steve and Eddie. Whenever you were with them, you were so much happier and able to be yourself. You didn’t have to hide parts or aspects of yourself

When you arrived at home, you were in a better mood. You grabbed your movies and snacks and headed inside, putting everything on the coffee table. You choose to start off with Evil Dead and got yourself set up with the candy in bowls and your drink on the coffee table while the popcorn popped in the microwave. Norm hopped up on the couch and took his spot at where your feet would be. You grabbed the popcorn and put it in its own bowl before returning to the couch right as the movie started. You got comfortable and watched the film to completion, enjoying the peace and quiet of the house to yourself. You were about to put in Day of the Dead when the phone rang. You were confused as to who would be calling and even debated sending it to your answering machine since you weren’t feeling like dealing with people. The answer machine beeped.

“Hey you’ve reached the L/N’s. Sorry we missed your call. Please leave your name, number and a detailed message and we will get back to you. Have a great day!” the machine said in the recorded message your mother recorded when you first got the device. When the machine beeped again, you heard a very familiar voice belonging to your best friend.

“Y/N? Are you there? Come on, pick up the phone. You didn’t come to school so I got worried Ali and Robin hadn’t seen you since yesterday. Are you alive?!?” you laugh at his over dramatics as you got off the couch and go to the phone, picking it up and ending the voice message.

“I’m fine Eddie. I just don’t wanna deal with people today,” you say into the phone.

“Oh thank God! I thought you were hurt or dying,” Eddie breathes. You laugh at his reaction.

“I’m fine, Eds. I just don’t wanna be at school today because it’s a hard day,” you admit.

“Want me to come over and cheer you up?” Eddie asks.

“Sure Eddie you can come over after school,” you say, “Also how’d you get my number?”

“I pestered Ali into giving it to me with the promise of checking in on you,” Eddie admitted.

“I’m not at all surprised,” you say.

“So what are you doing for the day if you’re not here?” Eddie asked.

“Movie day. I rented a bunch of horror movies and I’ve got snacks,” you say.

“Sounds like a good day to me Y/N. What? Okay fine. Hey Y/N I gotta get to class but I’ll be over as soon as class gets out okay?” Eddie says as you hear a bell ring.

“Okay Eddie sounds like a plan. I’ll see you later,” you say as you hang up the phone. You went to your living room again, switching the tape to Day of the Dead and you go to lay down on the couch, Norm warming your feet as you lay down, covering yourself with a blanket. It didn’t take long for you to get relaxed and fall asleep to the sounds of the horror.

Eddie’s pov

12:45pm

School couldn’t be any more fucking boring without Y/N. I hadn’t realized how much she makes the day go by easier. I’m really worried about her. She never not comes to school. I always see her before lunch at least once but she was nowhere to be found. So here I am at lunch, marching up to the smart kids table to ask her best friends about her. This ought to be a fucking sight considering some of them are already staring at me.

“Hey Ali?” I ask as she turned to look at me with a smile.

“Hey Eddie. What’s going on?” she asked.

‘I haven’t seen Y/N today and I was just wondering if you had seen her in class,” I said with concern. Fuck don’t give away too much.

“No, she wasn’t in class either. Maybe she took a sick day,” Ali says.

“Do you happen to know her number so I can at least call and check on her?” I ask. I knew the second I did ask that, it changed everything and I didn’t care. Y/N was one of the most important people in my life and in high school’s eyes, she’s my girl.

“Yeah. Hang on a sec and I’ll write it down,” Ali said as she fished out her notebook and a pen from her backpack.

“So what’s the plan for Halloween?” Robin asked.

“I was gonna hit a party for work then go see what Y/N was doing. What about you guys?” I ask.

“We’re going to some party over off Cherry Street that we promised we’d show up at but we might stop by if you guys are gonna be there late,” Robin says, “And send her our best obviously.”

“I’ll let her know Robin. What are you going to be this year?” I ask curiously. Robin was nice and fun to be around and I didn’t have anything against her personally. 

“I’m gonna be Stef from the Goonies and they’re gonna be Andy and Brand,” Robin said, gesturing to Ali implying Steve would be Brand. “What are you gonna be?”

“Let’s just say it’s gonna be a surprise,” I say, flashing a wicked smile. Ali handed me the note with her number on it.

“Give her my best and I’ll call if we’re about to come over,” Ali says with a smile.

“Thank you ladies. Have a spooky Halloween,” I say as I walked back to my table.

