#i dont know if hes much of a big hoops earring guy but for this art he is lol

[artisadie]

(party horn noise) It's Kazuo's birthday!!!!!! on solar eclipse day! So of course this years art has to feature that too :] I will imagine him getting lots of rest and lots of sweets today💖

[therealpontius]

Romeo and Juliet

Plot: mtv is hosting a huge party which your sworn enemies (to the public eye) will be attending too

Warnings: drug misuse/alcoholism/public sex (not reader)/ no smut involving reader

Mtv. Fame. Money. Jackass. Street cats.

"Hey you ready?" Your friend sadie asked, slipping on her heels.

When jackass first started it raised all the little boys ego, dressing and acting like the idiots that flung themself around on tv every saturday night. You and your friend group got pretty sick of the whole 'boys will be boys' situation knowing if you done it you would be called 'wreckless whores'. At first no one was intrested but as soon as the female audience of jackass heard of the new show 'street cats' they went crazy, devouring every last peace they could. Tonight was a stupid mtv party they were hosting for all the popular stars to show up to, ozzy osbourne would be there so you were beyond exited.

"Totally, never been more ready" you wore low waisted blue jeans with a tight crop top and hoop earrings. "We are going to fucking kill it, the girls are waiting so we better be fast" with that you stood up, feeling more pretty that ever before, your blonde hair warm against your cheeks from recently straightening it. You and sadie left the room to see pam, dolly and oprah sitting in the hall, beers sitting in each one of their hands "hey girl!" Oprah greeted you, standing up with the rest "you all look stunning, we are going to kick those idiots asses tonight!" You said enthusiastically to lighten the mood. Jackass was much more popular but that didnt mean you guys werent better, and hotter.

As you entered the red carpet, looking around at the multiple drug addicts that posed like they were the face of america, you got yourself prepared to get shitfaced and have either the best or worst night of your life. "Hey street cats!" A interview shouted your attention. More interviewers noticed so it gave you the opportunity to get interviewed separately. "Hey y/n! Hows your night going?" "Yeah good so far, just arrived!" "Thats great, you look amazing! Who are you the most exited about meeting tonight?" "Thankyou! Definitely ozzy osbourne, big inspiration for me growing up" "same here sister! Who are you least exited to meet?" You thought for a moment and brought yourself closer to the mic as if to tell the audience a secret that no one else knows. "Dont tell anyone but the jackass boys" you laughed alittle and backed away "thats all the questions i got, have a good night!"

As you walked around you couldnt see the girls, 'they probably just gone off to mingle' you thought, looking round the crowd to see if you noticed anyone. You flinched feeling a double tap on your shoulder, turning round with a smile that quickly dropped at the smug smile of the western hunk. "Heya doll!" "Hey johnny, can i help?" He smiled down at you only making you resent him more. "Just wanting to talk! Good luck for later becuase we are totally going to kick your ass at the drinking competition steve-os holding for us" you crossed your arms, feeling cameras take pictures of you both. "Yeah? And who said you are? You are your side hoes are weak." Johnny let out a forced laugh, bam appearing next to him "bam! Bam! Did you hear what she said?" Bam shook his head and smiled at anticipation "she called you my side hoe and said we are weak!" They both fake laughed, clutching their stomachs "your fake laughs dont phase me boys" "doubt is sweetheart, your only a little girl of course they are. You only started this 'street tramps' thing to copy us! You seek our validation!" Bam said, johnny nodding along "'street cats' you bafoon. Now piss off, ill see you later when i out drink your asses" you stormed away "yeah whatever!" Bam shouted behind you.

20 minutes later the scene had got much more busy and you managed to meet up with the girls, telling them about the competition steve-o was holding. At first they shut it down but as they thought about it more you all decided to atleast try with the chance of embarrassing them all. "Oh my god! Ozzy! Hes here!" You squeal "well girl its your scene, we will wait here you go meet him!" Dolly said, shoving you towards him. "Hello mr osbourne!" You greet him with your hand "what is this? Fucking meeting the queen? Call me ozzy love" he smiled shaking your hand roughly "i see you on the screen, kellys a big fan!" "Thats great to hear man, we arent particularly a public favourite" you laugh, he laughs along too "neither am i!". "Holy shit ozzy?" A deep voice sounds behind you both, you and the older rock star turn your heads to see chris pontius standing in a thong and bunny ears. "You look like a fucking clown!" Ozzy laughs, taking in his whole look. Chris giggles and playfully jumps up and down "ozzy! Can we borrow you for a minute?" An interviewer shouted over, ozzy nodded in response leaving you and chris.

Chris had never really said anything to you before, you hadnt really said anything to him either. "Hey im chris pontius!" He greeted smiling, his smile made you smile you just couldnt help it. "Arent you supposed to hate me?" You ask, laughing alittle "i dont hate women, they make the world go around" he smiled, making you blush alittle "plus your hot!" Your cheeks glow red "likewise". You both share eyecontact that lasted a second too long "chris there you are i thought you- oh whats she doing here!" "Getting in the way is what shes doing, move lady we have some hard core drinking to do" chris brushed past you with his hand in steve-os shoulder. The girls walked up to you cocking their eyebrows "what the fuck was that? I havent seen you look at a man like that since thomas?" Pam asked, flicking your shoulder "i made him think he was worth me, plus these cameras are going to eat it up if we have a squabble. They did with johnny and bam so i just dont want anymore negative storys going around about me" you lied but your friends believed you, hooking your arms with theirs and walking into the huge party.

A couple of hundred booths sat, stars drinking their memory away or shoving powder up their nose in the most obvious way possible. "Its stinks like shit in here" sadie pointed out, yours moods sorta being killed. "Ladys over here!" Steve-o called out from behind you "hey o' " sadie winked jokingly. She had a one night stand with him awhile ago and knew he regretted it. "Hey sade... you girls ready?" Steve-o asked while you all sat down. Chris sat next to you, the booth was huge and curved giving all of you plenty of room. "WAITOR! Two rounds of your strongest shot!" Wee man demanded like he was royalty. "So what you girls been up to? Shopping?" Ryan asked, cocking his eyebrow "no ryan, we are thinking of new skits" dolly said calmly "'how much money can we spend in an hour?'" Bam laughed "very funny brandon, no we are going skating in an abandoned water park" pam rolled her eyes, probably regretting agreeing to drink with these bafoons. "Thats so badass i almost fell asleep hearing about it" ehren rolled his eyes "shut up danger! What do you do anyways? Prance around in a pink skirt? Safety first? So badass of you" he blushed alittle in embarrassment "exactly" "here you go" the waiter smiled, resting the tray down before you all.

You all equally took your two shots and rested them before you, looking round for Steve-o to call out when to start. "Ready ladys?" Steve-o asked cockily "always" sadie butted in "THREE TWO ONE" all at the same time you downed your shots, groaning at the bitter and flaming taste creeping down your throats. Sadie never reacted, drinking so much it was hardly ever enough anymore. "WAITOR. TWO MORE FOR US" she shouted out, making the boys groan "MAKE IT FOUR" steve-o joined in, enjoying the challenge. "So hows your night been?" Chris asked trying to make conversation "fucking fabulous, apart from when i met this guy earlier. TOTAL dick. You?" "Same here, but a girl" he giggled, making you roll your eyes.

The doubled shots arrived and you all got you your own four, looking at them like a kid who was being fourced to drink sour cough syrup. "THREE TW-" "TWO ONE" Sadie interupted steve-o making him look at her in discust. You all downed the four, a few coughing and gagging "fuck sake" you complained, running your hands down your face. "Too much for you? Your lady instincts are kicking in, better stick to a cheeky glass of wine" chris winked, with instinct you brought your fist down to his crotch harshy making him yelp "FOUR MORE" you scream, the boys laughing at chris who kept his head rested on the table

Once again you all sat with four infront of you, downing them when steve-o and sadie counted to one. "Fucking mingin!" Bam exaggerated, flailing his hands around "what even is in this?" Chris asked, looking at the small amount of liquid that sat at the bottom of the shot glass,  it was thick and a dark brown colour. "Whatever it is, its workin alright" wee man laughed.

There was sort of a friendship feel between street cats and jackass, like tom and jerry. Tom never really hated jerry but just pretended so that he is not replaced, much like how the street cats pretend to hate jackass so that they can stay relevant and not be replaced with another (shitty) reality show since the views were so low.

Ten shots down and the drink hit you like a brick in the face, holy shit that cough syrup was STRONG. "This will continue im just gunna, just gunna stick to the beer" johnny slurred slightly, no one judging since they were all the same. Johnny, wee man and ehren headed to the bar leaving ryan, bam, steve-o and chris. "Why did you guys start the street tramps?" Bam asked, wanting to get a rise out of you again. "Because we are sick of people acting funny only being allowed for boys, girls can be funny too" oprah argued, bringing her pointed finger down onto the table and ignoring bams very obvious attempt at making her yell. "I think its pretty hot, just not you guys stealing our material and adding dish washers to it" steve-o shrugged, laughing to himself. "Misogynistic pig!" Sadie raised her voice, throwing one of the plastic shot glasses at steve-os head "ay fucking watch it!" He warned, slamming his hands off the table. You sighed, laying your head back wanting everyone just to calm down for once

"i wish they could just fuck again and get it over with" chris said next to your ear making you jump slightly "what?" "Cant you see it?" You both turned to face steve-o and sadie who sat staring at eachother like they were going to go for eachothers throats while everyone else was in their own conversations. "Theres too much sexual tension, i say they should just fuck, again, and get it over with" you scoff and then pause alittle "yeah your right to be honest" "always am" "well not exactly", you argue back, turning to face him. "How come?" He raised his brow, a slight smirk on his face "well what was that shit earlier, 'i could never hate a woman, they make the world go around' or some bull shit like that" he just shrugged obviously not getting what you were getting at " 'move lady' ?" He smirks alittle now understanding "what? Your a lady and i was asking you to move" "yeah. Sure-" "just admit it! Your obsessed with me!" Sadie shouted to steve-o, they looked like a mirror of eachother, standing with hands rested on the desk, angry drunk faces and both craving more drink. "Obsessed!? Your crazy!" Steve-o shouted back "oh for fuck sake calm down!" Ryan shouted over steve-o pushing him down by his sholders "if you guys are so fucking angry them just fuck the anger out, it works and we would get to have conversations that are not interrupted by two drunk psychos" he spoke again, rolling his eyes. "PSYC-" you instantly stood up and covered sadies mouth, she had clearly been drinking well before the party "sadie shut up, shut the fuck up" you whispered to her a warning and her eyes met yours, a sorry look on her face. "Just sit down, we wont be with him all evening" she nodded into your hand and sat down.

"Hello ladys!" Johnny said enthusiastically, plopping down a tray full with shots infront of him "four each" "look i really dont think that sadie and steve-o should be drinking anymore" you advise him "nice excuse but if shes out then the whole competition is over, we will win doll" you glance over to the rest of the girls to silently decide "give us the shots knoxville" pam laughs, earning four of the thick black shots placed infront of her. Ehren, wee man and johnny all sat down again. "Shit this is horrific" chris muttered to you, sensing you feeling the same way towards the pathetic competition. "THREE TWO ONE" steve-o called, all you you throwing the liquid down your throats, the burning feeling that you all decided to forget about coming back. Ehren and bam dry heaved alittle and dolly put her head in her hands "fuck! Thats so discusting" johnny laughed, looking around at everyones vile reactions. "ANOTHER FOUR" steve-o called out making you all gasp alittle "hey.. o' maybe we should calm down alittle" chris advises earning a dirty look from his best friend "what? Are you weak?" He said with a tone of disgust "exactly FOUR MOR-" steve-o cut off his demanding when a waitor placed down the tray without care and rolled her eyes at steve-o.

