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S T O C K H O L M 🍒 S Y N D R O M E

《Toki Wartooth, Metalocalypse》

Warnings: abduction, cursing, alcohol/drug use/mention,

Chapter 2, Fade To Black

"no one but me; an save myself; but it's too late; now I can't think; think why I should even try..."

-metallica

°•♡

Chapter 1; "Oh boys..." Toki groaned to himself. Little did he know.

Little did he know what he was in for.

It was loud until the lights came on over the stage. It was empty. Not even a drum set or microphone. The fog machines cut on, as routinely, but still no band. There were no cheers. Only confused murmurs. Even the scent of earthy marijuana arose, but there was still no band. Minutes passed before people started shouting angrily and starting a mob.

Then a man stepped onto the stage, announcing that the band was... gone.

°•♡

"What the fuck?! You alcoholics would really go out of your way to kidnap a whole ass goddamn band for kicks?!"

"Reefer!"

"Yeah! Be more original! Wait are we in a fucking plane?"

"No, dumbass."

"Noia, get us out of heeere!!"

"Dumbass, I am also tied up, just be quiet. Please!"

The room was so pitch black you couldn't tell who you were talking to. They had been knocked out, tied up, and shipped to a whole new location. It smelt like beer and weed, and the band only does one of them. The two men (and one woman) were out of their minds from this new type of marijuana they got their hands on. It surprised them that it's lasted this long.

"Oh shit."

"Reefer" was the band's drummer. Active and loud. He had long curly hair that he usually kept pulled up, a few strands straying over his forehead, and looks like 1988 Jason Newsted. He was the one who supplied the others with their gold.

"What.. did you piss yourself?"

There was a sudden burst of laughter from the rhythm guitarist at her own joke. She was Reefer's sister, "Mary Jane". They were inseparable and equally annoying and energetic. She had curly blonde hair, too, but it was more like the Steven Adler curly hair than the Jason Newsted curly hair that Reefer had. They were literally the same person just with different genitals. They weren't twins, Reefer was a year older, but they sure could pass as such.

"Gross, dude."

The bassist chuckled. He had long, dark brown shaggy hair. He was soft spoken and never said anything to hurt another. Though his personality was often misinterpreted by his dark clothes and black metal tees. He was the most tolerable out of the three. "Gasper" they called him, and he just so happened to be the siblings' cousin.

"Hey, Noia?" Reefer called out. His tone serious and foreshadowing a question. "What?"

Lastly, there was "Paranoia", or Noia. She was the face of the band, the singer and lead guitarist. She didn't smoke as much as the rest. In fact, she rarely ever did unless they drove her to that state of need. She had slicked back dark hair and a black and white distortingly painted face and over it, a skull cat mask. She was the only one in the band to wear something other than their regular clothes on stage: a long black witch-like spider-like dress with a high slit and elbow-length white gloves. She was the glue that held the band together, the one who got them popular, the one that got them together. Currently, she was mildly annoyed at her bandmates' immaturity in this situation.

"I think your folks probably kidnapped us uh..." Reefer chuckled tensely and started to cough. By the feel of the wet droplets on her leg she could tell he was beside her. She turned her head with a snarl. "Do not fucking joke about that." She spat. "Yeah, Reef... that was... uh-" Mary started to giggle, "kinda insensitive."

"Womp womp."

"Reef, dude, you need to stop. She'll fuck you up." Gasper said cautiously. "Sorry.."

"Better be." She huffed, shuffling her feet within the scratchy restraints. How these fuckers managed to abduct a whole band? Easy, ... Yeah, how did these fuckers manage? Her memory was fuzzy from fainting. She must have gotten knocked out by some gas.

"Noia, I'm sorry." Reefer repeated. "Yeah, you already said that." She chuckled. There was a second of eerie silence. "Oh yeah." He started to giggle. She sighed out of her nose and pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her head on them. She tried to convince herself that it really wasn't her folks.

The faint alcohol scent... it was like a bottle was spilt in here. She thought. Her folks didn't drink alcohol. That soothed her a bit. There was a rattle in the darkness and the room went silent. No sniffles or coughs. Not even a shuffle. Then a light flicked on, temporarily blinding the four.

"Alright, uh, so here's the plan..." A growl-like voice echoed off the walls. "Oh fuck off dickhead!" Reefer shouted and started to cough again. "Ignore him!" Mary exclaimed. "Oh uh... sorry, doods... for de whole uh... kidnapping thing." The redhead chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. There was a moment of silence. "Yeah, no problem." Reefer remarked.

"Y'know, it's only mandatory that we uh keep you guys in here until we release the new album. To get out fans back, you know..." The big noir said awkwardly. "I mean, uh, you guys are cool and brutal, but that's kind of our thing." The four stared at the men in front of them in silence. The noir cleared his throat and started again, "So uh... we'll be out there- working and shit and uh you guys can uh... hang out in here."

"What if I have to take a shit?" Reefer asked bluntly. "Yeah! What if we get hungry, huh?" Mary Jane added on, kicking her red-booted feet out. She had on some bell bottoms and a white tank top with a denim jacket to pull the look together. Her glittery eye shadow glimmered in the dim light. "Um..." The tall blonde exchanged glances between the other three and blurted: "Tokis will takes cares of that."

"Rights, Toki?"

The long haired brunet lifted his head "Uh, yeah. Sures." He sounded like he desperately yearned to be elsewhere. To not be apart of this offense. And he did. He yearned to be out of here, back in America in that shabby little shop with the girl he labeled "His". He didn't want to be apart of this from the start: he liked this band. He didn't like how the cat last was glaring at him with her dark eyes behind her mask, because it reminded him of His Girl. There was a nature aroma in the room with hints of cheap, manly cologne and sweet, fruity perfume. Yet, he couldn't guess who was wearing what.

As quick as The Talk, as they had called it behind the door, began, it ended. The others left, leaving the door open and Toki behind to collect their needs. "Hey, Toki! Get me some chips or something, man." Reefer said, throwing his head back in boredom. "Yeah! Me, too!" Mary added. Toki nodded. There was no other requests so he turned around for the door.

"I want a beer."

He stopped and turned back. It was the car lady. Her intimidating glare had dropped and she was looking down at her black heels. She sounded defeated and tired, even Reefer could catch the lack of hope in her voice. Toki added it to his list, feeling greatly sorry for the lady, and left the room. The door closed with a gentle bam and the intoxicated ramble erupted.

"A beer?" Gasper repeated almost sadly. Paranoia drinking wasn't rare, but drinking alone? That was a once in a blue moon event. He wasn't exactly sad, but worried and sympathetic. Had the siblings finally tugged her strings too hard? She didn't respond. "Noia," he said. "You could get us out of here, right? You were working on it. The soft one."

"I can not."

"What?"

"I said I can not!" Her voice raised with anger and aggravation. This instance was rare. Especially if it involved Gasper. "You can't or you can't take advantage?" Reefer scoffed. His tone was laced with spite. With spite from all those failed times of getting a record deal in the past. No one wanted a cover band full of stoners. And Paranoia had all she needed to convince the companies, but she couldn't. "I refuse to take advantage. It would not feel right if we did not earn it ourselves." She'd say.

"Both."

There was silence. Not even a smart remark from Reefer or a whiney protest from Mary. Silence. The brunet came back soon and there was still silence. He had two bags of chips and a green tinted glass bottle in his hands. Also a ring of keys between his fingers. Paranoia looked over to Reefer, the chains around his ankles and wrists, as the brunet crouched down on the other side of him. She noticed that she was bonded with scratchy rope. As Toki unlocked Reefer and Mary, only to lock their hands back to their front, Noia shifted in her restraints. They were tied with a tough knot. No amount of pulling from her advantage would knock it loose. He then moved over to her.