“What was that about?” Gareth asked as I took my seat at the table.

“Nothing, just needed to ask Ali a question,” I say, hoping they wouldn’t push it.

“So what are we doing for D&D tomorrow Eddie?” Mike asked as everyone’s eyes turned to me.

“You’ll have to wait and see Wheeler,” I say with a smirk.

1:15pm

As soon as I got off the phone with Y/N, I knew something was wrong.  She doesn’t just not show up for school, that’s not her. I’m going over there and I’m gonna make that girl smile. I headed to the parking lot and got to my van, thinking about how I was gonna make her day one way or another. Wait, I’ve got it! She literally said she was gonna be watching her favorite movie and dressing up as a character from said movie. I started the van and the sounds of Ozzy started playing as I got the hell outta there and headed towards home to go change. She better smile after this shit…

1:45pm

How the hell do girls do this shit? I’ve literally almost ate shit like four times getting from my bedroom to my van. Don’t even get me started on how long it took me to get down the three stairs I do have. I’ve gotta give women more credit when I see them in this stuff. I’m finally on my way to her house and I couldn’t be more anxious to see her. I try to zone out to the music that’s playing but my nerves are running rampant because I’m so excited and nervous to see her. How will she react when she sees my costume? Will she laugh? Will she smile? Will she be freaked out? Well there’s no going back now. I zone out and start singing along to the song playing.

“Those that the beast is looking for Listen in awe and you'll hear him bark at the moon. Years in torment buried in a nameless grave. Now he has risen miracles would have to save. Those that the beast is looking for Listen in awe and you’ll hear him bark at the moon . Hey yeah, bark at the moon.” I sang as I finally turned down her street and slowed down, checking to see which of her neighbors were home. Luckily, none were since it’s only 2 o’clock. 

I parked in her driveway behind her and got out, grabbing my backpack. I walked up to the door, humming to myself and tried to open the door but it was locked. I knocked a few times, hearing Norm bark but no one came to the door. Anxiety settled in from being out in public dressed like this, I walked back to the van and took off the heels, storing them in the backpack. I was not about to break my neck doing this. I took a deep breath and looked at the garden ladder and tested its sturdiness. It didn’t seem to have any problems supporting me as I started to climb up the ladder to the roof. God I hope no one is outside or driving by right now. I made quick work getting up but when I swung my leg over, the sliding snagged my fishnets and ripped a hole in them. I huffed in frustration before moving on, moving quickly to what I thought was her window, the second from the left. I looked in and saw her Steve Nicks poster, confirming it was her room. I jimmied open the window with ease and slid in. She wasn’t in her bed so she had to be here somewhere. Norm came bounding up the stairs in alarm but deflated his aggression when he saw me.

“Hey buddy. Sorry to scare you. We cool?” I ask as I extend my hand. Norm immediately comes in for pets of affection and I close the window with my free hand. I stop after a minute or two due to the sounds of screaming. I book it down the stairs to the source of the screaming only to find Y/N asleep on the couch with her hand still in a bowl of candy and Day of the Dead playing in the background as someone is being torn apart by zombies. Y/N had at least bothered to get dressed today in a pair of black jeans and a big sweater. I laughed a little at the sight before me. I almost felt bad for trying to wake her up but here we go.

“Hey Y/N” I tried. She grumbles and turns to face me, eyes closed as I crouch down to meet her eyes.

“Hey Y/N. Wake up sweetheart,” I say, slightly shaking her. She moans slightly.

“Mmmm Eddie is that you baby?”

Holy fuck. She just mumbled my name in her sleep with the pet name baby. Holy shit. God I wanna kiss her so bad right now and just say fuck his friends thing. Fuck I wanna take her right here, right now but I can’t. I can’t cross that line yet. Soon but not now. Fuck but she’s so pretty and so innocent looking. Fuck.

“Hey Y/N. Wake up,” I say, shaking her one more time, harder than this time. Her eyes open this time, meeting mine in surprise then contentment as she relaxed.

“Hi Eddie.” she says in a small voice.

“Hi Princess. I told you I was gonna check on you,” I say with a smile as I brush hair out of her face.

“Thanks Eddie, you really didn’t have to,” she says.

“Nonsense, I absolutely did have to. You’re my best friend plus I don’t dress up like THIS for just anyone,” I say, standing up in my fullest glory. She starts to look at me from head to toe. God now I’m shivering with anticipation.

