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bettyfrommars · 1 year ago

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I'm on Fire

biker!eddie x fem!artist!reader

Part 17: A creature of love, I can't be tamed

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18+ONLY, series typical violence, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex with someone other than Eddie and reader, hate-fucking (consensual), oral (m receiving), sexual harassment, biker!steve, biker!billy, protective!eddie, rocker!nancy

word count: 6.4k

songs: I Hate Myself for Loving You by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, Wild Child by W.A.S.P. and Cinnamon Girl by Type O Negative

The second half of your first night back at the Velvet Hammer heats up with Eddie on stage, Charlene on the premises with Billy, and Steve working through his emotions in a moment of carnal desire.

authors note: It has felt so good to get back to writing this story, I missed our biker boys so much. It will probably be another week or two until the next part, but you won't have to wait too long. Thank you for your patience, I love you.

There came the sound of shrill feedback from the stage, and the drummer twisted his stick around his fingers before clapping the high hat. You took your break and met Eddie over by the carpeted hallway. The two of you huddled together, out of view from the front half of the bar, including Charlene and Billy.

“What’s Steve going to do?” You hushed, feeling the familiar anxiety rise inside of you that someone might get hurt again.

“Nothing for now,” Eddie exhaled. You put your hand on his chest, and he held it there. “You let me worry about Steve and Charlene, you have enough to do. I won’t let anything go sideways in here tonight.”

You told him about what you’d just learned from Shana, about Charlene being part owner of the Velvet Hammer, and he gave a slow blink, dragging out a long, ragged breath. “Why does that not surprise me,” you could almost hear the wheels in his brain turning. “She can’t have this place, it’s ours,” he growled, walking you down the hall and clanking open the heavy metal back door to the alley.

“But,” you started. Eddie pulled a pack of smokes out of his front pocket and sparked a flame from his zippo to light the end. “Isn’t it too late for that? It sounds like she already took it?”

You held two fingers like you were making a peace sign for Eddie to pass you a smoke and he raised his eyebrow at you curiously. You gave a nod, answering his unspoken question, and he put a second one between his lips to light it for you before passing it over.

You took a tiny drag and coughed smoke out of your nose at first, but then the second inhale was smoother. Thanks to so many nights at the Hammer, your throat and lungs were sufficiently coated with tar and ready for the challenge.

The other owner of the Hammer was a well known real estate investor and builder named Murray Bauman, and he was a friend of the MC. They’d done several “jobs” for him over the years that were clean by MC standards, but dirty enough to ruin his reputation if they came to light. Murray was also notoriously unfriendly with the Gregson’s, and Eddie wondered how much Charlene had paid, and what kind of scandal she’d dug up on Stephen, to make him give up his share like that.

Eddie tilted his head back, exposing his throat, to take a long, thoughtful drag, looking up at the clear sky that was blinking full of stars. “I wish I could go back in time before I ever met Charlene, and avoid her at all costs.”

“I don’t know,” you looked down and kicked the heel of your shoe against your toe. “She’s awfully determined. I think she would’ve found you anyway. Plus, I don’t think it’s you she wants anymore.”

“I feel responsible though,” Eddie muttered, blowing smoke out through tight lips. “For everything that’s happened to the people around me because of her.”

The sound of Nancy saying something into the mic, followed by the crowd cheering, came muffled through the door, and you really wanted to change the subject, to pull him out of his dark thoughts. “I’d love to see you play tonight,” you told him right before both of your cherries glowed orange at the same time in the dark.

“I don’t have my guitar here,” he stated the obvious, sucking his tongue on the roof on a sharp inhale, angling his head back to blow smoke up while keeping his eyes on you. “But I might sing one or two with her. Just for you.”

“You can sing too?” Your eyes got wide like a little kid watching the twinkling lights on a Christmas tree.

“Hi, baby, have we met?” He scoffed, slipping his bottom lip through his teeth to repress a grin, and then he winked at you and smashed his smoke on the brick wall before throwing it in the dumpster. He caught you by the hips and pulled you flush to him. “I mean, I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

—--------

Back on his stool, Steve rolled a toothpick between his lips while he scanned the crowd, and did his best not to look over at Billy and Charlene. He wasn’t sure what was eating at him more; the fact that she had the nerve to show up after everything, or that she was there with Billy.

The crew from Lucifer’s Own were known for doing the dirty deeds no other MC would touch. They ran a high-end escort service on the outskirts of town, and did a lot of blow and opiate smuggling over the border. It was also a front for an underground fighting ring that was dirty and rigged, and sometimes, the fools who participated ended up with broken bones, or had their lights turned out completely.

Billy Hargrove and Steve went way back, and they’d actually been friendly acquaintances for a while back in high school, until Billy had pursued a girl Steve liked at the time just to piss him off. Also, to prove to Steve that he could take whoever he wanted. “Nothing wrong with a little competition, right, Harrington?” Is that what this was? Was Billy escorting Charlene around just to rub it in Steve’s face?

“Yeah, well, you can have her,” Steve mumbled to himself under his breath, thoughts racing so fast that he was starting to talk to himself, head bent to work the end of the toothpick with his fingers. “Good luck with that one, buddy, you’ll need it.”

There was more feedback from the speakers. “Hey there Hawkins, who is ready to rock?” Nancy purred into the microphone, one hand gripping the fretboard of her guitar before she slung the strap around her body. People shouted and cheered, and there were a few high-pitched whistles of encouragement.

The bassist with the band looked like a younger version of Eddie, but with a mane of black hair that was thick with tight curls, and the drummer had a black goatee and long, straight hair way past his shoulders. The backup guitarist looked like he was cut right out of the James Hetfeild playbook.

“We’re gonna start out with a little something familiar to get y’all warmed up,” Nancy said into the mic. “This one is called I Hate Myself for Loving You.”

The crowd roared, pounding their fists on the tables. Nancy said a countdown before she began a slow clap to the beat and the drums kicked in, deep bass vibrating in the walls.

When Steve looked up, he saw Charlene making her way across the room, either for the payphone or the restrooms, and Steve straightened up, wondering if he should say something to her. He went up to the bar and patted Thumper on his broad back, asking him to watch the door for a few minutes. Thumper was three beers and several shots in, but was not yet showing any signs of inebriation. He fisted a handful of his graying beard and told Steve it was no problem.

“Midnight, gettin' uptight, where are you?

You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two

I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you…”

He followed but he hung back, hiding in the crowd until he saw her go into one of the bathrooms. When you and Eddie came out from the alley, you found Steve leaning against the wall that was heavily papered in band flyers, next to the payphone.

Eddie was walking behind you,his hands firm on your hips, moving his legs in time with yours. You both came to a halt at the sight of Steve, and you had to shove off, back to work, but Eddie took your hand to kiss your knuckles before you walked away.

“Everything cool?” Eddie asked his friend, checking around to make sure no chaos had ensued while he’d been outside with you. There was a huge crowd there, packed in like sardines. All of the tables and bar stools were occupied, and plenty of people were taking advantage of the standing room only, blocking most of the walkways.

“I’m not sure yet, man,” Steve put his head back against the wall, Adam’s apple jutting out. “But I’ll let you know.”

“I called Van and told him to get over here with Devlin,” Eddie let him know. “Just in case more of Lucifer’s Own try to cause trouble.”

Steve only nodded, absently, his eyes twitching to the bathroom door every so often. Eddie clapped Steve a few times on the arm before turning to watch the band as he pushed his way through the crowd. Nancy made her fingers into devil horns in the air at him and Eddie returned the gesture, raising his arm high.

“I think of you every night and day

You took my heart and you took my pride away…”

The crowd was stomping their feet to the rhythm and belting out the chorus. Nancy detached the mic from the stand to make her way across the stage.

The second Steve saw the door open, he took long strides across the hallway to keep Charlene from exiting, pushing her back inside the single-person bathroom. She did not protest as he braced the door and locked it behind him, turning to face her with a tight jaw.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Char?”

“What do you think I’m doing here?” She hushed it, dropping her gaze as if suddenly she was afraid to look at him. “I missed you.”

“Jesus Christ, Charlene, you need to stop.” He rubbed his hands down his face, exasperated. “I’m sorry for how I treated you at the hotel, but this needs to end.”

“But what if I don’t want to stop?” She closed in on him, lifting her hands to hold his face, but he blocked the effort, restraining her at the wrists. “What if I want you so bad, it hurts?”

He met her eyes. “You miss me and you thought fucking Billy would be the answer?”

“We’re not fucking, it’s not like that with him. Not like it was with you.” She struggled a little in his grasp just so he would tighten his grip on her.

Steve scoffed. “You mean, not like it was with me and Eddie and your husband and every other dude you’ve spread your legs for in this town?” Steve wasn’t one to judge, not with the amount of pussy he’d run through over the years, but still, showing up with one of his rivals was a low blow.

Charlene slammed forward so that Steve’s back hit the door, her breath hot and urgent on his neck. “No one fills me up like you do. I need your cock to split me open one last time, Stevie, please.”

She sank to her knees, kissing down his chest as she went, and he let her, releasing her wrists so that she could make quick work of unbuttoning his Levi’s. She licked around his balls and nuzzled her face in the hair at the base of his thick shaft, making hungry gasps of need as she did so.

He hissed when the fat head of his cock sank into her mouth. “Juss…just one more time,” he groaned as she lapped him up. She hummed around his length and nodded, looking up at him, agreeing as her lips strained to take the measure of his girth.

“I know you’re angry, Steve,” she flicked her tongue out over the ridge a few times like a poisonous snake about to strike. “I want you to take it out on me.”

He fisted a handful of her hair, tight, so that he controlled the movements of her head, and it made her whimper with pleasure.

—------

The next song Divine Filth sang was an original, a real headbanger that had Nancy growling into the mic and jabbing her devil horn fingers in the air. The bass guitarist’s fingers strummed the keys while the drummer spun his sticks high in the air and caught them. You noticed that a few of the male patrons were choosing to go outside to take a piss, which meant there was another line at the bathrooms again, but you were too busy to go over and check out why.

While Erika was on her break, it was your responsibility to go over and check on Billy, since Jackie was working the other side of the room. Two more of the Coffin Kings had just arrived and Eddie was out in the parking lot having a talk with them, being that it was hard to have a conversation inside with the band playing.

You made your way over to Billy’s table, noticing that Charlene was nowhere to be found. One side of his mouth lifted in a crooked grin while he watched you approach, and you wondered if he knew who you were and who you belonged to. You also wondered if he gave a shit.

As you got closer, you noticed that he had a pronounced scar from his eye to his jaw, and he didn’t have a ton of tattoos like the other boys, but there was the word “mother” above a heart with a dagger through it just under the sleeve of his t-shirt on his bicep and a Lucifer’s Own insignia on his opposite forearm.

He was slouched down a bit in his seat, knees spread wide, voice raised to be heard over the music. “You must be War Machine’s old lady,” he gave you a lift of his chin.

“You are correct,” you said with your best customer service smile.

“Damn,” his hand made a cage around the pack of smokes on the table so he could pull it toward him. His eyes locked onto your face, unwavering. “That son of a bitch always had good taste.”

“If you say so,” you checked over your shoulder, expecting to see Eddie charging over with that dangerous scowl on his face, but he wasn’t inside yet. You cleared your throat. “Can I get you anything else?”