She felt the rope come loose and she instantly rubbed her tired wrists. He was gentle with his touches as he brought her hands to her front. He then began to tie them loosely as she stared into his eyes. He could start sweating at how coldly she was staring. Every time he glanced up to meet them, he felt his soul contort painfully. He popped the lid off of the bottle with on of the keys and slipped it in her hands. That cold stare of hers made him shiver. "Thank you."

Her voice was much warmer than her stare. It game him a sense of comfort. Oddly. "N-no problems." He stuttered as he stood up. "Anythings else?" He asked the room. There was no answer.

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Finally, they had all fallen asleep. They all except Noia, of course. She was sipping on her second bottle of beer. She stared blankly into the darkness. The only sound in the room was her nails against the glass occassionally clicking and the sleepy breathing and snoring from the others. Her mind spun. She had so many thoughts but only one stood out: this is all my fault.

She got them together. She got them famous. She got them stadiums. She got them in this position. And then soon she'd get Dethklok in trouble and their fans would riot. She'd get them killed. It was a risk before when they were just a party and garage band. Her folks.

During her rapid fire self-blaming episode, the door opened. It was left unnoticed as she gulped down the rest of the beer. The figure didn't catch her eye until she felt hands tugging at her restraints. She gasped instinctively and jerked away. Her eyes were adjusted to the darkness, but she could only see a masculine figure. She didn't complain about being untied. He moved down to her ankles and her knees fell apart. She jumped up to her feet, holding the glass bottle like a bat.

"Comes with mes."

It was their server. Toki.

She lowered her weapon and he began to step over the sleeping bodies. There were no lights on outside the door. The others mist have also been asleep. She followed closely behind the brunet, her heels clacking on the floor. He lead her down a hall, up stairs, and into a room which he quickly locked behind him. She sighed and threw the bottle away in a near trash can. Then, suddenly, but gently her grabbed the noir by the arm.

She turned, faced him. Her eyes didn't burn through him anymore. They were soft. Soft voids behind a mask. Her face paint was smudged, showing patches of her rosy cheeks. Her tongue graced over her red, glossy lips, fully uncovered. Her hand went up and covered his. Her long nails were red. There was this energy in the room: his room, which was like a demented child's. His cheeks were growing warm, and his palms sweaty. The energy filled the room, but it seemed to originate from her hand atop his. It reminded him of the record shop. His Girl.

Her other hand rose and removed her mask. It fell down to the floor beside her. And her hand pressed against his chest. His heart, it was like earlier. It scared him. Her hair wasn't perfectly slicked back anymore. It was shiney and wispy, strands falling over her eyes. And his eyes fell to her lips once more. Because they reminded him of cherries.

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having the same taste in music is like a soul connection

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Zombie | K.H.

MASTERLIST

fandom: 80s

pairings: Kirk Hammett x F!Reader

WARNINGS: This story starts with a plot. Friends to lovers, LOOOTS of fluff, kissing, kind of having someone throw themself on the reader (???) more fluff, smut, fluffy smut, fingering, p in v, (safe sex dw 🤣) overstimulation, some form of comedy…

summary: An initially boring Halloween night takes an intriguing turn when a game of spin the bottle has you hoping your kissing skills are good enough for your best friend.

WC: 6.6k

gif not mine!!

A/N: Hi losers, finally posted yayyyy! I wrote and posted this on wattpad and think you guys deserve to see it too! And guess what??? I have another story coming right after this 😍 Also I kinda add detail to what you wear like those corny wattpad writers… I’m sorry…but I swear its all inclusive!!

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10:47PM, October 31st, 1979.

Here you sat on the kitchen counter of one of your classmates homes, loud booming music all around you, drunk teenagers making out with each other everywhere and some game going on in the living room.

You were dressed as a ghost, pale makeup across your face, black shadow around your eyes and white clothing, ripped and stained to make it look old.

"That guy over there's been looking at you all night," said Jocelyn, another one of your classmates and your best girlfriend since seventh grade. She was dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein.

"Don't look now, but he's totally checking you out!" She said, standing in front of you while trying to subtly look at the guy over your shoulder.

"What's he look like?" You questioned, hoping it was a certain long, wavy-haired brunet you had eyes for since second grade.

"Blond hair, brown eyes and he's jacked. He's dressed like a surfer." She smirked. Hearing her words, you whipped your head around to see the boy she described smile widely at you, sending a small wave your way. He was dressed like a stereotypical surfer, medium shaggy hair, sky blue swim trunks, a white muscle shirt and pink sunglasses.

You politely smiled, waved back and turned back around, "Not my type... You know I like brunets."

Jocelyn groaned in disappointment and annoyance, "Okay well the one you're thinking about doesn't look at you like most of the guys here."

"That's because most of the guys here can't keep it in their pants." You rolled your eyes, hopping off the counter and making your way to the living room. You spotted Tom dressed like a basketball player on the couch with his arm around a girl. She was dressed like a devil, laughing at the game they were playing. Sitting a couple feet away from him, you asked, "What game are we playing?"

"Spin the bottle," the boy replied, the alcohol making his words slur with a smile. You internally praised yourself for going to the bathroom when they were making all the girls play a drinking game.

"Hey!!" you heard someone call out for you, turning to the group whose eyes were all on you. Feeling an intense wave of embarrassment, you spotted the beer bottle on the coffee table turned towards you.

"Fuck."

Looking up to see who spun it, you lowly groaned when it was the surfer boy. He was a pretty attractive guy, above average looking, nice bod, so things could be way worse. You really didn't want to kiss the guy. Your gut told you he was a creep. But of course you knew there was absolutely no way in hell you could get out of this without drinking, so you stood up, walking towards him with an awkward smile on your face.

Standing in front of him for a couple seconds, you leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, quickly turning around to sit again.

Everyone in the room booed at you before the tall blond grabbed your wrist and kissed you with a little too much tongue. You cringed and pulled back, but he didn't let go. He tried to kiss you again so you shoved his face away with excessive force.

The room was quiet. The upbeat music in the background making it that much more awkward.

"That was gross," you chuckled, scoffing and turning back to your seat.

"Don't eat the garlic bread before the game, guys." You said, earning a few laughs.

I mean, the guy was being far too desperate for a silly game of kissing random people. You had the right, especially if the kiss was bad.

It was when you sat down that you noticed him. He was dressed in a zombie outfit, makeup of fake scars on him. Finally you found him after almost the entire night of looking for him, or rather waiting for him to pass by near you, but it's the same difference.

Kirk stood by the doorway in the corner of the room, a smile with a look that mocked you.

You subtly stuck your tongue out at him, earning the finger in return.

It was Jocelyn's turn next, she kissed a random guy, and the turns kept going until it was your turn to spin.

You really, really hoped it landed on Kirk.

So you spun it hard and fast, the bottle sitting there spinning for longer than usual until it finally slowed down, landing on the other side of the room.

It was him. It landed on Kirk.

He stared at the bottle, scratching the back of his neck with a cringe on his face.

Now what? Surely you didn't think it through, how would you kiss him? Would it ruin your almost lifelong friendship? Would he see you differently and finally acknowledge his feelings for you? Or would he dislike it and judge you based off the way you kiss?

You didn't realize the moments that had passed until Kirk was standing right in front of you.

"We don't have to do this if you don't wanna." He whispered as he looked down at you, awkwardly pursing his lips.

"Nah, gotta play the game," You took his hands and almost jumped up with excitement despite your nerves.

Kirk cleared his throat, turning to the guy you kissed earlier and in a mocking tone, "Watch and learn, motherfucker." He said, giggling at the guy.