YOUR POV

I literally couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Eddie “The Freak” Munson showed up at my house dressed up as Dr. Frank-N-Furter from my favorite movie. IN FULL DRAG REGALIA. PEARLS, GAUNTLETS, FISHNETS, CORSET. He really went all out with it and I’m actually losing my shit right now. Okay I admit it: I have a crush on Eddie Munson.

“You look absolutely amazing Eddie! Oh my god! Is this what you were planning and you kept it a total secret from me!” you say totally shocked.

“Yep! Took me weeks to get the details right but I wanted to make you smile because I know today is a hard day for you,” Eddie says. You feel touched he went through all of this for you.

“Thanks Eddie,” you say.

“Do you wanna talk about it at all? It might help you feel better,” Eddie offered. Part of you wanted to just swallow in on yourself rather than talk about your feelings but it was Eddie asking and he wasn’t one to judge someone.

“I couldn’t deal with seeing Rob and Misty today. I’ve been fighting with my mom over college for like a week and I feel like I’m under so much stress I could just break at a moment’s notice,” you ramble.

“I get it. Is there anything I can do to help you?” Eddie asks as he sits down on the chair closest to me.

“Just stay. I can’t deal with people today but I wanna hang out with you because you make me feel better. I guess in a way you always have,” you realize.

“What do you mean Princess?” Eddie asks, eyebrows quirking up.

“Do you remember last Halloween? How we met?” you ask.

Eddie’s POV

Did I remember it? Fuck it was the night that changed my life. She came up to the bonfire, similar to how she had a few weeks ago, but the first time she was in tears, holding her hand in pain as she kept repeating the word “Bastards” over and over again.

“I remember a little witch emerging to the bonfire from the woods holding her hand in pain and she asked me if I had a cigarette. I gave it to her and lit it for her. She told me she was having a tough night and I listened to her story of heartbreak,” I recall.

“You listened Eddie! I spent the last year before that with a man who didn’t listen. You even helped me stop my knuckles from being broken by resetting that one,” she recalls.

“Oh my god that’s right! Sorry about that by the way,” I say, remembering her scream when I did reset her finger since she forgot to throw with her thumb tucked in.

“Don’t be. I needed it in more ways than one,” she says. I continue to relive that night and I remember how hurt Y/N was and to this day, it infuriates me how someone could do something so cold-blooded to someone who fits the cookie cutter mold. It’s almost like this girl was the girl I’ve spent the last year searching for and she’s this close to being mine.

“Anyways. What are our movie options since we’re not paying attention to this one?” I ask, changing the subject so I could stop thinking about her for a little bit.

“Um, some basics like Alien, Rocky Horror, Carrie and Friday the 13th. I already watched Evil Dead,” she says 

“Could we watch Friday the 13th?” I ask as I get up to take out the current tape. She wolf whistled when I had my back turned.

“Nice ass Munson,” she complimented and I thanked Satan for having my back turned to her because I was definitely blushing as I shook my ass a little extra.

“Enjoying the show?” I tease as I replace the tape. 

“Oh yes. More please,” she joked. I continued for a minute while the previews started, getting really into my dance before making my way back to the couch.

“Make room” I say as she scoots up and makes room for me behind her. I squeezed in and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in close. We watched as the opening scene started: a pair of camp counselors sneak off to have sex and get stabbed. She jumped a little of the jump scare so I pulled her closer.

“I got you Y/N. No reason to be scared, pretty girl,” I say as I brush her hair softly from the back. The movie started to explain the backstories but I found myself thinking about her. How I was able to make her happy and make a bad day for her turn into an okay day. I hope she knows she does the same for me. We watched Friday the 13th, Carrie and Alien. I tried not to laugh when Y?N hid her face in my corseted chest during the chest burster scene in Alien but protected her nonetheless.

“Alright. Go put your costume on. If we’re gonna watch Rocky Horror; we’re gonna do it properly.” I say to her, patting her on the thigh to signal her to get up. She laughed a little but complied, going upstairs to go change I assume. I grabbed my backpack and started to grab my lunch pail out when the phone rang. I debated answering it but it wasn’t my house.

“Could you get that?” Y/N yelled down the stairs.

“Sure!” I say back as I got up to run to the kitchen. Fuck!

“L/N residence,” I say as cheerily as I could muster.

“Uhhh..Y/N?” a voice said that I could recognize a little bit.

“She’s busy at the moment. Who could I tell her is calling?” I ask seriously.

“It’s Ali. Who the fuck is this?” she sneers. I laugh in relief.