He ordered another beer for himself and a tequila for Charlene, even though you knew she was much more of a wine drinker.

“Just put it on Charlene’s tab,” he said with a wink, alluding to the fact that she was practically your boss now. “But this is for you,” and before you could reach for the 20 dollar bill he had in his hand, he was stuffing it into the waistband of your shorts, fingers grazing your bare skin, watching the discomfort wash over your face as he did so.

You turned on your heel without another word, bee-lining back to the bar, when Eddie stepped through the main door so abruptly, you almost crashed into him.

Devlin and Van moved around the two of you while Eddie put one hand on your lower back and the other cupped the back of your neck. “You okay, baby?” He mumbled, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

You nodded, but then Eddie looked over in the direction you had just come and saw Billy there, flicking the flame on his lighter and watching the interaction between the two of you. You knew what Eddie was looking at by the way his body tensed. “Did Billy say something to you?”

“I had to wait on his table while Erika was on her break,” you were pulling your boyfriend away as you were talking, practically dragging him back to his seat at the bar. “Nothing happened, I’m fine. I just missed you.”

On stage, Nancy lit into a mean guitar solo.

“You sure?” Eddie’s stare was hard.

“Hey,” you grabbed Eddie’s face, making him look at you. “Baby, can’t you see? He wants to start trouble. Just ignore him. Please, for me.”

“Did he touch you?” His jaw muscles bulged and a dark fell over his brown eyes, making them almost black.

“No baby,” you hummed the lie. Eddie had quite a bit of common sense, more so than Steve when it came to affairs of the heart, but you knew that someone would get hurt if you told him about the way Billy had slid that money into your shorts. You had no doubt that Eddie could handle himself, but you didn’t want there to be any more fighting; everyone had already been through enough. Plus, Billy was not the first guy at the Hammer to overstep, and he wouldn’t be the last. Sadly, that was the nature of the work, you’d come to realize.

Eddie took a breath and lowered his forehead to yours, slotting his fingers around your ears so that his thumbs grazed your cheeks. “I’ll be good, sweetheart,” he promised.

Everyone clapped at the end of the song and then you heard Eddie’s name being said over the speakers.

“We’re lucky enough to have the frontman for Corroded Coffin here with us tonight,” Nancy started. “And he said he might get up here for a song or two. What do you say, Munson?”

The crowd went wild at that suggestion, and some even chanted his last name, punching fists into the air. Nancy motioned him on stage with a few scoops of her fingers.

“I guess I’m doing this,” he said, parting your lips with his tongue for a brief but firm kiss before he made his way to the stage. The James Hetfield guy was already taking off his guitar to hand it to Eddie before he could protest, and they clapped hands together in greeting. Your “old man” was adjusting the strap over his shoulder when he looked out over the sea of heads and caught your eye.

“I love you,” Eddie mouthed, taking the pic off of the chain that he had dangling around his neck.

—-------

Five minutes earlier, Steve had Charlene bent over the sink in the bathroom, jeans low on his hips, yanking her head back by the throat as he jackhammered himself inside of her.

“Tighter,” she whined, and his fingers closed in on her windpipe. He’d pushed her thong to the side and was spitting every so often so that he could watch it slide down her slit and mix with the frothing wet mess of her arousal where his cock sank into her. He didn’t need the saliva to lube his brutal pace, but he liked the idea of spitting on her, it helped him work through his hatred.

“God Steve, you’re so fucking good, fuckkk,” she dragged the last word out as hips clapped onto her with rapid, forceful grunts, making her whole body jerk each time he made contact.

He slowed the pace for a few thrusts so that he could spit again, and then he used his thumb to rub the saliva around the pink hole that tightened at his touch. He’d never been with a woman who had every inch of hair removed like her, she looked like some kind of porn star. He wanted to be in her ass one last time, but it felt too tight and warm where he was. He was close.

He let go of her throat and clutched her hips on either side in a way that would bruise, angling to finish himself off.

“You’re such a fucking whore for my cock,” he bit out. He wished she didn’t feel so fucking good. He wished that his disgust for her didn’t also turn him on in a way that made him uncomfortable.

Charlene’s eyes rolled back in her head, orgasm mounting rapidly as he buried himself base deep to a point where the line between pleasure and pain was blurred. She knew this was a farewell reminder, and it made her cry out his name.

“Fuck Steve, I’m cumming,” a few more pumps and she was exploding around his length, legs shaking at the way the wave crashed over her, making her see white.

“Get on your knees,” Steve told her, his hips stuttering. When she was down in front of him, he jerked himself the rest of the way off onto her outstretched tongue, ropes of cum painting her chin and dripping down to her cleavage. He made her lick the rest of him clean, and then she sucked her fingers.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah, hold your fucking horses,” Steve shouted, pulling his jeans up. He helped Charlene get her bodysuit back on and zipped up. He almost kissed her, but then he remembered who she was.

He checked himself in the mirror and slicked his hair back before letting her know she should wait a minute until after he was gone before she followed him out. She was cleaning the mascara that had leaked down her cheeks, and was about to apply more lipstick, when she caught his eyes on her in the reflection.

“What if I told you I had a gift for you?” Her expression was coy.

Steve sighed. “I don’t want anything from you, Char. This was it, I’m done, I mean it.”

She rolled the red lipstick out of its gold tube. “What if it was something that would change your life?”

He thought about that, wetting his lips. “Listen, we’re never gonna fuck again. I don’t care if you buy me a Ferrari.”

“Well, it’s better than a car,” she huffed a small laugh. “Let’s just call it a…parting gift. A way for me to say sorry for everything I put you and Eddie through.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and put his back against the door. “Yeah, well, if this is about to be some grande gesture from you, I’d like to know what the catch is.”

She turned to him, fixing the ends of her hair around her face. “No catch, not this time,” she took a step forward, holding her black clutch in one hand. “Listen, I know it sounds childish and stupid, but I think I…I think I fell in love with you.” She furrowed her brow as if the sentiment didn’t make sense to her, as if she’d never grasped the weight of the words before.

Steve couldn’t help himself, he rolled his eyes and barked a laugh, thoroughly amused.

“I can’t change the past,” she tried to push her chest out, to get her statuesque posture back. “But I can try to make it up to you. To both of you.”

“Yeah?” Steve gave her a bored shrug. “Personally, I think you’re way past the point of redemption.”

“Maybe,” she pressed her lips together and took hold of the door handle. “I guess we’ll see.”

—------

All of your attention was eyes front on Eddie as he leaned over to discuss something with Nancy, lengthening the strap on his guitar as he spoke. You barely noticed someone trying to make their way through the crowd until Steve bumped into your shoulder, making you sway on your feet.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he caught you and helped you find your balance. “I didn’t see you there.”

Steve looked…disheveled, and his face was flushed, as if he’d just run around the block. There were lines in his hair from raking his fingers through it so many times.

“You good?” You called after him, but all he offered was a “thumbs up” over his shoulder.

It was barely a minute before you caught sight of Charlene coming out of the hallway, following in his wake. She had a pink flush to the pale skin of her throat, almost a perfect handprint impression, and your brain was busy putting the pieces together when Nancy got back on the mic.

“This one is called Wild Child,” Nancy started on the guitar and people in the crowd got crazy again. The Hell’s Belle next to you whistled so loud, it almost blew your eardrum out. You weren’t too familiar with the band W.A.S.P. before Eddie, but you knew the song, and waited eagerly to hear his voice as he leaned in, moving his fingers along the strings.

“I ride, I ride the winds that bring the rain

A creature of love, and I can't be tamed

I want you, 'cause I'm gonna take your love from him

And I'll touch your face and hot burning skin

No, he'll never ever touch you like I do…”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he sang the first bit, hair hanging down his shoulders, muscles flexing under the ink that covered his forearms and hands. When his eyes opened, he found you in the crowd, and your heart swelled at the way he cracked a smile around the words at the sight of you.

“So look in my eyes and burn alive, the truth

I'm a wild child, come and love me

I want you…”

God, he was magic up there. He looked like a natural, holding that guitar in his hands, the way his fingers flew deftly to each note.

And he was all yours.

The chorus came and you sang the words, smiling so hard already, your cheeks hurt. You’d never known your eyes to “sparkle” like a cartoon before, but you felt like that’s what they were doing.

“My heart's in exile, I need you to touch me

'Cause I want what you do

I want you”

Someone grabbed your elbow, and you spun around to see who it was.

Jackie had a full tray in her hand, trying to balance it amidst the moving bodies. “Hey, are you on the floor right now? Don’t mean to be a bitch, but I need you. A table full of jarheads just showed up.”

“Oh shit, right,” you’d honestly forgot where you were for a moment, you’d been so caught up in that Munson Magic. You took another glance at the stage, wanting to catch Eddie’s eye, but he was looking down at his hands, concentrating on where they worked the guitar.

The table in your section that Jackie mentioned had seven guys in their mid-twenties sporting that type of “high and tight” haircut that you saw almost exclusively with members of military or law enforcement, and you took a deep breath, because you never knew what the vibe would be for those types of men who visited the Hammer. Either they’d be extremely polite like they just came from church, or they’d be vile and disrespectful.

“What’ll it be tonight, boys?” You asked, sidling up to their table. “Buy one pitcher of draft and get the next half off.”

They all turned to appraise you, not caring that the way their lewd stares locking on your body and tits made you uncomfortable.

“See, I told you,” the dark haired one said to the one in the red and white striped polo shirt. “The bitches here are super hot.”

You gulped, doing your best to restrain from looking as disgusted as you felt while they talked about you like you weren’t even there.

“How much for you to sit in my lap?” One of them asked.

“How much for you to suck me off?” One of them whispered, and the whole table guffawed into the type of laughter that was not warranted for something that was so not funny.

You checked over your shoulder for Steve, and he appeared to be escorting someone out who’d just been cut off. There was a bench outside, and he always had them wait there while he called a member of their family or a taxi to come pick them up. The guy was having a hard time getting his legs to work, and Steve had to practically carry him out.

You glanced up at the stage when the other song ended, and you could tell Eddie was searching for you, and so you stuck your hand up in the air to catch his attention.

“This one is for my girl,” he pushed hair out of his face and the sentiment made you freeze. A goofy grin stretched across your face and you let out an actual giggle. You were very familiar with the opening notes of Cinnamon Girl by Type O Negative.

“So, a pitcher of beer, then?” You asked, distracted, but in a much better mood than you were a few seconds ago. The guys at the table were too busy being crass to decide what they wanted to drink, so you chose for them. They agreed on the pitcher, and ordered a round of shots.

You kept your attention on Eddie as you made your way across the space, and your heart was in your throat at how proud you were to be his. His voice was deep and powerful, and it seemed like no one could pull their eyes away. The air was a bit humid inside, and you could see a sheen of sweat on his skin already glistening, bangs sticking to his forehead. He’d taken off his Coffin Kings cut and shirt, so he was up there in a ribbed, white tank of the Hanes variety, exposing the wash of dark tattoos over his shoulders and arm muscles that bulged from hours upon hours of manual labor.

“I want to live with a cinnamon girl

I could be happy the rest of my life with her

A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night

You see us together, chase the moonlight…”

At the bar, you considered letting Van and Devlin know that there were some guys there who might start trouble now that Steve was distracted, but then you remembered that you were the bad bitch who stabbed Craig in the balls and brought him to his knees—-you could handle a few young douchebags.