"Man i really dont think i can.." wee man complained, holding his chest "stop being a pussy!" Oprah joked, taking her own four off already. "THREE TWO ONE" steve-o called again, heads slowly drank the shot, feeling ill with it. "Hey babes im off to go party" dolly said, grabbing her bag, as if the boys forgot that this was a party not just a bar they light up, getting up aswell. You sat behind while they all ran away to gather yourself "not your scene?" You heard chris's voice again "chris why do you keep trying to talk to me?" He held his hand to his heart "ouch? You just look like a fun person, or an uptight bitch. What one are you?" He asks, challenging you "fuck, your a persuasive guy" you say sarcastically , he holds his hand up to you and helps you to your feet, both stumbling to the crowd of people who danced.

You and chris danced like fools to the music that played loudly u till your eye caught onto sadie who slowly inched to the bathroom, hand in steve-os "chris!" You gasped, grabbing his forearm "look!" You walked alittle closer towards the two but not close enough for them to notice "holy shit they are totally going to bang, steve-o has that crazy look in his eyes" the two ran into the bathroom, chris now grabbed your forearm and ran towards the door. It felt odd to be snooping in on your friends private life but, its fun. After two minutes of pushing past stubborn drunk people you met the door, smoke came from the bottom and it stank of weed, sadie moaned louder than you ever heard. "Holy shit they are really going for it" chris giggled deeply, you noticed his growing arousal in his tiny thong but chose to ignore it. "Cmon bunny lets go do something" you smile, stealing his bunny ears and placing them on your own head "something? What do you mean?" You could tell he was hoping that you ment sex but instead you too him to the top floor.

It was quite and chill, dimly lit with a good few candles. This was the smoking area but no one really went by the rules. You got cosy on a bean bag that sat next to a window, patting the one next to you for him to sit down. "How the fuck did you know about this?" He smiled, looking around at the few rockstars who sat smoking a joint "i had a look at the venue before hand so i knew the best places" "well..." chris fished his hand into his thong making you gasp abit and look around "here" he pulled out a little plastic bag that had two joins in it "i kept them in the pocket at the bottom" he held one out to you, hesitant, you picked it up with the tip of your fingers "oh cmon its not that bad, ive been told my dick tastes quite nice" he said matter of factly, getting up and walking towards what looked like a high out his face nikki sixx. "Nikki... nikki" chris repeated untill the mans face was staring up at him, nikki had been in contact with steve-o and had talked to the boys so chris wasnt star struck.

"Dude, what the fuck are you wearing" "my uniform... can i borrow your lighter?" Nikki rolled his eyes and gave chris his lighter with a smile "there. Give it back." Chris strutted back over to you, passing you a black lighter that had 'sixx' ingraved on the side. "Thanks" you tried to hide the fact your heart was racing at the thought of nikki only a few seconds away, and lit your blunt, passing the lighter back to chris who done the same.

"The alcohol is really making its way to my brain" you laughed, trying to keep your head in place "yeah man ive got to a stage where i can just cope when im drunk, all that drinking with steve-o has REALLY taken its toll" you both laugh loosely, taking a hit of your blunts. It was dark by now and rain hit quietly off the window, the music from downstairs faded onto a blur. "Its mad thinking how thats nikki sixx" you finally said, looking over to the passed out man "yeah but hes just like us... famous" chris giggled blowing smoke into your face "its crazy thinking we have people who want to be us" you add making him think "like im an Inspiration to kelly osbourne" his eyes widened "really? Im an Inspiration to every demon spawn child" "i saw a child wearing the party boy track suit with these on the other day" you point to the ears that still sat contently on your head. "Thats cute, i wanna have children one day and raise them to be the most respectful little people i can" he said looking out the window "yeah right, your kids are going to be devils" "no no im being serious, i want them to be more respectful than i have been tonight, im sorry" he nodded to you as if to tell you 'im being serious' "well thats okay, atleast you gave me a penis blunt" you smile, taking another long draw. "Heh. Penis blunt".

Your blunts both finished and the conversation got less frequent "you think theyd be done banging now?" Chris asks, making you think of what he ment for a second "ofcourse its been like what, an hour? Lets go see" you both stood up to head for the stairs, nikki wasnt there anymore so you slipped the lighter into your pocket hoping to have your own little souvenir. As the party music became louder and the number of people became more frequent chris held your hand so that he didnt loose you. "Lets head for the bathroom" he practically shouted. As quick as possible you both made it to the bathroom and held your ear to the door "DARYL I DIDNT CHEAT IT JUST FELL IN" you heard a clearly intoxicated woman shout, chris bursting out laugh "fuck where is everyone?" You slightly panic, moving your body closer to his arm. He turned his head away blushing slightly at the close contact.

"Hey there they are" chris said into your ear, your eyes focused of johnny who was shamelessly grinding against the girl who danced infront of him. "Knox?" You questioned, tapping his shoulder. The lanky man jumped "oh hey doll, just um. Kinda in the middle of something" he said uncomfortably, rubbing his neck. The woman got bored and walked away, making his brows furrow "clearly... get the group together we need to do more shots, we will meet you at the booth" johnny rolled his eyes and nodded seeing the two of you walk back to where you were sat not long ago.

"Y/NNNNN" sadie cried, walking ahead of the group, she got into the booth and sobbed into your shoulder. "Sadie? Everything okay honey?" "Ill go get the shots" johnny said, slipping away from the uncomfortable moment. Everyone watched in amusement at sadie crying into you "I JUST THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE, I THOUGHT YOU DIED" she cried harder "sadie i was away smoking pot"her cries stopped and backed up, looking into your eyes "without me?" "Without you babe im sorry" "drinks!!" Johnny beamed, resting a bigger tray down "six each, had to up the anti" he winked, passing out everyones shots. You all stared at them in horror "no fucking way dude" ryan muttered, your livers all burning like hell.

"THREE TWO ONE" steve-o called, slowly you all drank the six shots until "OH FUCK WEE MAN" johnny gasped, wee man had thrown up on his lap meaning the street cats won "YES YES YES YES" you all squealed "THATS NOT FAIR" steve-o shouted "HES SMALL HIS TOLERANCE IS LOW" "fuck you!" Wee man spat, heading for the bathroom. "Steve. calm down" chris warned, looking at him intensely "well fuck you all if your going to let some house wifes win!" He stormed off killing the mood. "Sorry girls, well done honestly" ryan smiled "yeah man i could never do that" ehren laughed. “Is it just me who wants to keep drinking?” Chris whispered into your ear, you stiffle a laugh and nod.

You both reached the bar that had multiple musicians and actors laughing drunkly. “Four beers and…” “four ciders please” you order, the drinks were free of charge for some stupid reason. “You know, tonights been a great night chris” you realise, giving him a soft smile “ive really enjoyed it, a sin your a street cat though or i totally wouldve wifed you up by now” he rolls his eyes playfully, nodding a thanks to the bartender who sat down the icy cold cans. “Yeah… shame, total romeo and juliet situation… minus the sleeping pills and suicide” this made chris giggle and take a break to drink his beer, you cracked open a cider and began drinking it too.

Life on mars by david bowie started playing from the small bar, you and chris both noticed at the same time, looking at eachother with wild smiles “i love this song!” He exclaims, mouthing the lyrics “just reminds me of growing up” you smile, feeling pretty emotional reminiscing on childhood memories. You drank your second can by the time the sing ended and chris was on his fourth now.

You shared akward eyecontact more than youd like to admit and it felt weirdly intimate, no on knew if or when to make the first move. He looked so good in the dim lighting of the bar, hair down and curly, skin smooth and lips pink. “Chris can i?…” you asked, looking at his lips, he smiled goofily, glad he wasnt the one longing for skin on skin contact.

“CHRIS! Move we are going home, knox told me to go home and that i couldnt leave without you” steve-o groaned, linking arms with the muscular man “but steve-o im kinda in the middle of something” “you get pussy every night, what so special about this one?” Chris side eyes you with a sympathetic look “fine!” He got up with the drunken fool and started leaving, without saying goodbye.

~

A few days later the videos, interviews and pictures were posted. You instantly searched “street cats”

•heated argument between streetcat star y/n and jackass stars johnny and bam!

•streetcats stunning mtv party outfits!

•sadie from show street cats and steve-o star of jackass sneaking off into bathroom?

•how to dress like oprah star of streetcats

And multiple more junk untill you reach the jackass section

•hear what jackass star chris pontius has to say about streetcats star y/n!

What…

“Hey chris how have you been this evening?” This wasnt a carpet one, this was one taken by paparazzi when chris and steve-o left the party. “A bit drunk!” “Ofcourse! So how was your night?” “Perfect well, almost perfect” “almost perfect?” “Yeah i had to spend the night with a chick on my hip” WHAT? “It was y/n from streetcats!” Steve-o called out. “Is this true?” Chris went silent “is this true?” The paparazzi asked again “yes…” he mumbled, walking away.

DICK HEAD.

[twomystdunstans]

FINALLY. Kane and Feels lineup/designs :3c

design notes under cut lololol

🌊 Brutus

- started wearing Hawaiian shirts during Daytrippers (hes on holiday!!!!!), just kept wearing them after

- I do not KNOW why I think he's got a scar on his face PLEASE dont ask I don't have an answer. Its something that carried over from my og designs and idk where it came from.

- grew out his hair between s1 and s2, also just kept it

- I think he wears a lot of sweaters and worn jeans?? Like. V comfy clothes. Idk

- one purple eye from the events of Daytrippers <3

- in the same vein, hes got white hair from the Buffer during the events of Wonderland

- BIG GUY (affectionate 💕💖💓💞💖💓💞💓💖)

💥 Kane

- IDK WHY HES A REDHEAD. DONT LOOK AT ME IT JUST. hes a ginger in my brain. He also i think has blue in his hair, used to have more but its mostly grown out at this point

- he also used to have shorter hair, which, like Bru, he grew out between s1-2

- SO much jewelry, it both serves the purpose of being enchanted and the purpose of Luce being able to fiddle/stim with it. He also just thinks its cool lol

- going along with that, PLEASE dont ask about the giant hoop earrings, theyre another thing that carried over from their original designs???

- also has the purple eye and white hairs :]

- dark/gothic academia fashion. That is all.

- SMALL. (also affectionate 💓💕💖💞)

ALSO they r queerplatonic partners and both transmasc thank you and goodnight <3

[idjitlili]

Blah its me

Kili x Modern!reader

Summary:Imagine Kili being sent to find you ,to only to see you dressing by a small river,spotting your belly button piercing. And him liking your earrings so much that he asks you to pierce his ears.

over 2280 words

You we apart of Thorin's company since you fell upon fron the sky ,whacking your head on a tree,landing face first infront of the company who rode ponies.You had used your arms to stop you whacking your face in the mud. You had groaned,standing up brushing the mud from your bottom."I have been falling for 30 minutes!" you had growled not noticing the bunch of dwarves,a hobbit and a wizard had been eyeing you. "d-did she just fall out of the sky?" the hatted dwarf had spoke ,in which in time you learned to know his name as Bofur.

The dwarves sat still on their ponies in spoke,until the youngest Durin prince spoke "did it hurt when you fell from the heavens of malah?" he spoke flirting while you as the older dark haired dwarf turned around and shot him a look,which he simply ignored. "I feel some stairs and ended up here not down from heaven..." the words slipped quietly from your lips ,the wizard had looked at you thinking before he spoke "it seems that this maiden is not from middle earth  ,Am I correct?" you wanted to know who the fuck he knew that."middle earth,what no,its just earth." he hummed at you. Soon after that you were apart of the company,to much off Thorins disagreement you were in.