“It’s Eddie. She’s getting changed right now into her costume. She’s doing okay now but I’m not sure how she’s gonna be feeling later,” I admit.

“Oh thank God, it’s you. I thought it was some stranger. Okay I’m glad she’s doing okay. We’re about to go to Jimmy Gershwin’s party then we might stop by afterwards,” Ali says as Y/N walks down the stairs in a bedazzled gold blazer, matching top and bow tie with striped shorts, black tights, blue socks and black heeled shoes. She looked amazing, it made me super glad I decided to match her costume. 

“Well if you end up not being able to make it, meet us at the movies tomorrow at 8?” I say as Y/N got closer.

“You got it” Ali says as she says she’s gotta go and hangs up.

“Who was that?’ Y/N asks.

“Oh it was Ali saying she was going to some party but was checking on you,” I say taking in her costume again.

“Well I feel better now thanks to you,” she says with a smile.

“You look amazing,” I say to her, earning a bigger smile.

“So do you Eddie,” she says. “Want a drink or something?” She offers, going to the bar in the kitchen, heels clicking against the linoleum.

“Sure surprise me?” I ask as she grabs a few bottles. I watched as she started to mix up some of the liquor into a shaker thing.

“How do you know how to do this?” I ask.

“My dad taught my brother and I early on so he didn’t have to make his own drinks,” she admits.

“Where is your dad now?” I ask.

“With Sharon,” she says venomously. “I’m kind of the reason my parents' marriage ended but I couldn’t just sit on the lie and see my mom live a lie,” she said as she walked to the fridge and grabbed an orange.

“I think you did the right thing,” I say to her as I sit at the counter.

“I do too but like I miss having a dad” she admits sadly.

“At least we’ve got awesome uncles who can fill that role” I note as she looks at me with a sadder smile.

“You’ve got a point” she says as she slices two big slices of orange and puts them on the rim of the glasses.

“I’m sorry you’re going through so much,” I say genuinely.

“It’s okay. At least alcohol exists,” she says as she shakes the drink for a few seconds before pouring the drinks perfectly. She puts the shakers in the sink and walked towards me with drinks in both hands.

“You ready for this?” I ask taking the drink from her dominant hand. She nodded and led the way towards the living room, putting her drink down on one of the coasters as she started the last movie. I followed her lead and put my drink down as I settled into my spot on her couch. She returned to my side, leaning forward to get her drink. We watched as the floating lips introduced the film and she sang along to every word. When the Brad and Janet storyline started, I grabbed my drink and took a few big gulps. Damn, it was really good. She really did know how to make a drink. When it came time for the Time Warp, Y/N put her drink down and grabbed my free hand.

“Dance with me?” she asked with her best puppy dog eyes, I couldn’t resist. I got up, putting my drink down and following her instructions. When the time came, I did exactly what she said: I jumped to the left, stepped to the right, put my hands on my hips, put my knees in tight, did my best pelvic thrust and rolled my hips in circles before jumping back and forth with her.

“Perfect! You did great Eddie.” she complimented as she kept dancing. We continued to dance for the rest of the song and smiled at each other when we finished.

“You definitely are Frank-N-Furter tonight Eddie Munson. I really can’t believe you did all this just for me. Just…thank you.” she said emotionally. I immediately pulled her into my arms, hugging her closely.

“I just want you to be happy Y/N” I say honestly.

“I am, Eddie, for the first time in a really long time.” she says into my chest.

“Good. Let’s toast to it in fact.” I say, pulling away enough to grab her drink and hand it to her. She takes it and I grab my own, raising it.

“To my best friend in this world. May she have all the happiness in the world because she deserves it. May she find more happiness in the upcoming months and find herself even more than she already has,” I say, bringing my glass to hers to clink. I notice tears in her eyes but she says nothing as she drinks a big swig of her cocktail. I do the same before setting it down and sitting back down on the couch. Y/N joins me and takes off her heels, pulling her feet under the blanket and laying down into my side. I wrap my arm around her and rub my thumb along her bicep in circles. We stay like that for the rest of the movie, only moving to drink our cocktails which were finished before Frank-N-Furter slept with Brad and Janet. I could feel her putting more support on me, signaling she was tired. I debated carrying her to her bed now but decided to wait until the movie was over. By the time it did end, she was almost asleep again.

“Hey Y/N” I try.

“Hm?” she answers.

“Hey we’re gotta do those dishes before bed otherwise your mom will know that we got into her stuff,” I warn and she slowly raises off the couch, stretching out her body. She got up and went to the kitchen, filling the sink with soapy water.