You gave Shana the drink order while Eddie’s deep voice bellowed, “my cinnamon girl, my cinnamon girl…” to the collective swooning of the crowd.

You waited on two other couples, lingering in the middle of the room so that you could see Eddie more clearly, dragging your feet before you had to return to the guys with the matching haircuts.

You took a cleansing breath and squared your shoulders before heading back. You tried not to be bothered by the way the dudes checked you out as you put the drinks down. When you were finished, the guy closest to you, with close-set eyes and a thick neck, ran his hand up the back of your leg.

“Hey,” your stare hardened on him and you stepped away, eyebrows pinching together. “No touching.”

The guys all snickered at that, as if it was so funny that they all knew they weren’t supposed to touch the staff, but they still got away with it.

“No he’s sorry, really,” said the tall, skinny one who hadn’t spoken up yet. His face was unreadable, you couldn’t tell if he was being a shitheel or not. The table fell silent for a beat. “But we would really like to know how much it would cost for handjobs, all around. Is there a group price for you girls?”

More idiotic cackling.

You turned to leave them, to go find Steve, to let him know you needed his assistance, but the one with the blonde hair and Limp Bizkit shirt caught you by the arm, digging his fingers in, and yanked you back so that his other hand could roam the curve of your ass. “Just a little feel, baby, we’ll tip good, I promise.”

You pushed him off and were just about to yell for Steve or Thumper when you saw the guy across the round table get his face smashed into the wood, so hard that blood splattered and you could hear the sick crack of breaking bone.

You were surprised to see Billy there, standing behind the one who was clutching his broken nose and wailing. He was smiling, cigarette bobbing between his lips. “I think you bozo’s should apologize to the lady.”

You hadn’t heard the music stop, didn’t realize that the commotion had drawn most of the attention to you.

In a flash, the guy in the Limp Bizkit shirt was ripped from his seat, and there was Eddie, picking him up by the throat to punch him across the face, sending him flying.

The impact made saliva and possibly a tooth go spitting from his mouth and you screamed at the shock of it.

“Eddie look out!” You shouted. The tall one was about to take a cheap shot at Eddie’s ribs while he sank another punch into the guy’s jaw, but you came down with your serving tray as hard as you could and nailed him.

“Holy shit,” Steve cursed when he stuck his head inside to see what the commotion was. Thumper was nowhere to be found, and Steve figured he was taking a piss. Starting brawls inside the Hammer was not protocol. Bouncers were always encouraged to take everything outside, but now it was too late.

“Get her out of here!” you heard Steve’s voice, he was talking to Devlin, and then you were being pulled back by cautious hands, away from the chaos.

One of the jarheads was just about to break a beer glass over Eddie’s head, but Billy showed up out of nowhere and kicked him in the back, sending the asshole flying right into Steve’s awaiting fist. The guy’s body crashed into a table, shattering glasses, and making the other patrons scatter.

“You better leave this one for me, Harrington,” Billy smiled and wiggled his tongue. “Wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face of yours.”

Billy was helping them, and that was a twist you hadn’t expected. Perhaps it wasn’t so much for them as for himself, since you could tell Billy had been looking for a fight all night.

Steve got one of the other guys in a choke hold and began to drag him outside. Billy made wide eyes at one of the leftover trouble makers and charged after him, making the guy shriek like he was about to pee his pants before running from the building.

While the one Eddie had been punched was babbling at the foot of unconsciousness on the ground, he took hold of the one with the close-set eyes and the thick neck who had rubbed your leg first.

Eddie had been watching, and quick to cut off before the end of the song to jump down from the stage in a blinding rage.

Devlin held you loosely by the arms, but you shook him off, and stood next to Shana and Erika, continuing to keep your distance for the sake of Eddie and Steve’s peace of mind, and wincing each time one of the other dudes took a hard hit from one of the Coffin Kings.

Eddie took the guy by the shirt and sent a punch into his stomach. Mister Thick Neck doubled over but then Eddie took him by the throat and slammed him into the nearest wall. Eddie had his fist winding back for a punch when Steve shouted his name to get his attention.

The rest of the dickheads had been escorted outside by a few Hell’s Belle’s, while the rest of the crowd kept their distance. You saw Charlene in the far corner, touching up her lipstick in a compact mirror, seemingly unphased by it all.

“Not in here,” Steve pleaded with Eddie, breathlessly. “Like you said.”

Eddie’s eyes were black and cold like that of a shark. His mouth trembled with the urge to actually bite into the guy’s face, to mutilate him with his bare teeth and make him beg for mercy.

Eddie banged the guy's body into the brick wall again, locking him there with his forearm. “Apologize to my girl,” he growled.

The buzz cut guy coughed and struggled, having a hard time breathing. “I don’t know who your girl is, man,” he was only able to squeak out a mild protest under the pressure of Eddie’s grip.

“Your waitress,” Eddie hissed through gritted teeth.

The guy against the wall tried to turn his head to look for you, but Eddie squeezed his face. “You don’t get to look at her,” Eddie fumed. “Just say you’re sorry.”

Multiple desperate “sorry’s” followed, and then Eddie told Steve to get the guy’s wallet to take all of the cash out. A quick count said there was about a hundred bucks.

“That’ll be her tip,” Eddie announced, dragging him by the shirt collar to take him outside with the rest.

They were all told to empty their wallets of their cash, and Steve made a scene of noting the addresses on their driver’s licenses.

“I have a memory like a steel trap,” Steve lied, pointing to his temple, grabbing the guy in the red and white polo by the side of his neck, getting up in his face. “If you so much as walk by this place ever again, or tell the cops about this, you’ll see me in your nightmares. Now, get the fuck out of here before I call your mommies.”

You sank in next to Eddie’s side just outside the main entrance, and he put his arm around you. “Will things ever calm down around here?” You asked with a heavy sigh, watching the broken group scurry and limp away down the street.

Eddie gave a low laugh and hugged you a bit tighter. “God, I hope so, baby.”

Divine Filth started another song, to try and get things back to normal, and most of the crowd returned to their drinks as if there had not been actual bloodshed just five minutes ago.

No one but Shana heard the phone next to the cash register ring over the sound of the music, but after a few seconds, she shrugged by you and Eddie to stick her head out and scan the sidewalk.

"Steve?" She craned her neck to look for him.

"Yeah, that's me," he came from around the back side of the door, flicking his cigarette, knuckles split and bloody again.

"Some guy named Dustin called," she said, merely passing on a message. "He said Suzie just went into labor."

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the-bitter-ocean · 7 months ago

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(ACT 3 SPOILERS) Hi so I decided to write a little Drabble based on @startagainaprologue really good Bonnie looping Au aka as In Recipes and Repetition (IRAR) !! This is set roughly around the beginning of act 4. Wanted to write something that takes place after the events of the end of act 3 in the context of the Au, Authors notes about the writing itself under the cut:

( You wake up.)

( You’re back.)

( You stare sadly at the field of veggies.)

( You grip the wooden fence so hard it nearly splinters in your hands.)

( You…you…you!)

( You collapse unto the ground and scream. )

(You start crying. )

(“…F-Frin…!”)

(You curl up in a ball and hold yourself.)

(You feel sick.)

(Your body is still sore.)

(You close your eyes and all you can see is the king hurting your family over and over an-)

( …!)

(You hear footsteps approaching you.)

“…Bonnie? You okay?”

“.. Quit it dummy not too close!”

“Maybe we should go get help from someone? Like the adults maybe?”

( The really quiet artist who likes to give you a drawing every loop frowns and shakes their head in response. )

“…mm-mm..”

“..My papa is still working at the bakery right now..”

“..Maybe a frog might make them feel better..?”

( A group of children huddle around you. They look worried. )

Okay so my thought process is that I think over the course of the loops Bonnie would befriend and talk to the other children in Dormont. In this loop they find Bonnie freaking out and crying for Siffrin so they all work together to cheer Bonnie up. Eventually the kids would take Bonnie to go see Siffrin, to give Bonnie the peace of mind they clearly needed/ Siffrin gives Bonnie a hug.

I think it’s cool when aus actually incorporate the npcs in the game and have them do things/ interact with the other characters and I’m a sucker for focusing on people who have little to no screen time because it allows me to get very creative. Anywho here’s everyone, the first three names are canonical to the game the last three are my HCS of what the npcs names are since it wasn’t given in game:

Charlene Choquette -> Bakers Daughter

Manon -> Wizard Loving Kid

Agathe -> Tutorial Kid

Jacquelyn “Jackie” -> Frog loving kid

Celine -> Sky loving kid

Bellamy -> Drawing kid

#in recipies and repetition #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #isat act 3 spoilers #the bitter ocean writes #isat fanfic #in stars and time #in stars and time game #isat #isat game #in stars and time fanfic #isat au #in stars and time au #bonnie looping au #isat bonnie #in stars and time bonnie

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red-n-ded · 10 months ago

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Even, Even More Charbee Prompt Rambles

I want to find myself but your anger won’t let me

Charlie is 24 and competing in the Olympics but is terrified. She made it to the finals and the last dive will determine the gold. She tries to hype herself with her usual ritual by listening to her favorite Smiths tape but she’s still stressed.

Memo comes and hugs her and say good luck but sees that she’s stressed and tries to calm her down. He gives her something. It was supposed to be an anniversary gift but the two broke up and Charlie was busy with training.

Charlie opens it and finds a small white towel that says in gold stitching:

“If found: Return to Queen Bee”

Seeing her nickname made her smile but the nostalgia makes her tear up. The public started calling her that because of the yellow and black swimming cap she wears. Only a few people in her life knows why she chose those colors.

Charlie thanks Memo but he says there’s more. She unfolds the towel and finds a waterproof copy of the polaroid she had with Bee. Charlie hasn’t been home in five years and hasn’t seen that photo in years.

Memo confesses that he knows that Charlie never liked him as much as Charlie liked Bee. Charlie tries to deny it but Memo knows that she loves him more than Memo will ever be loved. Charlie apologizes but Memo is understanding, saying he’s dating a girl he met at a coffee shop. Charlie is still hopeful that Bee will return or that he might be watching her compete. So Memo encourages her to pretend that he is and win for him and even if she loses, the bot will still be proud of her. Charlie hugs and cries with Memo before she calls to the board.

As she walks, she looks at the photo, kisses it before folding it and hiding it in her cap, muttering…

“Bee, if you’re watching, this is for you.”

Meanwhile in New York, Arcee, Kris and Mirage are watching the Summer Olympics at the warehouse while Noah repairs the two.

Optimus and Bee arrive, looking curious. Kris explains what the Olympics are and Arcee and Mirage are already invested, saying that high diving is coming up next which Bee rushes to watch. He remembers the tapes of Charlie diving and was curious on the work of professionals. Optimus follows and joins the watch, impressed by the humans’ talents while Bee is excited to see people perform the same sport Charlie did but pauses when he hears that Charlene “Queen Bee” Watson will dive next for the gold.

Bee recognizes her, admiring how much she changed and is proud that she’s doing it again. Mirage and Arcee cheer for Charlie, saying that she has been doing very good for the past few competitions. Mirage also teases Bee that she might be a contender for bee-themed nicknames while Bee watched with bated breath and full attention, smiling with pride when she dives. When the judges gives her all 10s, he’s up on his feet, playing loud celebratory songs when it’s announced that she won gold

Everyone in the room looks at him weirdly (except Optimus with knowing look on his faceplate) but the yellow Camaro doesn’t care.