He turned his head back to you, trying to hold in a laugh. But he hesitated, finally realizing the spot he was in. A light pink dusted his cheeks. He ignored it and moved one of his hands to cup your cheek, the other to the back of your head.

The moment felt like it was going in slow motion as he leaned in, gazing into your eyes and then looking straight at your lips until his lightly pressed up against them.

Wow.

Kirk was a great kisser. It made you wonder how much experience he had.

He was quite smooth with it, slowly moving his lips against yours. He pulled away for a short breath and your reaction, until he turned his head the other way, leaning back in to kiss you again at another angle. Just to see if it was any different. People began to cheer.

Moving your hands up around his neck, you surely didn't expect anything like this, if anything you expected a short, boring kiss.

Your heart was racing, you felt your face become hot as you nervously played with the hair on the nape of his neck. He pulled back, his eyes widening in horror.

He quickly let go of you and moved back to his place, leaving you standing there as the game continued on.

You looked at him confused. It was just a kiss right? Part of a game. You didn't have to act like it had to be special. But why'd he kiss you like that, then act like it was gross?

Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen, "I'm gonna get a drink." You stated in slight disappointment, swerving past Kirk and earning 'Oo's' from the crowd.

Now Kirk felt guilty for pulling away so fast.

Kirk always liked you. Just not in the way he thought he did. Yes, he'd occasionally feel the room get hot when you checked him out, thinking he wouldn't notice. Or get nervous when you looked too pretty... But that meant nothing. It would be the same if you were a stranger.

However, he really liked that kiss. The sweet taste of punch with a hint of alcohol. How soft your lips were. How your hands felt as they lightly tugged his hair. He wondered what other situations you'd pull his hair in... Maybe when he made love to you... Physically showing you, and verbally affirming how much he really did love you. How close your body was to his. That was the closest proximity you two had ever been in. He really enjoyed it.

Wait.

Fuck, does that mean he likes you now?

He couldn't stop thinking about it. About how the kiss made him feel. About how you were literally perfect for him. You knew everything about him, and he knew everything about you. He loved everything about you, there wasn't a single thing he could think of that he didn't like about you. God it was all so cheesy and gross. How could he let himself think like he was in a high school Rom-Com movie.

All these thoughts overwhelmed him with excitement, making him smile widely and get up to look for you. Just then remembering you were probably upset or something by the way you left so abruptly.

You sat on the kitchen island counter again, facing away from the living room, watching as a few couples kissed and giggled around the room and you sighed in annoyance.

"Hey."

The familiar voice made you freeze. You knew he was standing behind you, waiting for you to acknowledge him but you pretended like you didn't hear him over the music.

Your eyes followed him as he passed in front of you, leaning on the counter across from the one you sat atop, crossing his arms.

He cleared his throat.

"Hi," you said with a plastic smile, your voice cracking.

He smiled back genuinely, "Sorry if that was... Weird. We had to, otherwise we'd have to drink."

"Yeah... It's fine. Just a kiss," you laughed awkwardly, staring at the boy in front of you, hoping that he might actually like you. Just because of the way he kissed you.

He looked great in his costume. Fake bite marks on his neck and arms, his hair was messy. He had a white tee with faux blood stains and rips in it, revealing some skin and the light definition of his muscles. Over that, he had a leather jacket, the sleeves rolled up, with black ripped jeans and a fob too.

"I thought you came for a drink," he said, grinning with his stupidly cute crooked teeth and that annoying little dimple, licking his dumb red and plump lips. "Right," you chuckled, hopping off at the same time he stepped forward, nearly bumping into him.

You wanted to be as far from him as possible.

"Hey," he called out your name.

"Yeah?" you replied, turning back around to look at him.

"The drinks are over here," he chuckled, pointing his thumb behind him where there were a couple of large coolers on the ground.

"Right," you mentally face palmed. He handed you a bottle of beer and you reached for the top to avoid coming in contact with his hand.

It still had the cap on but you couldn't take it off and chuckled in embarrassment. Why was it so awkward now?

"Here," he took the bottle from your hand and popped the cap off on the edge of the counter, handing it to you.

When you reached to grab it again, he pulled back.

You paused, moving to try and grab it again but he held it away from you.

"Kirk."

"Yes?" He smiled cheekily.

"Give me my beer."

"Well it's not yours until you've taken a sip from it, am I right?"

You sighed, "Just give me the bottle, Kirk," going to reach for it again but he held it behind his back.

"Kirk!" You chuckled.

Now he reached his goal. Finally a smile.

Trying to attain for it for the third time, he moved it away once again, holding it above his head this time.

"Come on," he chuckled, "If you want it you just have to take it." He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Gripping his shoulder, you got on your toes trying to reach for it. He watched your hand as it was a couple inches from the bottle, "Ugh, you almost have it!" He mocked, turning his head down to look at you.

Locking eyes with him for a second, his breath hitched as his eyes flickered to your lips once more. An intense wave of desire for another taste, he slowly leaned in.

You did notice this but decided to be oblivious and ignore it. Kirk was a ticklish guy, so you poked the side from which arm he was holding up, causing him to immediately flinch and bring his arm down. You quickly snatched the bottle from his hand, "HA! Loser."

"Hey, that's cheating!" He said, laughing nervously, hoping you didn't notice his attempt.

"Losers, weepers." You said, turning around to grab a piece of candy from a bowl.

Taking a long sip of your beer, Kirk spoke up before the silence became awkward.

"So about that guy you kissed earlier,"

You almost choked on your drink but kept it up to your lips to avoid having to say anything.

"Was my kiss better than his?" he raised his brow playfully.

This time you did choke, coughing for air as you set the bottle down. Kirk hurried to you and softly patted your back.

"You okay? Sorry..." What a stupid question, he thought.

Grabbing the bottle again, you took another sip to stop the itching in your throat.

"Are you good?" He cautiously let go as you cleared your throat.

"Uh-m yeah..." Speaking was uncomfortable, so you cleared your throat once again.

"Sorry. Uh, what were you saying?" You knew exactly what he was saying but hoped and hoped he forgot about it.

A sadistic smile grew on his face.

"My kiss was better than the other guy's, right?" He sat atop the counter.

You stared at him in disbelief.

"What do you think, Kirk?" You asked him genuinely.

He threw his hands up in defense, "Hey, you're my best friend so you've gotta be on my side."

You rolled your eyes, thanking the lord for his lighthearted personality.

"Yes. Your kiss was better. He used too much tongue." You cringed.

"Good..." He chuckled, clearing his throat. His palms were getting sweaty.

"...Did..." He hesitated.

"Did...you like it...?" He kept his gaze on you for any kind of response or reaction.

You tried to look away from him, but his eyes kept you in a trance.

"Uhm... Yeah. You're not a bad kisser, y'know." You smiled, playfully hitting his shoulder. An attempt to lighten the mood.

He smiled back. "Alright, good." He laughed lightly, "I know that if you liked it then it really was good."

"What makes you say that?" You questioned, a little confused.

"You're brutally honest with me."

You paused. Maybe you weren't as honest as you should be. You've been lying to him since the second grade. Or rather keeping something from him. Which is still dishonesty.

But you couldn't tell him now. I mean, you got over him a ton of times, so you could do it again. And you've liked other guys more than you liked him... But you still always had a little thing for him in the back of your mind when you had those other crushes, you hated how smitten you were.

"Yeah, I am aren't I?" You smirked. "That's why I'm better than all of your friends." You joked.

He only smiled at you.

"I love you."

You turned around just in case your blush was noticeable.

"Good."

Turning back around, "I love you too," you lifted your bottle up to him, "but remember you're still a loser."

He playfully rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever."