Which led you to now you were in Rivendell already;Thorin didnt like that very much. You were quite happy with about ,Elrond had given you a room with a bath,you hadnt had a proper clean in a long while. Plus a cute elf named Lindir,had accompanyed you to your room,offering you his arm. You had happily taken it blushing,the dwarves werent impressed by this ,Kilis face scrunched up in jealousy.

It wasnt a shock to Fili that his brother had grown to have a crush on you,a strange girl from another world. He knew better to keep it to himself ,and only tease Kili about it quietly. Thorin was only just beginning to like you,Fili didnt want you being left on the side of the road if his uncle found out about his youngest nephews feelings for you.

You had thanked Lindir greatly for helping you to your room,he had smiled at you "you are very welcome lady y/n,Elrond has told me about you and wishes me to inform you that if you would like you can stay here in Rivendell." you didnt know what to say ,you loved it in Rivendell and Lindir was indeed bodacious,but you grown to like a certain prince. Not that you could do anything about it,he was royalty ,you were a mere human ,not that kili acted like a prince more immature than anything.

"I really couldnt,they would feel betrayed,"you spoke quietly.looking at your dirty shoes. "though its not only reason is it?" his voice was like silk in noise,golden smooth,his head high as you look up at him ,shaking your head no. "Im sure he returns your love." you almost choked ,as he left how could he known,damn. You turned into your room almost turning into sonic running to the bath. Soon scrubbing yourself with the rich soaps and oils,conditioning your hair.  

After you had wrapped yourself in one towel;another in your hair. Slowly dressing yourself in your short underwear,not boxers but they were were shorts and underwear. And your bra from your world ,about to put on the mint green dress Elrond had sent to your room,well was until the door knocked. "who is it?" (james franco pineapple express,yeah you sound like that ) "Bluh it's me" he stated ,je was still annoyed about Lindir,but he didnt hold it to you ,it wasnt his choice who you liked. You hadnt realised that you were fully dressed ,your wet hair now down ,water making your skin shine against the light.  As you walked towards the door,opening it to reveal Kili he hadnt yet bathed clearly.

His eyes quickly scanned your body,blushing as he say you in your underclothes,you looked at him confused to his facial expresion. "Im sorry , I disturbed you,its just dinner is ready," You had looked down to see what he gestured about ,you had blushed in embarrassment."oh god,yeah I'll be right there." you tried to play it off ,but his eyes still kept glancing ,he nodded turning to leave,but a jem catches his eye.

He turns back to you loooking down at your bellybutton gasping "Is that a jem in your bellybutton?"he beyond shocked he had never seen something like it before,he didnt understand why you hadnt shown it off,he thought it was beautiful. "oh..um its my belly button piercing?" he had looked even more confused ,looking down to see how it worked. You sighed pulling him in by his arm,making him almost fall over,sitting him on the side of the bed,you laying flat next to him. So your stomach looked flatter than when it did when you sat,not that you should be ashammed ,it was just so he could see. He had looked at you as you unscrewed the ball pulling out the bar. "see theres a hole,damn thats what she said." his hand went near before he pulled it away,you pulled it back assuring it was fine.

He had grabbed the bar eyeing it ,before popping back into its rightful placing securing the ball ontop. " do men in your world have that too?" he had questioned as you stood up pulling the dress on before sitting next to Kili on the bed. "no not many ,its mostly because they get made fun of by other men that claim its a gay thing to do aka ,men that like men  do it ,but it isnt anyone can do it,more women have it done. some people are just scared of the pain of having it done ,but inreality it doesnt hurt at all,just the same as my first ear ones," in the end you had pointed to your earrings that lay on the lobe.

kill had watched interest,he really thought you were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. "i like it very much y?n it suits you very well." you had smiled blushing as he smirked at your reaction."thank you kili." you looked the floor not knowing what to say after that."do you think one day you will help me go get my ears done like yours are on that bit?" he spoke shyly pointing to your ear lobe. "I mean if you want.. I could now." you response now looking at kili whos face lights up like the moon in the night sky,nods eagerly,you run to your bag grabbing your spare unused hoops and clean needle and a slightly wet cloth,rushing back to him.

You jump on the bed ,bouncing slightly almost stabbing yourse;f with the needle,you kneel facing his left ear. "just the one ear?" at the moment you had one stud in your first hole and in the otherside a lego indiana jones figure dangling. Like who didnt play at least one lego game on the wii as a child,maybe you still do cough me. "what do you think?" he had questioned holding the needle and earring as you used the cloth to clean his lobe gently,he tried to stay still under your grip."I think the one for now ,so you can sleep on the other side,without aggravating it while it heals." you spoke quietly,standing up to put the cloth down on the beside table,pulling the dress up before sitting back down now comfortble on your knees thats what she said.

"alright then,just the one please." he looked at you smiling nervously,you smiled back at him excitedly. You lined the needle up to the appropriate position. "you ready?" you asked him."ye-Ow" you had cut him off stabbing the needle through,and placing in the hoop. "that did not hurt,youve been stabbed by a bloody sword,and made less of a fuss. did that go over your head?" you grabbed the cloth once again ,shoving his hand away from the ear as he rubbed ,now cleaning the piercing.

"Nothing goes over my head my reflexes are too fast, I would catch it." you snorted at his response pulling him up from the bed,discarding the cloth,leading him to the mirror standing behind him as he looked at the earring with a big grin."Ilove it!" he practially shouted turning around engulfing you in arms twirling you around, your face flashes red as does his when he puts you down embarrassed. "i-im sorry," he spoke looking at the floor you had grabbed your hand "dont be ,lets go the company will be waiting." you spoke pulling the blushing dwarf out the door with you.

You had let go of his hand once you had reached the others,sitting down beside bofur,kili beside you. They had stared at you brielfly."you look very nice ,lass." bofur had told you smiling next you ,you had blushed quietly thanking him. "Yes,,Y/n you look truly look more beautiful than when you were covered in mud,if that was even possible." fili smirked at you then briefly at his brother ,he wanted him to step up stop being so scared of you a shy guy,like you would go blurting out that you didnt like him,but you did. "t-thank you." you werent used to the compliments ,nor many people interacting with you.

"kili,what is that in your ear??" Thorin had interrupted the dwarves commenting on you ,his voice stern,his face almost a frown,you looked at kili nervously you didnt want to get in trouble from thorin.  "SO ,I basically accidently saw y/n had an earring thingy in her bellybutton-" "A what? lass show us." bofur had cut him off now everyone was starring at you, waiting ,you stood up. Only for kili to pull on your telling you not to do what you were about to do ,sending you a pleading look. You had shook your head ,assuring him it was fine ,pulling the dress up above your belly button.

You had just revealed to the whole company a f/c jem that was your bellybutton jewerly,also your bare thighs and underwear. That elf Lindir had smirked at you,causing kili to almost explode,as he saw it the dwarves were in shock as you sat down,they still said nothing. "why would you keep such beauty hidden?" Dwalin the least person you wouldve expected spoke up,you didnt think he thought anything was beautiful expect maybe I dont know his mother. "..uh b-because I cant wonder around with you guys in half a shirt ,I would definitely get stabbed easier." you spoke yet again quietly ,making bilbo laugh at your tone. Kili smiled before breaking the silence ,"so yeah anyways I made her pierce my ear,how do I look? more majestic than uncle?" he had mocked shaking his hair slowly ,like a hair product advert,making you giggle.

"So you two are courting?" Thorin asked eyeing down his sisters youngest son,you both sat there not knowing what to say ,until you did. "w-what do you mean?" you had questioned the dwarven king. "he means Kili saw you practially naked ,and then you gave him a body modification,and then supplied him with the jewerly,all pretty intimate it seems." Bofur piped up,taking a drag from his pipe. You blushed ,looking at the salad infront of you ,picking up a piece of cucumber chewing it avoid the scene, "y/n ,may I speak with you ?"you had turned to  kili nodding grabbing another piece of cucumber as he took your hand helping you up,leading you to a hall with the sword that chopped saurons fingers off.

He stood infront of you his eyes filled with panic ,and nerves ,as he literally lunged foward cupping your cheeks pressing his lips to yours,before pulling away embarrassed."y/n,im sorry,but they are right,I want to court you." he paced around ,until you spoke "dont be sorry" he stopped turning to look at you shocked, "i want to court you" thats all it took for him to pull you into a passionate kiss,before pulling away when you had heard someone clearing their throat.

"finally,I having been trying to force this for weeks." fili poopped out smirking,and soon after bilbo "and me"

"how??" kili and questioned,holding you in an embrace. "well we would accidently trip you into each other or get you both on nightwatch together ,or-" "okay we get it thank you very much "

"god damnit dildo gaggins and the jensen ackles ,john travolta love child."

a/n lets pretend i didnt pierce my mid ear with a safety pin at 14 or give myself an umbrella stick and poke at 14 because of tom holland dancing to umbrella. dont do it ,dont risk your life doing something stuipid like i did. yeah thats what this is based off.

[youngmistressofchopchop]

I did it. Now I dont write, I draw so this is not gonna be so good. Its been through many revisions and I realized I spelt "Yuseke" as "Yueske the entire time so forgive me ill fix that next chapter. My Kuwabara x oc story:

It was finally cold again. Miyoko was overjoyed, she had never liked summer. Sure there was no school and she had more time with friends, but she couldn't stand the heat. She detested those sweaty nights, or how the bugs always bothered her, actually she didnt care for any part of summer.

Miyoko had dropped so many hints over the years and yet somehow, Kuwabara still had no clue. His air-headed-ness was cute, but it made things difficult for the shy girl Miyoko was. She just couldn't work up the nerve to say something, and when she did, something would always interrupt her. However, today she planned to change that! Miyoko got dressed up as cozy as she could, ready for what her and her friends had planned and with a gleam of excitement in her eyes, she headed out the door. 

 That was apart from going to see her crush, Kazuma Kuwabara's baseball games, he would play every summer. When they were younger, he played in an official team wearing his "Mötor Head" jersey and smoking every opposing team he played against. Miyoko never missed a single game! Every home run, every strike, and every fight that broke out because of a bad call, she was there. When they got older, she would be there to watch him play against his friends, still wearing that jersey. She was always supportive of him, she was madly in love with him, and had been for awhile.

"Urameshi!! Where do you think you're going?? I was talking to you!" Kuwabara's feet hit the sidewalk with force as he sprinted after Yueske, who had walked only a few feet, forcing Kuwabara to stop abruptly frantically trying to steady himself without falling. After regaining balance, Kuwabara grabed a fists full of his friend's jacket to pull him close aggressively. 

"D-Dont tell anyone! Or I'll break your mouth, so you cant tell anyone nothin' ever again!!" Kuwabara's face was as red as the setting sun. Unfazed, Yuseke stared at Kuwabara blankly for a short second before sighing and shrugging the big flustered fool off of him. 

"Listen man, I wont say anything. But this is getting really annoying. Ive told you before that you should just go through with it. Whats your problem with admitting to her anyways?" Yuseke looked to the helpless man and immediately regretted asking. Kuwabara looked off dramatically twords the orange and red sky. His shoulders slouched, slumping over, and fiddling with his hands. 

"I....Shes really pretty, ya know? And...Im well...ya know?" His voice trailed off, as if wanting reassurance he was being foolish. When there was no reply, Kuwabara peeked up with a quivering bottom lip. 