Bee doesn’t hide his loving looks when Charlie poses with her medal and holding flowers with the same hand holding a polaroid of him and her seven years ago. Bee tries to whisper Charlie, imagining he could hear his buzzing through the tv, mumbling that he’s proud of her.

He only snaps out of his daze when Noah teases that he has a crush on Charlie which Mirage joins in just before Bee tackles Mirage into a playful wrestling match. Noah warns Bee that he just fixed Mirage’s paint job and Kris cheers Mirage on, completely forgetting the tv, while Arcee and Optimus just watch amused.

and if Optimus is looking for the fastest route to California, that’s no one else’s business

After everything, his scout deserves it

#transformers #bumblebee #charlie watson #charbee #bumblebee movie #bumblebee 2018 #charlie x bumblebee #charbee bad mood rambles #Get off my back! I can hear you breathing over my shoulder while nitpicking every bad thing I do!

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fetusharryluvr · 2 years ago

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i’macelebuniverse the balls are drawn

it’s time for the final unfair funfair challenge before the balls are drawn!

“Hello! Come on in and have a seat!” And and Dec greeted you all with the biggest smiles, watching you and your fellow campmates walk into the trial area and sitting down on the platform.

“Wow, I love what you’ve done to the place.” You marvelled at the set around you, receiving laughs of gratitude from the pair, though they had absolutely nothing to do with it.

“How are you?” Dec asked, only to be met with a string of replies from you all. “So, you have all been taking part in the Unfair Funfair challenges, trying to win lucky coloured balls.”

“But now,” Ant continued, “Two of you have to take part in this trial to try and win some more coloured balls. The more balls you have, the greater your chance of winning the prize. At the end of the trial, all the balls won will be added to our lovely tombola.”

“Ant and I will then draw two of the coloured balls at random and those two people will be whisked away by a chopper to the beach for a scrumptious surf and turf barbie!”

Your gazes shifted to the rack on your left, where all your coloured balls stood. Babatunde had one ball. Harry had four. Charlene had two. Both Chris and Jill had one each. Both Matt and Mike had two. Owen had four. You had five. Seann had two, and Sue had one.

“Earlier,” Ant began, grabbing the attention of you all. “We told you that you got to pick the three people who are going to take part in this trial. Who have you chosen?”

“Harry, Owen and myself.” The lioness beamed, pointing to the two men beside her.

The Geordie duo nodded their heads and began introducing the Scareground, and explaining what it would entail. As a team, they had to collect as many balls as they could from one end to the other. Jill would be strapped onto the Unlucky Dip, collecting balls and popping them through the hole so they roll down into the Critter Carousel. Harry, who was strapped in, will then have to throw them over to the Feindish Ferris Wheel, where Owen was strapped in order to chuck the balls into the collection box.

Once all three of them were in place, the klaxon sounded, and the ten minute countdown began. Jill grabbed as many balls as she could from around her, tossing them through the hatch and letting them roll down the slide to Harry.

The musician groaned out through gritted teeth as the green ants roamed his body. You and the rest of your campmates cheered them all on as he tried to resist the creatures bites, swiping the balls and chucking them over to Owen.

“Hang tight, you’ve got this!” Sue praised.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Harry toss the coloured balls towards the Warner boy, who caught them all bar one. “Well done, guys!”

As time went on, the amount of critters continued to multiply, and the rate at which they all spun only increased. Although, that didn’t stop them from trying their hardest to collect as many balls as possible, ignoring the insects that were crawling over their bodies.

You and the other celebrities may not have noticed, and it may have been slightly against the rules, but Harry made sure that he tried extra hard when picking up the yellow balls and throwing them to Owen.

“30 seconds left!” Ant bellowed, “Owen, as many as you can now.”

“It’s nearly over, you’ve done so well!” You shouted.

As Harry chucked a blue ball across the set, the Hollyoaks star extended his arm out to catch it, only for the ferris wheel to turn him upside down, dunking him into the water. Seann cried out in defeat from the sidelines, burying his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry, Seann, mate!” He called out when he was released from the water tank, gasping for air as he was spun around again.

After the timer ended and the medic had a to retrieve a rather nasty cockroach from Jill’s ear, her, Harry and Owen returned to the sidelines with the rest of you. “Well done, you three.” Dec smiled, “How was that, Jill?”

“Wasn’t the best fair I’ve ever been to. But hopefully we did alright.” She laughed, shaking her head to rid herself of anymore unwanted guests.

Ant turned to the man in the red t-shirt, “Harry, could you reach all the balls?”

“It was a little bit tricky down the bottom. Those green ants are painful.”

The two presenters nodded their heads, turning to the rack once again now that all the balls had been collected. “Ok, well, let’s see how many balls you’ve all got. Babatunde, you’ve finished on five. Harry, you’ve got eight. Charlene, you have six. Chris Moyles, seven.”

“That’s ‘cause I had nothing to do with it!” He joked, prompting an eruption of laughs.

“Jill, four. Matt, four as well. Owen, you’ve ended up with ten balls! Y/N, you’ve got eight, Seann, five balls. And finally… Sue’s got two!”

All the balls were then poured into the tombola, and you and your campmates gathered around the presenters, ready for the prize draw. You were moments away from finding out which two of you were going to attend the beach barbecue. “Here we go, good luck everybody!” Ant and Dec beamed. You also wished everyone around you good luck, propping your head up on your hand as you watched the tombola spin round.

“The first person going to the barbecue is…” Dec slowly reached in, grabbing a red ball out, “Harry!”

You all broke into immediate celebration, cheering for the brunette who couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. “Totally deserved.” Mike nodded, patting Harry’s shoulder.

“There you go,” Ant pointed his finger at him, “You can ‘ave a hot dog to make up for all those ant bites. Right, who’s next? Spin it, Dec, spin it!”

The smaller man did as he was told, spinning it around continuously. “Ok, so, the second person going to the beach is…” He slowly brought up his hand, revealing a yellow ball between his hands, “Y/N!”

Your mouth fell open in disbelief as the people around you cheered. Harry looked up at you from the first row, offering you a smile that you gladly returned.

HARRY INTERVIEW:

“I don’t want to gloat… but I’m very happy.”

“Harry and Y/N, you can now make your way over to the chopper.” You and Harry grabbed your belongings and stood up, the others wishing you a good time. You were thankful, but you couldn’t help but feel and for the boy in the pink top. “‘M sorry, Owen.” You whispered, tapping his shoulder as you stood up.

“I feel terrible.” Harry chimed in.

Owen was quick to shake his head, “Hey, Y/N, Harry, yous have a sick day. Don’t feel bad at all.”

Harry snaked an arm around your shoulder as the two of you exited the trial area. He turned to you, “I dunno about you, but I fancy a massive prawn cocktail.”

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sunskate · 2 months ago

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why are there so many brown costumes in senior dance this season

Natalie Taschler cheering Lilah and Lewis from rinkside was really nice

after seeing all the programs this weekend, Charlene and Marco choosing to be robots feels surreal - did that really happen😅

IAMO teams - Leia/Pietro, Samantha/Daniel, Athena/Eric - they've competed 4 times this season already - such good experience, and it's only September

most of them probably have a break til their next one, and a lot of information to move forward with - Athena and Eric seniored up on a big stage and are keeping up with their more veteran training mates. they hopefully got to see the other teams compete

Samantha and Daniel had a good European trip - Lombardia was a season high. Nebelhorn maybe didn't go exactly as they wanted, but Ben Agosto called them a powerful couple, which they are. they have something unique to them that nobody else has

and Leia and Pietro - i always feel like there's something fundamentally gentle and sensitive about them - they have charisma, but it's one that draws you in. it feels like they're on the verge of breaking through to another level for them, because the skating has grown, and it feels like they're putting it together in the context of the performance

hope we get to see them and their training mates again soon (Alyssa and Jacob when)

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year ago

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Private Affair [h.s] | 1.

Warnings: there really isn’t for this chapter, other than flirting while married, possible sexual innuendos

Word count: 5.4k

You roll over and extend your arm out, only to find that you're the only one in bed.

You let out a sigh, remembering that you and your husband, Alex, are probably still dealing with the aftermath of last nights argument.

Alex came home, slightly drunk and let's just say that drunk minds speak sober thoughts, and he was screaming his.

You kick the blankets off and swing your legs over the edge as you sit up.

You grab your sweater and put it on as you make your way to the kitchen, "Morning." You mumble lowly to Alex, who is leaning against the counter with a an open magazine.

It's silent as you get your coffee made up. It's almost that awkward silence where you don't know what to do or say to break it.

"I'm sorry." He says with a sigh and you look over at him, "Why are you sorry?"

He sets his cup down and turns towards you, "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that last night. I came home after having a few beers in the parking lot with the guys after work and the boss just gave us all a pay cut and I just had a moment and I'm sorry."

You purse your lips together and nod, "I appreciate your apology. I just asked you for one thing and you exploded on me, I didn't know what to say."

He reaches out and gently drags his hand up your back, "I understand. It's okay, but do you?"

You nod, "I do, just please.. don't ever drink and drive or yell at me like that again." You glance over at him.

He nods, "I promise." He looks down at his watch, "Oh shit. I gotta go." He steps towards you and presses his lips to your temple.

"It's nine already?" You look at the stove clock and raise your eyebrows.

"Hey." He leans in and smiles, "They'll be stupid not to hire you." You smile and nod, pursing your lips for him to kiss you.

"I'm banking on having a celebration dinner tonight.." he walks over to grab his bag, "I love you."

You smile, "I love you, have a good day, sweetie." He smiles and nods, "You too."

You smile and wave as he leaves your shared apartment, leaving you alone for your worries to eat you alive.

You applied for a position at Alluring Mag, which is one of your all time favorite magazine companies.

They're all about pleasure and what is considered 'in season' for bedroom wear and so much other stuff, and you and every other woman that that you know, eat it up every month it comes out.

You walk over and plop down on the couch, sighing as you stare at your phone's dark screen as it lays beside you.

"No, I'm not going to stress." You tell yourself and turn the tv on. You click through the options and glance back over at your phone.

You let out a sigh and get up, starting to do things to keep yourself from going crazy.

You start to clean. Wiping down the counter tops, sweeping the floors, laundry. You try to vacuum, but you were afraid you wouldn't hear your phone ring, even though it was in your hand.

You look at the clock and frown as it's only eleven thirty.

Just before you really start to drive yourself insane, you decide to go for a shower and as you walk in to turn the shower on,

You hear your ringtone start to play.

You sprint out of the bathroom and go to your phone, picking it up to see that it's a number that isn't saved.

You take a deep breath before answering with a calm, hopeful, "Hello?"

"Is y/n y/l/n there?"

"This is she." You nod to yourself, "How can I help?"

"Well y/n. My name is Charlene and I am calling from Alluring Mag in regards to getting you in for an interview."

Your mouth opens and you close your eyes, trying your best to stay cool, "Yes, yes of course. What days are available?"

She hums and you can hear pages being flipped around in the back, "One moment, please."

"Of course." You put the phone on speaker and mute yourself, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" You cheer to yourself before taking a calming breathe, "Okay."

