#but i have to be careful with drugs as i hate puking

[betweeninstrumentsandbooks]

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[talaok]

Just this once

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!babysitter!reader

Summary: Everyone hates you in town, everyone except for Mr. Miller, who was kind enough to hire you as his daughter's babysitter.

Warnings: mentally and verbally abusive father, angst, unreciprocated love, no happy ending. Smut| oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie

Everyone hated you in this town.

Kids at school, moms, dads, even grandparents sometimes.

People crossed the street when they saw you, they waited until you turned around to whisper and scorn to the person beside them.

Everywhere you went, followed dirty looks and rude remarks.

In the hallways at school, at the drug store, pharmacy, park, you name it.

Everywhere, everyone seemed to despise old Carl's daughter just for being born, or maybe, maybe also because of the rumors that spread about her.

Like the one where you dealt drugs, which was not not the truth... but you never dealt meth.

Or the one where you'd fucked half the guys in town,

And least but not last, the one where you were the reason you poor pops had turned to alcohol.

Except they didn't know anything. they didn't know that your "poor pops" had begun his diet of a bottle of whiskey a day long before you were born, that he drove your mom mad to the point where she had fled without so much as a goodbye, leaving behind a few clothes and a stupid scrap of paper where she had written a fucking lie.

I love you

If she had actually loved you, she wouldn't have left.

And they didn't know that all the anger your father had, had turned to you, they didn't know how scary it was, to be afraid of your own father, to be alone at the age of thirteen, to have to take care of yourself, to have to grow up faster than you should.

They all hated you, and you didn't care, you swore you didn't care, because they didn't know, they didn't know shit.

But Mr. Miller was different.

He was the only person, together with his daughter, who had ever shown you kindness, the real kind.

He had seen you sobbing as you ran from your house after your dad had another one of his "episodes".

And god, you were so confused when he stopped you, when he put a hand on your shoulder and asked if everything was alright.

And you didn't tell him then, you didn't tell him everything that was going on and that your dad was an asshole and that your life was hell, you couldn't, there was always this everlasting shame fizzing underneath your skin whenever you felt the need to share. But he hadn't cared, he hadn't cared that you had told him nothing, he hadn't cared that all you did was say sorry and I need to go, because with just a glance it felt like he had seen right through you.

So then he'd told you where he lived, and even if that time he couldn't convince you to come in, it was you who showed up at his doorsteps two nights after, asking for a place to sleep which he offered without so much as a question.

And it was only a week later when you told him everything.

He had sat and listened as you cried and cried, he had stroked your hair and given you tissues, until finally, he offered you a job.

Babysitting his kid.

And you were scared at first, you weren't really equipped for the job, but the moment you met Sarah you realized just how easy it was gonna be.

taking care of her was fun, and it gave you an excuse to be away from your own home, sometimes even at night when the mere thought of seeing your father made you want to puke.

And Mr. Miller was always nice, he made breakfast, overpaid you like crazy, and he listened, he was always there to listen.

"dad, what are you talking about?" 

Mr. Miller's backyard was always perfectly mowed, and the treehouse he'd built his daughter stood high on the oak in the middle of it.

"I said-" even if you couldn't see him, you swore he was taking another gulp straight from the bottle " Where the fuck are you?" 

"I'm working dad, I told you" you said, trying to remain as calm as possible.

"You working?" he laughed "That's funny" he said, as his laugh turned into a disgusting cough "Tell me where you really are." his voice was slurry, but the anger in it still made you shiver "You at one of your boyfriends' houses?"

"No Dad, I'm at Mr. Miller's house" you sighed, it was sad really, how used you were to this by now.

"Mr. Miller huh?" a hiccup sounded through the phone "You fucking him too? You started going for older guys? Is that it? I bet that's it you little slut" he hissed "Your mother would be so disappointed... to see her only daughter grow up to be such a fucking whore"

There's a difference, when it's strangers calling you names, and when it's your own father.

You'd always wished his words didn't affect you, but somehow, they always found a way to hurt.

No matter how tough you made yourself to be, when it was him, you felt like a kid all over again.

"fuck you" you muttered, as tears pricked your eyes 

"Is that how you talk to your father you little bitch? Just wait till you come home, I'll see what you'll have to say then-"

And there were so many things you wanted to tell him, to scream at him, to drill into his non-existing brain, but all you did was press the red button and hung up.

And it took about a second before the tears started flowing like rivers.

You ran back inside the house, forgetting all about closing the glass door as you curled into a ball on the couch, trying to cry as silently as you could, so that Sarah wouldn't wake up.

You hated him. You hated everything, you just wanted to run away and start a new life somewhere else, Canada, Austria, even the fucking north pole sounded better than this.

You were just so tired, so exhausted. Every time you talked to your father all the energy you had, or thought you had left, got drained from your body, and for hours, you remained lifeless,

The only exception was when-

The front door opened, and those purposely quiet footsteps that you would have recognized anywhere, followed soon after.

Him, the only exception was when he was there to comfort you.

You sat up, quickly wiping your tears to try and look somewhat presentable.

"hey," he whispered, entering the living room "Sarah's asleep?"

"mh-mh, yes" you nodded

"I'm sorry I came home this late, it's just that the guys wanted to go out after work and I always tell them no..." he trailed off, as he sat next to you and got rid of his overused boots.

"I-It's not a problem, Mr. Miller"

He shook his head, smiling in that charming way of his as he sat his shoes next to the coffee table and turned to look at you.

"How many times have I told you that you can just call me J-"

But his words died in his throat the moment he caught a glimpse of your red, puffy eyes, (that he'd come to know too well) and of that look on your face.

"What happened?"

They were such simple words, but they hit like tnt too close to a dam, breaking the barrier and causing all the water to run out.

His arms were around you the moment the first tear fell.

"shh" he cooed, stroking your back as you sobbed into his chest "It's alright, everythin's alright, sweetheart"

You wrapped your arms around his broad torso, feeling all his muscles underneath the fabric as you drowned in his scent. He always smelt so manly and so... good.

"I-I'm sorry it's just" A sob climbed up your throat "He-he called and I-I" You never finished the sentence as other tears started flowing from your eyes.

"I'm sorry honey" he cooed, placing his cheek on top of your head"it's ok" he murmured "It's all gonna be fine, I promise"

"w-when?" you cried, finally looking up at him "I'm so tired of this Mr. Miller..."

"soon" he promised "You're a smart girl, you'll get far in life sweetheart, I just know it"

you breathed heavily into his chest for a few minutes, listening to his heart beat as you calmed your own.

"t-thank you" you sniffled

"of course, darlin'"

And as you glanced at him, at his soft beard, at his kind eyes, your brain short-circuited and your mouth got a mind of its own, and before you realized it, your lips were on his.

And god he felt so good

"y/n-" he spoke as you tried to deepen the kiss "What are you doing?"

"I just-" you stuttered, not able to tear your glaze off his soft lips "please" you murmured, not knowing what else to say as you leaned up to kiss him again,

"sweetheart this ain't right I-"

"please Mr. Miller" you begged, placing your hand on his shoulder and pecs, as you left a quick kiss on his lips again "please just this once"

"y/n..." he tried to speak but was interrupted by your mouth finding his neck.

"please" you repeated for the thousandth time, your breath fanning over his neck "just this one time" 

"darlin'... I don't know if this is a good idea"

"it is" you quickly corrected him, your kisses lowering down his body, until all you could do was shuffle off the couch to get between his parted legs "it's a really good idea"

You saw him swallow thickly at the sight before him

"no sweetheart, you don't gotta do that"

"I want to" you reassured him, hurriedly undoing his belt and zipper until his black boxers were all that obstructed your view.

You palmed his manhood through the fabric, feeling it harden underneath your palm, before you gently took it out, looking up at him for approval as you wrapped one hand around it and let your lips follow suit.

A loud shuddering breath fled his mouth as you fitted more and more of him into your mouth, and you took it as an incentive to get lower, fully choking on his cock.

"f-fuck" he groaned

You started bobbing your head up and down, your eyes never leaving the sight of him breathing heavily before you.

You were doing good, but you wanted to do amazing for Mr. Miller, so you gingerly took his cock out of your mouth to start a slow trail of kisses and kitty lips down the whole length of him, until you reached his balls, and without a second thought, reserved them of the same treatment, before starting to suck on those too.

"fuck. me." he breathed, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes.

You leaned away for a moment, still pumping him with your hand "Does it feel good?" you asked

"fuck-yeah sweetheart" he gulped, looking down at you "it feels real fucking good- you're-fuck-you're amazing"

The biggest smile ever spread on your face at that, and with a renewed vigor, you got back to sucking his balls even better.

series of profanities continued coming out of his mouth as you got back to his dick, letting your tongue run on his tip for a few moments before getting back to filling your mouth with it.

You watched his hands curl by his sides, and without thinking, you let one of your own travel to his, softly placing your palm over it in a makeshift hold, which wasn't really a hold because he didn't turn his hand to do it properly.

But it didn't matter now, he was enjoying this, something you were doing for him, something you had dreamed of doing to him times and times again, and that's all you cared about.

You bobbed your head for a few more moments before you leaned away and quickly got up to get rid of your pants.

He watched you, too fucked out and torn with guilt and confusion to understand anything anymore, step out of your panties, place your hands on his shoulders, and straddle him.

you reached down for his dick, and without too much of a premise, sank down on it.

"oh god" you moaned, stopping a moment to take a deep breath at the feeling, as a low groan rumbled in his chest.

"you feel so good" you murmured, kissing him passionately as you started riding him.

His hands gripped your waist as a way for him to try and ground himself back on this earth because fuck but, you felt fucking good too

"touch my tits please" you said, ghosting his mouth.

"Sweetheart..."

"Please, Mr. Miller" you pouted, rising and sinking from his cock even faster

"Joel- please call me Joel" 

"Please Joel, touch my tits"

And who was he to say no to you when you asked him like that?

One of his big strong hands seeped underneath your top and found your boobs, stroking and grabbing at them heavenly.

You couldn't help but gasp at the mix of pleasures, your head falling to the crook of his neck.

The sound bouncing off the walls of the living room was straight out dirty and the breeze coming from the open glass door on your left softly floated through the room, at times hitting your raw skin.

"oh my god" you whimpered, muffled by Joel's skin "o-oh my"

He was filling every inch of you, stretching you so fucking good it made you want to scream if it wasn't for Sarah sleeping just upstairs.

You lost yourself in him, in his soft grunts, in his most raw scent, in the way his beard rutted against your cheek, and slowly, slowly you felt a bubble form in your belly, getting more and more ready to explode.

"F-fuck" you whined, "I-I think I'm-I'm coming"

His only response was to tighten his hold on you, before you fastened your pace, desperately chasing your high.

your breathing got even heavier as you remerged from his neck to look at him in the eyes and meet his lips with yours once again.

Kissing his was like traveling to another universe, he was just so... perfect

 "Joel" you whispered, losing yourself in his hazel eyes, as the pleasure got stronger and stronger until you felt like you could barely breathe "Joel I love you"

You watched his eyes widen slightly but before he could speak your orgasm took over your body and you had to hide your head in the crook of his neck again to try not to moan too loud.

"it's ok" he murmured, placing a hand on the back of your head soothingly "It's all gonna be ok sweetheart"

You rode out your high, never stopping your movements, and by the time you had come down from it, Joel was on the verge of it.

"shit-I'm coming" he groaned "Where do you want it?"

 "inside" you whispered without missing a beat

"I c-can't honey-"

"please Joel" you whimpered, starting to get overstimulated "Please fill me up, Joel"

And with that simple sentence, he was done for.

"fuck-shit. shitshitshitshit" That's all he managed to spit out, as ropes of his come filled you up to the brim, just like you wanted.

You took a moment to compose yourself, inhaling his scent one more time, before you slowly got off of him.

And as you did, the moment it was all done, a strange sensation overtook you.

you'd thought that this was all you wanted, that this was gonna make you feel better, and yet... yet you couldn't help but feel like a piece of you was missing, you couldn't help but feel emptier than you were to begin with.

As you watched him hurry to put his boxers back on, you couldn't help but think that, once again, you had managed to fuck everything up.

[thatwritterbeach]

One messed up bat pt.2

Dc masterlist all other parts found here

Batfam x reader Jason Todd x reader

Summary: the batfam's approach to Y/n self harming, Bruce is a meanie, and neglectful meanie

warnings: Angst, self harm (active), self hate, depression, anxiety, eating disorder,mentions of alcohol and drugs but not use of either, sexual assault mention, non-con mention, joker has bad touched y/n, puke, purging,

I do not own dc, kinda short sorry. Full bruce hate, I never forgave him for not killing the joker, among other things

Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian all sat around her while Alfred poured tea. Her leg was bouncing and her fingers were tapping on her knees.

"Somebody gonna fill me in," Bruce asked into the silence.

"I second that," Jason said.