“I’m gonna go change real quick” I say loudly to her, grabbing my backpack and getting out my spare change of clothes. I went to the bathroom and started to take off the bottom part of my costume, undoing the garter belt and stripping off the black leather underwear and fishnets, swapping for my boxers and pajama bottoms. Much better, I thought to myself as I tried to undo the corset but couldn’t reach around my back. I sighed in frustration before exiting the bathroom and going back to the kitchen. Y/N was almost done with the dishes.

“Hey Y/N? Could you help me out?” I ask. She looks up and sees me motioning to the corset. She nods and comes behind me. Her hands, warm from the dish water, made quick work of getting the thread loosened and within minutes, I was freed from my trap and able to breathe normally again.

“Thank you,” I said, taking it off fully and putting it in my hands.

“No problem. I’m gonna change into my pajamas. Are you gonna stay the night?” she asked, eyes lighting up.

“If that’s what you want” I say.

“It is,” she says as she goes upstairs. I smiled at the thought of her wanting me around as I started to clean up the rest of the living room, putting the tapes back in a stack and putting all my stuff back in the backpack, making sure to hide my costume well. When she returned in her pajamas, she called for Norm and let him outside. I followed her with the joint and lighter in hand. She was seated in one of her patio seats and I took the other one, lighting the joint as I settled in.

“Are we going to school tomorrow?” I ask as I exhale my hit.

“I wanna say no but I already know my mom is gonna be here in the morning so we kind of have to,” she says.

“Well it should be easy. Everyone will either be hungover or worried about the football game,” I say, passing the joint to her. She takes it and hits it, holding the smoke for a bit before exhaling.

“Do you ever think about leaving Hawkins?” she asks before hitting the joint again.

“Like all the time. What’s on your mind?” I ask as I take the joint back from her.

“How everyone is so worried about reputations. What would it be like to be in a town where your reputation didn’t mean shit? Like a –”

“Fresh start?” I offer as I exhale my hit.

“Yeah exactly,” she says, “Maybe college can be my fresh start away from here but my mom wants me to stay close and go to Purdue or University of Indiana or some shit like Leo did. The perfect fucking song,” she spat at the end with an eye roll. “I think I’m good on that actually. You can finish it,” she says as she sits there in silence for a few minutes, clearly trying to work something out for herself. I smoke the rest of the joint and stub it out before tossing it somewhere in the yard.

“Ready to go lay down?” I ask as Norm comes back to the porch. She unhooks him and opens the door for us, Norm leading the way as we went to her room. She laid down in her bed first, taking the right side. I turned off the light and made my way to the bed, crawling in before pulling her close.

“Goodnight Y/N. Sweet dreams” I say as I get comfortable.

“Goodnight Eddie, thank you again for today,” she says in a small voice.I leaned forward and kissed her head.

“Anytime Princess” I say as we both drift off to sleep, my mind racing with thoughts of her.

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[janelevy]

tagged by @rachel-bloom ily!!

what book are you currently reading? 

before i fall by lauren oliver. just a quick reread before i (hopefully) get some new books for christmas!

what’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? 

well i only saw 2 in theaters (top gun: maverick and don’t worry darling), sooo out of those 2... i guess it would have to be top gun

what do you usually wear? 

currently i’m loving sweaters/flannels/hoodies + basic blue jeans or black leggings. my fave jacket atm is my yellowjackets letterman that i spent way too much money on

how tall are you? 

i guess like 5′3-ish? but honestly people tell me i seem taller so? maybe the doctor has been lying all these years who knows

what’s your star sign? 

gemini, unfortunately

do you go by your name or a nickname?

i prefer my nickname! just em for me, thanks.

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? 

i went through a few phases as a kid tbh. first i wanted to be a vet, then a teacher. neither of those have panned out. i’m still in school and i’ve been writing as a hobby for over 10 years so i guess you could say i’m still doing what i liked to do for fun when i was a kid? but career-wise, so far nope.

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one? 

i am not. and currently my only crushes are talented famous people who don’t know i exist.

dogs or cats? 

dogs!