You unmute yourself just as she starts talking, "So, y/n, you are coming in for a different position. My boss, aka, the company's CEO, went through and picked out some applicants who he thought would be a good fit for a specific position." She pauses, "His assistant."

Your lips part and you honestly don't know what to say, "Um. Yes. That's perfectly fine."

"Great. So he wants to meet with all three of you as soon as possible, so if you can meet to-"

"Tomorrow is great." You cut her off, "Oh, I'm so sorry." You lay a hand on your forehead as the embarrassment settles in.

She chuckles, "It's okay, dear. Is two in the afternoon good for you?"

"Two is good for me, yes. Thank you so much." You bite your lip and smile.

"Not a problem, see you tomorrow." She hangs up and you stand there in shock, "Oh my god."

You quickly dial your husbands number, "Pick up. Pick up." You whisper as you listen to each ring.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Alex. Hey. I just got off the phone with Alluring Mag and they want me to come in tomorrow for an interview."

"I told you!" He says, "That's great, y/n!"

"To potentially be the CEO's assistant." You bite your lip, waiting for him to speak.

"The CEO? baby. That's.. that's freakin' amazing!" He sighs, "I'm so proud of you. I knew we were having that dinner tonight."

"You definitely called it, that's for sure." You pace back and fourth, unable to contain your excitement, "I'm so excited."

"You deserve this, baby. You will do amazing tomorrow and I will remind you of that until you get there." You can tell Alex is smiling on the other end of the phone.

"I might call up Sage, see what she's doing. I need to get an outfit, so maybe we'll go shopping." You put him on speaker and text her,

You: Are you busy? I got some news! Need to go shopping today!!

"Alright, honey. That's fine. I'll be home probably around four but take your time."

You hear talking in the back and it doesn't sound good, "I'll let you go. I love you, see you later."

"I love you." Alex says before hanging up.

You see if Sage texted you back,

Sage: I'll be ready in twenty.

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You beep the car horn as you pull into the driveway, putting it in park while you wait.

Soon enough, you see Sage run down her porch steps and towards your car. She gets in and looks at you as the door shuts, "What's happening?"

"Alluring Mag called and I have an interview to potentially be the CEO's assistant." You bite your lip and raise your eyebrows.

Sage's mouth drops and her head tilts down, "Shut. Up." She covers her mouth, "No way!"

"I know!" You shrug, "I can't believe it either."

"Y/n, have you ever seen what the CEO looks like?" She tilts her head sideways, "He is such a fine human being." She smirks as she pulls her phone up from her lap.

"You know." You shake your head, "As obsessed as I am with that magazine, I don't think I know what their CEO looks like, I do know his name is Harry, though."

"Harry. Styles." She says as she turns her phone towards you.

You look at the screen and your lips part slightly, "Oh shit." You take her phone and zoom in on the picture, "You're right."

You start to feel a tingling sensation between your legs and you tilt your head, weirdly enough, you don't feel bad at the thought of another man making your pussy throb just by looking at them.

"He's fucking hot. You might be the one that gets close and personal with that." Sage points and shakes her head, "Fuck, I am so jealous of you."

"Maybe this is a bad idea." You admit to Sage, "I just got turned on just by looking at him, Jade." You admit this to her because there is no shame between you guys, no judgment.

She sighs, "It's normal to look and feel attracted. It'll only be bad if you act upon those thoughts."

You hand her phone back and nod, "You are right., I just have to remind myself that I'm not the girl that sleeps with their boss to get higher up in the company, you work for it yourself."

"You go girl." Your friend laughs, "No you're right, now let's go get you some business clothing. I'm thinking tight skirt, open blouse, and a blazer."

You start driving to the mall and shake your head, "You are a bad influence, encouraging this behavior."

But it didn't feel so bad at the time.

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Later on that day, you arrive back home and haul your bags inside.

"Hey." You greet Alex who's sitting on the couch, "How was work?" You walk in and close the door, setting your bags down on the island.

He stands up and walks over, raising his eyebrows as he sees your bags, "It was good, what's all this?" He waves his finger back and fourth at the bags and you smile, "I may have went a little overboard, but something tells me I needed all of these outfits."

He tilts his head and nods, "I'm only agreeing because we've been on the ball today about going with our gut feeling, so.. okay."

He walks around and leans in, pulling the bags open to look inside.

As he's inspecting your purchases, you walk over and pour yourself a glass of wine, "If not I can return them."

He looks at you and nods, "Mm, where do you want to go for dinner, baby?" He leans against the counter and watches as you being the glass up to your lips.

You take a sip and tilt your head, smiling slightly, "Italian? We can go to Nonna's?"

He smiles and nods, "Anything for you. Now go get ready."

You grab your glass and walk to Alex, giving him a kiss before heading to your room to get around.

You walk out a little while later and do a little spin to show off your outfit, "How do I look?"

His eyes move up and down your body, "You look amazing." He walks over to you, "Shall we head to dinner?"

You nod, "Let's."

You and Alex head to dinner, talking about the possible jobs you might have to do for Harry and that feeling between your legs returns.

"I just hope that this job gets a major pay raise." You laugh slightly, but in all reality, you would work for Harry for absolutely free, and you know there isn't a doubt about it.

"I'm sure, the CEO? Babe. Come on, if there isn't, then that's some absolute bullshit." Alex goes on but you cut him off, continuing to talk about Harry is only making you feel worse.

"Oh there's a parking spot right there!" You point out quickly changing the subject.

"Oh, yeah. Hey thanks." He whips the car in, putting it in park and looking over at you as he takes his seatbelt off.

You unbuckle and look over at him as you slowly let the seatbelt retract back, "What?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing, you're just pretty, is all."

You can feel the blush rise on your cheeks and you smile, "Let's go, I'm starving." You open the door and get out, walking around to meet him behind the car.

Your hand takes his and your fingers interlock as you walk with him into Nonna's.

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"Thank you for dinner, Alex. This truly was the best way I can celebrate getting a job in a company I've dreamed of working at."

He smiles and opens the car door for you, "You deserved it." He waits for you to get in the seat and buckle up before he leans in and kisses you, "I love you."

You smile, "I love you."

He shuts the car door and walks around to get in. You rest your head back and smile as he lays his hand on your thigh, "Home?"

"Home." You respond with a sigh, "I am ready to go to bed before my anxiety about tomorrow kicks in and keeps me up all night."

He laughs and squeezes your leg, "You know what you're doing babe. You probably have a good resume if they picked you to be an option for this."

"I think she said there's two other people besides me, so." You look over at him and he looks at you, "See, out probably tons of other applicants you got picked."

You nod as you remember what the lady on the phone said, "Yeah, the lady on the phone said that he picked them out himself, so he must be very specific if there's only three because like you said, there is probably tons of other applicants."

"That's what I'm saying, babe. You got this. You deserve this."

You smile and lay your hand on his, looking out the window as you think about Harry. You're anxious to be around him because you're very awkward when you're nervous to meet someone.

Especially someone you find attractive in any way.

You finally make it home and you let out a yawn. You're kind of over exaggerating how tired you are, but you really just want to go to bed so you find out stuff about Harry.

Your husband yawns, "Good lord, y/n. Stop that."

You laugh, "Sorry." You get out of the car and walk up to the door, "I think I'm going to go for a shower."

Alex nods and kicks the door open, "Alright, I'm probably going to change and watch some tv for a little."

You nod and walk to your room, take off those heels that are starting to make your feet hurt. You grab clothes and head to the bathroom.

You shut the door and turn the shower on, grabbing your phone and going to google as the water heats up.

You type in the search bar HARRY STYLES CEO ALLURING MAGAZINE and your breathe hitches as his picture pops up.

You click on images and the pictures of Harry that show up make your stomach fall out of your ass.

There is just something about Harry that you can't describe, but you don't even want to think about it, it doesn't feel right, but at the same time.

It feels so good.

You notice that the bathroom has filled with steam so you set you phone down and finally get in and complete your full shower routine.

You wrap a towel around your body and open the door right away because you were going to pass out from how hot it was in there.

You grab your phone and dirty clothes to take them to the bedroom, but you stop when you notice Alex asleep on the couch.

You shake your head and walk in to your bedroom, drying off and slipping on your pajamas before you walk out to Alex. You tap him on the shoulder and lean down, "Hey, come to bed."

He mumbles and shifts around and you repeat what you just did, "Hey, come to bed." His eyes flutter open and he looks up at you, "M'sorry."

You smile, "It's okay. Come on."

You walk with him to the bedroom and you manage to successfully get a kiss before he fell back asleep. You smile and shake your head, laying back as you reach over to turn the light off.

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After having a good nights sleep, you wake up feeling great. As you lay there, thinking about the details of the day, Alex comes in to say goodbye for work.

"You will do amazing today." He says walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. Your body move towards his slightly as the mattress sinks down, "Thank you."

You smile up at him and rest a hand on his cheek as he leans in. He presses his lips against your and moves to kiss your cheek a few times, "You got this, y/n. I'm serious."

"I will call you after."

"Directly after! I want to know everything!" He stands up and points to you, "Good luck. I love you."

"I love you." You say with a smile, "Have a good day."

Alex leaves for work and you lean over to grab your phone, calling Sage.

"Hello?" She mumbles after a few rings, "It's early."

"I know, I'm sorry. I need help picking out an outfit." You sigh as you sit up, "I was fine until just now. I'm freaking out."

You hear Sage laugh as you put her on speaker and toss the bags on the bed, "Sage!" You groan, "Please. Help me."

She sighs, "Wear the skirt that has the open square print with black heels and that long sleeve black blouse thing."

You pull the clothing from the bag and sigh, "Thank you. You can go back to sleep now."

"Uh huh." The line beeps and you laugh slightly, laying out the clothes on the bed.

You go to your closet and sit down, looking at your pile of shoes already feeling defeated. You lean forward, pulling out the first option of heels.

You study them for a few seconds, humming to yourself as you inspect them, turning them slowly before setting them down to move on to the next.

You repeat that process with about five pairs before you come across your velvet heels with the ankle strap.

"Perfect." You grab the other one and get up, walking over to lay them down beside your outfit. You look at the time and seeing as it's only nine fourth five, you go make yourself some breakfast.

You stared at the bowl of cereal in front of you, not really wanting to eat as your anxiety slowly work on taking over your whole body.

You take a few bites before calling it quits. You reach over and lay your hand on your phone, sliding it over to you.

You stare at it for a few moments, debating on whether or not you should look up Harry more. You shake your head and get up to clean your cereal bowl.

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You managed to keep yourself busy, get ready and give yourself one last look in the mirror by one. You didn't realize you were shaking until you reached for your keys on the stand.

You take a deep breathe and grab them before making your way out of the door.

Your phone buzzes as you get into your car and you smile because it's most likely your hourly supportive text from Alex.

You start the car, get the air going and grab your phone, smiling as you read the text from Alex,

Alex: You got this. I know you're probably nervous but don't be. You are going to rock this interview and be the CEO's assistant.

Your bottom lip slips between your teeth and you take a deep breathe. The thought of Harry drives you insane. You don't know what it is, but ever since yesterday you cannot stop thinking about this man.

A part of you hopes you don't get the job so you can stop all of this delusional day dreaming, but an even bigger part of you wants you to be the one to get the job and see what happens.

You send him back two hearts and start your drive to what could possibly be the best or worst day of your life.