"Well, we are here to support-" Tim started to say before Damian cut in.

"Y/n was cutting herself and you have to fix it," he said from his spot next to her. He latched himself onto her arm and rolled her sleeve up to show off the bandage.

"Y/n," Bruce said softly, running a hand down his face in exhaustion. He's too tired to put up with you.

"Why," Jason asked moving to sit next to her and grab her other hand. Tim was sitting on the back of the couch behind her, Dick was perched on the arm next to Damian and Bruce was across from her in an arm chair.

"I'm in a family of superheros that spends more time looking after strangers than they do their own people."

"Y/n," Dick said on a sigh.

"It's our job," Bruce said. Like that excused all the neglect.

"If you're just gonna undermine everything I say and bring up 'the mission' as an excuse for everything there's no point in having this conversation cuz it's just gonna make things worse," she seethed glaring at Bruce.

"No more work talk, just tell us about you," Dick said.

"Damian go help Alfred with dinner."

"But-"

"Go." He rolled his eyes but stomped out of the room.

"I've been cutting since Jason died-"

"Shit," Tim interrupted quietly.

"Burning too when I feel like it. Definitely have an eating disorder, depression goes without saying. All forms of anxiety, panic attacks, anxiety attacks, hmmm," she paused in mock thought looking to the ceiling for answers.

"What do you mean burning," Jason asked before she could continue.

"I use a lighter to heat up a blade, or something else metal and hold it to my skin. Just 1st and second degree, enough to blister. I prefer burning because the pain lasts longer," she explained casually. Stop talking you idiot!

"Y/n," Dick muttered, so sadly the guilt crept up her throat.

"How else do you hurt yourself," Bruce asked sliding her tea closer to her, like that helped.

"I think that's it, don't know I've done shit for so long I don't even think anymore. I blink and there's a few new cuts I don't remember making." Stop talking!

"Oh my god," Tim whispered.

"You black out? Do you drink," Jason accused, unwilling to ask about drugs.

"Nope, never touch the stuff." Where her hands shaking or was she imagining that? Didn't matter Jason's warm and rough hand enveloped both of hers to stop them. Are your eyes meant to get fuzzy when your crush touches you?

"What can we do to help, what do you need from us," Bruce asked eyeing their hands with a touch of unease?

"Oh, now you care. What fifteen, twenty kids later you care? I don't need or want anything from you, actually, no, what I want is my damn job back." Is your heart supposed to be at 150 BPM?

"Sweets, I can feel your heart through your finger tips."

"I'm fine, my heart rate's always a bit fast." But she was starting to sweat.

"Are you having any other systems, how often do you have anxiety attacks," Dicks asked sitting beside her to hold two fingers to her pulse and count.

"Once a week, once every two weeks, I don't know, why?"

"Do you feel like you're going into one?"

She took a deep breath and did a mental self-assessment. Fast heart, sweat, shaky hands, but clear thoughts.

"I don't-I don't...it doesn't feel like it? Maybe just heightened anxiety, I don't know, I feel more anger than anxiety," she told him smacking his hand away when he tried to check for a fever.

"Does your heart rate usually get to 160 when you're mad," Dick asked.

"Sounds right, I have anger issues." Jason snorted out a laugh.

"Welcome to the club kid." His hand moved to tug on her hair then dropped to her neck to rub circles with his thumb.

"When you call me kid it makes me feel small and useless," she told him with soft smile.

"Shit, sorry."

"I cal you kid, like ninety percent of the time," Dick panicked.

"Chill big bird, it's not gonna drive me to a cliff."

"You're not going back to work."

"Wayta' read the room, Bruce," Tim chastised dramatically draping himself over the back of the couch.

"Careful, Tim your fruit is showing," Y/n said, laughing at her own joke. ( Tim is bi in this)

"His what," Jason whisper yelled whipping his head around to check his brother fly. Dick who was 'hip' to the kids slang these days just laughed and high fived her.

"What's fruit then?"

"When someone is gay you call them fruity," she explained gesturing to Tim's totally not straight pose.

"Oh, got it. Wait a damn minute, that's what you meant when you called me a mango nerd the other day."

"Dude you said and I quote 'you can't wear that spring outfit with that fall purse you heathen' with a hand on your hip."

"It was for a benefit ball, I was trying to help you, you fashionably challenged fool."

"Get a room," Tim complained throwing a hand over his eyes like even watching them was painful.

"Was it that peach dress with the blue clutch," Dick asked, of course, he hadn't attended but he saw the papers and news.

"Sorry, I thought I was the girl in this family, let me just turn my closet over to you-"

"Can we get back to your issues," Bruce interrupted, freaking buzzkill.

"Sorry, was my bonding time with brothers I haven't seen together in over a month cutting into your plans. Are you trying to wrap this up so you can put on your Halloween costume and go beat up poor people. Sorry my depression is such an inconvenience for you. Don't worry, me slicing into my own flesh can take a backseat to your useless and selfish vendetta.-"

"That's enough, I do care-"

"Really! Did you care when your second robin got murdered and you couldn't be bothered to stop his killer, did you care when you forced me into that suit and took me out with basically no training? Did you care when the man you refused to kill took me hostage, when the devil you clearly love sank his claws into my innocent skin? Did you even ask when I came back to the cave with blood running down my legs-" Her jaw might have popped from the grinding of her teeth if Dick and Jason hadn't cut her off.

"What the actually fuck, Bruce!" Jason.

"What the hell!" Dick.

"I didn't know," Bruce said hanging his head and shoving his fingers into his hair.

"You didn't fucking ask. Why the hell else would I have come back looking the way I did, did you even notice I was gone?"

"I-"

"I don't care," she interrupted with an eye roll, shaking the boys off her to try and leave the room. Tim was faster and blocked her path but she knew he would cave, they would all give her alone time after the bombshell she'd just dropped. She tried not to smirk when Bruce moved to follow her and both Dick and Jason stood in his way.

"So not only did you fail to stop a kid from being murdered, you failed to tell me he was even dead until after his funeral, and you failed to protect her."

"I hate you," Jason said and they all knew he meant it. The guilt was back, clawing at her insides and making bile rise to her throat. They'd been mending their relationship and she just turned Jason on Bruce without thinking.

"I'm sorry," he tried.

"We don't care," Tim spoke for all of them stepping aside to let her through. She hurried to leave before they changed their mind but stopped short with a soft 'shit' when she nearly ran into Damian.

"You heard it all didn't you?"

"Father's an idiot."

"I'm sorry you had to hear that."

"Tt, I'm sorry you had to go through that, my beloved." (he calls her that cuz she's his favorite and acts almost as a mother figure)

"You mind telling Alfred not to set my place?"

"Of course."

Thank God, he didn't insist on following her. With a quick hug and hair ruffle she sent him off and nearly sprinted to her room, her trained feet not making a sound on the polished wood. They hadn't taken any of her blades yet so she had her pick for one last hurrah before they found her. With what could only be described as a quiet evil laugh she selected a simple pocket knife and skipped to her en suit locking the door behind her. her shorts were off in a flash and she had four quick and clean cuts in no time, the sting was ok but not enough to ease the guilt from blabbing her big mouth so she did a few more. The feeling didn't ease and her chest only got tighter in panic of being found so she cleaned and bandaged them then sank to her knees in front of the toilet. Pressing on her stomach right where her ribs met she was able to bring up her food without shoving her fingers down her throat. When nothing but foam came up and her eyes stung from tears she rose to clean up.

"Y/n, you have two second before I kick in the door," Jason warned. Well shit.

9-24-24

[ninyard]

some hc about Aaron & Matt's friendship 🥹

i feel like when Aaron found out that Andrew drugged Matt for his sake he might've spoken to Matt, maybe to apologise, maybe not, but just to say something.

imagine feeling like your brother doesn't give a shit about you, thinking that you're not even on his radar of people worth caring about, and then you find out that he did that? that he did what he did to you, but so much worse, to someone you hardly even know? and not only that, but he did it for you?

picture Matt, in Abby's place, sick and pale, sleeping most of the time when he's not a crying, sweating mess. he apologises to Abby constantly, sorry for how he looks, how he smells, how violently ill he is because of Andrew. tensions are high everywhere, people are disappointed and angry, and nobody knows how to treat the situation. are we angry at Andrew? are we angry at Matt, for taking the drugs in the first place? are we disappointed that this even happened at all?

and Aaron knocks on the door, a shy and hesitant rap of his knuckles on wood, and when he steps in the room, it takes Matt a second to realise it's Aaron, not Andrew. he doesn't even know the twins well enough yet to tell the difference, but Aaron's wearing something that shows he's not wearing the arm bands. so he knows it's Aaron.

"you don't have to be here," Matt croaks, his voice hoarse from disuse, raw from the acid of his stomach that has stayed mostly empty over the last few days. "sign a get well soon card like the rest of them."

"you look rough." Aaron says, an observation that gets a weak laugh from Matt. "how do you feel?"

"about as good as you can imagine," Matt shuffles up in the bed, and covers his mouth to try and stop a wave of nausea that hits him as he moves. Aaron looks away, seeing himself in the bed, knowing how this feels. "let's skip this part, man. i'm too tired. what do you want?"

maybe Aaron can't say it, he doesn't know the right words, maybe he doesn't even know for certain that Andrew did it for him at all. but he knows, of course he does. why else would he? Aaron looks at him, he looks at the circles around his eyes, the sweat on his forehead, and the for-now empty puke bowl on the bedside table.

Aaron wasn't even sure why he came in the first place. Abby stopped him outside, just barely knowing his history with drugs, and told him that Matt was not a pretty sight - it was hard to see, hard to look at. she told him not to go in, to leave it another day or two, or even until Matt could bare to stand up to leave her apartment. does Matt know? was he told? is he going to hate Aaron now, more than he already does, if he tells him why he thinks Andrew has put him in this position? will Matt even believe him if he tells him that he gets it? is it even worth the breath it'd take to say i'm sorry?

maybe Aaron thinks about opting for something else - some support in the way of an i get it, or an it's going to be okay, while knowing that's the last thing he would've wanted to hear in Matt's position. Aaron knows he would've told anyone that offered their shitty, meaningless words of support to him in that position to fuck off and mind their own business, but instead Matt sits there, and he waits, and he listens.

"Andrew didn't do it to kill you," he says, not even the words that he meant to say at all. "he doesn't care about you enough to bother."

"i know." Matt says, and Aaron looks at him like he's not sure how he can be so certain. "but he didn't do it for himself, either, did he?"

does sorry even feel like enough? would Aaron's empathy and understanding be meaningful at all, as Matt lay there, his energy sapped and his brain not working as it should?

i think regardless of how that conversation goes, or where it happens, or how it happens, Matt and Aaron have some sort of understanding between them - Matt is angry that Andrew did this for Aaron, that it was Aaron's fault, in a way, that this happened to him, but he knows it wasn't Aaron's choice. he sees that guilty look in his eyes as he walks into that room, and knows that Aaron had nothing to do with what happened that night. Aaron knows that Matt doesn't blame him, and he gets it - maybe. maybe Matt sees how sick Aaron looks as he looks back at him, how his mouth is downturned in an uncomfortable frown that he poorly tries to hide. maybe if Aaron did apologise, on his own behalf, on Andrew's behalf, maybe Matt wouldn't even accept it anyway. because he knows what temptation can do, he knows what seeing an addict does to an addict. he knows why Andrew did it, if anything else, and he knows why Aaron needed him clean.

i don't know where this is going, really, but i just wonder if they ever spoke about it - if Aaron ever approached Matt in those early days, if they ever understood each other in such a way that knows why they both lay or stood in the positions that they did. just a thought.

[teddyeyeseddie]

The Cherrywood Motel

The Man With the Axe

rockstar!Eddie x housekeeper!reader

masterlist

(a/n: lots going on here, I am so sorry. do we hate eddie or do we hate eddie?:( )

warnings: angst, eddie is a player, drugs, alcohol, a sexual encounter, general rockstar lifestyle

tags: @yunnie-f1 @nope-thanks @meganwinchester -@daisyridleyyyy @ostricx - @aysheashea @emilyshortcake @ostricx@bebe07011 @miss-celestial-being @bblunuh @dandelionnfluff  @bibieddiesgf @erisdogwood @emxxblog @r-a-d-i-0-n-0-w-h-e-r-e

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Days passed with little sign of Eddie. He locked himself away and barely peaked his head out of the room, only doing so for the odd pizza delivery. If he was honest with himself, he was wallowing. 

He wasn't used to having to chase, most women simply falling in his lap at the snap of his fingers. He wasn’t used to having  to prove himself to be worthy. But, to be fair all the women he had in his bed were gone by the next day, the night long forgotten as well as their names. 

He knew you weren’t like that, he knew he had his work cut out for him. The drugs, money and fame didn’t impress you the way it impressed people from LA, desperate for any taste of Eddie’s lifestyle. He was always happy to oblige, gifting friends goodie bags of drugs at his parties and even going as far to have a dealer on hand at any and all times when he was back home. 