Walking towards the living room, it had seemed that the game was still going on.

"Wanna get outta here?" He asked, walking up next to you, motioning his head towards the general area in which the front door was located.

"Sure. It's kinda boring here anyways."

Kirk chuckled, looking at Tom and mouthing to him that he was gonna leave.

"I'll go warm up the car," he informed.

"Alright," you responded, walking up to Jocelyn to let her know you were leaving with Kirk, since she was your ride there.

“Let me know if he makes a move," she whispered, winking at you.

"Oh shut up," you scoffed.

"What? He looked real into it when it was your turn. One would think he was in love with you!"

"Stop it, Jocelyn!" You giggled, getting up to leave.

"Use protection!" She yelled rather loudly.

You gagged in response and turned around, lifting your hand next to your head and flipping her off.

The walk to the car was difficult. At first you had to swerve through a crowded foyer in order to leave the house, and the walk to the car was cold. It was windy, but thankfully Kirk had driven up to the front of the house from where he was parked. Which was kind of far.

As you reached for the handle, you heard a click and pulled, only to find it was locked.

You groaned loudly, "Kirk, it's cold as shit out here! Stop it with your stupid games."

He rolled down the window a crack, "Only if you say the magic word."

"Please."

"No, the magic word." He smirked.

"God, you're such an asshole sometimes." You sighed.

He made a buzzer sound, "Wrong."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you dragged your hand across your face, knowing he wouldn't budge until you played along. "Abracadabra."

The door clicked and you wasted no time in opening the door to sit down.

"Fuck you."

"Thanks." He said, shifting into gear and driving off.

"Wanna get ice cream?" He asked.

"Uh... Yeah but I'm pretty tired. Could you just drop me off at home?" You replied.

"Mhm."

The ride home was a little quiet, so you decided to turn on the radio. Damage Case by Motörhead began playing at full volume, causing the both of you to jump as you quickly reached for the volume to lower it.

Turning the knob for a different radio station, you found one with a softer tone of music.

How Long by Ace was playing. The romantic vibrations it gave off caused you to quickly switch the radio station, but Kirk grabbed your hand.

"Go back, I like that song"

"You do?" You questioned, scoffing as if he was a weirdo for liking it, even if you did too.

"Yeah." He chuckled, his eyes still on the road.

So you went back, and the song played.

A short moment passed and Kirk spoke, "You know you're my best friend, right?" He said.

"Uhh, yeah...? Where's this coming from?"

There was a light ahead going from yellow to red.

As he came to a complete stop, he turned to you, "I know this is real corny, but I would do anything for you. Anything. Just say the word. Okay?"

"Okay...." You dragged out, letting out an awkward laugh. "Thanks Kirk."

"Anytime." He clicked his teeth and winked, pointing a finger gun your way.

The light turned green as you chuckled.

Finally you turned the familiar corner onto your block. It wasn't long until Kirk pulled over to the curb in front of your home, "Thanks Kirk, see ya," you said as you opened the door.

"Hey, wait," he called, "Could I maybe spend the night? My dad said it's best I don't go home tonight..." He pursed his lips.

"Oh yeah, sure. My parents aren't in town until Sunday, so... We can watch as many scary movies as we want without getting yelled at to go to sleep," you chuckled.

"Wicked," he pumped his fist, turning off the ignition and hopping out of the car.

"Whaddya wanna watch?" He asked as he followed you to the front door.

"You already know." You turned to him, smirking as you unlocked the door and walked inside.

"Right." He giggled, "Classic."

It wasn't long until the both of you were in your room, Kirk sitting on the bed while you put in the VHS for Creature from the Black Lagoon.

"I'm gonna go change real quick," said Kirk as he stood up, grabbing clothes he'd left there before and walking out your room towards the bathroom.

You also quickly got changed into sweats before he returned. Suddenly hearing your door open, you saw Kirk standing there shirtless, holding his shirt up in one hand.

"Have you been wearing this?" He asked, hiding a smile.

"...No." You replied, trying so hard to keep your eyes on his, but you couldn't help when they moved down to his bare torso. He had already taken off all his makeup

"Okay just making sure you're not the one who absolutely drenched this in vanilla perfume."

You cringed. "Sorry. I mean it's your fault for leaving it here." You held your hands up.

He scoffed and went back to finish changing.

He threw the clothes from his costume in one corner of your room, hopping back on the bed as you left for the bathroom too, to wash your makeup off and brush your teeth.

"Alright, you ready?" You questioned, shutting the door to your room and turning off the light, leaving a little lamp on your desk in the corner of your room.

You sat with your back on the headboard, Kirk laying down, his head in the pillows.

When it began playing, you felt Kirk lay his head in your lap and you instinctively began raking your fingers through his hair. He brought up one of his hands to rest on your shin. At this point, you couldn't help but just look at him, his side profile from above, how perfect he was. Like fuck. Why the fuck is he so perfect?

There wasn't a moment of the day in which you didn't think about him. It made you sad sometimes, that he never acknowledged or noticed it. But then again, you weren't really making it obvious either.

But what made all that disappointment go away was that kiss. You were so annoyed that you kept thinking about it.

You thought about what Jocelyn said. About how he looked "so into it" or whatever. It was hard to forget the feeling of his soft plush lips on yours. Goddamn. And the way he held your face, with such gentleness. How he went back in for another like the first one just wasn't enough.

Here you began thinking about kissing him again. Right here, right now. And if it would get intense, what it could lead to... How good he was in that department.

Trying to pay attention to the movie, you clenched your jaw hard, trying not to let yourself think about those things.

No, not with him right there. When he was gone yes, but not now.

Those thoughts didn't give up. The image of him on top of you just popped into your mind. It wasn't your fault. Your mind trailed off thinking about his hand on your leg, if he got up and moved it up to your thighs... How his calloused fingers would feel touching you in all the right places... It felt like only five minutes had passed but the movie was suddenly over.

"Did you enjoy the 87th time of watching that movie?" He asked out of the blue, lifting himself so that his face was at your level.

"Yes, I did." You replied after a moment.

He got off the bed and walked to the little shelf you had with all your VHS tapes. He bought one for you not too long ago, of a movie that had come out earlier this year called 'Alien.'

You had watched it with him in theaters a few months ago and immediately fell in love with it. That Ripley chick was such a badass.

He put that one on, the package still hadn't been opened so this would be your fourth time watching it. You already watched it three times at the movies.

It began playing and he walked back to sit on the bed again, only this time he sat against the headboard, to your left. Of course you had to lay your head on his shoulder otherwise it would feel weird.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, laying his chin on the top of your head, sighing in exhaustion.

Woah, your hair smelled really nice, he noticed.

Now it was Kirk's turn to think about you. That kiss. He had been thinking about it all night since it had happened. It pissed him off that he never thought of you that way and suddenly out of the blue its like all he wanted to do was you. And god, why did he have to go in for another? He thought maybe that gave it all away. Oh but the way you held his hair, god that felt so good. He wanted you to pull his hair and tell him how good he made you feel.

Well shit, Kirk might actually be in love with you too. Hell yeah he's loved you his whole life, but never like this. It's like that kiss opened his eyes or something.

He lifted his head to look at you, just to admire you. You felt this movement and looked back up at him.

Shit, should he say something?

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

He couldn't respond, he opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. God that was embarrassing... All he thought about was kissing you again. He's never been so obsessed over something so little but here he was.

He wondered if you wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss you right now.

"Kirk?" You pulled back a little, "Are you okay?" You asked with sincere concern.

"I wanna kiss you again right now." He didn't hesitate.

You just sat there flabbergasted.

Never in a million years would you have thought to hear those words from Kirk.

"...What?" You felt like you heard him wrong.