You can feel your stomach drop as you pull into the empty spot out front. You don't want to move, but you force yourself to grab your purse and get out.

You pop some coins into the meter and lock your car before throwing your keys into your purse. You walk inside, wiping your palm on your skirt before pulling the glass door open.

You can't help but to look around, aweing at the building that you've dreamed of being in one day. You were so caught up in, pretty much having a fan girl moment, that you don't hear the receptionist calling for you.

"Miss? Hello."

You turn and blink, "Oh.." you laugh slightly and hover your fingers over your mouth, "I am so sorry."

She smiles and sits back down, "It's a very beautiful building, I know." She shuffles some papers around before looking back up at you, "Are you Y/N Y/L/N?"

You rest your hands on the counter and nod, "Yes I am."

"Do you have your I.D?" She pretends to hold a card between her fingers and you nod, "Yes." You open your purse and pull out your wallet, slipping out the plastic card from the holder, "Here you go."

She smiles and takes it, "Thank you, with being a big company you never know who wants to try anything."

You raise your eyebrows, "Oh no. I understand."

She types in your information and scans your I.D before handing it back to you, "Thank you." She leans in and looks at her computer, "You're here for the interview with Mr. Styles, right?"

Your body goes cold and you nod, forcing a smile that covers up your nervousness, "Yes, I am."

She nods, "Just giving you a warning, he can be a little.." she tilts her head, "Mm, hard to deal with sometimes, but you're pretty so just smile and agree with him."

You jerk your head back slightly at her comments, "Um, alright." You pull your purse straps up onto your shoulder and watch as she dials a number.

It rings on speaker a few times before a man picks up "Mr. Styles' office, Jake speaking, how can I help you?"

"Hello, Jake. It's Jamie from the front, I have y/n here for the two o'clock interview with Mr. Styles." Jamie looks up at you and smiles.

"He's still in with the other one, but go ahead and send her up. She can wait out with me."

Your stomach does a flip and you feel like you could throw up, "You're going to head to the tenth floor and it's the second to last door on your right."

You nod and swallow, "Thank you." You start to walk to the elevator, your heels clicking against the white flooring.

You press the button and the doors open. You step on, pressed the button labeled with a fancy looking '10'.

You were amazed, you never seen a mirror in an elevator before. You bite your lip, smirking as you quickly dig your phone out of your purse. You swipe over to the camera and snap a quick mirror selfie before the elevator dings.

You spin around fast and drop your phone back into your bag as you look up and giving the woman a small smile, "Hi." She smiles, "Good afternoon."

She gets off on the next floor but more people get on and then off and it feels like you have been on the elevator, stewing in your anxiety for what feels like an eternity.

You let out a slightly loud sigh, "Finally." You step off and walk down the hall. You stop when you make your way to the door Jamie said to go to and you take a slow, shaky deep breath and breathe it out before opening it.

"Y/n?" Who you assume, Jake says standing up.

"Yes, that's me."

"Great. So if you just want to have a seat, relax for a few minutes, he should be wrapping up with this person shortly." Jake smiles and motions to a mini fridge, "Water? Anything to drink?"

You shake your head as you walk over and sit down, "No thank you. I'm okay."

He nods and goes back to his desk. He picks up the phone and holds it as he dials, "Mr. Styles, your last interview is here whenever you're ready."

Your eyes flick up to Jake then over to the door you entered in. You don't know how you missed it, but it has Harry Styles in bold letters and even reading his name gives you a flutter.

Maybe it's because he's an important person in the company you much the working for? You try to talk yourself down, all while trying to stay alert for your cue to go in.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, Jake's phone rings. You sit up straight, clutching onto your purse as you anticipate him telling you to go.

"Yes sir, one second." He hangs up the phone and stands up, "I'll be right back." He walks back the hall and you can hear a door open.

It's silent for a few moments before you hear a voice enter the hall way. It sounds deep and angry, and the accent kind of threw you off.

You hear footsteps in the hall and your heart starts to race. Jake and another guy are walking out and Jake is whispering things to him.

You make eye contact with the guy being walked out and he points behind him, "Don't even waste your time with that fucking douche bag."

"Stop or I will call security." Jake says as he opens the door, "Y/N, you can go back."

"O-oh." You stand up slowly, "Okay, thank you." You look at the hall and slowly walk back.

"Did you get him out of here, Jake? I swear to god if this last one is just as fuckin' stupid as the others I-"

Harry's talking stops abruptly as his eyes land on you, "Shit. I'm so sorry."

You suddenly feel this burst of confidence take over your body and you tilt your head, "Having a little trouble finding an assistant?"

He chuckles slightly and looks down as he nods, "Yeah, I am, believe it or not." He looks up and motions for you to sit down, "Please, come in. Have a seat."

You walk in as Harry walks around his desk to close the door. You sit down and look up at him as he walks to sit back at his desk, "I'm sorry." He turns towards you and rests his hands on his desk.

You knew he was apologizing, but once you glanced down, you couldn't stop thinking about his hands, the rings, the painted nails, fuck.

"It's fine." You smile at him, "Really! That guy seemed like a real asshole anyway."

He smirks and nods as he leans back, "He didn't want to accept no as an answer, so I had to explain why and that took over an hour."

"Oh god. I'm so sorry." You nod, "I wouldn't want to have to do that for over an hour either."

He squints as he stares at you, "I like you."

His words scare the shit out of you, "what?" You laugh slightly embarrassed.

"I said." He leans forward and folds his arms on the desk, "I like you."

You can feel a pathetic blush rising on your cheeks and you can't help but smile, "Thank you." You look up at him and he smirks, "Tell me about yourself, darling."

"We'll, I graduated with a bachelor's degree in English and I studied communications, journalism and photography as well."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "No, no." He leans back and waves his hand, "I already know all of that, I mean about you."

You smile and lean forward, tugging your skirt down as you switch your legs around, "Oh, um. Well.."

Suddenly you can't think of anything about you and you blank.

"Are you married?"

His question snaps you out of trying to think real quick, "Huh?" He points and you look down ay hour hand, lifting it slightly as you show off your ring, "Yes, I am."

You look back up at him and he presses his lips together, nodding as his eyes study your ring, "That's nice."

"Are you?" You ask without thinking.

You start to panic, thinking it might be a touching subject for him or just not a good topic so you shake your head, "Sorry, that was-"

"No, no. I asked first." He laughs and look at you, blindly slowly as he shakes his head slightly, "I am not married. Single, actually."

There's a twinge in your gut that tells you to get away from this topic.

"I just haven't found the right person yet, you know?"

You nod, "I totally get that, I got married a lot younger than I planned, I love Alex, but sometimes I can't help but to think.. you know maybe.." you trail off and look at him.

He has a slight smile rested on his lips and you sigh, "This isn't a therapy session. I apologize." You lay a hand on your forehead and rub your temples with your thumb and middle finger.

You curse yourself internally and wish you would magically poof home, under the covers to hide from everything happening right now.

"You're fine, love. I promise. If you weren't, you wouldn't be in my office this long." He smiles and gives you a quick wink.

You smile slightly and tilt your head, "Can I ask you something?" He nods, "Of course."

You smile slightly, "Please, don't take this the wrong way, I don't know if this is weird but where are you from?"

He chuckles and shakes his head, "No, no you're fine. I get that a lot but I'll break it down for you." He glances up at you as he smiles, "So I was born in Redditch, then when I was seven, my parents divorced and I grew up in Holmes Chapel with my mom. That was a really weird time for me."

You are kind of shocked that Harry just gave you part of his life story in a matter of minutes of meeting him.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." You shake your head, "My parents divorced, too, but I had to live with my dad. My mom moved three hours away with some guy she met on line."

He shakes his head, "That's not fair to you. I'm sorry, darling."

You feel weirdly comfortable with him, like you could tell him your deepest darkest secret and it will always be safe with him.

"It's okay. I managed. Look where I'm at now." You laugh slightly and motion around you.

Harry nods and smiles at you, "Mhm, Alluring Mag's newest assistant to me."

"What?" You cover your mouth, "Are you serious?" He nods and smiles, “So when do you want to start?"

"I'll start whenever you want me to." You tried to not sound too eager but you indeed, fail.

"Do you need to let another employer know or?"

You shake your head, "Nope. If tomorrow works for you, it works for me."

He nods, "See you tomorrow then." He stands up and holds his hand out and you take his hand with yours, "I get here about eight, so if you just wanted to get here at seven thirty to settle in, Jake can let you into my office."

You nod and smile, "Thank you so much, Mr. Styles."

He squeezes you hand and leans in, "Please, when it's us, Harry is just fine." You smile, "Thank you so much, Harry."

"I'm excited to have you with me." He winks at you before letting go of your hand, "See you tomorrow."

You grab your bag and walk out of his office. You could feel his eyes burn into the back of you as you walks towards the door.

You glance back and his eyes quickly move up from your ass to your face and he smirks.

"Have a good day, Mr. Styles."

He smirks and shakes his head, "Have a good day, y/n."

And with that, you open the door and leave his office, ready to inform everybody that you are in fact newest assistant to the CEO of Alluring Mag.

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Hello everyone, just a quick little authors note here.

I want you guys to tell me your thoughts about this! Every detail matters! I want to make this fanfiction the best that I can for you guys! If you have any ideas, you can message or comment anything and I will take it all into consideration!

Thank you for reading Secret Affairs.

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derrygirlstrash · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

I’m finished with school for the semester so I can finally begin working on that fic I started ages ago, and a few other things, so to keep myself remembering to work, here’s a WIP of the second chapter of my fic What A Girl Wants, where James is trying to buy Erin a Secret Santa gift with help from Aisling and Charlene:

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December 6th, 1997

As was often the case, the weekend meant another sleepover, granted to them for the pretense of studying, but ended up with the usual activity of ‘anything but studying’.

Semi-Charmed Life was playing in the background as Orla stretched her legs to rest her calves in Clare’s lap who was measuring them with rainbow yarn, which, James suspected, was probably giving away who Clare got for her Secret Santa but they weren’t going to ruin the cheerful energy Clare had tonight by pointing it out.

Michelle had brought a bottle of cheap, unlabeled gut rot liquor from her recently acquired job at Dennis’s Wee Shop. Even a small sip of the wretched stuff had him thinking dangerous thoughts when Erin stretched close beside him in her brushed cotton pajamas. What was it about that tiny strip of skin that peeked from the space between her pajama top and bottoms that made him want to do something stupid like stand out her window and hold a boom box up to profess his more-than-like for her?

Needless to say, he hadn’t taken a second sip.

Instead, the brushed cotton clad beauty was currently applying a second coat of nail polish on his hands. It was clear yet sparkly, a perfect compromise choice - it’s not as if he didn’t like bubblegum pink, on her it was quite lovely in fact, but colored nail polish always stresses him out with the upkeep so he put his foot down on a clear - and the twinkling glitter honestly brought out his hands. He was lucky she had it because he would have taken any color she wanted if it meant she was holding his hands the way she was right now. Her hands are so warm.

“You really do suit the sparkly polish James,” Erin said, tilting her head to observe her handiwork while twisting the cap shut, then lifting the hand she was painting and blowing gently on the wet nails to dry them faster. “Good choice on that one.”

As he stares at her lips pursing invitingly to blow on his nails and feels her soft breath on his fingers, he thinks to himself that he needs to let her do his nails more often.