He lived for a party, lived to be in the fast lane. He rode it without his seatbelt on, not fearing the inevitable crash and burn that would launch him into a life of loneliness. 

So, that's where he has spent his last few days. He was either coked out, high on pills or smoking weed. Not to mention the excessive drinking that came with the pity party he was throwing himself, fueled by self loathing. 

He picks up the rolled bill from the end table, running it through his line as he makes sure to pick up all the remnants with the now crumpled hundred. He groans and throws his head back once he is done, smiling widely when he catches a glance of himself in the mirror, trying to create the face of someone who is actually happy. 

He walks towards the mirror, studying his face as he gets closer. He winces when he notices the bags that have formed under his eyes. There is dried puke in his hair from the endless cycle of drinking and hangovers. Hair of the dog, he would tell himself. 

He doesn’t recognize who he is, the bright eyed young rock star now aged by endless nights of partying. Sure, he was still as handsome as ever but the festivities he took part in took a toll on his body. 

He decides a shower would do him good. He backs away from the bathroom mirror, turning towards the shower in order to turn it on. He lets it warm up for a minute before stepping out of his pajama pants and boxers. He jumps in, letting the water soothe the ache that has settled low in his bones. 

He gets out of the shower when he hears commotion coming from outside. He turns off the water, grabbing a towel before quickly drying himself off and slipping back into his pajama pants sans boxers. 

He was in a rush to see who was causing all the ruckus, his hair was still dripping wet, droplets of water painting the expanse of his chest and back. 

He's shocked to see you standing there, tears in your eyes as a man screams at you. 

“I don't care what happened, you are going to buy me a new suit out of your little paycheck and I’m not taking no for an answer,” a man with silver hair screams, he is towering over you, veins popping out in his neck as he becomes more and more irate. 

“Hey, hey, hey big man, no need to yell at the girl,” 

“She poured bleach all over my suit,”

“Sir, you ran right into me, I tried getting out of the way,”

“I do not want to hear it, I’ll leave my information at the front desk. I expect a replacement by the time I finish my stay,” the man bites, turning towards Eddie who is now towering over him. 

“Think you shoulda kept your head up champ,” Eddie retorts, a smirk playing on his face as he crosses his arms over his bare chest, the cool October breeze causing his hair to stand on end.

“Who are you and why are you even inserting yourself into this?” The man squares his shoulders, looking Eddie up and down. 

“Kinda concerns me, you’re raggin’ on my sweets,” Eddie shoves the guy with each word, backing him up against a motel room door. He grabs a fistfull of the man’s shirt, his other hand coming to grab his jaw and force him to look at him. 

“You’re gonna go about your business now aren’t you?” Eddie’s hand now moves from his jaw to his throat, successfully pinning him against the door. 

“Hey! What’s all this?” A man shouts from behind Eddie. He curses to himself when he turns around, a policeman coming over to see what the problem was between the two men. 

Eddie ends up in the back of a patrol car, no boxers on and no one to call.

His eyes plead with yours as the cruiser drives away, silently begging you to help him.

You push into the precinct 2 hours later, having to finish your shift before you could go and pick up Eddie. You’d drained your savings knowing it would probably cost a pretty penny to bail him out. You stroll up to the counter, asking for Eddie as you pick at the torn edge of the envelope you’d stuffed the money in. 

“Hey sweets, knew you’d come for me,” a voice comes from behind you. You turn to see Eddie waiting for you, a tight t-shirt now adorning his formerly bare torso. 

“Like my new digs? Apparently I’m the best junior officer around!” he chuckles and points at the writing on the chest of the shirt.

You hold your tongue when you walk towards him, simply walking past him and out the door. He follows, your silence making his skin crawl. He quietly gets into the passenger seat of your car, his hands resting in his lap as he stays silent. 

“You know I could have handled it, Eddie,” you finally break the silence after a few minutes. 

“You don’t know what he would have done,”

“Nothing if I would have just bought the guy a new suit! He ran into me sure but I should have had a cap on the bottle,” 

“No! He was being a cocksucker and deserved a little roughing up,”

“You were drunk and high Eddie, I don't think you should be the one to decide who needs to be “roughed up” ,” you’re borderline in tears, the idea that Eddie came to your rescue making you feel so many emotions. 

“I’m not gonna’ sit there and watch someone rag on you. You of all people,”

“I am not yours to protect, Eddie,” you say, your voice now softer, some of the anger leaving your body as you continue to drive. 

Eddie looks over and sees the tears running down your cheeks, the moonlight causing them to glisten as they fall. Eddie thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, even with a red face and a runny nose he still wants to lean across the center console and kiss your tears away.

“M’ sorry,” you simply shake your head, not trusting you voice. 

You pull into the motel moments later, parking in between yours and Eddie’s room.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” you say to him once you are out of the car. 

“Sweets wait,” his hand grabs your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze as he tries to rein you in. 

“Just leave me alone, Eddie,” you shrug your arm away from him, retreating to your room and leaving him in the cold. 

That night, Eddie wallows some more. He punches the wall after a few drinks,  knuckles now swollen as he tries to roll a joint. He indulges in anything and everything before walking outside and to the bar across the street. 

He enters rather smoothly despite the plethora of drugs he is on, settling into a chair as he flags down the bartender. He orders a rum and coke, turning towards the dance floor to find his pick of the night. He spots a brown haired woman, dressed in a tight red dress and black heels. Eddie decides she’ll do.

Eddie turns on his flirting, bringing the woman a beverage before slipping his room number in the valley of her breasts before whispering a soft, “You know where to find me,” 

She comes like a bee to honey, only waiting a few minutes to exit the bar and head over to Eddie’s room.

It’s hot, heavy and dirty. 

She is loud, her moans echoing off the walls and making their way over to your room. You throw a pillow over your face, trying to do anything to drown out the god-awful moans and the pounding in your brain. You toss and turn while you have to listen to Eddie break your heart one more time. 

While you sit there fighting back tears, you realize that you have no place to be upset. You aren’t interested in him. He was some rock star that would probably ruin your life with drugs and parties, he wasn’t the man you were meant to be with. But here you are, heart broken and on the verge of sobbing as you listen to Eddie praise the girl between his legs.

“Feel good, sweets?” the nickname rattles in your brain, the tears coming back as he chants her name over and over and over. 

Finally they're done, the room now silent as you listen to soft rustling on the other side of the wall. You wait for a minute, waiting for the sound of Eddie’s door opening and closing, signifying that she’s gone. It never comes. 

The next morning, you’re up early. The clock reads 6am as you make your way outside and towards your car after getting dressed for the day. You duck into your car as soon as the door to Eddie’s room opens, a woman in a red dress emerging with heels in her hand. Your heart sinks when you see her try to lean up and kiss Eddie. He simply turns his head allowing the kiss to fall upon his cheek instead. 

Eddie woke that morning with a jump, forgetting much of last night and the name of the woman in his bed. He nudges her awake, telling her she has to go so he can make it to a meeting. 

“Do  you have something I can borrow? I’d like to see you again,” She purrs as she snakes her arm up his bare chest, attempting to push him back on the bed for another round. 

Eddie shakes his head, pushing her hand away before getting up from his place on the bed and handing her the dress from last night. 

“Need ya to get out soon,” he throws the dress in her direction before turning to head to the bathroom. He splashes water on his face, rubbing at his nose to release some of the dry skin that has accumulated there. He dries off his face before returning to the bedroom, the woman now dressed. 

“I uh- called a taxi. It will be here soon,” she says. Eddie simply nods before fishing in his wallet for money to cover her fare.

“S’ only fair if I’m kicking you out this early,” she politely takes the money and heads for the door. 

That’s when Eddie spots you, watching in the front seat of your car. He turns her head and directs her kiss to his cheek, waving her goodbye before ducking back into the room to avoid you. He couldn’t look you in the eye, not after that. He knew he fucked up bad this time. The first two being minor bumps in the road in his eyes, but this one took the whole fuckin’ cake. 

You stay away from the motel all that day, deciding to go and hang out with Christa. 

“So he’s gotten high at dinner, threatened a man  and had you pick him up from the police precinct, and now he’s fucking random girls? I thought this man was into you not into trying to ruin your life,” Christa says over a glass of wine.

“That’s the thing, I don't know why I care so much. Like he is so bad for me in every way, Christa,” you throw your hands up in the air, a groan escaping your lips as well. 

“Just ignore him, he’s just trying to find a little plaything to keep him busy in this little town,” You leave the Eddie talk at that for the night, the conversation naturally flowing to other things that didn't make you upset. 

You return back to the motel around 10 that night, pulling into the parking lot to find all the spots by your room were taken. Groaning, you turn your car around and go to the other end of the parking lot, finally finding one. You park your car and make your way to your room, the heavy sound of music flowing from Eddie’s room and into the open air of the night.

You push your way into your room, immediately falling into bed. You kick off your shoes and strip down to your t shirt before attempting to fall asleep. 

With the music and chatter that is coming from Eddie’s room, you toss and turn for a few minutes before deciding enough was enough. You’ve lost enough sleep over this man and it ended tonight. You pull on your sweatpants, throwing open your door and trudging past a few people who were seeking refuge in the form of cigs and silence. 

You push into Eddie’s room, seeking him out when a girl approaches you. 

“Where’s Eddie?” you question, she simply shrugs and smacks her gum as she looks down at you.

“Dunno, but if you find him, tell him we're out of blow,” you roll your eyes, scanning the room to find no trace of Eddie. You notice a line is forming at the bathroom, the person at the door banging on the it as he yells for the person inside to “hurry the fuck up,” 

You make your way over to the bathroom, cutting in front of the man before you knock on the door. 

“Eddie?” you shout, “Get out here!” 

Eddie appears moments later, denim vest on with no shirt. He’s sweaty and flushed, mind foggy as he looks down at you. 

“Heya sweets, long time no see,” he sings, hand coming to caress your cheek. You’re quick to bat it away, staring up at him with a scowl on your face. 

“Eddie it is 10 o’clock at night, why on earth is your room full of people who look like they’re about to go to a honky tonk,”

“They’re my friends, see this is hic- Marc,” he shouts, pointing at the man who had been pounding on the door moments earlier. 

“It’s Matt,”

“Matt, Marc. Who cares,” Eddie laughs as he walks away, he heads towards his end table, groaning when he sees they have run out of coke. 

“Eddie, listen to me. These people can’t be here,”

“Again, sweets. Who cares!” 

“I do!” you yell at him, hands on our hips as you try to look at least a little bit intimidating. 

“S’ cute when you do that,” he points to your hips, smiling widely as he looks back up at you. 

The two of you argue back and forth for a while, Eddie inevitably snapping at you in his drunken haze. 

“Goodness sweets jus’ get out of here! ” he shoos you away, a man approaching him with a half smoked joint, Eddie indulging as you turn away from him and retreat back to your room. 

You sit on the edge of your bed for two whole hours, listening to the beat of the music pulse through your room. You’re about to lay down when a soft knock interrupts the flow of music. 

You open your door, surprised to see a barely standing Eddie at your doorstep. 

“Sweets, my darling. Can you help me out?”

[blueicequeen19]

The Storm

Warnings: loss of a loved one, grieving, drinking, drug use, rough unprotected sex

It's been six hours since we lost John B and Sarah to the tropical storm. Since Shoupe and his gang of idiots told us they didn't know anything or where they were. They couldn't find their bodies or the boat. My throat threatens to close up just thinking about it. I don't think I could cry anymore even if I wanted to. Pope and Kie were forced to return home with their parents whereas JJ stayed with me at the Chateau. I knew it was because he had no place else to go. I wouldn't return home to Luke Maybank either. So we sat on the couch and drank until we vomited. Then we drank some more. I'd never seen JJ cry and I quickly decided that I never wanted to see it again. It made our loss that much more real. That much more painful. How could we go back to our lives after this? School was supposed to start Monday. I snatched up the bottle of rum before I could think any further. I didn't want to do anything without my brother.

I look over to the snoring blonde next to me. His legs were pulled up and his feet tucked under my legs for warmth as he used the arm rest as a pillow. I was fairly certain he was drooling but I had no room to judge. I had to clean puke out of my hair earlier. I get up and wander down the hall to Bree's room. The smell of him hits me hard when I push the door open and tears immediately fill my eyes. I wanted to break something. Anything. This couldn't be happening. And what he said on the radio to Ward? That meant this shit wasn't over. Ward Cameron had to pay. I grab his comforter off his bed and shut the door behind me. I stumble down the hall and wrap myself in the comforter before dropping down on my bed for a long, much needed sleep to escape this nightmare.