"Are you messing wi-"

That's when he cut you off and pressed his lips against yours again.

Pulling back, he watched for your reaction.

All you could do was stare between his eyes and lips.

"That was nice." You finally said.

He just smiled and went back in. This time he held the back of your head and pushed your face against his in order to kiss you harder, your hands lifting to rest on his chest. His head turned, syncing the movement of his lips with yours as his free hand slid down to your thigh, dragging it up and down. He slowly slipped his tongue past your lips, teasing yours as you pushed yours against his.

As your tongues danced, the hand on your thigh moved closer to your core, but it felt wrong to touch you before you said he could. So he moved it to your jaw.

The two of you were finally running out of breath so you finally pulled away.

Neither of you said anything, the only noises in the room were that of the movie and both your heavy breaths.

Kirk had finally caught his breath, "I like you. I like like you. And now I really wanna...Touch you..."

You smiled, "Took you about ten years."

"Ten years...?! What?" he looked at you surprised.

"Kirk," you laughed, "I've liked you this whole time, and you notice now?"

He stared at you in disbelief, his face slowly turning a shade of red.

Just the thought of you constantly having him on your mind turned him on. He looked at your lips again, "Sorry," he said before kissing you again. "My whole life has been a lie..." He joked, smiling, pushing his lips against yours once more, then moving to press kisses on your cheeks. He pecked a trail of small kisses all along your jawline, causing you to giggle, until he licked a stripe along your neck.

His hand moved from your face down to your torso, your heart skipping for a second as he began to kiss all over your neck, searching for that one spot until he reached one and you tensed up a little. That's where he decided to suck and bite at, leaving a quite obvious and visible bruise.

He subtly lifted the hem of your shirt, moving his hand under and finally coming in contact with your bare skin, continuing to peck at your neck.

His hand lightly squeezed your waist as he let out a heavy sigh, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw, moving back to kiss your lips once more.

"Can I?" He whispered, his fingers barely sliding under the waistband of your sweats.

"Yeah." You answered, watching his hand as it moved lower. It was then that you noticed a bulge in his pants, it made your face get hot but you didn't say anything about it.

He purposely made his movements slow, his fingers never quite giving you any relief. He liked to tease. But of course, like all horny teenage boys, he was beginning to get desperate. His fingers found your bundle of nerves and he began to rub small circles over the cloth of your panties.

You let out a heavy sigh, "Is that good enough?" He asked, moving his head up to look at you, making sure he was doing a good job.

"Yeah... Feels good, but... More please.." You breathed heavily in between words.

His hand moved up and his fingers reached under the band of your panties, two of his fingers slowly moving up and down your lips, "You're so wet..." He whispered in excitement, a small smile on his face as if he was surprised.

Finally he pushed his middle finger inside you, slowly pumping in and out until he added another. He began moving a bit faster, curling up into just the right spot, making you to let out a small groan.

"Oh, fuck." You said, your eyes shut in pleasure.

His palm began rubbing against your clit, making your legs slightly come together.

"Does that feel good?" He breathed, watching your face just to make sure once again.

"Yes, fuck yeah... Keep going," you moaned quietly.

The movements in his hand quickened, his eyes still on your face as it contorted into visible pleasure, causing him to softly smile to himself.

You leaned up to kiss him and he sighed into it, his fingers scissoring inside you as he kept pumping them in and out. He pulled away and looked down at his hand only to see it disappearing into your pants.

"I'm gonna stop for a bit, okay?" He said, slowly pulling his fingers out.

"What happened?" You asked nervously as you watched him move off the bed.

He began pulling his shirt over his head, and your legs instinctively parted, "What are you gonna do?" You questioned.

"Do you have condoms...?"

You blushed and quickly got up, "Let me go check," you said as you walked out the door, your knees already a little weak.

Kirk noticed this and laughed.

"Shut up," you said as you walked towards your parents room.

It was a little odd thinking that your parents might have this kind of thing and you would actually die if you found what you were looking for on a different occasion, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You checked your dad's drawers and surprisingly found nothing, so you moved to your moms side and the first thing you saw was exactly what you needed. You grabbed one of the condoms and immediately ran back to your room, closing the door and locking it even if no one would come home.

When you turned around you were met with Kirk sitting on the edge of your bed, propped on his elbows with his head thrown back, waiting for you.

Now there was a very obvious tent in his pants.

"Does this work?" You sat behind him on the bed, holding up the condom as he turned to look at you.

"Yeah..." He leaned in to kiss you again, slowly pushing you to lay back. He lifted himself and helped you take your shirt off, leaving you in your bra and pants.

His pupils dilated, "You're so beautiful," he said as he looked down at your body, leaning up to kiss you for the umpteenth time.

He tugged at the waistband of your pants and pulled them down, you lifted your hips and he was able to pull them all the way off. He then got up and pulled his own off, along with his boxers.

Kirk had a big dick when he was hard. And it was slightly intimidating too.

He leaned back down, keeping one hand free and the other next to your head.

"Will this hurt?" You asked.

He looked at you confused,

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, your dick is just bigger than the others," you replied.

His face got beet red, "Shut the fuck up," he laughed, leaning closer to you and pulling your panties down, inserting his fingers into you once again, making you gasp.

He didn't keep them in for long before pulling them out and bringing his hand down, using your wetness to begin stroking himself. His eyes closed as he sighed.

He opened his eyes again, "Can you open the..." he huffed, "the condom," he asked, watching your hand as you grabbed the small package and ripped it open with your teeth.

"Can you help me put it on?" He looked at you helplessly. He was playing a game and he was good at it.

You moved your hand down and he let go of himself, grabbing onto your wrist as you rolled it on.

It's been so long since you wanted to do this, to have him in your grasp, so you spit on your hand and began slowly jerking him off. He let out a low groan before wrapping his hand around yours and squeezing a little tighter.

Looks like he likes it rough, you thought.

"Oh my fuck, " He whined, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back, then leaning down to bury his face into your neck.

Not long passed before he pulled your hand away and huffed, "You ready?" he asked, holding himself closer to you, "Yeah," you answered. Kirk brushed his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down and smiling at your reactions. He then pushed himself in an inch at a time.

Your jaw fell open along with his, the two of you looking one another in the eyes, your eyes fluttering shut as his own rolled back.

Once he was all the way in, he stopped, moving down to press his lips onto yours.

"You feel so warm..." He breathed.

"Please," you whined, hoping he would understand it was for him to move.

Kirk slowly began pulling out before he pushed back in, slowly picking up his pace until he was thrusting steadily. He bit his lip, trying to suppress a groan you figured. One of his hands brushed down your side, stopping at your thigh to pull it around his waist and give himself more space.

His thrusts got harder before he hit your g-spot. Letting out a low moan, you moved your hands up Kirk's chest and around his shoulders to rest on the back of his neck.

"Kirk," you whimpered and he released a heavy breath as he began to repeatedly hit your sweet spot again.

"Right there," you whispered closing your eyes and grabbing a handful of his hair.

"You're so soft," he sighed. He was slipping in and out fairly easily.

You pulled his hair with one hand, digging your nails into his shoulder blade with the other, causing Kirk to stifle a moan.

Kirk tried going faster, harder, in order to give you the release you needed. He finally let out a high pitched whine, "Fuck," he said with a heavy breath, the sweat already starting to form on both your bodies, his hair sticking to his forehead.

"You—" you cut yourself off with a gasp, "you feel so good," you groaned, tugging harder on his hair.

"Yeah?" He whispered, his exact wish from earlier tonight was actually coming true.

Opening your eyes, you were met with his, gazing at you.

"Hi," you breathed, smiling softly at him.

Kirk slowed down, "Hey," he grinned, leaning down to kiss you once more, his movements coming to a halt.