“Yeah?” he asked, admiring the hand she wasn’t blowing on with an exaggerated flourish, mostly just to make her snort with amusement. “Not too much?”

“I think you can go a little further, I’ll get you picking out colors one day.” Erin replied, knocking her knee against his slightly, but not enough to jostle him and risk smudging her careful paint job. He then knocked her knee back, which made her give him a playful warning, “Watch yourself, if you mess it up I’m not fixing it.”

“Oh yes, right, sorry.” he tried to look apologetic as he said it, but it was hard not to smile when she smiled.

“You ought to be, if you mess up them up. Look at them, so pretty.” Erin teased him a bit with the way she said ‘pretty’ which made him feel flushed, more flushed considering he could still feel the sip he took like a hot stone in his stomach. Then, after a moment of observing his nails with a scrutinizing eye, she smiled, more to herself than to him and lowered her mouth to a spot just above his nail bed and pressed her lips to that spot so quick and gentle he nearly thinks it was wishful thinking, “Perfect, you’re all dry!”

If he was flushed before, it’s nothing compared to how he feels now. This is probably a moment, considering it’s the first time her lips were on him in any capacity since Donegal, but how much of a moment he wasn’t sure. Mostly because they had taken matching sips of what Michelle brought. He can only smile, not even say anything, so she just returns the smile looking easy and casual as if she didn’t just scramble every thought in his head by kissing him on his fingers and turns away to grab something else. It was a big point in his favor on the ‘does she still like me’ front, the thought crossed his mind, but he wasn’t sure whether he should count anything done under the influence of alcohol that was just short of lighter fluid.

He allows himself to look down at her hands, where the last chips of her peachy, school appropriate nail polish was clinging to her nails. He had the thought to offer to paint her nails as well. Anything to hold her hands longer…

Before he could offer though, the door was opening and the stern voice of Mrs. Quinn was speaking over the music, “Is this what you wains think passes for studying? If so, you ought to pray it works out for you, or we might have some issues!”

At once the room snapped to attention, Erin was reaching for her school bag and kicking the small basket of polishes under her desk and James was digging in his own bag to grab a highlighter or something, anything to look more busy than he was. Michelle was trying to subtly hide the liquor under the bed while reaching for her textbook, Clare let out a strangled gasp before beginning to read from her book with one hand and thumbing through her notes with the other and Orla - well, Orla was mostly looking at Mrs. Quinn with owl eyes and crisp crumbs falling out her mouth, but she was still just as at attention as the rest of them.

“We-we were just taking a break Mammy.” Erin said nervously, taking out her study sheets, “Trying to reset our brains, y’know, to retain the material better.”

“You’ll retain a long punishment over the break if you don’t bring home good grades. Being in the last stretch doesn’t mean you just get to slack off, you have university to think about.” Mrs. Quinn said in a voice that left no debate to be had from any of them, then suddenly, oh god, she was looking at him.

Luckily though, she didn’t seem upset and instead said, “James love, there’s someone on the phone for you. Says she called around yours to talk about a project for school and couldn’t reach you so she tried here.”

He was confused to say the least, considering there wasn’t any sort of group project to do before Christmas Holiday. Nevertheless, he got to his feet and followed Mrs. Quinn to the phone, taking it from her and speaking skeptically into the phone, “… Hello?”

“Good, so you are here.” Charlene’s voice came through the other end of the line and James startled at it. It was the last voice he was expecting at the moment.

“Wh- Charlene?”

“I mean, I would hope you know my voice by now James. I’m very memorable.” Was her response.

He couldn’t argue with her there.

#derry girls #james maguire #jerin #erin quinn #james x erin #erin x james

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inquixotic · 2 years ago

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BEACH HUT: ENTRANCE.

how are you feeling about entering the villa?

“i am feeling really, really good! i think eden and i are going to bring such a fun vibe that’s been missing for, like, a really good minute. we’re a barrel of laughs, or whatever. i think they’re going to really like us.” evelyn smiles sweetly, the nervous energy bubbling up in her. “like, i’ve been watching the show for so long now that it feels a little surreal almost? and i know, like, it’s going to be a challenge for us, regardless.” she pauses a little, her smile going a little thoughtful, though unaware that what she’s about to say is kinda cruel. “i think everyone is finally fuckin’ worried about not being in actual, real, truly solid couple that they’re willing to just settle and stick with whoever they’re with now and swear that it’s the real thing, that it’s got the potential to be love. but i don’t think some of them are making the right choice, so hopefully we can show them that.”

is there anyone who you had your eye on already or has caught your eye off the bat that you’d be interested in going for?

“i think i just want to get everyone’s vibes a little bit. i don’t really...like to make judgment calls without meeting someone? especially when i don’t really know them yet. but from how they look alone, i think charlene and angel are my type? we’ll see,” she giggles. “dylan and frankie, too, they seem so sweet. but i think it’s more like, i want to be their friend? i just know it’d be a blast to hang out with them, so i’ll sus it out, see if there’s a vibe or anything. if jenny wasn’t so obviously not into women, i’d probably try to pull her, too. but i think if anyone could do it, it’d be me, no offense to any of the girls who’ve tried. she just seems to like someone who can handle her.” there’s an embarrassed flush at that sentiment, though. “i think what marcus is doing with trying to win romi back over is really sweet, so i think having a chat with him will be necessary, too.”

which couples seem the most solid to you? least solid?

“i don’t think they’re solid exactly, but i’m not touching josh or naomi with a ten foot pole after the shit they pulled in casa.” it’s the first time she’s looked anything other than cheerful, her forehead creasing with concern. “i’m not lookin’ to be used as spice for someone else’s relationship drama. and if they can’t stop doin’ that, they need to walk because it’s not fair to everyone else here who just wants to find their person.” she means charlene, specifically, an already protective streak forming from the edit she’s seen. “i really think jenny and jude have got a good chance. angel and callie, frankie and miles...both of them seem pretty paired off for it having only been, like, what, three days? least solid...i don’t know that any of them are solid, really. probably dylan and adela? i don’t think i have the full story, but she doesn’t seem very nice, right? i can’t imagine her leaving if he had to, you know? and that’s the whole point of the show, find someone to leave with. i hope they do make it if he likes her, though.”

what people do you see yourself getting along with?

“well, frankie and i are going to be best friends.” the confidence in her tone leaves little room for argument, her positivity radiating through her smile. at this rate she’s going to scare frankie and they won’t even be friends. “i know jenny seems a little...scary on the surface, but she just cries so much. like, she’s my people, you know? i completely understand that feeling, when there’s just too much going on and all you can do is cry. miles and angel, too, they seem like such a good laugh. i think we need more of that energy and less of the, like, unnecessary dramatics? like, i personally as a viewer don’t want to see more exes or whatever.” she gives the camera a pointed look, speaking directly to the producers. “i think jude, too, once you get past all the doom and gloom will be really fun. hopefully he won’t be too upset when i kiss his girl, though.”

what people do you see yourself not getting along with?

“thankfully, the only person i was not looking forward to decided to take off. i don’t want to not get along with anyone, but i don’t think i’ll spend too much time with naomi, josh, or adela. my therapist says i struggle with “toxic positivity”, and i’m really trying not to like, go in thinking i can fix their problems or that i have the solution. so like i said, i just...don’t think i want the drama that seems to follow them around. can’t tell if they create it themselves, y’know, and that’s not anything i want to be caught up in. i just want to find my person, you know? and i know damn well that’s not them.” she offers a shrug. that’s a very concrete statement, but her mind’s closed off from what she’s seen. “callie, too, probably, if i’m solidly on the frankie did nothing wrong side of things. it’s whatever, though. i only need one aussie girl in my life, and eden’s already got that covered.”

#prompt: evelyn.#she talks SO MUCH and says so little #like girl shut up #crackon:prompt

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guttcd · 2 years ago

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𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 ➝ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 .

do you still have a ‘top 3′ ? is it the same or has it changed ? who do you most want to get to know ?

“nah, not really. i kind of spent my first day trying to get to know everyone. everyone has been super nice. think i’d like to get to know naomi a little more. hopefully she isn’t too grossed out by the whole toe thing.” her nose crinkles slightly, “romi and jenny kind of seem spoken for already huh? guess it wouldn’t hurt to see where their heads are at. i thought rhys and seb would be closed off too but apparently they aren’t? confusing. callie... is very much my type but she wasn’t giving me ‘graft me’ vibes so we’ll see! early days and all of that fun stuff. come back tomorrow.”

have any of the islanders surprised you ? in either a good or bad way.

“i think they've all surprised me in like, how stupid hot all of them are. seriously, where do you find these people?” a contemplative hum escapes her as she brings her knees up and wraps her arms around them. “i’m surprised that they aren’t as... fun as i thought they were gonna be? felt like a couple of them had their guard up or something. it’s only been a day though. some of them told me they were a bit put out by the whole casa thing so...” she shrugs. “hopefully they feel a little better today!”

do you get along with any of your fellow bombshells ?

“yes!” she remarks with a wide grin. “jude is a little rough around the edges but underneath all of that vape smoke and crass british lingo i can totally see a heart of gold. zeke has such a calming energy. he's the type to just tell it how it is and i totally dig it. stella is so freaking elegant. if she has one fan, it’s me. if she has no fans, i’m dead. angel is the epitome of human sunshine. for real, the funniest dude ever. dante is the sweetest man i have ever met and honestly? best threesome i’ve had in a while. really. ten out of ten stars, highly recommend.” she laughs, cheeks flushed slightly. “he’s a good sort. they all are. i’m so pumped to be on this journey with them!”

how was the challenge for you ? what moment was most memorable ?

“your girl got to kiss some cuties!” all cheers and whoops, charlene pumps her fist excitedly in the air. “honestly, i don’t even care that we didn’t win, we had such a fun time. except for the toe sucking part.” an accusatory finger waves in the air as she leans in, brows furrowed. “by the way, which one of you freaks put that one in? is dan schneider one of the producers?”

did you share a bed with anyone ? how did that go ? do you think you’ll share with them again ?

“i shared with callie. it was alright. we didn’t cuddle or anything.” she tries her best not to look too disappointed but it’s written all over her face. “i don’t know if we will share a bed again tonight but if we do, maybe this time i’ll have the balls to actually pull a move.” if not with callie, at least someone willing to hold her a little if she gets scared again.

do you think you’ll get chosen at the end of the week ?

there’s a pause, in which charlene takes the moment to consider what she wants to say. “maybe? i’m kind of realizing i didn’t really do much grafting on my first day. i think… i think i was so excited to come to love island and to meet everyone that i kind of forgot this was a competition. bombshells competing to get picked. couples competing to be the most solid. everyone competing for a chance to make it to the end. i don’t know.” she thinks about jenny and dante, about romi and jude, and can’t help but wonder if she would have had a better chance with the two OGs if she had been more aggressive with her grafting. if she had been more sexually forward from the beginning instead of trying to befriend them. “i think i gotta be more assertive! show these people that there’s more to me than just a pretty smile and a couple of lame jokes.” like that one. she gives the camera a determined grin. “i got this! hopefully i made a good enough first impression for them to give me a chance.”