I don't know how much time has passed when I finally peel my eyes open. I don't feel any better. My head is still groggy and aching and my mouth is beyond dry. I manage to pull myself up and take a shower, taking extra time to wash my hair and brush my teeth. At least I could make myself look put together even though my life was ruined. I rake my hands through my hair, stepping out of the bathroom to find JJ in the middle of changing, his bare ass on full display.

"Whoa, sorry." I immediately turned around, the image of his ass forever burned into my brain. JJ stays silent. My heart ached even more. I hated when other people were hurting, even if I was in pain myself. "Do you want pancakes?" I ask.

"No." JJ grumbles. I sigh. He needed to eat. So did I. There's more rummaging through things behind me when he suddenly brushes past me and goes into the bathroom, slamming the door in my face. I turn back to face the bedroom. I slept in his room last night, thinking it was my own. That's why he was changing in here.

I decide to make pancakes anyway and although he ignores them, I feel better having them ready when he does get hungry. The day drags on and JJ only comes inside to get more alcohol. I hide his keys for when he does run out. I liked getting fucked up as much as the next person but I knew we had to deal. We had to grieve.

It's dark when he comes inside, stumbling to stay upright. I watch from the couch as he goes to the table and looks for his keys. Next he checks the cabinets in case he missed a bottle. Then the fridge.

"Where are my keys?" JJ calls. I stay silent as I pop a handful of popcorn into my mouth. He comes back into the living room and throws his hands up. "Give me my keys."

"I don't have them." I lie. They were stuffed down in the couch beneath me.

"Yea? They just got up and walked away?" JJ demands, knocking stuff off the coffee table as he searches it too.

"Stop it." I say softly but he yanks my bowl of popcorn away and lifts my legs up like I'm sitting on them. "Stop it!" I squeal, swatting his hands away.

"I don't need you to take care of me. Give me my fucking keys!" JJ shouts.

"You can't drive like this. You've been drinking all day!"

"I don't care!" We both fall silent as we glare at each other, chests heaving with every breath.

"Fine," he finally say, tossing the bowl down on the couch with a scoff. ",don't get mad at me when I start bringing girls over because I can't leave." JJ turns and stomps off, slamming his bedroom door behind him. I plop down on the couch, running my fingers through my hair as I fight to calm my racing heart.

Sex sounded amazing. I wanted to feel anything but this. Anything but the loss of my brother. I look under the coffee table and spot the adult card game that one of us had bought. It was basically "Never Have I Ever" with prompts. Whoever ended up with the most cards, won. I open the game and start to read the cards, snorting at the filthier ones. I was bored so why the hell not?

Never have I ever had an orgy.

Given oral sex.

Messed around in a public place.

Spit in someones mouth.

I started to separate the cards by things I had and had not done. I don't even look up when I hear his door open and he sits on the opposite side of the couch from me with a grunt. He smelled better so he must’ve showered to sober up.

"Why are you laughing?" JJ asks, leaning forward and reading some of the cards in my "Have Not" pile.

"I'm playing Never Have I Ever with myself." I smirk, holding up my next card.

Never have I ever had sex with other people in the room.

I drop the card in my Have pile and his eyes nearly bug out.

"What?! When? With who?" JJ gasps dramatically.

"Uh, that movie night we had awhile back when I invited Jake."

"Wait. You had sex with all of us in the same room?"

"It wasn't really sex though. He just put it inside me. So it kind of counts." JJ hangs his head as he shakes it in an attempt to hide his blushing cheeks.

"Wow. I never would've guessed." JJ grumbles, grabbing the next unplayed card.

"What? I like sex as much as the next person." JJ ignores me as he shows me the next card.

Never have I ever woken up to someone giving me head.

"Uh, I've never had that happen to me but I've done that to someone else." I laugh and JJ smirks.

"You're missing out. All girls should wake up to their pussies being eaten." A shiver races up my spine as he draws the next card.

Never have I ever taken a nude selfie.

"Oh, easy. I have a whole folder on my phone." I shrug nonchalantly and JJ's jaw hangs open.

"Show me. For research purposes." JJ gives a fake cough and I can't help but laugh.

"Absolutely not! Those are private!" I exclaim but he laughs, pulling out his phone.

"Here, I'll show you one and you show me one. You did just see my ass earlier."

"Not by choice!" JJ scrolls through his phone for a moment before pausing to look at me.

"Okay, I've got mine. Your turn." I pick up my phone and hesiate for a moment.

"Wait, so are we doing full body. Or like topless?" I could feel the burning in my cheeks but I wasn't backing down from this. I wasn't a coward.

"Mine is full body." JJ shrugs and I nod. I find the perfect picture and meet his eyes.

"Okay, on the count of three. One. Two. Three." We both turn our phones to the other and both of our eyes practically bug out. He's nude but he's cupping himself so you can't see his dick and mine is from the back so you can see my bare ass. Still nude but nothing anyone hasn't already seen when I go swimming. We both burst out laughing over the fact that we played each other and we continued the game as he lights up a joint.

“I’ve never had one.” JJ says, hanging the card back to me.

Never have I ever had a hickie.

I gawk at him.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Yea! I always give them. I never receive them. Girls are usually too fucked out to return them.” He gives me a cocky grin. I stand, rising to the challenge.

“I’ll help you out then. Neck or chest?” I move around the table and JJ stares at me with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. I roll my eyes as I straddle his lap, tugging his shirt down below his collarbone. “Neck or chest, J?” I whisper and I feel him gulp, goosebumps appearing across his skin. A certain power comes over me as I plant a kiss on the base of his throat and he hums in approval. I trail my lips up his neck when I suddenly feel his hands squeeze my thighs.

“I-uh, I don’t know what I’ll do if you suck on my neck. It’s my sweet spot.” JJ’s voice is deeper, thick with need and causes butterflies to erupt in my belly.

“Here?” I place a kiss just below his ear and he nods once, hands tightening on my thighs. I suddenly feel his his erection pressing against me and it fueled me further. He wanted this too. I bite down on the flesh and he gasps as I suck a small spot into my mouth.

“Jesus, fuck!” JJ exclaims, hands moving to fist the back of my shirt, like he’s holding me to him. I tug hard on the back of his hair, forcing him to look up at the ceiling and he hisses as I keep marking his skin. His hips buck up into me and I moan.

“Y/N, stop before I do something I’ll regret.” JJ warns, yanking on the back of my hair but I don’t let up. I move my hand to the front of his throat and squeeze. I immediately feel his body relax into the couch but it doesn’t last long. JJ jumps to his feet, startling me as he holds me in his arms just to turn and drop me down on the couch. There’s fire burning in his eyes and a nice purple mark on his neck.

“You asked for this.” JJ growls, dropping to his knees and hauling my ass to the edge of the couch. He immediately latches on to my inner thigh where my shorts have rode up, his free hand squeezing the other one. Sparks race all the way down to my toes as my body buzzes with desire. I tear my shirt off and my bra, loving the way his eyes drink me in as he yanks off my shorts. I take his shirt off next and pull him up onto the couch. I feel him holding back, a questionable look on his face as I palm him through his shorts.

“Talk to me, J.” I breathe, kissing his jaw and his lips quiver.

“You’re my best friends sister. This is wrong.” JJ whispers, his fingers sliding through my slit and he groans when he feels how wet I am.

“Does it feel wrong?” I pop the button on his shorts and our lips finally meet. The last of his restraint dissolves and he shoves his shorts down, his body coming down on top of mine.

“I want you.” I moan as he starts to pull away again and a painful noice rumbles through him.

“I want you too.” JJ whispers between wet tongue filled kisses. I stroke his impressive length for a second and he hisses, bucking in my hand.

“Let’s just forget for a little while. I want to feel something else. I want to feel you inside me. Only that.” I squeeze him harder and he hisses, rubbing his fingers lazily over my clit and making me jerk.

“Condom?” JJ asks, caging me in with his arms as he hovers over me. I line him up with my entrance, keeping my legs spread wide. This was probably going to hurt with no prep but I wanted it to. I welcomed the pain.

“On the shot.” He doesn’t hesitate before he roughly pushes inside me. We both moan loudly.

His cock fills me so deeply, it steals my breath away. I must pinch my face up in discomfort because he starts to withdraw and gives slow strokes. I grasp his biceps, tilting my hips so he can drive even deeper. I start to relax and he begins to pick up the pace, jaw clenched the entire time as he looks from my face to between us where he's disappearing inside me.

"You're so tight." JJ bites out, hair in his eyes.

"Harder," I plead. "Don't stop." He abruptly sits back on his heels, pulling me with him as he angles upwards to hit my sweet spot. JJ groans, throwing his head back as he fucks me harder, keeping a brusing grip on my hips.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum but I'll keep going." JJ moans before picking up his speed, drilling into me hard and fast before releasing a loud moan of ecstasy. His pace doesn't slow and I feel myself cum, throwing my head back as I scream, my body shuddering as I turn to mush. He collapses on top of me, kissing me hard and passionately while continuing to snap his hips forward. I snag him bottom lip between my teeth as I feel another climax quickly approaching. JJ yanks away, only to flip me over and manhandle me onto my hands and knees. A firm hand on the back of my head shoves my face down into the cushion before he slams back inside me.

"Oh, shit." I cry, reaching behind me for something to hold on to. He pulls both my arms behind my back as he slams into me harder and harder, forcing my face down into the couch. I could feel the mess running down my thighs and I yelp when he slaps my ass hard.

"JJ!" I whine. I feel my eyes start to roll back just as he yanks me up against his chest, one hand around my throat and the other pushing down on my pelvis.

"Cum for me. I'm not stopping until you cream my cock. Let me fucking have it." JJ growls into my ear. I try to fight it but a choked scream flies out as I cum hard, soaking us both with a gush of fluid, my nails digging into his hips as tears fill my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

I feel him slam in hard once more then he stills with a satisfied groan before letting me drop back down on the couch to catch my breath. JJ pulls away and starts to clean up as I fight the powerful feeling of exhaustion. He appears in front of me in a pair of black boxers and scoops me into his arms with a satisfied smirk before leading us to his bedroom.

"I told you. Completely fucked out." I smile weakly with my cheek against his chest as he lays me down in his bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm out.

[rvp32]

Prison break- ITZY (Chaeryeong)

Chaeryeong hated Monday mornings, it was the worst day of the week. Chaeryeong also hated it because of college, Chaeryeong wasn’t the regular popular kid. Chaeryeong was hated by a lot of people and constantly bullied but Chaeryeong never did anything to them even though Chaeryeong knew that she could beat them up, Chaeryeong did not want to get in any trouble because of my parents so she never did anything to them and took their beating without saying a thing. 

Chaeryeong had a step-brother, he was a sweet guy and the only person she loved and cared for in her entire family. He was frail and had a small body frame but he was very smart, so smart that he was ranked in the top 10 for overall scores in the university. He deeply cared for Chaeryeong as well, and we were very close so close that some people even mistook us for a couple. To Chaeryeong’s knowledge he lived a pretty decent life, he didn’t smoke, drink, or do drugs and he had a good group of friends.

One day, Chaeryeong was walking by his building to go to my class, Chaeryeong heard someone screaming so Chaeryeong wanted to see what was going on, Chaeryeong was shocked to find that my brother was being beaten up by 3 people who were asking him for his money and also demanding that he steal some of my panties and give it to them. Chaeryeong was furious at this sight so Chaeryeong screamed saying “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU GUYS THINK YOU ARE DOING???!”. 

This caused the 3 guys to turn around to look at me. Chaeryeong walked toward them and punched one of them in the face this caused a brawl to break out and Chaeryeong was beating their asses without even getting hit by them. 2 of them fainted but the last guy would not shut up he constantly kept talking shit about my brother and also me, he was saying disgusting things like “why are you beating us up? Why do you have to guard your brother does he not have the balls to fight us? That weak-ass mother fucker who can do nothing but hide behind his step-sister’s back. I am pretty sure that this weak fucker still sucks on his mom’s tits because of how dependent he is”.

 His last statement set Chaeryeong off and she pushed him down to the ground and continuously punched his face even after he lost consciousness. Chaeryeong was stopped by some random people,  the guy was bleeding so badly and he must have had some broken bones. 

After this, the cops came to my house and took me to the police station, Chaeryeong believed that she was not in the wrong and that she should not have to pay for any of the damages. The guy that he got beaten up was the son of a famous politician so this caused his parents to bribe the judges and Chaeryeong was jailed for 4 years for attempted murder and assault. Chaeryeong’s parents did not even appoint a lawyer to help her with this because they decided that they are no longer associated with Chaeryeong so they disowned her and she was left to deal with this all by herself so she ended up in prison. 

The prison was not a pretty place, it had people who had committed horrible crimes, crimes that would make people puke just from hearing about them so Chaeryeong needed to become stronger and build some friendships so that she doesn’t get bullied like she did when she was in college. The first thing that Chaeryeong had to do when she entered the prison was that she was told to strip and give away all of her belongings, they then took pics of Chaeryeong holding a board with her name and a number, but they did not let her put her clothes back on while they did this but she had no choice to obey them because they were the ones in power right now. 