His lips lingered on yours for a while before he finally pulled back again.

Moving his hand between your bodies, he began rubbing little circles on your clit again before resuming his thrusts. The feeling of his hand along with the movements in his hips caused you to clench around him, squeezing your thighs around his waist.

Kirk weakened at the feeling, his head dropping to your shoulder as his thrusts became sloppy.

"I'm getting close," he whispered next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Me too," you admitted, running your hands through his hair.

You could feel his burning hot, bare skin sliding against yours. Suddenly your breaths got quicker, your heart rate increased and the coil in your stomach tightened.

"Kirk—" you paused,

"I'm gonna cum," Kirk moaned before you could finish your sentence.

His hips stuttered and he tensed up, finally letting go and relaxing on top of you.

Your back arched as you felt him fill the condom in you, "Kirk please go just a little more," you begged.

He lifted his head to look at you with worry, like he felt he wouldn't be able to do much for you.

Yet he still tried to move, the sensitivity taking over all his senses making a moan escape his throat. His body was quivering along with his movements, "I'm almost there," you said before he released a sigh, continuing his movements. His hand grabbed one of yours, interlocking your fingers and holding it next to your head, squeezing tightly,

"Come on, baby," He groaned, closing his eyes like he was getting dizzy.

Finally you came, your back arching as you clenched around him once again.

Kirk slowed down and finally stopped, "Thank you..." you sighed softly. "Sorry if it was too much."

"That's okay," he smiled up at you, blowing a stray hair from his face, "I told you I'd do anything for you, just say the word. Remember?" he chuckled.

He pulled out slowly before taking off the condom and disposing of it.

Lying next to you, he put his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek, causing you to giggle.

"I love you." He lifted himself to look down at you.

"I love you too, Hammett." you smirked jokingly.

He laughed and plopped back down next to you.

"I can't believe we just had actual sex." He said while staring at the ceiling.

"It sounds odd when you say it like that..." you said as you turned to him, looking at his beautiful profile again.

"Like... I just put my penis inside of you—" You smacked his arm, cutting him off.

"Kirk! Shut up!" You laughed.

He turned to look at you, "I want to be your boyfriend."

You blushed, "...And I wanna be your girlfriend..."

He smiled, a light pink showing on his cheeks.

"But seriously, you tell me that now instead of before you," you held up quotation marks, "put your penis inside of me?"

Kirk let out a loud laugh, holding his hands over his face, "Shut the fuck up."

He sighed, "I love you. Again. Sorry, I don't know how many times I'm gonna say that," he chuckled, looking away a little embarrassed.

"Kirk," you grabbed his face and kissed him, "I love you. You're my best friend. I always have and I always will love you, okay?"

He looked at your lips, "Good," he joked, going back in to kiss you.

Suddenly you heard a scream, the both of you sat up, noticing the alien on the screen of your tv.

"I forgot that was on."

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Hey could you write a dick knubbler x reader smut please! There are none but I totally understand if you arnt comfortable doing it! 🫶

A/N: Omg Dick Knubbler more like Dick Nibbler. you asked so kindly the least I could do is try. (I put my fic on pause for this.) Also this is probably so fucking shit I'm so sorry, Dick is such an amazing character I love that he works with Murderface so closely,, but there's not shit about him anywhere 💔.

Smut warning, no title.

Dick, he was eccentric. He loved Dethklok, and it sometimes disturbed you how worked he'd get about being their producer. He'd talk about it more than anything else. You felt as if he only called you to ramble on about his job while you had a shitty gas station job and had to deal with senseless rednecks every other minute. You barely got the time to talk about you. But, props to Dick, whenever you did get the chance, he was all ears and caring. You haven't seen him in the longest time as Dethklok was taking centuries to produce an album. Their manager sent them on vacation for a break, which also gave Dick a break. You got a random call at the beginning of the week, warning you of his later visit at your "humble abode" and now you were waiting like a dog at your door.

Well, it wasn't like you guys were any more than friends... You were only flirty with each other, but that came naturally for Dick. Sometimes, though, you would catch yourself melting after hearing the pet-name "babe" roll off his tongue midsentence. And maybe you'd think about it that night and your hands would wander...

KNOCK KNOCK... KOCK

You jumped violently at the sudden burst of sound and a shock of excitement washed over you. He's here! You couldn't jerk the door open faster. "Hi!" You said with a big smile. "Hey there, babe." He laughed. You noticed his mechanical eyes looking you up and down, a single rose in his hand. You looked confusedly at it and it came closer. "A little something for you from the Mordhous garden!" He grinned goofily and held it out to you closer. You took it in silence and let him in. You stared at its lovely redness as the door shut behind him. A rose? For me?

It wasn't rare for him to do these types of things. He'd take you to fancy restaurants and buy you expensive chocolate and forcibly take you on shopping sprees to "get rid of some money" as if he had too much. But a rose? That was the line crosser. He only gave roses to his dates...

You glanced back at him removing his suit jacket and his shoes and cleared your throat.

"It's nice to see you again during this shit week."

"Shit week?" He repeated, turning to face you. An eyebrow raised. You scoffed. "Yeah. And the worst day was this one. I had crackheads yelling at me."

"I don't know why you keep turning down being my assistant, you know we'd see each other everyday!" He shrugged and hung his jacket up. You rolled your eyes. "I don't. Charles does." You sighed. "Oh yeah..." He looked around for a second. "You've changed the place." He stated. You have. That's how long he's been gone. Long enough for you to rearrange shit. "Yeah."

He sighed dramatically. "Let me see the bedroom." He put his hand out. You giggled and took it, leading him to your bedroom. In there, only your bed had moved, but it didn't matter as that's where you two would hang out anyway.

As soon as you closed the door it was like the air changed. His gentle hold on your hand roughened and you were being pushed against the door.

"I've been thinking about you recently. I could really, uh, make you feel good if you'd like, baby. It could really help you relieve some stress."

Your brain fogged. He really must be sex deprived. But you agreed anyway. This wasn't like his silly sex innuendos. This was blunt.

"I've been thinking about you, too, recently."

Your mind swarmed with bee-like thoughts. What was going on? Was this really happening?

... no.

Yes. It was.

Recently. Yeah let's go with that.

You gave him a shy smile and a smirk appeared on his face. He leaned in closer and brushed his lips against your neck. "Y'see, I've been looking for a... serious relationship." He said against your skin and your knees almost gave out. A shakey breath escaped your lips, desperate for attention. "And I think I'm finally looking in the right spot."

He picked you up and you wrapped yor legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. A slight blush on your face. And a soft smile. "I didn't come over here for a cute little visit, by the way." He sat you down on the bed, the lights within his artificial eyes turning from green to red. You looked up at him, elbows propping you up. This was all really happening. It was like some goofy smut book.

"Oh yeah?" You asked playfully as he unbuttoned his shirt. Finally, you've accepted this feverdream of a night as reality. "I've came to make you mine."

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It was like that. Your fingers were caught in his blonde locks and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your lips danced against each other lovingly. "Oh God..." You gasped as he slipped into you with a leisurely pace. His head fell into the crook of your neck, his breathing whimperish. After kissing him for so long you could safely guess he had a few things to drink before coming over here. You addressed it, but he shook it off saying it was for his confidence.

God, you hoped so.

His cock slipped in and out of you slowly and painfully. Your moans were only sighs and heavy breaths as you ran your hands up and down his back. "You feel so good..." He finally gave in and quickened his pace, ending your slow torture. But it was short lived when you wanted it even faster and he completely pulled out.