Yueske stood with his hands in his pocket saying nothing, only wearing a furrowed brow and tight lips. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. Causing Kuwabara to stand up straight and look at him even more embarrassed, and ready to punch him.

"I never thought I'd hear the great Kuwabara, warrior of love, admit to being ugly!!" Mocked Yueske. He bent over shaking his head and slapping his leg, resting his other elbow on his knee and laughing loudly. He straightened and wiped a fake tear from his eye. Kuwabara gasped in shock. 

"What?? Ugly??" Again Kuwabara grabbed at his friend, this time missing and falling. He quickly got up and held up a threatening fists. 

"Im not ugly!! Im just not a romantic type!!" He rubbed his fists on his chest. 

"I am a warrior of love, so I know how to treat a lady and how to talks to girls, I just....." He paused, his mouth moving like hes trying to remember how talking works. "She's different!!" He finaly blurted out. "She reads them girly romance books that Kurama likes!!" With a frustrated grunt, Kuwabara rubbed his neck nervously and spoke in a much more serious tone.

"Ive known her a real long time, and I cant tell her yet cuz I'm kinda worried she only thinks of me like how Shizuru thinks of me." Yueske picked up on the seriousness of the situation and scoffed trying to lighten things up again. 

"Well you are ugly, but I think she likes you anyway. Besides man, why asks me? You think I read them werid books?" Yueske pat Kuwabara awkwardly on the shoulder. 

"No way. I asked cuz you have a girlfriend!!" Kuwabara turned to look at Yueske who was moving his arm away. 

"So? Doesnt mean I know what im doing, just asks Keiko." The boys laugh, seeming to have calmed down a great deal. Before much more could be said, four familiar and approaching voices could be heard chatting playfully. 

"Oh dear, you didnt actually take me seriously did you, Miyoko?" Botan said in a teasing tone. 

"I did!! I'm gullible, you cant just tell me anything about spirit world.I will believe it!! Everytime!" The two girls laughed. 

"I've noticed," Interjected Kurama. "You have managed to retained alot of attributes from your childhood haven't you? I find that interesting." Kurama continud, wrapping an arm around Botan. 

"Alot of people say that...is that a bad thing? I'm not immature am I?" Miyoko felt nervous now. Maybe that was the why Kuwabara never seemed to return her feelings, perhaps she wasn't mature enough for a relationship.

Keiko quickly spouted, "No no! I don't think he meant it like that, I think it's cute!" Keiko put a reassuring arm around Miyoko and smiled a friendly smile. 

"Ofcourse! Its an admirable trait." Kurama said as Botan giggled. 

Botan wagged her finger and pointed it at Miyoko with a knowing smile "Im on to you! You shouldn't feel so insecure!" Botan pulled her arm back and used it to hug Kurama's arm. "Don't be so hard on yourself, I know you're simply nervous, so you're being extra critical of yourself, but you'll do fine!" Botan hummed encouragingly. "And, we all look fantastic!" Botan added as they all rounded the corner.

Keiko stopped dead in her tracks, and started tapping her foot. "Well, most of us are...Yueske! I thought I told you to dress up!!" Keiko pouted, walking over to her boyfriend's side. 

Yueske was the most casually dressed out of all of them. Just wearing his usual faded blue jeans, black converse shoes, plain yellow shirt and favorite green and yellow windbreaker jacket. He looked even more underdressed standing next to Keiko. She was wearing a lovely pale pink turtleneck, a plum purple suspender skirt reaching to her knees, long white socks, and loafers to match her skirt. Despite their contrasting attire, they somehow matched perfectly. 

Yueske wrapped his arm around Keiko's shoulder and smirked."Kuwabara isnt dressed up." He looked over to Kuwabara and nodded his way while jutting his thumb twords his friend. 

"What!! I am too!! This is the nicest thing I got!! Other than like...a tux or something!!" Kuwabara wore a blue Letterman jacket, a red sweater with dark blue jeans, and brown dress boots laced in black, he was indeed dressed up quite nicely. Miyoko blushed at the sight of his clothing, he cleaned up nicely as always. She couldn't help but smile at him, it was always a slight surprise to see him out of his school uniform. Kuwabara had a simular reaction to Miyoko's choice of clothing. She dawned a wine red A-line dress, knitted black leggins, and shin high beige lace up boots. She wasn't one to dress up like this, but she wanted to tonight, it was a special night after all. 

Trying to redirect the situation and prevent Yueske and Kuwabara from fighting, Botan chimed in. "Well, I never have to worry about Kurama when it comesto presentation! Unless ofcourse, he's overdressed and making me look a fool!" Kurama and Botan giggled to eachother looking the most put together, like they were the parents of the group. Tonight, everyone was going their part to help Miyoko's odds, evident by Botan, who was wearing something much different from her usual choice of clothing.

She modelled a white turtle neck dress, form fitting reaching just above her knees with a small slit on the right side, with sleeves that reached slightly past her palms, she wore her wedding ring, hoop earings, beige velvet tights, and blue slip on flats to top off the look. To match her, Kurama dressed just as nice. Wearing a white button up tucked neatly into his dark brown pants, red suspenders with red suede shoes laced in black, and a matching wool trench coat to top complete it all. Now everyone felt underdressed. 

"So what are we doing anyway?" Yueske asked scratching his cheek. Keiko shook her head "Are you serious? You've been waiting around this long, and you dont even know why??" Yueske simpled shrugged "I guess?" 

Botan sighed looking tired, Yueske was a handful for everyone. "Dont you remember, Yueske? I told you this morning! We're all having dinner!" 

Botan motioned to the brick building everyone was standing next to. "You've been standing right next to the restaurant! Where I told you we would be meeting up, seriously! You didn't connect the dots?" Botan tilted her head with a hopeless look. Yueske gritted his teeth and roughly pulled Keiko by her hip to his, talking through his teeth. "Whatever!!" He sighed and let go of Keiko fixed his hair flustered, he brought his fists down onto his palm talking loudly. "So now that we're all here, can we go?? Im starving and you guys took all damn evening to get here!"

Keiko lightly kicked his shoe pouting up at him. "Hush!! Its not our fault you dont listen, besides you didnt even try to dress nice! So I dont feel sorry for you." Yuseke quickly stepped aside and raised his voice a bit "Hey! Didnt ya hear me?? I didn't know what was going on!!" Keiko roughly poked her boyfriend's chest, "Again, not our problem! Listen and you wouldn't have to worry!!" 

Kurama was the first to put a stop to the bickering. He took a wide step twords the brick building and grabbed the glass doors handle, he opened the door and motioned for everyone fallow him inside.

So theres that. I'll write more soon. I hope its as fun to read as it was fun to write.

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part fourteen/

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: my few days of not writing really fucking helped me. Hope everyone enjoys it! Feedback is always loved and appreciated 🤘🏽

Warnings: Drug use, language

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December 4th, 1984

Vanity looked up at the twinkling Christmas lights of the beach house Vince had moved into a few months prior. Taking in the smell of the ocean, almost as much as she took in the smell of cigarettes and marijuana. She walked inside of the bass booming house as her friends forced her to come to the Crüe’s party, only getting off of work an hour ago.

Her heels clicked against the concrete as she walked up the front porch stairs and inside the house, a purplish tint slowly cascading over her body the further she got away from the door.

She greeted everyone who acknowledged her with a smile, “Hello ladies.” Tommy said popping out of the crowd, Tonya and Lucia said hello, “Where is Nikki?” Vanity asked him, having Tommy draw a smile on his face,

“Worry about him later girl, you and me are doing a beer chugging race.” Tommy told her while wrapping his arm around her shoulder, making her laugh, “You are such a sore looser.” Vanity told tommy which made him laugh and roll his eyes, “You won on a whim last time!!” He shouted and Vanity chuckled, shaking her head.

“I’m going to find Nikki.” She said and Tommy rolled his eyes, “Of course, go find your boyfriend.” Vanity gave him the middle finger, causing tommy to laugh.

Vanity walked through the crowd and saw Nikki on the couch bent over and snorting lines off the table, “Woo!” He yelled out while rubbing his nose, and licking the residue off the plastic wrap, getting every last speck of blow.

“Vanity!” Nikki finally noticed her, “Move Zutaut!” Nikki yelled, shoving his record label executives legs off the table, before strutting over to her, making her smile as he looked at her.

“Hey doll.” Nikki said while placing a kiss on her cheek, wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. “Come sit with me.” Nikki said in her ear over the loud music, while grabbing her hand and guiding her to the couch.

Nikki plopped down on the couch, while pulling Vanity down to sit, throwing his arm around her shoulder, “I missed you.” Nikki told her, while kissing the side of her head, “You’re extra affectionate tonight.” Vanity teased him while putting some distance between them, “and you saw me just a few days ago.” She added on making Nikki smile cheekily.

“I know, but you’ve been too busy at work for me to harass you into sleeping with me.” Nikki retorted with a sly smirk on his face.

Ever since Vanity returned home four months ago , Nikki has been one persistent son of a bitch. There’s never a moment when he’s not dragging her away from everyone while trying to seduce her. He keeps getting close but to his displeasure Vanity shuts him down or his idiot band mates keep interrupting, he’s having a difficult time accepting the answer no from her.

“Maybe I’m doing it on purpose, did you ever think of that?” Vanity replied, causing Nikki to raise his eyebrows, “Is that so? Every time we’re in the middle of it and I have you half naked on top of me, you are just practically begging for it.” Nikki said proudly, “Yeah whatever...stop being stingy with the blow and give it to me.” Vanity said while reaching for the silver dish she has become so accustomed too.

“Princess, I’ll give you whatever you want.” Nikki said while handing the plate to her, only to receive an eye roll from Vanity,

“God, can you two just fuck already and get it over with? It’s like two cats in heat.” Mick stated while looking at the both of them through his black shades,

Nikki laughed as Vanity snorted up the dust, choosing to ignore his comment.

“Hey look...” Nikki nudged Vanity’s arm while pointing across the room.

Vanity looked up and noticed Vince chatting up a big titted blonde, “watch this doll.” Nikki said, taking a swig out of a Jack Daniels bottle and then clearing his throat.

“Hey are you in the baaaaanddd?” Nikki said with a high pitched girly voice and rubbing his hands over his chest, resulting in Vanity to crack up in a fit of laughter, “What do you fucking think?” Mick chimed in, mocking Vince’s voice,

Nikki laughed at himself, smacking the table. “Have you met my wife Sharise? You wanna have a threesome?” Tom Zutaut butted in, causing the three of them too glance over, “Why would you say that? She’s fucking pregnant.” Vanity snapped at him, “That’s fucked up Zutaut.” Nikki said, his octaves back to normal, “She’s fucking pregnant man, don’t be a fucking dick.” Nikki warned him, a scared look flashing across Toms eyes,

“Ah! I’m just playing with you man, but seriously, don’t be rude.” Nikki playfully warned him, “Don’t be a dick Zutaut...don’t be a be a dick.” Mick added on before taking a swipe of vodka,

“Now, how about you and I go upstairs and take care of business.” Nikki whispered into Vanitys ear, “I just got here, I’m not even drunk yet.” Vanity replied, stealing Nikki’s bottle of JD and taking a sip, “So you’re telling me you’ll fuck me only if your drunk?” Nikki questioned her, and in return Vanity gave him a smile.