Chaeryeong was sent to her room and she was staying with four other girls, she did not say anything to them and just went to her bed. One of the girls came up to her and introduced herself by saying “hi, I am Yuna what is your name?” 

They got close over the next few weeks. One day during lunch, a woman walks up to Chaeryeong and took Chaeryeong’s plate, and emptied the food onto the floor. This pissed off Chaeryeong and now that she decided to never be disrespected she got up and punched the woman’s face, this caused a mass fight to break out in prison. There were many people trying to attack Chareyeong and beat her up but she tried her best to defend herself, she was getting tired and did not know how much longer she could keep it up but to her surprise she found her roommates fighting with her, and defending her. The brawl was stopped by the prison guards and Chaeryeong, her roommates along with some other prisoners were thrown into isolation cells. 

All of them did not know how long they would be stuck there, after the first day Chaeryeong decided to break the silence and scream to ask the other 4 people why did they join the fight when they knew that there would be consequences. One of them replied saying “We know that you are a good person, we have been observing you since the time you entered our room, throughout the entire time you did nothing that would bother us and you never caused trouble, so we decided that it was in our best interest to help you when you were so badly outnumbered”. 

Chaeryeong felt touched because this is the first time that someone actually stood up for her and defended her so Chareyeong replied by saying “thank you so much for defending me I really mean it, you guys defended me but I don't know your names so could you please introduce yourselves. The 3 girls introduced themselves and Yuna said, “you know my name already”. The names of her roommates are Lia, Yeji, Ryujin, and Yuna.  

Timeskip 

4 years have already passed and now Chaeryeong was going to be released, she was sad to a certain extent because she did not want to leave Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, and Yuna because they became like a family to her but luckily for her, they were going to get released in 2 months so she planned to come back to the prison to meet them when they are released. When Chaeryeong was released there was no one waiting for her, she was sad to see this because she was hoping that her parents had finally forgiven her and that she could go back to living her normal life. Chaeryeong took a cab to her home and was surprised to find that her family still lived in the same house because after them not coming to pick her up she had assumed that they would have moved to a different city or a country to completely sever ties with her. Chaeryeong walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. 

A handsome muscular man opened the door, the man looked very shocked to see Chaeryeong at the door and as soon as they broke out of his trans he immediately hugged Chareyeong. This sudden act of skinship shocked Chaeryeong and confused her because she did not know the man that was hugging her. After he moved away from Chaeryeong he said: “Noona, you are finally back I have been waiting for you, I wanted to come to pick you up but I did not know which prison you were in”. 

Chaeryeong looked at her step-brother and started to tear up she hugged him “I can’t believe it is really you, I have missed you so much, you have changed so much I didn’t recognize you at all.” Chaeryeong says

“Yeah I did, I did not want to get beat up ever again and I want to be the one to protect you”. - Step-brother replies

Chaeryeong moves into the house and looks around feeling nostalgic. She turns to her brother “I know that they left but I was wondering what happened and how are you still able to keep this house and how are you doing?” Chaeryeong says 

 He turns around and walks closer to Chaeryeong, now they are so close that Chaeryeong’s tits are basically pressed up against her step-brother's chest and he says “I am a millionaire business entrepreneur Noona, my net worth is over 150 million dollars, I have enough money for anything that you want to do Noona, you don’t have to work anymore” 

Chaeryeong is so happy that her step-brother is successful but she feels that she will be a burden on him so she says “don’t worry I can take care of me and I don’t want to drag you or your business down just because you are associated with me so I will leave after I find another place to stay”. 

He holds Chaeryeong’s chin and makes her stare into his eyes and says “Noona, I have missed you so much and there is no way that you will leave I don’t care if I lose everything, I just need you”.

 Chaeryeong pushes him away “don’t joke but I am really thankful for you I mean it. 

Chaeryeong’s brother took her to her room and showed her that it was left exactly as the last time she saw it. She was very surprised that the room was exactly how she had last seen it. Her step-brother leaves Chaeryeong to herself because he knows that she is going to need some time with herself, to grasp the situation and finally come to terms with it. After Chaeryeong finished looking around she goes for a shower. She takes a nice hot shower, bathes in her citrus-scented body wash, and just lets her body relax under all the hot water. She walks out of the shower feeling very relaxed and goes to her old closet to get some clothes to put on, she picks out a loose crop top that she loved, also a pair of shorts, a bra, and panties. She tries to put on a bra but to her disappointment, the bra no longer fits her because her boobs had gotten bigger so decides to just put on the crop top without a bra for now. She tries to put on her panties but she notices that she is facing the same problem as her ass had gotten bigger from all the workouts that she did in prison so she skips that and put on her shorts but since her ass had gotten bigger she could no longer fit in them as well so she just put on one of her old skirts and walked out to the kitchen.

As Chaeryeong walks to the kitchen to get some food as she was very hungry she notices that her brother is cooking some Kimchi-fired rice for her, so sits at the counter near the kitchen, while looking at her step-brother as he cooks. Her step-brother turns around and is startled by Chaeryeong’s sudden appearance, this causes Chaeryeong to burst out in laughter and this embarrasses her step-brother

“I did not hear a single sound. How long have you been here?” He says

“I got here a few minutes ago so do not worry, yeah it is a habit that I picked up when I was in prison, sorry if that creeps you out. I can announce myself every time I enter a room if you want.” Chaeryeong says

“You do not have to do something so stupid and it is also my fault because I have been living alone for such a long time that it is different for me to have someone here,” he says

He continues to cook the rice while watching him cook Chaeryeong realizes that her brother had ignored the question about her parents when they spoke so she wanted to ask again because she was very curious as to why they left but her step-brother is still living here.

“Hey, tell me something where are our parents? Why did they leave and how come they did not take you with them?” Chaereyong says

“I really did not want to talk about this, they left because they no longer wanted to be known as the parents of a criminal, they initially took me with them as well and I had no choice but to follow because I did not have enough money”. Her step-brother says

“You left with them but why are you back here? How is everything the exact same?” - Chaeryeong asks. 

“After we left this house, nobody wanted to buy it so it was just left like this. One year after you went to prison I started my company, within 2 months it took off and I finally had enough money so I left them and bought this house from the real estate agent” her step-brother replies.

Hearing this made Chaeryeong feel appreciated so she walked up to him and hugged him tightly and mumbled something that no one could understand, her brother suddenly pushes her away and looks at her from top to bottom. 

“Noona, are you not wearing a bra? I could feel your nipples on my chest” - he says

Chaeryeong realizes what had just happened so she crosses her arms over her chest attempting to cover up her nipples, she is currently blushing because of what had happened and she walks behind the counter going back to where she was sitting. 

“Yeah I am not wearing any right now because all my old ones do not fit me anymore, I tried putting it on but my boobs became a lot bigger than before so they were really tight and suffocating,” Chaeryeong says.

Hearing this her step-brother's cock got hard and threatened to burst out of his pants but Charyeong could not see this because he had already turned towards the stove to finish his cooking and plate it so that they both could eat it. After plating the rice he takes another pan to make the eggs that he was planning to place on top. By this time his boner had gone down so he picked up the plate of fried rice and egg, and placed it in front of Chareyeong for her to eat. Looking at the food, Chaeryeong’s mouth started to water because for the first time in 4 years she was going to have a home-cooked meal and some good food that she actually liked. 

She waited for her step-brother to finish making his plate as well so that they could eat together, Chaeryeong also suggested that they should watch a new movie or Kdrama because she wants to catch up with them, her step-brother agrees and they sit down in front of the TV. Chaereyong decided that she wants to watch Nevertheless which is Kdrama. After Chaeryeong and her step-brother finished eating, he took the plate to wash them and also clean up the kitchen, by the time he got back Chaeryeong had fallen asleep on the couch, he went to his room to get a blanket to put over her because she must be cold. 

He got the blanket from his room and was about to put it on Chaereyong when he noticed that Chaereyong’s pussy was visible, this caused his dick to get hard, he was so tempted to lie down and start eating her pussy and do so much more to her but he decided against it do he put the blanket over her and went to the washroom to calm himself down. After he calmed down he went to the kitchen where he placed his laptop and began doing his company work.

After an hour, while he continued working Chaeryeong began to moan in her sleep. At first, he thought that it was because she was having nightmares but once he got closer to her the moans sounded very erotic and this set him off again, this time instead of backing out he sat down next to Chaeryeong and started to slowly play with her pussy, seeing that Chaeryeong has not reacted or woken up from this he continued to do so but he got greedy and wanted to taste Chaeryeong.

He tried to spread her legs but this woke Chaereyong up she was shocked as to what was going on but she did not say anything and acted like she was still asleep. He was able to spread her legs and began eating Chaeryeong out. Chaeryeong was trying her best not to moan out loud but she was enjoying it so much and she was so close to her release. When he flicked her clit with his tongue it finally sent Chaeryeong over her edge and she squirted hard. When she was coming down from her high she heard something that sent chills down her spine,

“Noona, until when are you going to pretend that you are asleep, get up and I will fuck you until you won’t be able to walk for another week but if you do not want that just continue to pretend that you are sleeping, and we can forget this ever happened,” he says. 

Chaeryeong is wondering what she should do because if she does get up then her relationship with her step-brother will no longer be the same as it once was but a part of her mind really wanted to get up so that she could finally get fucked by him and enjoy laying in his arms without caring about anything else. 

The side that wanted to get up had won, Chaeryeong sat up and looked into her step-brother’s eyes and said  “Fuck me like you mean it, fuck me so hard that my pussy only becomes the shape of your dick, use my, use all of my holes, and make me yours”. 

This set him off, he grabbed Chaeryeong and made it so that she was sitting on his lap. He looked her in the eyes and Chaeryeong’s eyes were filled with lust, she was basically begging. He chokes her and says “show me how much you want it?”.

Chaeryeong was so wet that she started to stain her step-brother's shorts, after hearing what he said she began to grind her pussy on his thighs,

“I want it so badly please, I need your cock in me please,” Chaeryeong says

He then shoves a finger into her very wet pussy which causes Chaeryeong to release a whine, he responds by adding 2 more fingers and this causes Chaeryeong’s eyes to widen. He continues to finger her as Chaeryeong’s moans grow louder and more frequently.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop. I’M GOING TO CUM SO FUCKING HARD,” Chaeryeong says 

Just as she is about to cum he pulls out all his fingers which causes Chaeryeong to try and protest but her mind is in haze from almost cumming. He then pushes her onto the couch and takes out his cock placing it in front of Chaeryeong’s 

“I can’t wait anymore, my cock is so fucking hard right now. I’m going to put it in now.” He says

“Yes, shove that cock into my pussy and fuck me please,” Chaeryeong says

He slowly pushes his cock into Chaeryeong’s pussy, she gasps when she feels his length, she already feels full from his dick. She still feels him pushing into her.

“Are you in completely yet? It is so big,” Chaeryeong says

“Noona, I’m only half in. It’s okay relax it will feel better” he says

Chaeryeong nods and tries to relax as he fills her up even more and reaches places that have never been touched before. Her moans turn into groans as she feels a little bit of pain. Chaeryeong feels it stop going deeper. 

“I am completely in, I’m going to wait for a little so that you can adjust to this size,” he says

“You can move slowly, I think it feels better now” Chaeryeong replies

He continues to fuck her slowly, she starts to moan at the feeling better, after Chaeryeong adjusted to the size she began to try and match his movements such that she could feel it more. Noticing this he starts to move faster and harder causing Chaeryong to moan loudly. This continued for a few more minutes and Chareyong felt a knot forming in her stomach. He felt Chaeryeong tighten around him and increased his pace such that the was basically ramming into her like a machine. 

“I’m going to cum, please do not stop keep going, I’m so fucking close. Yes, yes, yes” Chaeryeong says

She cums so hard that her body begins to shake and her eyes roll back. As she continued to ride her orgasm out she was mumbling incoherently, this raised a little concern for Chaeryeong’s step-brother because he thought that he might have fucked Chaeryeong’s brains out. 

“Noona are you fine? Did I really just fuck your brains out just from one round? We are going to be doing this the entire night so tomorrow morning I might end up with a mind-broken slut” he says

After a few seconds, Chaeryeong is finally able to talk after being fucked to oblivion. Chaeryeong replies to her step-brother by saying “Keep going I want to become YOUR cock loving slut, fuck me so much that all I can think about is your cock”

Sometime during their sex, they had moved to the bedroom. They continued to fuck till sunrise, they had to end their session because Chaeryeong had passed out from experiencing an extreme amount of pleasure. Chaereyong was lying beside her brother with her pussy leaking with cum and completely passed out. 

This night of amazing pleasure for both of them had changed their relationship forever but in a positive way for them. 