"Turn over, babe..." He panted, holding himself in his hand as he sat back. You did as he said, as fast as you could. Your ass was stuck up for him and your face buried in the pillows to hide your heavy pants. You felt him caress your ass and run his rip along your slit. "Dick, please..." You begged, pushing back against him in vain. "That begging, shit, (y/n)." He sighed, but still continued to tease you. "Oh fuck, I need you so bad, please!" You would do anything at this point to feel him inside you again, and he got it.

He pushed into you once again, but this time it was fast and hard. You gripped onto the sheets as he repeated this action over and over again, each time harder than the first. You heard his grunts and moans from behind you and a knot tightened in your stomach. Already? You thought, but any other thought was pushed away by your sudden orgasm. You bit down on the pillow, walls clenching his cock as he sloppily pounded into you. You bathed in the post-release nirvana as you rode out your high.

His hands were gripped tightly onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, but you didn't care. You legs trembled, but he still used you until he came all over your back. There was a moment of just breathing between the two of you. And then you breathed out, "I think I love you."

It was whiney and desperate sounding. But he was only focused on your sweet body, his cum coating it.

"I know I love you."

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S T O C K H O L M 🍒 S Y N D R O M E

《Toki Wartooth, Metalocalypse》

Warnings: occult and idolatry, light violence, drug and alcohol use/mention, I AM NATHAN EXPLOSION.

Chapter 1, Heaven Beside You

"like the coldest winter will; heaven beside you, hell within; and you wish you had it still; heaven beside you..."

-Alice In Chains

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As the rain poured down outside, music and rainfall echoed off the aged walls of the store. The noirette, clad in retro white sneakers and a red-velvet mini dress, stocked vinyl records and sung gently to the music. It was an old Diamond Head album, the song "I Need Your Love" to be spesific. The store was empty except for her. It was almost half passed seven, which was closing time. She put up the last 10,000 Days record, a new release from TOOL, which had its special place in the front's "Employee Favorites". Though, she was much more than an employee- the owner and manager to be exact- she had her picks up front like everyone else.

The bell rung, signaling that the door had been open. She made no effort to look over, only broke the seal of another box with her long red nail. The sound of her light singing had stopped and wet boots squeaking against the floor arose. A customer this late was rare- the hours were right outside the door. And it was a special occasion where if they weren't a total asshole about it (purposefully coming in right before closing to loiter around), she'd let them off the hook with a smile and a kind, "I hope you found everything." Usually it was night shift people from over at the 24/7 gas station across the street who rarely get the time to come during a more reasonable time. But something told her that this presence was new... and familiar in a way. She picked the heavy box of CDs up and carried it to the displayed ones. The sound of the boots followed her sneakers' patters. When she stopped, the boots continued until she could feel their presence behind her.

"Looking for anything spesific?"

Her voice was barely audible over the crash of the now heavy rain and the gentle rhythm of the music. Her tone yet stayed sweet and genuine despite her rising fear.

"It ams... you..."

Her heart dropped, as anyone's would to those words. But not exactly why everyone's would.

She put the box down at her feet and turned, brows furrowed. This guy had a heavy accent, definitely unforgettable, but she had no memory of his unique sound. She faced him now. He was a tall, lean man. He had straight, wet, long, light brown, side parted hair and facial hair that reminded her of a catfish. He almost loomed over her. He wore a plain, damp, bluish-gray tee and dark brown jeans with black boots that went up over his calves. He had these dull blue eyes... dull blue eyes...

"You's the lady froms my dreams..."

Dreams... dull blue eyes...

She was put in with the Dreamweavers, gaven a photo, and instructed to put herself in a person's dream. It was her first training session, and she wasn't a Dreamweaver. She was a Lockheart. "I am afraid you have made a mistake..." She had said politely to the woman wearing white. "Do you question the work of The One, Lockheart?" A brow raised, her finger pointed. "No, but-" A sudden stinging sensation in her left cheek sprouted. The woman had slapped her. "Punishment Call! One hour less of literature!" She called out, the jewel on her circlet glimmering in the candle light. A sharp breath of air shot out the noirette's nose. "May I ask a question!" She huffed angrily. "Proceed," the woman nodded. "Why am I training with Dreamweavers when I am a Lockheart?"

The woman just laughed, but she soon figured out.

It's been over two years since she escaped the community-... the cult. And now she's reliving it all. The Induction. The Punishment Calls. The Object. The One. The Angels, Keepers, and Leader...

His voice... "Cherry, born number four thirty-two, Lockheart!" She remembered the way the room went quiet. She went from smiling to frowning. Her little handprint had stung the man's forehead. He looked at her with a shine in his eyes and called out her Specialty and the room went silent. No claps. No cheers. Silence. The other girls in her year were instructed to keep quiet during the ceremony, but there was prominent confusion in their eyes also. And she sat down, trembling as the man moved on to the next little girl. As it went on, there was no other "Lockheart". It wasn't until the next year, when their training would begin, that she learned she was of rare importance.

To understand why it was so rare and important, you have to understand what the community was. It indeed was a cult, but they didn't call it that themselves. They were das Geist community: a collection of people who worshipped an unknown God they called "The One" for mind manipulating... powers. It originated in Germany, but quickly got discovered, so they fled to the U.S. Men in the community held the positions of Keepers and Leader, women were the Angels and Kinders, or the teachers and students. All their first records were burned in the German discovery, so it is unknown what or who The One is and who the first girl to get a Specialty was or who even started it. There were 5 different Specialties as they called these powers: Dreamweavers, who had the ability to manipulate one's dreams through as little as a glance of the head, Dreadfears, who could manipulate emotions like fear and dread, Joyclads, who could manipulate happiness and contentment, Pleasers, who could manipulate emotional pain and pleasure, and finally Lockhearts, whose name disguised the horror and power of the breed.

Lockhearts were special because they could manipulate and control the whole brain. They could cause physical pain and emotional pain. Their name was supposed to appear to describe their Specialty as the manipulation of love and hatred, but they can do much more. It is rumored that the founder was a Lockheart, and anyone inducted to be so was a decedent. Over time, pride and selflessness got in the way and the secret holding barriers crashed down. With power came pride, though power realistically meant nothing in the community. Every position, except Kinders, wore restricting circlets with a crystal which blocked the powers of die Geist. And the Kinders were intelligent enough to keep their own guard up. Long after the pride era of Lockhearts began, others despised them and labelled them evil and nasty. Though a lot were fueled with jealousy.

You got these said Specialties during the Induction Ceremony on the start of your tenth year past birth. The Leader, who got re-chosen every millennia, had the power to tell which Specialty one has. The Leader was a man who sacrificed a body part to live to 1,000 without visible age and with this came that ability. Usually these men were chosen in their 20's, ripped from their homes and re-wired to lead the community. You'd press your hand to the Leader's forehead and he'd declare your Specialty to the others in your year and the Angels. Eight years later on the anniversary of your birth, you'd give a sacrifice to become an Angel. What you would sacrifice was your innocence. Then you'd give birth to a Kinder. The Leader chose which of the 13 Keepers, who are re-chosen every generation to keep incestuous beings from forming in the community, would help you sacrifice your innocence. There's been only 2 recorded times that it was the Leader himself. After the Kinder was born, you lived out the rest of your life doing your assigned Angel job.

She remembered the Dreamweaver training, all the punishments and failures, but most of all: she remembered the short haired boy with an odd hat ontop his head. The picture was obviously taken without his acknowledgment and from a distance. And now that young boy was standing right before her.

It was supposed to be a failed attempt... the Keeper said so... He said she hadn't even made it to his subconscious thoughts, but she had apparently been in his dreams for 10 years. She knew, back then, that he was for some reason lying.