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

i jumped around several fandoms and projects this year, but my baby for 2022 would have to be my yellowjackets time loop fic “freeze”. probably my favorite line for it atm is “In every version of today, Jackie is falling for her best friend. On another today, she even got to kiss her. That will have to be enough.” god i just love jackie and shauna so so much

what’s something you would like to create content for?

there are several fandoms that i get momentarily obsessed with and then they seem to pass through my awareness like sand in a sieve. i would be quite late to the party, but i’d still like to finish that paper girls fic i started someday. i also want to write something leighton-focused for the sex lives of college girls because yeah, i obviously have a Type when it comes to characters.

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with? 

yellowjackets, always. also sex lives of college girls and wednesday (was not expecting that one, but here we are)

what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? 

don’t worry darling 🙈 i’m such a big florence fan so i really was looking forward to it. i also thought i was let down by taylor’s new album but i’ve warmed up to midnights after a few more listens (still feel meh towards it compared to folklore & evermore, tho)

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

umm... is it weird to say problem-solving? just like generic everyday issues, sometimes it seems like i look at them from a different angle than my family does

are you religious? 

nope! still celebrate certain “religious” holidays tho

what’s something you wish to have at this moment? 

call me materialistic, but a nice new car. the speaker system/radio in mine is completely shot and i’m just tired of it lmao

tagging @avatrices @wannaliveattheholidayinn @wirypsychiatrist @crockettmarcel @flythesail @lessonincanvases @alittlebitbrave but zero pressure ofc

also tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it!! i’d love to learn how y’all are doing!

[slow-button-off]

Charles's strategy today compared to the sprint = ♥️

Instead of trying to overtake Verstappen at the start and being pushed again, he got right behind him, stuck with him and bided his time, putting pressure on him all the while ♥️♥️♥️

A lot of drivers would have tried to get p1 immediately. But Charles knew p2 was the best position to be at the beginning. No unnecessary risks taken and controlling the situation from the start 😭

(And getting away from Sainz as fast as possible)

He sees the bigger picture.

Binotto said he was incredibly surprised by today's performance from Ferrari and the fact that they forced Verstappen into a third pit stop

Really insane!

That first overtake really took Max by surprise it seems, and he even had to correct his path (English isn't my native language I hope you get what I mean lol)

The last laps took away about 10 years of my life tho because of the throttle and downshift problems 😅

Ferrari needs to get on top of their mechanical and reliability issues because we need more exciting races like this one!!

Hiya!

Firstly, thanks for the long asks! I love all of these! I might just take a bit longer to reply because there is so much to talk about.

Secondly, not a native English speaker either so sometimes what I say also doesn't make perfect sense in English but anyway, everything you said made sense.

Yeah they got it right which was great to see! And that they weren't pressured into things by Max pitting so early. Iirc mattia said that they used the sprint as an experiment type thing to check out the tyre deg and they knew that theirs was better than RBs.

With Charles start he did take a different line than in the sprint so Max couldn't squeeze him into the wall which would mean that Carlos could've gotten him. But it also helped that George had such a good start and Carlos was preoccupied with keeping them behind and so the first two just sped off.

Charles also said that the first few laps he still wanted to take it a bit slow and then attack which he did. I've heard it quite a lot about these new tyres that you really need to take the time to get them up to temp or you'll ruin them.

Charles definitely sees the bigger picture! It's also why he was so ready to have to keep re-overtaking Max.

I think everyone was a bit surprised by the tyre Deg differential between RB and Ferrari. Max for sure was. I think it's a thing on both sides where Ferrari were better than expected and RB was worse than expected.

Honestly, I've watched that overtake with every commentary I have access too and they were all surprised including me. He seemed wayyy too far away but he did it! He's been so incredible on the brakes this season! I mean the car definitely helps that, but he brakes soooo late and keeps getting it right without major lock ups.

And yes max did definitely had to back out a bit or he'd have risked them both. Which is smart. But I love it when these two battle especially in these new cars because they are both super aggressive but don't force it too much because they know they'll have another chance.

Same the last few laps killed me! I already was ready to faint! It was horrible! And then the gap also kept getting smaller because of Charles turn 3 because of the stupid throttle. I don't think I would've lasted another lap tbh. He couldn't downshift because the software doesn't allow that if the revs are too high and they were too high because of the stuck throttle. So that stupid pedal really tried to cause all the issues it could've on those last laps.

I think Mattia said that they know what the issue with Charles engine was and they think it's the same for Carlos and that they are fully focused ok fixing it. So that would be lovely if they could maybe do that like now. But at least they know what the issue is. That's a good start and often harder to figure out than one thinks.

I just love seeing Charles win lol but also the battle with him and Max have been so nice because they've been really clean. And they are for the lead so thats extra lovely.

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