Vanitys attention got diverted when Razzle walked up and sat next to her, “How are ya, love! Haven’t seen you in a while.” Razzle said full of enthusiasm, “I’ve been working, some of us need to have real jobs.” Vanity replied, “Uh, you have a fuck ton of money, Van. You don’t need a real job either.” Nikki butted in, “So? I get bored sitting around in my multi million dollar mansion, with my countless butlers.” Vanity joked, “And dont forget eating all the caviar in the world on your twenty four karat gold plates.” Nikki added on, only for Vanity to laugh,

“Love, when are you gonna stop hanging around this joke and come be with a real man.” Razzle said to Vanity, while grabbing her hand and kissing it.

Nikki knew he was joking but still took offense to it. “Fuck off Razz.” Nikki growled at him, “Show me a good time and maybe I’ll accept your invitation.” Vanity teased Razz, trailed her fingers down her chest before resting on his belt buckle, “Ya know, I’ve never been with a British guy....” Vanity paused,taking another look at Razz, “Maybe you could be the first.” Vanity trailed her fingers back up his chest, while grabbing the side of his face and making him look at her,

Nikki quickly got up, shoving Toms legs out of the way yet again and storming outside.

“I think you may have ruffled his feathers, love.” Razz said with a cheeky smile, causing Vanity to chuckle, “Hey Razz! You coming man!!” Vince yelled for him, “Twice today already!” Razz quickly looked at Vanity, “Maybe three times after I come back.” Razz said while putting his finger under Vanitys chin, making her look up at him, before kissing her cheek. “Let’s go man!” Razz said while getting up and walking over to Vince before leaving.

Vanity sighed, “You sure know how to drive him mad.” Mick said, making Vanity scoot over to the older gentleman,

“Oh common, I was just playing.” Vanity expressed while rolling her eyes, “He has no right to get upset when I talk to a guy Mick, especially when they’re my friend.” Vanity was quick to defend herself.

Mick took a sip of his vodka, “Maybe so, but anyone that knows him and knows you, also knows that you are his, wether or not you like to admit it.” Mick wisely spoke, causing vanity to scoff. “I am nobody’s, and I’m definitely not Nikki’s.” Vanity defensively crossed her arms and leaned back into the couch,

“Sweetheart, everyone knows that you are Nikki’s girl, even if there isn’t a label or grounds for a relationship.” Mick explained, making vanity roll her eyes, reminding her of how her dad use to talk to her.

“I don’t even want a relationship with him.” Vanity stated while evening out another line of blow on the glass table. Mick reached across and grabbed the straw from her, “Hey! Give it back Mick!” Vanity shouted at him, “Vanity, now we both know you’re lying when you say that. I may be quiet, and I don’t say a lot but I’ve watched this all transpire. Never in my years of knowing Nikki have I seen him act like this when he’s around you, and you? You just act cold.” Mick explained, as Vanity snatched the straw back out of his grasp.

Vanity snorted up the lines, rubbing her nose and looking back at him, “I’m not cold.” She replied, again snorting up another line, “I know that, you’re such a sweet heart, full of sunshine and shit like that. But what I don’t know is why you act like you don’t want him.” Mick continued to psycho-analyze Vanity,

“Mick just fucking drop it, it’s none of your business.” Vanity snapped at him, while standing up, “Move!!” She yelled at Tom, startling him out of his sluggish drunk state.

She went to cool off on the balcony when she saw Nikki chatting up some blonde.

‘Ha! Go figure.’ She thought to herself, while walking out onto the balcony, and slowly walking up to them.

The blonde acknowledged Vanity by giving her a glare, “Go away.” Vanity told the blonde bimbo who was clearly sticking out her chest to make herself more appealing, “Van, let’s play nice...we can all share.” Nikki responded to Vanitys jealously, causing a smirk to form on his lips,

“I said, go away and I’m not gonna tell you again.” Vanity warned her and she finally left.

“Why’d you leave like that?” Vanity question him, but he brought a cigarette up to his lips and lit it.

“Nikki, I’m talking to you.” Vanity said, grabbing his arm and making him face her, “Oh so now you want to talk? Thought you would be preoccupied flirting with everyone else as usual.” Nikki spat his frustration out at her while taking a drag of the cigarette.

“What’s gotten into you? Why are you acting like that?” Vanity questioned him, taking the cigarette out of his fingers and taking a hit, “It’s nothing doll, don’t worry about it.” Nikki spoke softly, taking back his cigarette all while avoiding her glazed over eyes.

“Well obviously somethings wrong.” Vanity mumbled while leaning her head on Nikki’s shoulder, or at least tried to before he moved away from her touch,

“Why are you always flirting with everyone? If it ain’t me it’s T-bone, or Vince or Raz, or just about any other guy I introduce you too, you just jump from one guy to the next.” Nikki angrily replied, finally meeting her line of sight. Vanitys mouth gaped open, surprised that Nikki would even say that to her.

“I do not flirt with everyone. And I for damn sure don’t flirt with Tommy or Vince.” Vanity defended herself.

‘What is with everyone jumping down my damn throat tonight?’ Were her inner thoughts.

“Oh fucking stop it Van, you do it with fucking every guy that gives you attention, you might as well just take off your fucking clothes and suck them off.” Nikki stated, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Don’t be a fucking jerk to me. I haven’t done anything wrong.” Vanity said, lightly shoving the side of his arm,

‘God, What is it with her and shoving me?’ Nikki clenched his jaw and looked away from her.

“It’s called being nice, maybe you should try it for once in your life, fuck this I’m going back inside.” Vanity rolled her eyes and turned on her heels starting to approach the door, but Nikki’s warm hand grabbed her wrist to stop her,

“Y’know I really fucking hate it when you walk away from me.” Nikki says while looking down at her short frame, his eyes quickly glancing to her tits that were about to fall out of her tube top at any given time.

Vanity pushed into Nikki’s chest, letting a small huff escape her lips. “Y’know, i really hate when you say mean things that make me walk away from you. “ She says, rolling her eyes after.

“Well maybe if you didn’t act dumb, I wouldn’t have to say mean things.” Nikki slyly says while snaking his arms around her, pulling her close to him again.

“Well maybe if you didn’t play hard to get, I wouldn’t have to act dumb. “ She says while looking up at him, raising an eyebrow.

Nikki let out a boisterous laugh, “Me playing hard to get!” He pauses and laughs some more, “Princess that’s all you, I’ve been trying since you got back.”

Vanity shrugs, shaking her head. “Obviously not hard enough. “

Nikki’s arms dropped from around her waist, growing frustrated, “Not trying hard enough? Vanity, I’ve been trying to get in between those legs since you got back but you won’t give it up.” A smile grew on Vanity’s face, “I’m only fucking with you, babe.” Nikki’s eyes lit up when she called him that.

“I don’t like to be teased, Vanity.” His voice low as he grabs her by the wrist and leads her into the house Vanity smiled softly, biting her lip as she followed Nikki through the house.

“Hey man! Where you going! Van, come take a line with me!” Tommy says while stepping in front of Nikki

Smiling at Tommy, Vanity nodded only to get a glare from Nikki, “We’re busy T-bone.” Nikki told his band mate. A smirk playing on her lips, “I could go for a line, how bout you Nikki?”

Vanity pulled away from Nikki’s grasp, “Vanity.” He says her name sternly, “Hold on babe.” Tommy looks at both of them confused as to why Vanity would be calling him that.

Knowing it’d piss Nikki off, Vanity grabbed Tommy’s hand, pulling him towards the party. Looking back at Nikki, she gives him a small smirk and turns back around.

Nikki didn’t let her get far as he quickly wrapped his hand around her upper arm and dragged her away from him, “Bye tommy.” Vanity laughs, as she’s starting to feel the affects of the cocaine as Nikki leads her away from the crowd and takes her up the stairs.

Tommy plops down next to Mick, “I think they’re gonna fuck.” Mick tilts his glasses down and watches them go up the stairs while disappearing around the corner, “Bout god damn time.”

[bloodandfire-kennyhickeyfanfic]

Chapter 11 - I Want My MTV

Seattle Washington, September 3 1994

"...Alright, it's nice to see you again, I had no idea you were working with Pantera and Type O Negative," Vanessa Warwick smiles sweetly shaking my hand as Peter and Kenny grab a seat on the edge of the large fountain that stood in the center of the Seattle center with the Arena far off on the other side.

"I had no idea you even remembered me," I say.

"Oh, of course... I remember catching you and Chris on the GNR tour, what was that a couple of years ago now?" She says in her British accent.

"Um, yea about that long I think," I say shyly. I remember that encounter too. Chris and I making out in front of one of the trailers and Kim walking up with Vanessa, catching us right in the moment like we were a couple of teenagers. At least this time I wasn't in the middle of anything at all thank god.

Vanessa and I chat for a few more moments and I go over the plan with her for the interview with Kenny and Peter than show her where Dime and Phil were, since they are the only two that are able to do the interview (Rex and Phil are working on sound check for tonight) and offered to lead her there if she needs to find the trailer. She then heads over and greets Kenny and Peter while I check off a few things in my planner and I feel Kenny glance over at me for a moment while he takes a drag of his cigarette. I glance back over at him and he gives me such a sly sexy smirk that makes my insides flutter and I can't help but flirt right back with him knowing exactly what took place just a short while ago.

*****

"Alright well we just wanted to ask you, how are things going on tour? I heard you had a few new people on the road with you and you're opening for Pantera?" Vanessa asks as she points the mic towards Peter.

"Yep, well we are making the record company lots of money, they are very happy, we of course do have a few new crew members that are a slow to get used to us but that's ok, we like that," Peter says flatly.

"Alright, you're a bit cynical here but how do you think it's going compared to Europe? You were doing really really well in Europe," Vanessa chuckles.

"Well after touring 5 or 6 times here in the states, of course things are going well, 'cause each time we went out we went out with a different band each time. This is the first one where we're on the road with one band for a longer amount of time so it's been even better. A lot more stability I guess,"

"Now is type o negative actually a band that can write on the road? Or... really how much have you writen for your next album?" Vanessa asks pointing the mic back to Peter.

"I believe I have enough songs writen for like, 5 albums probably,"

"Wow, really?""Yea, so we'll probably just pick the strongest material," Peter says.

"And most of that was written on the road?"

"Some of it was yea, some was written like a long time ago and I just druged them up you know, and even sometimes I steal songs from the opening bands, and you know, we just rip 'em off like that, " Peter says in an extremely sarcastic tone as Vanessa laughs.

"So how was Dynamo'94 Kenny? I think that was the last time I saw you?" She asks.

"Uh that was very... uh.. confusing... um chaotic... unsanitary but I survived," Kenny says maintaining a bit of the sarcasm that Peter gave which makes me laugh.

"Alright well I'd say that about sums that up... ok we'll be back in a moment but right now we're going to show you a bit of type o negative live from Dynamo '94 here is 'Christian Woman' Vanessa smiles. After a few moments of random chatting between Vanessa and Peter and Kenny just staying quiet but glancing at me every once and a while and flirting, they come back from the live performance footage and continue with the interview.

"So we've got a few more moments to talk to type o negative before we catch up with Pantera who are the headliners tonight right here in Seattle at the Seattle Center and Peter I have to say that the Type O Negative today is quite different from when you first recorded and released 'Bloody Kisses' becasue you've got a new drummer Johnny...so I was wondering just how much is he going to be involved with new material and how it's going to change because of his input?"

"It is not going to change at all you know, because I write the songs... I request the members of the band play certain things and if they want to put their own two cents in , that's fine, so long as it doesn't stray from the basic idea I had in mind so it should sound a lot like 'Bloody Kisses' but uh, unless Johnny starts drinking like a lot of those health drinks you know, I really dont' think it's gonna change too much, " Peter responds sarcastically at first then adding in a bit of humor like he always does while Vanessa laughs.