Her eyes dropped from his to the ground. She didn't want to be reminded of that time. She forced herself to forget it all as soon as she left that forest. Now it was all flooding back. She took in a deep breath and let it out shakenly. She laughed tensely and smiled at him.

Her eyes were big and dark. Like two endless voids. Her lips were painted red, reminding him of a cherry. Her hair was short and fluffy, her bangs fell over her eyes, and she brushed them back as he stared. He noticed her gloved hand. It was only the left one and it was a leather, fingerless glove. Every finger homed a decorative metal ring. And not like a small crystaled ring, but a big skull or cross. Her nails were of course also painted red, and sharp. He shivered but it remained unnoticed. Her sunkissed body practically glowed in the lighting. She was just as she was in his dreams. His literal dream girl stood right under him.

"That is quite peculiar, huh?" She chuckled. The sound of her laughter was like music to his ears. Her eyes glimmered in the light. The rain had stopped and neither of them noticed. "I guess I do see you in mine occasionally."

"Really?"

She nodded. It wasn't just a bluff, he did in fact show up in her dreams along with the others they made her affect. Her hand found it's way to her hip and a smile on her face. "What brings you here, dreamy?" She asked jokingly. He smiled gently, then frowned. "My friends lefts me." He told her. She frowned, too. She didn't blame this guy for bringing up her childhood unconsciously, she thought this nostalgia was enlightening. She felt a bit bad for him as he seemed so sweet and gentle. "Oh... I am very sorry."

"They cans be reals dicksweed, but... they ams family." He chuckled softly, his hands knocked against each other as he played with them. She smiled and let a out a little laugh from her nose. "My closest friends are my bandmates, I really relate to that." She shrugged and crossed her arms. "You haves a bands? Me too!" His excitement and expression made her blush. "What is it named?" She asked, her confidence slowly deteriorating the more he shows interest. "I uhm-..." He looked around panickedly. He couldn't let her know the truth: that he's the rhythm guitarist of the most popular death metal band, and band in general, on earth. He didn't want her to know he was famous. He wanted to keep it hidden, so she liked him for him. "Thunderhorse." He finally blurted out. Thunderhorse was just a side band he was in: a tribute band for his own band. Except he was the lead guitarist, as he always wanted. "Whats abouts you?"

"It is like a for fun thing... we do not really have a name.."

"Oh! That still sounds cools!"

"I am Cherry." She smiled bashfully, her fingers brushing through the back of her hair. "Toki," the brunet responded. Her eyes locked with his and it was like they were sucking him in. It was like instead of her making him fall in love, it was him with the powers. He had already fallen in love. He inhaled her candy sent with a sigh. "I have never seen you around here before."

"We ams in towns for a special concerts."

"Oh, what concert?"

"Paranoias and The Smokers."

"Paranoia, huh? They are pretty impressive." She scoffed with a proud smile. "Oh yeahs! Even populars than Dethklok!" He exclaimed, and his face went white. "Dethklok? Oh yeah! I have heard of them. I do not listen to much death metal, but that is only because I do not get the time to explore different ganres." She explained and he sighed in relief. Dethklok was that band of his. The death of him and the life. He sometimes hated it and sometimes loved it. "They'res not too bads." He sighed. She gave him a smile warm enough to melt his heart.

Oh, this ladys... He returned the smile with color in his cheeks.

"When is this concert?" Her head tilted. Like a puppy. He could practically wilt. This chick who had haunted his dreams since 16 just might be the love of his life. Was it because of her familiarity? Or just... her? Either way, he didn't care. He only wanted her. "Eights" She looked over to her left. "Toki," Wowee, his name rolled off her tongue like honey... "it is almost eight now... You should get going if you want to catch it in time." There was a frown on her face and genuine sadness in her eyes. He didn't want to leave, but he knew his friends would get mad at him not being there for this special mission. He glanced at the clock himself in vain. His eyebrows fell and he turned back to her. She was looking down at her feet, twisting one of the rings on her fingers. "Will I ever see you again?" Her voice was so small. It broke his heart. He could cry at her disappointment. "I hopes so..."

"I will give you my number." She finally looked back up at him with a sparkly in her eye. She suddenly left him to stand there and came back with a paper. She handed it to him with a sad smile and he took it cautiously. "Byes, Cherry." He said, putting it into his pocket. She was closer to him this time and his heartbeat was fast and strong. He swore she could hear it if she stopped to listen. Then, her hand went up and rested on his chest. Butterflies got caught in his stomach. A blush crept onto her sunkissed face. Her perfect face. "Come back sometime, please. You're not like anyone I have ever met. I like you." She whispered. It was a breathy whisper. He knew she could feel his heartbeat at this point: it was beating out of his chest! His breathing was heavy and he searched desperately in his mind for something to say. Her hand started to slip away and he wanted to grab it and keep it there forever. "Bye, Toki."

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The band Paranoia and The Smokers was fairly new in the scene of rock and metal, even surpased Dethklok in popularity within their short rise to fame. They were a cover band. And they didn't even do Dethklok songs. They did Metallica and Megadeth and Mötley Crüe and others as such. They weren't even that brutal! Naturally, a phenomenon like this hit the news, spesifically the Dethklok Minute. The band was enraged, except for the rhythm guitarist of course, and in a drunken fit got themselves last minute backstage passes while their manager persistently insisted that it was only a fad. What fueled their anger was not only the fact that a cover band surpassed them, but a cover band with a chick frontman and stoners for the rest. They had no albums no record deal, only themselves and a large enough audience to fill an arena.

The place was packed when they arrived without their rhythm guitarist. They left him in front of a pet store with kittens in the window on their way to a nearby pub. He's finally reunited with the drunken rest, nearly out of breath as he ran to make it. The four stumbled on their own feet just outside the area where hundreds were shouting before the band even came on stage.

"Tokis!" The blonde lead guitarist exclaimed. He was taller than a tree, a real Skandanavian ladys' man. His long wavy blonde hair flowed behind him in the after storm wind. His eyes were piercingly blue and his features sharp. He wore a black tank top tucked into black jeans with a skull belt buckle and knee high boots. "Yous didn'ts evens comes to the bar!"

"I knows, Skwisgaar! But I ams heres now!" Toki shot back at his slightly slurred speech. He despised Skwisgaar and everything he stood for.

Though, he yearned to be him. He was his idol, his inspiration.

"Yo, dood, where have you been?" The drummer asked, voice heavily laced with alcohol. He teetered on his feet, his red dreads swinging in unison. His eyebrow piercings and ripped sleeves were probably done by himself. Toki remembered the girl, and reached into his back pocket, just brushing his fingers over the paper. "The pets store." He answered hesitantly. No one would believe him if he told the truth. The real truth.

"Everyone's here, great! Uh... let's get this plan into action!" The noir put out, slamming a beer bottle to the ground. It shattered upon impact. His long hair strung over his face, only showing his dagger shooting green eyes and mean frown. His grey shirt stained with some liquid, most likely beer, at the neck. Toki wasn't for this plan at all. That's why he stalled so much at the pet store before it started to rain. The rest of the band had chosen to kidnap their newborn rival. That was it. Just kidnap them. They had nothing to follow that up with. Really proves that it was an idiotic plan. He admittedly liked the band and their mysterious singer, lead guitarist lady. Spesificly for her decorative cat skull mask and the rumor that if she kissed a pic and gave it to you it was good luck. And he was convicted he had bad luck. They were just a band doing band things, surely they didn't plan on hitting #1. "Let'sh get them shonsh'abitcshesh!" Their bassist exclaimed with a prominent lisp. There was a gash in his navy blue shirt revealing his tattooed beer-belly. "Pobody's Nerfect" it said. Influential.

"Oh boys..." Toki groaned to himself. Little did he know.

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