[psych0-str1ngs]

Nikki Sixx x reader- Savior (angst)

Authors Note: I wanted to write for Nikki again, so we're writing a nikki angst. Enjoy and remember that my ask box is open for requests! <3 ;) Also this obviously isn't going to be the exact story of the '87 overdose, but it's kinda close.

Warnings: Cussing, hard drugs, crying, over all sadness, with fluff at the end. If these things trigger you, please don't read it :)

It was late one night, you were with one of your best friends, and crush, Nikki, along with Steve adler, Slash and his girlfriend. You were all drunk, and high. You were sitting on the couch laughing with Slash's girlfriend, While Nikki and Steve were on the floor doing coke. Slash was passed out on another couch.

You zoned out, watching Nikki's face move and contort. You hated to admit it, but Nikki looked totally hot doing coke, even though you knew it was bad. Nikki looked at you and smiled. You blushed and looked back at Slash's girlfriend.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna go outside for a smoke, I'll be back," I got upp off of the couch and stumbled out of the hotel door.

What you didn't know was that, having a smoke in that moment was a horrible idea, the worst ever. You would go on to regret ever leaving that hotel room. Unaware, you continued through the hotel lobby, and on to the cold night. You looked at the sky, immediately the moon reminded you of Nikki.

You often stared up at the sky, imagining living in one of those distant galaxies, with Nikki. He was had such an alien-istic outlook on life, you had never someone who had such wild opinions, but that's what made him interesting. As teens, you and Nikki would sit for hours outside, talking about life, and the moral out codes of being a rockstar, or what you wanted to do with your life. Beyond the musical aspect of life you both shared, you were much alike, sharing many qualities, but also none at all.

You had once again zoned out, the smoke from your cigarette wisting away along with your conscious. You heard sirens, not thinking a thought of it. You looked across the street at the corner store, deciding to grab some more beers. You quickly ran across the street pulling out your wallet. Lines and lines of beers were stacked up on the back wall. You took your pick and payed for it. Walking out the store and seeing an ambulance, as well as seeing Nikki.

You dropped the beer and ran into the street, not even looking if there were any cars. You ran up to Steve, who was standing with his hands on his head.

"What the hell happened?" You yelled. ""What the hell happened?" You yelled.

"He overdosed on heroin." Steve said, sounding extremely scared.

"YOU LET HIM DO FUCKING HEROIN?" I screamed at him, throwing my hands up in the air.

Any last bit of my high was gone, I was completely sobered up. Tears threatened to spill as looked behind me at the white sheet on the gurney. They pulled him into the ambulance.

"Will anyone be coming with him?" The paramedic asked quickly.

"Take my car," I threw my keys at Steve.

I jumped in the the back of the ambulance. The doors closing behind me. I looked at Nikki, who's face was completely relaxed. You sat next to him, the paramedics stood next to the wall of medical things. They were trying everything, shocking him, CPR, anything they though would work. You grabbed his cold hand, and held it in yours. The paramedics yelled at each other. I sat silently.

"Nikki I love you," I whispered. "You can't leave me now."

I knew he didn't hear me, I didn't care. He was far off in a coma, his body threatening cardiac arrest. I moved my hands to my lap, still staring at his face. It was flushed, and almost lifeless. You felt sick, like you were going to puke. The paramedics grabbed the large gurney, and pulled him out of the large truck.

"Stay in the lobby ma'am," The male paramedic said, holding his hand out to help me down.

I quickly walked behind them into the long hospital hallways before I watched them wheel his body away, I trembled, my legs felt like Jello. I walked to a seat, sitting there quietly. The thought of him shooting up replayed through my brain, a deafening ringing was in my ears, but there was no sound. It was an empty waiting room, despite it being a Friday night.

---

You were overwhelmed and anxious, as anyone would be. Sitting in the waiting room, you felt as though your eyes were as dry as a desert, your throat was stinging, as though you had just been screaming for hours on end. You felt a tap on your shoulder, it was Nikki. You looked over, his face staring straight at yours. You screeched before getting up and stumbling back away from him. He had maggots, and other bugs crawling through holes on his lifeless face. Parts of flesh were missing from his body, he looked like he had been dead for years. You stumbled back into another person, turning around, and screaming again, your eyes veered at Nikki, who was standing in front of you. You looked around, all of the seats had been filled with the image of Nikki's cold lifeless body. You ran down the hall in terror, before stopping at a cross way.

He was every where, suddenly, a young Nikki was in front of you. Staring you down like a hawk. His tiny hands wrapped around your throat, screeching at you.

"why did you let this happen to me?!?!?!"

You couldn't breath, not a single bit

---

The tap on your shoulder had woken you up, it was a doctor.

"Are you with the man who had overdosed?" She asked politely.

I looked around confused, I was sitting in the same seat I was before, but this time, the seats around you were filled up with different people, all kinds.

"Y-yes," I stuttered. "Oh god, is he okay?"

"Do you want to see him?" She asked, her hand on my shoulder.

"Yes please," I got up and she walked me to the room he was in.

I looked at him and immediately ran up to him, his eyes looked at me, smiling. I wrapped my arms around him gently, as he was probably feeling horrible. The doctor walked out, shutting the door.

"Nikki you're a fucking idiot!" I said, looking at him. "If you do heroin ever fucking again, I'll kill you myself you fucker."

He laughed before coughing a bit.

"It'll take more than that to kill me, babe," He smiled, still looking a bit pale.

Your hand caressed his face.

"God I'm so happy you're alive." I hugged him again.

"Yeah yeah," His arm slightly raised, he groaned from pain.

"Don't you dare move until they tell you you can," I look at him."

He rebelled, grabbing my hand, and looking me in the eyes, i blushed slightly.

"I heard what you said." He said quietly.

"Oh?" I looked down embarrassed. "I didn't think you would, uhm, I thought you were gone.."

"I love you too, Y/n," He smiled. "Always have, and always will."

"I think you need some sleep hun," I laughed, chopping up what he had said to him just being disoriented.

"I mean it." He tugged your hand lightly. "I love you"

My breath caught in my throat. I leaned down and kissed him, my lips fit perfectly against his. He kissed back immediately. I pulled up a chair after kissing him and sat down, and after 1 million years, Steve, slash and his girlfriend all show up. They walked in, thanking god that Nikki was alive. Steve started to profusely apologize, Nikki told him it was okay, and that he wasn't mad. I was just happy he was okay, and that I finally had him.

And I could finally take care of him the way he deserved to be.

[boncottontail]

Honestly, even though I fucking hate Doied and would definitely punt him to the sun, I think his backstory is tragic.

All we know currently about Doied is that he works for the Federation and hates Q!Roier with a passion (to the extent of him drugging and torturing him). Since we had no idea that he was a real person (and not just one of Roier’s silly alter egos) before the tapes, I assume that he’s spent his entire life locked away in the Federation offices, while his twin (?) is living the life he’s always dreamed of, full freedom to do anything he desires, away from the clutches of Cucurucho.

SO. I have two theories as to who Doied is and his connection to Q!Roier.

Theory One: Doied is a Q!Roier prototype.

Clinging on to the theory that Q!Roier is a federation experiment (like Q!Jaiden and Q!Baghera), I think that Doied could have been the result of their first trial to create Q!Roier. He came out an unrivaled genius but didn’t look the way he wanted to. But the Federation thought they could use his smarts so they assigned him to work in their offices. Later, they tried again, and came up with Q!Roier. Perfection.

Theory Two: Doied and Q!Roier are twins.

Maybe the Federation ended up making two experimental children at once, splitting the brains (Doied) and the brawn (Q!Roier) between both of them. But even though Doied was a genius who could pull off anything, Q!Roier ended up being the more “stable” of the twins. Favored by the Federation because he was the “perfect” result of their islander experiment, he was sent off to live on the island, while Doied was left locked away underground.

No matter which theory is closer to the truth, the real question is: What is Doied’s motivation? Easy, it’s none other than Jealousy.

Because Doied was smart. He was a genius scientist who invented a majority of the Federation’s machinery for their projects and experiments. Without him, he was sure that the Federation wouldn’t have succeeded as much as it did—but how come Q!Roier, armed only with his kindness and strength, gets to live a free life? Why does he get to have a family, while Doied only had faceless Fed workers and a psycho bear boss to keep him company? It was unfair. It was UNFAIR.

When Cucurucho showed up to Doied’s office, while pulling Q!Roier with a rope tied around his neck, Doied took his chance for revenge. He drugs him. Blindfolds him. Tortures him until he’s puking all over himself, then crushes his communicator to completely cut him off from his precious family and friends and children.

Then, under Cucurucho’s command, he puts Q!Roier’s body into a rat, just because he fucking can.

One day, a strange man named Hombre Misterioso shows up. He tells Doied to switch bodies with Q!Roier. Doied realizes that doing so not only meant stealing his body but his life, too. The life he’s always wanted outside the Federation’s white walls. The life under the sun, the life away from toxic command, the life of freedom.

Now in Q!Roier’s body, Doied experiences life. He experiences adventure and danger. He experiences friendship and unconditional love. He experiences the care of a loving husband.

And maybe Doied might end up getting a little attached to his cute egg children. Maybe Doied will end up taking a bit of a liking to his twin’s husband—but Q!Cellbit is a smart guy. He knows his husband from the inside out. There’s a chance that he already noticed how oddly different “Q Roier” is. The signs were there in the most recent stream. The lack of “guapito” and the hug only directed at the eggs…

Doied experiences love for the first time, then it gets ripped right off his hands. A tragic end for a tragic character.

[fizziepopangel]

Got any Octavia headcanons? Just in general 🦉🌠

Now, I don't have a ton since Octavia isn't one of my favorite characters and doesn't have a ton of screentime, but I did have a few, so ask and you shall receive!

“This place REEKS of corporate shame.”

(Octavia headcanons I think are pretty accurate)

Octavia is super active on Sinstagram, but unlike most girls her age, she mostly posts photography and sometimes she tries silly trends or makeup looks with her dad.

Despite her original anger at her father’s affair, Octavia grows to love Blitz as if he were a second dad.

Via practices magic often with tutors or in school, but she prefers learning with her dad because she enjoys the bonding time it gives them. When her parents split up, one of the hardest things for her was having her studies with her dad cut in half.

Her favorite snack is roasted marshmallows (sometimes smores). She often just gets a bag of marshmallows and sits in her room, using her pyrokinesis to roast them while she watches horror movies in bed.

While she is asexual, Octavia is biromantic. Stolas and Loona are the only two people who she's felt comfortable enough to come out to.

She loves to read, mostly thrillers and mystery novels. She plans to have enough books to rival her father's plant collection.

After her trip to the human world in “Seeing Stars”, Loona and Octavia made it a point to have coffee at least once a month. While the two usually have coffee and walk around Stylish Occult and other hell stores similar to it, they use the time to vent about their fathers, school/work, unbeknownst to their fathers, the girls sometimes sneak to earth to take in the sights there.

Loona is the first person she tried drugs or alcohol with. Via really wanted to try something rebellious so Loona supervised her while smoked a little weed and took a few shots.... then spent the rest of the night holding her hair while she puked and trying to bring down the paranoia levels. They both agreed Stolas and Blitz never needed to know that happened.

Stella is afraid of reptiles…. Unbeknownst to her, Stolas has let their daughter keep a pet snake that she found in his garden. Via has had this snake for almost 4 years without her mother's knowledge and it's name is Starlight.

Octavia still hasn’t mastered transforming into her full demon form, but she is more interested in learning to transform into her human form since she’s seen both of her parents and Loona do it before and she thinks they all look quite pretty in their human forms… Since she struggles with finding anything attractive about herself now, she wonders if she’ll be as pretty as them.

Octavia is extremely musically inclined and despite her mother hating it, Via taught herself to play the drums.

Via visits her father in the hospital every day. He makes her promise to take care of his plants and she actually ends up really enjoying tending to the garden, she even talks to the plants and plays music for them to try to cheer them up since, much like her, they're also feeling a bit lost without Stolas at home.

After taking up journaling, she took up writing poetry and she sometimes performs it at open mic nights. She’s never told anyone, but she really enjoys it and despite her demeanor, she’s found that her mental health has improved tremendously since she started writing.

Collects interesting/weird taxidermy and gives each one a unique and personality.

Up until her first appearance in Helluva Boss, Octavia actually did the most to earn her mother’s affection. She stopped in hopes that the drastic change in behavior would catch her mother’s attention… When it didn’t, she slowly started learning who she was apart from her parents and came up with her current personality and aesthetic.

Loves spice. Like could care less about cookies or cupcakes most of the time but wants to eat the hottest pepper she can find like a tic tac.

Very much the type who wants to advocate for those who are struggling. Since she can’t do much to make hell better, once she’s old enough and learns to shift into her human form, she totally comes to the human realm to help with protests for causes she believes in.

Speaks in nothing but song lyrics sometimes. No reason, just does it.