#crackon:prompt #prompt:charlene

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Enter the Berryverse, Part 2: Welcome to the P.I.E. (preview)

Based on characters from Roald Dahl's "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"

Full story is on my DeviantArt:

“I’m sorry, who?” Fucia shouted, confused. Was that name supposed to mean something?

Charlene - or rather, Violet, as it was, shook her head. “Look, it doesn’t matter, we’ve got bigger problems right now.” The azure-skinned young woman pulled a small object from one of the pouches that lined her wide white belt and placed it to her lips.

“Are you seriously chewing gum at a time like this?”

“Its not gum”, Violet retorted, bending unnaturally backwards to dodge the clawed swipe of a creature, “and look who’s talking.”

Fucia realized as more short, goblin-like creatures crowded around them that she was indeed still chewing away at her wad of chicle. Perhaps not for much longer, however, as the horde was closing in on the three of them fast, threatening to overtake them.

Just then, there was a deafening crash from above. Shattered bits of stained glass rained down on the trio and their enemies alike. Fucia looked up against the glint of the sunlight pouring through to see what looked like two enormous round orbs plummeting down through the ceiling. They flattened the crowd of blue gargoyles to the ground as they landed, incapacitating them, before hurtling back up with an elastic bound.

With a loud hiss, they both began to spin and flatten mid-air into dimpling, deflated sheets. They parted away to reveal two feminine figures, who landed nimbly on the ground among their stunned blue foes as their discarded latex husks drifted slowly down behind. With frightening agility, they quelled any straggling creatures to unconsciousness with swift kick.

Violet recognized them and covered her face with a disapproving palm, shaking her head. “Seriously? The bouncing airsuit routine?”

The women approached, dusting off their form-fitting jumpsuits with gloved hands while admiring the handiwork of sprawled gremlins around them. “What?” Said the one closest to them. She rested her hands on the multi-pocketed red belt that straddled her wide hips. “It’s so much fun!”

The one behind her crossed her arms over her chest and nudged an unconscious goblin with her purple-booted foot. “And effective.” She looked towards Violet with an unamused smirk, “You’re the one that called for backup anyhow. Couldn’t handle these goons on your own, 005? You know you weren’t supposed to alert us until absolutely necessary.”

“They ambushed us, what was I supposed to do?” The blue-skinned blonde next to Fucia shot back, “If I hadn’t blown my cover, they would have nabbed her. Try explaining that one to the boss.”

The one in purple flipped her braids back in annoyance. Her face turned an even deeper shade of indigo than it already was.

“Now, now, lets not engage in counterproductive communication in the middle of a mission, alright?” The closer, taller, wide-hipped woman soothed, “We all know the rules of engagement. Lets stay focused on the objective at hand.”

She extended hers and a cheerful smile towards Fucia, her cropped brown ponytail bouncing as she did. “I’m sure this must all be really, really confusing,” she began, “You must be Fucia. I’m Violet. Violet Beauregarde. And I just love your dress, by the way!”

“And I’m Violet C. Beauregarde. But everyone just calls me Cece, so you can too,” the girl in purple rattled off behind her while absently studying her nails.

W-wait a minute,” Fucia stuttered, taking the strange woman’s hand. She looked towards the cerulean girl who had come in with her on the tour, “I thought she was -“

“There’ll be time to explain later. For now, you’re really gonna want to come with us,” assured the woman. Her eyes gleamed with compassion and understanding, framed by a merry complexion that was just as azure as the first Violet’s, albeit a slightly deeper and bluer hue. She seemed a little older than her companions as well. Despite the strangeness of the situation, Fucia got the feeling that she could trust her.

Just then from beyond the line of confectionary underbrush, a loud trumpet sounded. All three blue-hued women froze. A massive wave of fanged warriors, perhaps twice the size of the one they had just fought off, leapt from the trees and charged towards them at full speed.

“Time to go,” the blonde Violet stated as she pushed against the abandoned rowboat behind them. Her companions and Fucia joined in with all their strength until it finally came unstuck from the sugary shore. The army of halflings leapt over their defeated comrades and rushed even faster towards them, determined to prevent their escape. Fucia watched as the three women jumped aboard the commandeered vessel with athletic ease as she did her best to help her Tia Sepha up the rickety bow.

shunk!!

Fucia screamed as an arrow flew past her head and lodged itself in the side of the ship. “Hey, a little help here?” She called up to her blue rescuers. A light-blue hand shot over the edge of the boat and grabbed onto her dress, hoisting her up and into the drifting boat with a yelp where she landed on the deck with a painful thud. She groaned from the impact, and was stunned for a moment before she staggered up to her feet again. “Tia?” She called out, “where’s my -“ her voice paused in time to spot her aunt stranded on the shore, surrounded by blue creatures as the boat pulled further and further out onto the lake.

“No!” Fucia cried, “Tia! T-turn around! We have to go back!” She called to the three blue women manning the oars.

“Relax girl, its not her they’re after! She’ll be fine…probably, “ the one called Cece answered with a shrug. The blue lady next to her nodded, “I’m sorry, but there’s no time. They’ll be all over us in an instant.” Fucia watched with sinking dread as the tiny monsters grabbed hold of the old woman and carried her back into the trees. What did she mean, they weren’t after her?

Another dart whizzed past her head and instinctively she dropped to the ground. The sound of drums began to echo louder and louder behind the boat. Fucia spared another glance over the side - Two more rowboats appeared from the fog to their rear, gaining fast, darts flying this way and that through the air towards them.

“Don’t just stand there, you nit-wit, grab an oar!” Cece called to her. She and her companions were busy straining against the chocolate water with their combined might. “Hurry!” She added. Fucia scrambled towards the open oar and began to push. Her back was already sore from her rough landing and it burned all the more as she rowed. Behind them the drums grew louder, louder. Darts whizzed by their ears, burying themselves in the intricately carved woodwork of the mast. It was a rush that seemed like hours, but adrenaline flushed through her like chocolate through a pipe and she carried on alongside her rescuers, praying a dart didn’t find its mark in her already burning backside until her focus was interrupted by a gleeful cry.

“Up there! Head for the opening!” The older, bluer Violet shouted. She pointed to the other side of the lake, which was not far off now, where Fucia could make out the opening of what looked like a large cave carved into the face of crumbling brown rock.

“Oh, fudge..” the blonde one muttered.

They rowed all the harder towards the cavern opening. Fucia felt Her back, her arms, her lungs burn with every stroke. She could feel their vessel picking up speed, and although the halfling boats remained on their heels, she hoped they would pull ahead of them with a few more moments….

BOOM!

Fucia looked back. One of the goblin vessels had steered into them, and the monsters were attempting to board. Cece reached back and pulled what looked like a handful of brightly colored rocks from her belt and tossed them at the ramming boat. They exploded on impact like a cacophony of firecrackers, keeping the gremlins on board temporarily at bay. Fucia thought she smelled burnt caramel in the air.

“Faster!” The older Violet cried. As they approached the cave’s gaping maw, the ship suddenly lurched forward with newfound speed, carried by some sort of current and hurtling them into the pitch dark.

“Aaaaaaah!” Fucia wailed out as the blackness enveloped them. Wind rushed through her hair and she could hear the rapid churning of the chocolate waters below. She strained to see anything in the shadows, but there was only darkness.

“I can’t see anything! Where are we rowing?” She cried out to her companions.

“No knowing!” One of them called amongst the roar of the river.

She tried to work her oar against the violent rapids that shook their vessel this way and that as plummeted deeper and deeper into the cavern's rapids.

“Its no use!," shouted Fucia, "I can’t tell which way the river’s flo-“

CRASH!

Something shook them again from behind. Fucia spared a glance backwards and saw the red glowing eyes of a dozen or so more halfling creatures clamoring for battle. Their pursuers’ vessel had gotten caught in the swift current too. Now it smashed into them, pushing them against the walls of the cave and sending them spinning faster down the swirling, winding champurrado river. Fucia held on to the sides of the boat desperately as she watched the blue fiends clamber onto their out-of-control vessel. “Hold on!” She heard the oldest Violet call. A headlamp flickered on above her head. She tossed one towards Fucia, which she miraculously caught, then to the other women on the vessel. Fucia watched as she delivered a spinning kick to the first creature who dared get closer. “How's this for a jawbreaker??” She yelled, burying her boot in its face. Her two associates joined in, hurling exploding candies or fists at their adversaries, more and more of which clambered on board despite the fierce resistance. Fucia edged along the sides of the tumbling, splintering raft, and found a secure enough spot to affix her headlamp. She instantly regretted it, as she could now see the plethora of fanged, hellishly carved faces that lined the cavern walls - not to mention a far worse sight in the distance that caused her stomach to drop. She whirled her head towards the battling blue belles behind her. “Violet!” She called out. All three turned around in unison. “What?” “Up ahead, we’re gonna hit a dead end!” Fucia shouted, pointing to the flat slab of fudgestone that rushed to meet them. With a mischievous glint in her eye, the oldest one smirked, as if she knew they were about to do something stupid. “005, is our ticket out of here ready yet?” “Almost,” The blonde Violet called, still chewing the candy she’d taken out earlier, albeit at a much faster rate. “You better get down to that thing’s chewy center, before they get to ours!” Cece scolded, keeping the snarling goblins as far away as possible. The blonde waddled unsteadily amongst the sloshing boat, holding her arms out for balance as she approached the end of the ship. She pulled the candy from her mouth and chucked it full strength at the wall they were set to barrel straight into. Fucia went wide-eyed as the fudge rock began to fizzle and dissipate on contact with the candy wad, sizzling and popping with bright multicolored sparks and bursts of rainbow light. A hole was forming in it, although Fucia could not quite see what was on the other side.

“Its ready!” Violet called back to her companions. The ship was set to crash into it at any moment. “Go!” Came a shout from the back, and Fucia witnessed the blonde girl at the helm dive headfirst into the widening, sparking portal in the wall. Then she was gone. “Cinch your belts and suck in your stomachs,” the oldest Violet cried, forfeiting her fruitless fight with the halflings. “Its gonna be a tight squeeeze!” Fucia felt a pair of hands scoop around her waist and she realized Cece, Violet and herself were suddenly flying off the boat and shooting headfirst into the sparkling candy-colored opening before them. Fucia screamed again as she tumbled through its crackling gate. She hit solid ground and barrel-rolled to a stop. The sound of splintering wood, rushing chocolate and shrieking halflings came from behind her for a moment - then silence. Fucia looked back to see the hole behind them fizzling shut. A few broken planks littered the ground around it, and champurrado dribbled out of the edges until it closed completely. The oldest one got up first and wiped the excess chocolate and splinters from her uniform. “Hey, we all made it in one piece!” She exclaimed excitedly, “great work, everyone!” They were in a large, open room, with metal rafters running this way and that overhead. It looked like the doorway of it led to a larger, equally open hallway, and their blonde companion was already there leaning against it, hood drawn and arms folded. “Where…where are we? Is this another part of the factory?” Fucia asked. Cece rose next to her with a groan, a hand tenderly massaging the backside which had cushioned her fall. “Oh no, not like any factory you’ve seen before,” the oldest Violet chuckled, adjusting the red ribbon in her brown hair and fixing her bangs with a puff of air from her lips. She put her hands on her wide red belt and smiled gleefully. “We’re home!”

#willy wonka and the chocolate factory #violet beauregarde #willy wonka #blueberry #spiderverse #fanfic #charlie and the chocolate factory

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