"But what I was saying is that because he's more apart of the live environment and because of the touring has it become a much more closer unit type thing?" Vanessa turns to Kenny.

"Closer? Uh, as close as 4 people can be that have lived in a box for a year together,"

"That's pretty close," Vanessa chuckles.

"Pretty close," Kenny smirks at the camera

"Alright.. well thank you guys so much for hanging out with me for a few moments,"

"You're welcome sweetie" Peter says sweetly and Vanessa turns to the camera.

"Alright we're going to take a short break with some more live footage of Type O Negative from Dynamo '94 and we'll be back with the one and only Pantera... Stay tuned," Vanessa ends the interview and Peter reaches up and plays with her hoop earing, attempting to flirt which made me giggle. Peter can be so cute sometimes.

Once Vanessa thanks them again, she turns with her camera guy and heads over to the equipment trailers where Dime and Phil were to do the interview with them.

*****

"We are back and right now I have 'Dimebag' Darrel Abbot and Phil Anselmo of Pantera with me and I just wanted to say how amazing it is to see you guys again,"

"Thank you," Phil says sweetly.

"Now, I heard you guys were on tour with Megadeth last year, and you played a big show which went over really well..." Vanessa asks pointing the mic to Phil.

"Yea we uh you know, had some bad blood in the past but uh, we played the show together and mellowed things out and you know, just made up so to speak and uh... yea everything all smooth and cool," Phil smiles

"So with your last album, Vulgar Display Of Power, it was much heavier than Cowboys From Hell so for this one, um, Far Beyond Driven... it's much more aggressive sounding... were you wanting to maintain the same approach as the previous album?" Vanessa asks and point the mic to Dime.

"Um, well we just did it like we do it live, pretty much kept it going with how we do everything, stick to just being ourselves and whatever comes out, you know... " Dime says.

"Cool, ok um... a question for you Phil... the lyrics on this album are much more so filled with anger and frustration much like Vulgar but even more so, do you find that seems to gain more attention that way? Like it's the best way to express yourself?" Vanessa points the mic to Phil.

"Well... uh... yea I guess, see people always focus on my lyrics for how fueled with anger they are and yea I do feel that way sometimes but not all the time. I find that this is the best way to express myself and my feelings when I do feel angered or frustrated, it's therapy you know, and if others feel the same way, it can be therapy for them as well. But there's always something positive at the end of each song you know... well positive to me anyways,"

"Alright, now you guys describe your sound as power groove, how have you carried that on in Far Beyond Driven?" Vannessa asks.

"Um, well, we write song that move people you know, instead of going a hundred million miles and hour we just uh, write song that will move ya, and make you wanna dance man... no I'm not talking about - for those of you that don't know - ballroom dancing and shit, we're talking about dancing and uh.. you punks out there know what I'm talking about - Anyway it's like... writing songs that we feel you know - "

'Its like not trying, it's just letting it happen," Dime finishes what phil was trying to get across as Vanessa giggles.

"Alright, thank you Dime and Phil for hanging out with me for a few moments," Vanessa smiles sweetly.

"No problem sweetie," Phil says sweetly.

"Alright so right now, we're going to show you a few live clips of Pantera from the Monsters of Rock tour and we'll be back in just a bit," Vanessa says as she turns back to the camera and the camera guy cuts the interview.

"Thank you, guys... we'll see you a little later," Vanessa turns back to Phil and Dime and shakes their hands as they wish her well. She then turns to me and thanks me though she really didn't need to. I thank her as well and make sure she doesn't need anything else from me which she says she's completely fine making it out of the Seattle Center on her own. After a few more moments of chatting with her she says goodbye and walks away with her camera guy.

"Hey Andi... do we have anything else we need to do today?" Phil asks me as he steps over to me to look over my shoulder while I check more things off in my planner.

"Um... just looks like sound check and then pretty much nothing until the show tonight. You guys are on at 10:00pm and Type O's opening  between 8 and 8:15pm," I say as I read through the schedule.

"Dude, what time is it?" Phil calls over to Dime as Dime stands in the doorway of their tour bus taking a sip of his can of beer.

"6:00" Dime calls back and takes another sip.

"Fuckin' right on, ok, I need a fuckin' beer man," Phil says excitedly and walks away from me as I glance up and giggle at his reaction.

"KENNNYYY!!!!!" Dime calls and I turn to see Kenny walking up towards us, puffing away on a cigarette with his gorgeous dark curls swaying with each movement and Johnny following not far behind. I swear every time I see him, my heart starts to flutter and I love it every time it does.

"Hey baby," Kenny says sweetly to me and places a kiss on my forehead as I close my planner.

"Awe... the two love birds... look at you two... so cute," Phil says as he steps down off the bus with a beer in hand.

"Shut up," I giggle and they all laugh. I don't know why they insist on teasing me all the time but whatever.

"You still need to head home to pick up a few things?" Kenny asks taking a drag of his cigarette.

"I do but it's alright, I can just grab some things tomorrow since you guys have the day off," I say.

"We have a day off?" Kenny asks. Apparently he had no idea.

"Yep. Then you have a show in Portland at the Coliseum on Saturday," I say trying to remember, then opening my planner quickly for a moment to check.

"Yep the Coliseum on Saturday," I re-iterate more to myself than to Kenny as he chuckles.

"What?" I giggle, closing my planner back up and flipping my curls out of my face as I look up at him, not sure why he was laughing at me.

"You are just so adorable when you're all organized and shit," He says and exhales a cloud of smoke and presses his lips to my temple.

"Ok fuckers! Lets Drink!!" Phil exclaims and we all laugh as I head up on the bus with Kenny to get our much needed drink on.

[jichew]

kim seunghun♡soulmate!au

a/n: this took….WAY TOO LONG to finish. I apologize if this au is not as cohesive bc I did write it over the span of a few weeks lol. Thank you all for waiting so patiently and feel free to leave any requests as I will be free to write this weekend!!! mwah♡

so,, in this alternate universe exists the soulmate tattoo

yes, i know so creative ;w;

essentially, you are born with the name of your soulmate tattooed somewhere on your body

and you have the absolute pleasure of having the name kim seunghun tattooed in cursive across the expanse of your right hip

spicy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

anyway,,, you’re kind of asjsdjkSAD

bc seunghun is such a common name??? and you’ve met so many seunghuns???

but NONE of them are your soulmate :((((

you would know,, considering u basically ripped a guys shirt off when he told u that yes, his name was kim seunghun but no, he did not have ur name on his hip

uhh but that’s a story for another day :,)

anyway,,, ur kinda bummed??

and it’s gotten to the point where you’ve almost lost all hope of finding him

。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

but anyway ,, life goes on I guess

SO

you’re yedam’s older sister by about 3 years

( sorry forgot to mention that important detail )

you both go to the same high school!!!

ur a senior and he’s a FRESHIE

obviously,,, hes a BABY（≧∇≦）

so ur super protective of him

and when you find out he’s been hanging out with some ,, QUESTIONABLE individuals at school

mom mode: activated

“dammie who r these kids”

“MOM, we’re part of dance club together!! they’re super nice i promise”

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

u just want your baby to stay safe u know??

so when he asks to invite his friends over to practice

you’re like ( ˘ω˘ )

yedam: (◞‸◟)

you: (　˙-˙　)

sad yedam is a big fat NO in this household

so you have no choice but to agree

and as his unofficial mom, you decide to greet his friends !

“hi, i’m y/n! bang y/n!” ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

and like ,,,, you lowkey feel bad thinking his friends were bad bc most of the guys are pretty chill

like this byounggon kid??

the epitome of looks like he wants to kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll ( ^ω^ )

but when you get to the last dude ,,,

he just kinda ~looks~ at you

and ur not gonna lie … he’s HOT

like he’s only wearing a hoodie ,, but he has silver hoops lined along his ears,, and his hair just messily grazes across his forehead

you internally: *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･’(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)‘･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

uhhhh but also he’s staring u down like he wants to kill u

“i’m hun” he introduces himself coldly

(._.)

he still cute tho

so,,, it’s been a while and yedam has continued to bring his friends over to practice

and you’ve come to grow fond of the boys!!!

esp byounggon :,)))

you guys just click???

except,,,, there’s still a certain blonde haired boy who just doesn’t seem to like u???

like u were walking to ur class the other morning

and you just HAPPENED to see him

so u were like,,, hm let me be a nice person today(＾ｰ^)

so you run up to him and grab his shoulder

“hun!!! what’s up my guy!!” ( ＾∀＾)

honestly,, you went in to this thinking that the only thing hun would do is say hi back???

you: WRONG

he kind of freezes for a second

and you’re like???? u ok bud

he slowly turns around

and his eyes,,, literally pierce into yours

he gingerly takes your hand from its grip on your shoulder, letting it limply fall at your side

and then he slowly walks towards you until your back is pressed against the white brick wall of the hallway, his hands caging you in on either side of your head

slowly, he inches his face towards yours

“stop faking nice to me, we are not and will never be friends”

you internally: hnnngg why does he smell so nice???? is that bath and body works? since when did men shop at bath and body works??(΄◉◞౪◟◉｀)

you externally: HMPH how DARE U invade my personal bubble young man i won’t hesitate to FIGHT(● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭

and then he walks off

“FUCK YOU TOO HUN!!! I BET THAT’S NOT EVEN YOUR REAL NAME!! I HOPE U THINK ABOUT WHAT U DID WHEN U GO BACK HOME YOUNG MAN” ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

you are a BIG MAD

like??? who does this kid think he is???

you dont really bother talking to him much after that :///

but also ,, you hate yourself bc you’re still so ATTRACTED to him??? and u don’t even know why??? like bad personalities are such a turn off why ,,???

hmph

ANYWAY

so it’s a saturday night ,,

u know what that means…

party @ byounggon’s place ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

bc what’s a bullet point au w out a party am i right???

basically, gon’s parents were on vacation for the weekend, so he took the chance to have the party of the year

and after the stress of exam season, you’re ready to get SMACKED

lmao i do not support underage drinking kids!

uhhh anyway

this is your first party in a ,, while

so you dress yourself up in a red mini dress and some platform heels and strut your hot ass to gon’s house ;)

by the time you walked up to the house,, it was a full fledged RAGER 😤

so like one second,,, you’re just chilling, shaking your hips to some britney spears

and the next thing you know!! you’re downing your fifth shot of the night

“GON I THIBJK IM GONNA THROW UP”

gon: Σ('◉⌓◉’)

the next thing u know you’re in the bathroom bent over the toilet

(;´д｀)

thankfully,,, you don’t puke

but you do drink atleast five bottles of water and take a power nap on gon’s shoulder

anyway ,,, by the the time you’ve slightly sobered up, you realize your head kinda hurts and the party is still going strong but u promised gon you’d stay to clean up soooo

you end up going upstairs to NAP (ᵔᴥᵔ)

but when you open the door to the guest room at the end of the hall,,,

you just HAPPEN to see hun already there on the bed scrolling through his phone

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

this man rlly just knows how to push ur buttons huh

if you weren’t so tired maybe you would’ve taken the time to appreciate the way his leather jacket complimented his broad shoulders

like not 2 be rude but this bich looked hella good

but also ur tired :///

“what are YOU doing here”

hun finally looks up and notices you standing in the doorway

and he doesn’t say anything for a while

just kinda stares at you

and it takes you a while to realize that he’s lowkey checking you out

you wouldn’t admit it, but the way his eyes glazed over your form made a pit form in your stomach

finally he locks eyes with yours

“what do you mean what am I doing here, what are YOU doing here?”