[luna-writes-stuff]

Day 17: Cardigan, Robin Buckley

Song link

Fanfic, fem!harrington!reader

Pining/longing, follows s3 e7

Word count: 2949

Tw: Description of feeling nauseous/the need to vomit. Drug-use and mentions of abduction. For an author who hates to use Y/N, I sure do use it a lot in this fic. More platonic Robin x Steve, but instead of Tammy Thompson, they talk about you.

Summary: Having finally escaped from the Russians, Steve and Robin deal with the after effects of the drugs that were used on them. But what happens when Robin’s casually drops her biggest secret? And what if it all has to deal with Steve’s sister?

“Vintage tee, brand new phone High heels on cobblestones When you are young, they assume you know nothing.”

“So, like, I wasn't totally focused in there or anything, but... I'm pretty sure... that mom was trying to bang her son.”

The two drugged teenagers had wandered the halls of the otherwise abandoned mall, finding their peace at a small water fountain. One that Steve had slowly began to down in one sitting.

“Wait, wait, the hot chick was Alex P. Keaton's mom?” He slurred, retreating his head from under the tap.

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure.”

Stunned, he stared at Robin, squinting his eyes in confusion. “But they're the same age.”

“No, but he went back in time” She explained, shaking her head.

“Then why is it called Back to the Future?”

“He has to go back to the future because he's in the past. So, the future is actually the present, which is his time.”

A silence struck the pair as they continued to stare at each other. One in wonder, the other in a taunting manner.

“Wh... What?”

“No, no, it's my turn. You've had enough.”

“Sequin smile, black lipstick Sensual politics When you are young, they assume you know nothing.”

Having just been through hell and back - metaphorically -, part of Steve was glad to be back in the mall. The other part of Steve was too drugged to care. But the relief that flooded through his body when you appeared in the room with Dustin and Erica was something that could not escape his current state.

He was grateful you had listened to him, and followed the two younger teenagers into the vents after their run-in with the Russians, but that did not take away the fact that his heart skipped a beat the second you ran into the room and knocked the guards out. Maybe in glee, maybe in shock. He didn’t know.

He also didn’t know what was wrong with him when he ran out of the cinema with Robin without informing you. Throughout his earlier school years he had always neglected his little sister, but since you had been seventeen, he had taken you with him more often. And it had all been a fun couple of years.

Until that entire ordeal just one night ago. He wished he hadn’t dragged you into it, but he was glad to still have you at his side. Even through those terrible hours moments ago.

“But I knew you Dancin' in your Levi's Drunk under a streetlight, I.”

“Wow,” Looking up at the ceiling, all thoughts and memories escaped his mind. The lights; they were breathtaking.

“Hey, Robin. You gotta check this out.” He mumbled, urging the girl closer, who stumbled over to him. “Check this... This... The ceiling, it's beautiful.”

Gasping in wonder, Robin leaned back, staring up at the glass ceiling. “Oh, wow.”

But the longer they stared at it, the more the lights seemed to move. Slowly, at first. But then, racing in circles. Nausea filled both of them. Robin was the first to run off to the bathroom.

“Oh.” Steve remarked, hallowing his cheeks as he felt the vomit rise. Without a moment of doubt, he followed her, flinging the door open clumsily.

“I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better, I.”

“The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?” Robin spoke up, still bend over the toilet, but slowly sobering up.

“Holy shit,” Steve gasped. “No. You think we puked it all up?”

“Maybe. Ask me something.” A Russian accent escaped the girl’s lips as she mocked her earlier kidnappers. “Interrogate me.”

Chuckling in amusement, Steve leaned back against the stall, humming lowly. “Okay. Interrogate you. Sure.”

Thinking about the question for a second, he asked; “Um... When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?”

“Today.” Robin answered, not missing a beat.

“What?”

“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw.”

“Oh, my God.”

“It was just a little bit, though.”

“Yeah, it's definitely still in her system.” Steve snickered.

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite.”

“Oh... All right, my turn.” Robin decided, finally sitting upright.

“Okay. Hit me.”

“Have you…” She pondered the question momentarily, recent activities swirling through her mind. “Ever been in love?”

“Yep.” Steve answered without missing a beat. “Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.”

“Oh, my God. She's such a priss.”

“Hm. Turns out, not really.”

Another moment of silence, followed by a second, rather uncomfortable question. “Are you still in love with Nancy?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

A rough sigh escaped from throat, as he ran his hand through his hair.“I think it's because I found someone who's a little bit better for me. It's crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he's been saying, "You know, you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie.".”

“Wait, who's Suzie?” Robin interrupted, confused by the sudden name.

“It's some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend. To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real. But that's not... that's not really the point.”

“A friend to all is a friend to none Chase two girls, lose the one When you are young, they assume you know nothin'.”

As Steve continued ranting about the girl - which Robin was fairly sure was him describing her - she began to zone out. Only certain words connected with her, but not in the way Steve might have wanted it.

‘This summer’, ‘she’s smart’, and ‘top-secret Russian codes’. All she could do was see your face flash in front of her with every single new memory. She had known your face for years, but had only gotten to properly know you this summer. Through Steve. And she had found herself in quite the situation now.

“She's honestly unlike anyone I've ever even met before.”

She hadn’t even realised Steve had finished talking yet. In her mind, she was still talking to you.

“Robin? Robin, did you just OD in there?”

A knock ripped her from her thoughts.

“No,” she sighed. “I... am still alive. The floor's disgusting.”

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…”

“But I knew you Playing hide-and-seek and Giving me your weekends, I.”

A long, inward groan escaped Robin as Steve continued to fill the silences. “What do you think?”

“About?” She prodded, trying to escape an already gloomy situation.

“This girl.”

“She sounds awesome.”

“She is awesome.” Steve agreed. “And what about the guy?”

“I think,” she pondered, looking down at her shoes. “I think he's on drսg, and he's not thinking straight.”

“Really?” He spoke up. “'Cause I think he's thinking a lot more clearly than usual.”

“He's not.” Robin dismissed, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Look... he doesn't even know this girl. And if he did know her, like... like really know her, I don't think he'd even want to be her friend.”

From the other stall, Steve frowned, shaking his head at his friend’s dismissing tone towards herself. “No, that's not true. No way is that true.”

“Listen to me, Steve,” Robin mumbled. “It's shocked me to my core, but I like you. I really like you. But I'm not like your other friends. And I'm not like Nancy Wheeler.”

“Robin, that's exactly why I like you.”

“I knew you Your heartbeat on the High Line Once in 20 lifetimes, I.”

With those sheer words, a lonely tear fell from her eyes, slowly dripping down her cheek as her head fell against the stall as well, looking up at the ceiling as if some unknown force would save her.

“Do you remember what I said about Click's class?” She yielded, regretting the words the minute she spoke them.

“About me being jealous and, like, obsessed? Yeah.” Steve laughed shortly.

“It isn't because I had a crush on you,” she confessed. “It's because... you wouldn't stop belittling her.”

Turning his head to look at the other side of the stall, knowing Robin was there, he uttered in confusion. “Mrs. Click?”

Deep regret had already begun to seep into her features, but part of Robin was still too far gone to even care. She had to come clean now, or she knew she’d never do it again.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N?” Steve repeated. “Y/N as in my Y/N? Harrington?”

“Yes,” Robin confirmed, drowning out his noises.”I wanted her to look at me. But... she couldn't stop trying to gain your attention and approval. And I didn't understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag. And you were only one year older than her.”

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite.”

“And... And you didn't even try to cheer her up when she was down,” She rattled on, incapable of stopping now. “You couldn’t even tell... I would go home... and just scream into my pillow. If she would have looked at me, I could’ve helped her. I could have tried to make her smile.”

A deep, painful silence sunk in. Robin had become the epitome of anxiety, whilst Steve was still as confused as he was about the film in the cinema.

“But, Y/N’s a girl.”

Robin knew you would’ve slapped him. She’d only properly known you for two months, but she knew. She had almost laughed at the thought. Almost. If she hadn’t been confessing her crush on Steve’s sister to - well - Steve.

“Steve.”

“Yeah?” He asked obliviously, before it finally sunk in. “Oh.”

“Oh.” Robin repeated, sadness laced within her voice.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Holy shit.”

“To kiss in cars and downtown bars Was all we needed You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin'.”

In that lone moment, she was ready to be yelled at, to be called names. But all she received was deafening silence. A silence so loud, she now felt the need to fill it.

“Steve... did you OD over there?”

“No,” he answered. “I just, uh... just thinking.”

“Okay.”

“I mean,” Steve tried, trying to calm Robin’s mind. Even from his place, he could tell she was a bundle filled with panic now.

Sliding under the walls, he entered Robin’s stall, sitting across from her. “It’s weird for me to say I get it. But I do. Y/N’s cool.”

But Robin hadn’t looked him in the eyes yet. Not since she had just confessed one of her - perhaps - biggest secrets ever.

“She likes girls too, you know.” The boy tried to comfort.

“I don’t think that is something you should parade around with.” Robin advised, forming her lips in a thin line.

“Not my place to tell,” He understood, holding his hands up in surrender. “But I want you to know, don’t dwell on it. Maybe you’re a Harrington-type.”

“Oh no.” The girl groaned, rolling her eyes before ultimately landing them on Steve.

“I’m serious. I think she likes you too.”

“Don’t ever call me a Harrington-type again.”

“You should be flattered.” He went on.

“Steve,”

“If you want, I could lock you two up in a room sometime.”

“You’re making this worse than it needs to be.”

“There is nothing bad here to make worse.”

“'Cause I knew you Steppin' on the last train Marked me like a bloodstain, I.”

When Robin finally showed a tiny smile, Steve couldn’t fight the grin forming on his lips, a silent gesture that told him to continue speaking.

“Don’t tell her I said this, but I might have definitely overheard her talking about you to one of her friends. But you did not hear that from me.”

“I am so grateful I never had a brother like you.”

“You should take your chance, Robin!” The boy dismissed, nudging Robin’s shoulder in reassurance.

“Just go out there and say ‘Hi, I’m lesbian and available. Want to date me?’.”

With those words, her face fell blank, and she found herself nearly swallowing her tongue. Her breath hitched at the sudden realisation as her eyes widened.

“What?” Steve asked worriedly, immediately noticing the change in behaviour on Robin’s face.

She didn’t respond. Not immediately, anyway. She was too stunned to even properly process her words.

“That was the first time I ever said that out loud.” She whispered.

“What?” The boy asked, obliviousness settling in once more. “‘Date me’?”

“No,” she mumbled, forcing down her racing heartbeat. “I’m lesbian.”

“I knew you Tried to change the ending Peter losing Wendy, I.”

Memories flooded his mind as Steve remembered the first time you talked to him.The first time you felt safe and entrusted enough to simply rant to him. And to Robin, he said the exact same things he had said to you.

“I’m proud of you for saying it. And happy to be the one you said it to.”

“Well,” Robin began, no longer being able to fight the smile on her face. “I wasn’t really talking to you. I was, but metaphorically-“

“I know,” she was interrupted. “Professing your love to the person who has your heart just after being captured by Russian spies in an American mall does have a nice ring to it.”

“Very romantic.”

“It’s that, or kissing in the rain.” He went on, referring to all those films he had seen on the screen with earlier girlfriends.

“That can make you seriously sick.” Robin shook off in amusement.

“I knew you Leavin' like a father Running like water, I And when you are young, they assume you know nothing.”

Steve had laughed at that, noticing it was the exact same thing you would always tell him. And Robin found herself chuckling at Steve’s laughter. And for a second, nothing but joy filled the mall bathrooms.

When it ultimately died down, Robin looked Steve straight in the eye, somewhat of remorse and pleading in her eyes.

“Don’t tell her.” She requested gently, knowing her secret was now within her friend’s hands.

“I won’t,” Steve assured. “But if you need that little nudge, all you have to do is ask.”

“I think I got it.”

“Just helping.” He defended, shrugging his shoulders.

“I know,” she nodded, now giving the older Harrington a sincere look. “Thank you, Steve.”

A nod of acknowledgment and reassurance was handed her way, before he suddenly burst out laughing.

“What?”

“All I can imagine,” Steve cackled, before breaking down again. “All I can imagine is my sister and the girl I like eventually ending up together. That’s…that’s karma.”

Laughter filled the stalls as Robin got infected as well, doubling over in joy. She slapped her knee as Steve forced his head back, his Adam's apple bouncing with every laugh tearing from his throat.

“I think I’d deserve that one.”

“But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young.”

Suddenly, the door of the bathroom flew open, the knob knocking against the wall harshly. In the doorway stood Erica, Dustin and Y/N, looking down at the two teenagers in shock.

“What the hell?” The boy uttered exasperated, panting heavily.

Robin and Steve stopped their laughter at his words, staring at each other as deers being caught in headlights. But one tiny snicker from Steve was enough to let both of them break down snickering again.

“I knew I'd curse you for the longest time Chasin' shadows in the grocery line I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired And you'd be standin' in my front porch light.”