he smirks and gets off the bed to step closer to you

“i WANTED to take a NAP but you just HAD to take the only room that doesn’t have people FUCKING” (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

“well it’s not my fault you can’t handle your alcohol”

this BITCH

“can you PLEASE just leave”

“no”

you let out a sigh of frustration and square your hands on your hips

“why do you hate me so much”

“i never said i hated you”

“well the way you act sure makes it seem like you do” you huff

hun cocks his head a little and steps closer to you

suddenly, it seems like the idea of personal space is almost nonexistant

you look up at him

and u notice the way his hooded eyes rest on your lips

and how the air around you both has suddenly gotten heavier

and you feel your body heating up

and you realize that maybe,,, you’re not so tired anymore

“well how about i prove to you that i don’t”

hun’s voice has reached a whisper, his lips only centimeters from yours

and suddenly he’s kissing you

and you’re kissing back

perhaps it’s because you’re not completely sober that you don’t notice the way his touch burns your hip

and if you do, you ignore it

the softness of his lips against yours almost makes you feel drunk again

and the next thing you know, he’s taking off your shirt, hands finding their way to the curve of your waist

as your lips make their way down his neck, you allow yourself to do the same to him

( you wish you didn’t do that )

because as you push his shirtless body against the bed, you can’t help but notice the cursive scrawl lining his right hip

and in that moment, it feels as if you’ve never been more sober in your life

you’re frozen, eyes resting on his hip

and maybe hun, or should we now say seunghun, is not as sober as he seems, considering it takes him a while to track down the path of your eyes

and when he finally does, his heart drops in his chest

he reaches out to grasp some part, any part, of you

but you flinch away

“y/n…. this isn’t what you think it is”

his eyes are pleading you to stay and listen to him

you let out a harsh laugh

“no, no this is EXACTLY what i think it is”

“y/n please don’t -“

and suddenly you’re untangling yourself from the bed sheets, haphazardly throwing your shirt on and slamming the door behind you  

and in that moment you realize that maybe soulmates aren’t as perfect as the world makes them out to be

so the rest of the weekend is spent in your bed,,, wrapped up in ur sheets like a burrito

you don’t really cry much

you’re just ,,, confused

having the idea that your soulmate knew you were his soulmate but never told you, and better yet, acts like he hates you??

(◞‸◟)

yedam: y/n, why have u been laying in bed all day (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

you: ;w;

and as much as dammie wants to talk to you, he has more emotional intelligence than most guys his age (or guys in general tbh)

so he pats your back, makes two bags of popcorn, puts kimi no na wa on his laptop and gets under the covers beside you

it isn’t until the end of the movie when the last of your tears have dried on your face that you look up at him with puffy eyes

“dammie, i found my soulmate”

yedam: Σ('◉⌓◉’)

“it’s not that big of a deal… i don’t think he  wants me anyway”

by the time you reach the end of the sentence, your voice falls into a whisper

perhaps you would like to believe seunghun wanted you

but some things don’t turn out the way we believe

“why would u say that” yedam looks down at you, brows furrowed in worry

“uhh, i mean -“

“WAIT … who even is your soulmate??”

you:👀🍵

“it’s … hun”

“W H A T”

and that, my friends, is how yedam realized u can’t trust people in this world :/

so it’s monday

and as you brush your teeth, you can’t help but feel uneasy knowing that you could possibly see seunghun today

thankfully you don’t

but when it’s finally nighttime and you’re making your way under your covers ,,,

unknown: y/n, open your window

unknown: i’m outside and it’s cold

unknown: this is seunghun btw…

you on the outside: what the FUCK

you on the inside: i’m literally wearing basketball shorts how am i supposed to see my soulmate like this (O_O)

and when you pull back your curtains and open your window, you are met with none other than kim seunghun barreling into your room

“how long were you out there??” (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

“uhhh maybe an hour or so” m(._.)m

and perhaps it’s the motherly side of you that decides to pull his face down and cup his cheeks in your hands in an attempt to warm him up

and you don’t really notice how close you’ve gotten to him until you look down and realize his lips are only centimeters from yours

but when seunghun’s lips form into a little smirk at your obviously flustered state, you quickly retract your hands

“i’m sorry…”

you don’t really make a move to respond to seunghun, choosing to stare at the floor instead

“I know what i did was stupid … and i should have told you from the start… but i’ve had bad experiences in the past with soulmates and i didn’t know if -“

“that doesn’t matter, you should have just told me that you didn’t want me in the first place instead of making me feel this way”

you’re a bit pissed off now

that this dude thinks he has the right to act like that and then barge into your room??

but when you take the time to look up at him

his eyes have softened

and he moves a step closer to you

“i do want you though”

… “ w h a t “

“then why have you acted so rude to me?? when you obviously knew i was your soulmate from the start, why did you hide it??”

now seunghun is the one looking down at his hands

and he looks so defeated, before he opens his mouth

“i’m scared”

you look up at him, but he’s still looking down at his hands

“my dad rejected my mom when he found out they were soulmates. i don’t think … he wanted to deal with the commitment of having a soulmate. he thought they were stupid. so he rejected her and he went off to do whatever the hell he’s doing right now. he went off and he abandoned my mom with two year old me and we haven’t heard from him since.”

a single tear drops from his eyes

and you move a step closer and wrap your arms around him

he’s frozen for a second but he hugs you back

and you both stay there for a while, you rubbing his back in an attempt to calm him down

“i won’t ever leave you seunghun”

he pulls back

and despite his red-rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks, he cups your face with his cold finger tips and kisses you

and you kiss him back

[tiava143]

Baby Boy

Chapter II (Highkey long)

Chapter 1

“So what you tryna do while mommy’s at work pop?” Erik said looking over at his son.

“Can we go to the park and hoop with CJ and cousin Cameron please?” Sage said. He enjoyed being around his cousin CJ since he was close to his age. CJ was Cameron’s oldest son, they had their kids around the same time so they are always around each other.

“Lemme see where they at.” Erik said dialing Cam’s number.

Erik shook his head chuckling, thinking about his crazy ass cousin Cameron.They were known as the Demon Twins when were together.(Let Solana and Terry tell it) Cameron is the loud outgoing smooth talker, while Erik was seen but not heard as much. But don’t think for one second they would let something happen to one another. People know not to test Erik but anyone that tries Cameron better move out of the country. They went to juvie together, hit their licks together. Shit they even had their kids together. They were thick as thieves, since they were youngins if you seen one you seen the other. Even though they were cousins ,they were brothers to outsiders.

“If you aint talkin’ money, ion wanna talk its Big Cam the p, what it be?” Cameron yelled in the phone.

“Get yo’ dusty ass up nigga. Ima come scoop you and jr we finna’ hit the park.” Erik laughed as he turned onto his block.

“Fuck you nigga that aint what ya’ baby mama said when i was in ha’ chest last night.” Cameron laughed. “Nigga dont shot, playin’ with my best friend name.” Erik heard his girlfriend Terry say over the phone. “Im just playin’ ma. But ight fool, gimme 10.”

“Hurry yo lanky ass up, we burnin’ daylight.”  Erik said hanging up and pulling in front of his cousin’s house. Sage got out the car and ran to the door and CJ answered the door to let them in.

“What’s the deal lil cuzzo?” Erik said walking into the house dapping him then sat on the couch. Sage and CJ ran into his room  to play video games. Terry came out the room and hugged Erik.

“Hey E. Why you up so early ?” She said walking into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast.

“Wassup squirt, I had to drop yo’ crazy ass best friend off at work. You know she stay on my ass about everything.” He said chuckling.

“Well if you just did what the fuck we ask then we wouldn’t be sweatin’ you all the time. Y'all just don’t fuckin’ listen. Just like ya hard headed cousin.” Terry said rolling her eyes and mixing the pancake batter.

“TJ I do listen to her, everytime some shit happens at her job I’m the listening to her rant all fuckin’ night about it.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m not talking about just that one time E. I mean listen like understand the shit we say and take it into consideration, not just listen as the words go through one ear and out the fucking other. We wanna feel like were valued. Not just a damn object yall fuck on. You wanna degrade and manipulate bitches you better go get Becky with the good hair, because us black queens aint finna deal with it.Periodt.” She ranted while pouring the batter on the skillet.

“Aw shit you done got her ass started.Every time you come over here she starts” Cameron said walking into the living room holding his 9 month on daughter Chanel. He daps Erik and hands Chanel to him then walks in the kitchen. Erik rocks her to sleep then lays her in her crib.

“Don’t even try and front with E. You know damn well i’ll fuck you up myself. Try that shit if you want to.” Terry Said mean-mugging him. Cameron wrapped his arms around her waist and placed soft kisses on her cheek.

“And you know Big Daddy don’t play that shit so I dare you to try me.” He said lowly into her ear then sucks on her earlobe. Erik groans watching then stands up.

“Man c'mon you bullshittin’ she gon’ be here when you come back. Gremlins let’s go or you gon’ get left.” He said walking out the door. The boys ran out the door and hopped in the car.

“I’ll save y'all some food for when y'all get back I know you gon be all grumpy when E whoops ya ass at the court.” Terry said walking Cam out the door laughing. Erik started laughing then hugged Terry.

“That’s a damn shame even yo’ girl know ima whoop yo ass Cam.” He said walking to the car and gets in. Cameron mugged her as he walked towards the car shaking his head.“You disloyal heffa. You suppose to be my number one supporter.” Cam said getting in the car and rolling the window up. Terry laughed as she went back in the house. Erik proceeded to drive off.

“Nigga how you let ya girl punk you like that?” Erik said looking at the songs on his phone to play.

“Fuck you, she only do it around you and Lana. Yall be gettin’ her started on them fuckin’ "I’m independent, fuck all these niggas,i don’t need a nigga for shit” rants. Like fuck…she’ll never be quiet.“ Cam said scrolling on insta. Erik chuckled looking over at him."Remind you of somebody? You like a tape recorder. You just keep going on and on and on. It’s a reason why you still with her. Am i wrong ?” He said pulling into the parking lot of the park.

“Im telling mommy you’re talking about her again. Daddy remember what she said the last time.” CJ said from the backseat looking at his dad.

Erik looked back  at him and started laughing. “What she say CJ?”

“She said ‘Keep that saamee energy.’ ” He said rolling his neck how Terry does it. Erik was rolling when he got out the car and ran. Cameron stayed quiet the whole time as the whole conversation went on. He knew if he said something else his son would snitch on him. He glared at Erik as he walked towards the courts with the boys.

“You done nigga?” Cam said annoyed.

Erik whipped a tear from his eye and took a breath. “Yeah I’m done. I aint know she was doin’ my boy like thaaat.” Cameron shook his head and started bouncing the basketball.

“Look CJ if i can teach you one good thing in this world it’s when you’re around the fellas you keep what’s said to yourself. Don’t go reporting shit to ya mama and what not. That’s guy code man. Trust me.” Cameron said shooting the ball into the hoop.

“Yeah….no matter how scared ya daddy is of a girl that’s 5'2.” Erik said laughing and grabbing the ball and bouncing it to Sage. Cameron shook his head.

Solana’s Pov

I’m so sick of this job. Well not necessarily, it is my dream job to be a fashion designer. Some of my female co-workers here are so jealous, like don’t get mad at me for doing what Jordan wants. He asks and I deliver.Here we are in another meeting so he can tell us what’s to come with the next client.