You walked over to the pair, slapping the back of Steve’s head as he groaned in disagreement, shutting up immediately.

“I went to get a drink for one second!” You scolded. “All you had to do was stay put.”

“We were thirsty as well.” Robin groaned, standing up clumsily. Without even thinking about it twice, you grabbed her arm gently, keeping her steady as she tried to maintain her balance.

While heat rushed to your cheeks, all Robin could do was stand quietly, forcing those dreadful flutters in her stomach down.

“You could have told me. I would’ve gotten you something too.” You mumbled, slowly letting go of her arm.

“And I knew you'd come back to me You'd come back to me And you'd come back to me And you'd come back.”

The two of you simply stood there as Steve struggled to get up as well. If you had been paying attention, you would have seen him reaching for your hand. But you weren’t. And Steve was clinging onto your arm desperately as he pushed himself up.

“Let’s go back before the Russians find us!” Dustin lectured, grabbing the back of Steve’s shirt as he dragged the older teenager with him.

“Yes,” you agreed quietly, nudging the head towards the door for Robin. Subconsciously, she found herself reaching for your arms again. She hadn’t even realised before hers wrapped around yours.

When you sent her a question, but bashful look, she pretended to stumble a little, dragging your arm with her slightly. Moving with her body, you tugged her with you, forcing your eyes in front of you, instead of beside you.

Words weren’t Robin’s strongest point. But she was good in actions.

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite.”

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

What's Your Name?

kai anderson x female reader part 1.

content: slight smut at the beginning, unprotected sex, pregnancy, no relationship, swearing, second person.

"Ugh!" You moan as this random sexy long blue haired man bounces you up and down in a standing fuck in the gym showers.

The two of you were bound to be seen, but hadn't cared. You were having vicious sex in the men's locker room at your gym with some random guy you'd probably never see again. What's so harmful in that?

Coming down from your highs with heavy breaths and he puts you down, you gathering your clothing and quickly putting it on. But you look back to the man who still stands in the shower, looking down at the mess on the floor from our many rounds.

He looks at you with a confused expression. "Hey, I'll clean this. You just go 'fore you get banned from this place for bein' in here."

"Thanks." Was the last thing you'd said to him.

The next two weeks and you'd basically forgotten about it all. Getting back to working at the bakery and your regular gym schedule, where you'd see that man and that'd be the only reminder of what the two of you had done.

Impeccable urges to do it again, the constant crave for him was getting worse and worse and you didn't know why.

Stomach pains started after about two and a half weeks. Disturbing stomach pains, that felt vulgar and made you have to puke.

Corner store, or the drug store, was your hope to find out what was wrong. Not only did you pick up a drug test but a pregnancy test too.

Paying for them wasn't going to happen. They were ten dollars a piece, nevermind the embarrassment of walking up there with both those tests. You'd look like a lunatic.

But, theft was easy for you, you'd always been good at it since your first time stealing chapstick when you were only five. It was something you were good at.

That, and black mailing people into buying you drugs when you were too young to buy them yourself.

Eleven, is how old you were the first time you'd asked a man outside of the drug store to buy you cigarettes.

"My papa's dyin' at home, he couldn't come himself. Please sir, just a pack?"

"Why isn't your mom gettin' em?" He'd ask.

"My mom is dead, sir. If my dad dies a slow painful death with no cigarettes, I'll hold you accountable, sir. Reasonable for my lonesomeness when I get put into the system with no parents left."

Mom and you were close, in fact. Your mother was not dead, and your dad was not sick. You just wanted cigarettes.

You were never a good kid, and you never wanted to be.

Leaving that store with the tests in your purse made you feel alive again. Like your younger self. Hating your younger self was easy until you felt that ecstasy she had felt, once again. You'd almost forgot what that felt like.

When the pregnancy test came out positive, you didn't know what to do. Along the fact that the only positive on your drug test was nicotine.

"Fuck!" You scream out and put your hands on your knees that are raised to your chest as you sit on your bed, beginning to cry.

Not knowing this man turned to having his child growing inside of you at the very moment.

"What do I do.." Thoughts did nothing to soothe your worries.

Your stomach was turning, and you had to vomit. You run to the bathroom and do so before looking at yourself in the mirror, touching your stomach.

"Fuck! You idiot!" You'd scream at yourself in the mirror and slam your hands on the sink in your bathroom.

..

The next day, you went to the gym. "Hey, where's that man? The one with the blue hair." You ask his trainer.

"He shouldn't be here for another twenty minutes ma'am. Why?" He responds.

Sighing and rubbing your temples, "I need to talk to him. In private so when he gets here can you please tell him to go to the locker room.?"

He nods with a concerned expression on his face and you walk off to the men's locker room, sitting on some bench. You stare at the positive test and your hands start to shake. You couldn't believe this was happening.

I mean, you hadn't even known the guy's name.

20 minutes felt like 20 hours while waiting for him to get there.

"What? You want round two or somethin'?" The man says with that smug expression. "If you are, I'm all for it, baby."

"What's your name?" You ask, standing up when he gets close enough to feel his hot breath hit your face.

His face morphs to be emotionless. "Kai. And you are..?"

"Y/n. Kai, we need to talk."

"About what?" Kai asks, placing his hands on his hips with a confused expression.

Taking the test out of your back pocket and handing it to him.

The silence as he holds it and stares at it is killing you.

"You're not doin' so much talkin' for someone who 'needs to talk to me'." He sighs and holds the test up to your face. "What's this mean, mama?"

Hands shaking, and you sit down, leading him to bring himself down to one knee to bring himself eye level with you.

Nothing to say came to mind. His calmness stunned you.

"Here's my full name, and my number. Please, call me so we can arrange a doctor's appointment." You hand Kai a piece of paper that says said information on it.

Watching him lick his lips as he looks at you, then he stands up.

Kai stares for a moment, before turning around and walking away without a word.

That was honestly less painful than you thought it'd be.

But, again, you didn't know who Kai even was. You just had his kid growing in you without having any idea what you're going to do.

[0l0x]

I'm used to doctors being incompetent, not listening to me, accusing me of using drugs, and blaming every problem I have on "anxiety"... but this last one was so hostile and outrageously disrespectful, I've been crying for the last 5 hours and I can't stop. I'm in shock. I don't have the energy to get into what happened today, so I'll just say the state of medical care in my area is so fucking abysmal it's unbelievable.

Maybe 1 out of every 10 docs I see is competent, the rest are useless sacks of puke who give their whole profession a bad name. Too many people get into this profession because their parents forced them to, not because it's their passion.

I don't blame anti-vaxxers and crunchy woo-peddlers one bit. I never want to see a doctor again, most of them don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. I always end up doing their job FOR them and fighting them every step of the god damn way just to get basic diagnoses and treatment. It's exhausting. I'm EXHAUSTED with these cunts. I shouldn't have to go to war every time I'm sick.

I swear it's partly misogyny and the fact that I look 12 years old. I always have to fight like hell to be taken seriously, otherwise I get brushed off and then the problem escalates until I end up in the hospital. This has happened to me so many times now it's not even funny. I'm really hoping this isn't one of those occasions, because I'm pretty sure I have a UTI that these motherfuckers are not catching because they, once again, act like I'm asking them to move fucking mountains every time I need a basic test run and just refuse to do it for whatever bullshit reason, or do it incorrectly, or run the wrong god damn test entirely. FUCK. I HATE THEM.

2/1/2024

[bridgeporthq]

Oh, look! It’s FIONA JOHNSON! I heard they’re [30], a [CIS-FEMALE, use SHE/HER pronouns, have been in town for THIRTY and are actually from BRIDGEPORT, MAINE. They are currently working as a/an/the BLUE ANCHOR LIGHTHOUSE and living in OLD BRIDGEPORT. You know, I personally think they look like VICTORIA PEDRETTI, but that’s crazy, right?

BIOGRAPHY

Triggers in Bio: addiction, drugs, alcohol, death

With addicts as parents, Fiona learned to thrive in a dysfunctional household. Other little girls learned to braid their hair, but not her. Forced to take care of her two younger siblings, Fiona knew the best way to steal dinner from the grocery stores without getting caught. Tiffany and Terry made it nearly impossible for her and her siblings to have a normal childhood, yet the children found ways to be happy. For their birthdays, Fiona would skip school and buy a box of cake mix with a bag of quarters she would get from busting a washer machine at the Soap Opera Laundromat. The cake, delicious and prettily decorated with the berries she would steal from the Rhodes farm, made them all squeal with laughter as the Johnson children sang ‘Happy Birthday.’ The Johnson kids loved each other and they manage to turn their sad situation into a whimsical one. It was them against the world.

While Fiona has had enough reason to hate her parents, her heart ached for their love and attention. To the age of thirteen, she would follow Terry around the house as he smoked cigarette after cigarette, ranting over some bad business he got himself into. Tiffany’s hair would be stroked as she puked her brains out after night of binge drinking. And Fiona would have continued loving her parents if Tiffany hadn’t shattered her world in one thoughtless, inebriated sentence. She wasn’t her father’s daughter. During a heated fight, Tiffany had bailed on the family for a few days, sleeping with whoever welcomed her in their bed, and nine months later, Fiona was came into the world kicking and screaming. Not a single soul, other than Tiffany and Fiona, knows the truth. Not wanting to accept it, Fiona never confronted her mother about it. It’s a secret she has never been brave enough to speak about.

Despite the chaos and instability at home, Fiona excelled in her education as it was the one thing she felt she had control over. She used school to distract herself from the realities at home. Every A gave a sense of peace. She was more than just her dysfunctional family. There was a promised that she could be like one of those shiny girls that had their whole life together. The type of girl who would study marine biology and swim with the octopuses. But she grew hard and cynical. Life wasn’t supposed to be easy. Not for girls like her. Plus, she had her younger siblings to look after. So she quietly gave up her dream to become a marine biologist and stayed in her small town.

From the age of sixteen, Fiona worked at the fish market, cleaning and selling fish at the Blue Harbor Fish Market. There was where she met the old groundskeeper of the Blue Anchor Lighthouse, over the transaction of two lobsters and the homemade blueberry pie she made to pay for her younger sibling’s field-trip. He fascinated her. Her fascination around his weathered face and the intrinsic way he just knew a storm was coming made her wonder at times if he was her father. They soon became friends. Fascinated with the tender way the groundskeeper took care of the lighthouse, Fiona begged him to hire her as his assistant. Reluctantly, he gave her a job and soon enough he filled in the shoes of grandfather. A fact she would never confirm to anyone. While the pay had been shit, she stayed on, and quietly worked beside him, barely giving each other one worded responses. In her fifth year being the groundskeeper’s assistant, Fiona found him dead in his armchair, his tea ice cold from the night before.

Now the groundskeeper, Fiona keeps to herself busy working on upkeep the lighthouse. She hasn’t much inspirations in life but to keep her siblings safe and to one day swim with the octopuses.

[kiankiwi]

(home) As the medicine's resetting his system, so to speak, it makes E virtually incontinent for a little while; he absolutely hates being dependent on diapers during that time and gets super embarrassed if he has an accident and needs changing while we're visiting.

We realize rubbing his belly (especially when it hurts) helps as we change him and as he cries from embarrassment we comfort him that way. But sometimes the medicines are so strong they even make him vomit just to get everything out of his system faster.

I feel like they'd give us a week long overnight pass because of course he needs his wife to take care of him (or at least having us there helps a ton) while he's sick and we basically spend that week in the bathroom as his body voids the drugs and absolutely anything else. And of course the staff are ready with IV's to keep him hydrated.

If he's big while puking, he often makes a few jokes like "wow, it's like you're supporting me through morning sickness god I'm gross"

[3knecrotic]

God I wish I made friends that would drug me before I ever met my wife I want to feel nothing and everything so bad I miss it I hate being sober I hate having a tolerance I wanna be able to toke something and wonder if I'm gonna wake up or not, i want to pop something and feel so fizzed out and sedated i can't be lethargic god fucking damn it i want to burn my nostrils just to feel okay again I hate this ivhate this I hate thus I wish I was in that stupid bathroom again I wish they fucking found me leaned against the bathroom wall on the floor besided a toilet of unflushed puke and a cigarette but God fucking damn it that stupid boy should've killed me hy was right I'm stupid and hurtful and inconsiderate and selfish and useless and I wish I either bled out making those cuts in my leg or overdosed on the amount I took the night I did but God knows my life ended as soon as hy entered the picture hy got to be the one to show me how fucking shit I am and then hy and she got to show me, then them, then Them. And so on and so fucking forth, my ticket to hell is that broken friendship and God damn it I wish no one was downstairs I need dxm I need benadryl weed alcohol benzos I DONT CARE ANYMORE I DONT WANT TO BE FICKING SOBER I WANT TO GE FUCKING DEAD ALREADT HAHAHAHAHAHAHA anyways.