“Alright everyone great job pulling through with last week’s client Jynesse. A special thanks to Solana, she delivered the most outstanding design for Jyneese and as a plus the outfit was on the cover of Essence magazine. Keep up the great work.” Jordan said clapping as well as everyone else except Amber. This bitch is a fucking hater i swear. Amber’s been working for Jordan for about 5 years and she was his top designer. Well until i showed up, not to toot my own horn but beep beep. I’ve been here for the past 2 years now and clients have grabbed my designs back to back and now she’s mad. Amber has tried so hard to sabotage my designs but it turns around and bites her in the ass every time. One time i had to convince Jordan not to fire her stank ass but she doesn’t know it. She tries so hard to be in my position it’s exhausting. Like bitch get a life. And she better not think for one second that i didn’t catch her dusty ass making googly eyes with Erik’s dumb ass. If she keeps disrespecting me i might have to show her why i got this AK-47 tatted on my leg.

“Now for this week’s project our client Mrs. Keyshia Ka’oir wants a piece for her birthday party coming up in a few weeks. It seems that her and her Husband want to be matching somehow. She wants a dress that’s extra as possible in her words.Oh, and she wants it to be red all over.Rough sketches are due tomorrow and all projects are due next Friday so get to it everyone, she will be here to hand pick which style she wants so it better be extravagant.Good luck.” Jordan said

“Greaaatt, more stress.” I said mumbling as i stand up and started walking towards my office. As i was walking through the door i see her looking at me up and down from her door. Yes our offices are across from each other. A great fucking coincidence right? I turned around and faced her leaning against my door frame.

“Do you have problem? You’ve been looking at me all day with a stank face so what is your issue?” I said glaring back at her as i looked at her up and down.

Amber starts to smirk shake her head at me. “Nope. All i know is you better be prepared to lose your spot on top because once Keyshia looks at my design its game over for you baby girl. So, have fun while you can.”

“Girl bye, nobody is worried about your tired ass, old ass, styles. Amber you’ve put out the same style the past five assignments we’ve had its old sis. You want to impress somebody, impress yourself by trying new fabric or you know better yet try a career because this apparently isn’t it for you.” I said rolling my eyes and closing my door. I can’t believe that bitch really tired me. Just wait till I get my sketch ready, I born to do this.

~At the park~

Erik and Cameron were playing one on one while Sage and CJ were playing on the other side of the court. The kids got tired of just playing basketball so they wanted to do their own thing. Erik was whooping Cameron’s ass just like Terry said too.

“Where the fuck was you at last night? I called your ass to hit the strip club bruh. All the birds was there.” Cam said wiping the sweat off his forehead with his shirt.

“Man I was handlin’ business last night.” Erik said shooting the ball from the free throw line.

“What bitch was it this time?” Cameron said shaking his head and leaning on his knees. Erik chuckled bouncing the ball in between his legs.

“How you know I was with a bitch?”

“One you chuckling like you holding something, Two you never handle business without me being there or drop your location. So which one was it? Britney? La’toya? or Malina?” He said stealing the ball from Erik and going for a layup.

“I been stopped fucking with La’toya crazy ass. Remember i told you i caught that bitch puttin’ my sperm in a syringe?”

Cameron started laughing. “Hell yeah I remember that shit, that bitch was in love witchu! ’Erik gon’ be my baby’s father!’ It took me and the homies to pry that bitch off your ass.”

“Man, after that shit I was like nah i’m good shorty. But Malina.” Erik said biting his lip thinking about this morning.

“I had to put that bitch out on the curb though. She wouldn’t get out my bed and I had to take Lana to work.I wasn’t about to let this bitch sleep in my room while i was gone. Then fuck around and come back all my drawers cleaned out.” He said getting in his guard stance in front of Cameron.

“Wait, wait,wait y'all fucked this morning? Like right before you took Lana to work.You had to let the bitch spend the night too? Cuz that’s fucked up.You a dog bruh.” Cameron said laughing and pulling up to make a shot. Erik blocked the shot and switches spots.

“Man I was too drunk to take her back to her crib, I had the Henny in my system when i hit her. I told her to meet me at the spot right? She hop out the uber with this short ass dress on Cam like if the bitch bent over you could see the pussy lips wink at you bruh. I was like damn so we kickin’ it ,choppin’ it up then next thing I know she riding me on the hood of the car in the parking lot of McDonald’s. This was at like 3 in the morning too, we was up the street from my crib so i said fuck it slide through. Woke up and got in the guts again then Lana called.Kicked that bitch to the curb literally.” He said laughing as he shot a three. Erik looked back on the other side of the court to make sure Sage was okay.

Cam stood there with his mouth wide open. “Damn that bitch a freak. In the parking lot?!? Of McDonald’s?!?! Shitttt you should’ve called a nigga. We could’ve tag teamed that hoe.”

“Nigga please, Terry crazy ass aint finna’ air the clip out on me because you wanted to fuck another bitch. TJ got eyes everywhere on you. Every bitch in Inglewood know you her nigga.They aint finna’ try her or Lana.” Erik said shaking his head and taking his shirt off.

“I swear her crazy ass got a tracking device on my dick. I go into the bathroom she all like ‘Where you takin’ my dick?’ I say I’m going’ to the store she say ‘That bitch bet not be at the store.’ Next thing i know i get to the store she there waitin’ for a nigga. ‘I was just makin sure you came to the same store you always do.’” Like damn I can’t go nowhere without her being there.” Cameron said shaking his head. Erik looked behind Cameron and seen Terry’s car parked in the lot with her looking out the window at them.

“Speak of the devil, she shall appear.” He said nodding his head in the direction. Cameron raised his eyebrow with  confused look on his face.

���Cuz what you talkin’ bout?” He said turning around. “Gotdamn it ! See the shit I mean she crazy.I been gave yo crazy ass my location Terry!”Cameron said walking towards her car. Erik laughed shaking his head at them.

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[pinkykitten]

Dancing Mission

Detroit: Become Human

Connor x female! reader

Warning: cussing, a sex offender dude, some blood

Specifics: comedy, violence, fluff, romance, man vs man, dancing, women power, race neutral reader

People: Connor, you, Hank Anderson, Devin James (oc), Carl Hunter (oc), Markus (mentioned)

Words: 2,993

Summary: You a cop as well, work with Hank and Connor to take down a man named Devin James. What you don’t know is you have to go undercover in a club. You end up dancing with Connor. 

Authors Note: i know is suck at summaries, im so used to just gettin the frickin request and just copy and paste u know. but omg i think i am in luv with this story. this is prob now one of my fav stories i have done. i have watched all of dbh on jacksepticeyes channel (lol im too cheap y’all) and it is one of my fav games. my sis luvs connor to pieces as do i (cuz he luvs dogs duh) so this is for her. i’ve wanted to write a dbh fic for the longest time so here it is. i really want to write more so pls request more of this and feedback is much appreciated here. 

“-so that means that we have to act natural like one of them,” Hank explained while driving to the destination. 

You, sitting in the back of the car thought about this mission. You have worked with Hank for a couple of months, you’re both practically friends. Maybe even BEST FRIENDS (lol idk why i feel like this sentence would sound like spongebobs voice. well it kinda makes sense since the dude who plays hank plays mr krabs...anyways) 

The goal was to arrest a man named Devin James. Supposedly, he has been keeping deviants for about 2 years. He sells them for quite a lot of cash to those who want to “fix” them. Your expression turned into sadness when you read his file. You understood what he did to these deviants. He would lock them up, abuse, torture them, and then sell them to others. But not so they can be fixed its so the buyers can torture the deviants more. 

Unfortunately, you knew why he needed to be arrested. It was not because he was doing these things to the androids. It is because he is selling deviants. In your mind however, you saw this as a rescue mission. To make sure those deviants get out, even if it kills you. 

Your group came into contact with him. Devin was now currently, in a club called “Pomegranate”. 

“Weird name for a club,” you laughed looking outside the window. It was midnight, the night sky pitch black. There was tiny drops of rain pattering against the glass.

“Maybe it is called Pomegranate because when a woman opens up her legs-”

“Shhhh Connor! There is a woman seated in the back!” You called out, your eyes widened in surprise that Connor knew those types of things. You scratched your nose and wiggled your eyebrows, “Hank, you gotta be careful with this one. Apparently he’s either been too much into fanfiction or hentai to know those types of facts.”

Hank looked into the rear view mirror, “In a minute y/n I’m gonna throw your as* outside this car into the pouring rain! Now can we talk about the dam* arrest!”

You shrugged and laid back muttering, “It was your baby Connor’s fault.”

Hank gave you a glare through the mirror. Any words that were about to come out of your mouth were quickly swallowed down. 

The car stopped and you jumped out. 

“Alright, remember what I said act. Natural. This guys good, he has ran away from the police many, many, many times. So we need to make sure that he doesn’t know that we’re cops,” Hank instructed slamming his car door.

You nodded, “Right, right, right. But let me ask you this Hank from “Finding Dory” how the hel* is Mr. Roboto here gonna oh I don’t know...blend in. When he’s a fuc*in android!”

“I also see no way out of this Lieutenant Anderson,” Connor added. 

Hank rolled his eyes at you and opened his trunk, “I was gonna get to that, y/n! Disguises.”

You peered into the trunk to see a plain tux, a bedazzled 80s suit (which of course you knew to be for Hank), and a dress. 

“Connor you wear this tux, and you y/n, wear this dress.”

Connor eyed the tux that was handed to him weirdly, and you groaned at the dress. 

“I do not think I can do this. It is not in my making to change my outfit-”

“Well, what about me! I mean it is in my making to change but like...I DON’T WANNA,” you interrupted Connor, making him blink like “what just happened.”

Hank closed the trunk and locked his car, “No if, ands, or buts. Go to the restrooms and put them on.”

You heaved a heavy sigh, “Ugh! I have my stupid period and now I have to wear this dumb dress,” you grumbled as you trudged inside the club. 

“Keep an eye out for y/n, okay Connor,” Hank said as he walked inside. 

Dua Lipa & Calvin Harris - One Kiss (i feel like this song would be played like at a disco club or something. i luv this song and always want to jam to this. this song is playing in the club)

Connor was changed into his tuxedo and Hank was in his suit. 

“I’m gonna head over there, see if I can find him. You-,” Connor and Hank looked up to see you come out of the bathroom. 

(omg i can so imagine this the chorus comes on or in this vid 1:02) You dolled yourself to look like a million bucks. Make up on and hoop earrings. “You guys ready?”

If you hadn’t known any better you would have thought they got a boner because of you. 

“Y/n,” Connor whispered, mesmerized by your look. The dress clung on to all the right places. 

“Jesus y/n, look at you. Connor close your mouth,” Hank chuckled. “Alright I’m gonna go over there see you guys in a few if you haven’t got any leads. Let me know if you spot him though, alright? Good!” Hank left. 

You walked well more like almost tripped with the 9-inch heels. “You go by the exits, Connor. And I’ll take the bar.” You pushed your boobs up (if u aint got titties dont worry u added some padding then, every boob counts👍) , “Okay ladies...do your job.” 

You swayed to the bar, trying to entice a man like Devin. Instead, Connor looked with big, wide, eyes. “I swear I haven’t even had a dic* bigger than 9-inches. How do you expect me to walk in these Hank?!?” You grumbled aloud to yourself.

“Excuse me, baby but you are sure lookin fine,” a tall man growled as he grabbed a handful of your butt. 

You rose your brow and tried not to punch him in the balls. “Do not blow you’re cover y/n,” you thought to yourself. 

“Hey, give her an old fashioned,” the man ordered the bar tender.

You nodded and smacked your lips together, “oh, okay, so you want me to be drunk as hel*. I gotcha.”

The man laughed and licked his lips, “Thats funny. This drink will make you grow chest hair, that is for sure.”

The bartender gave you the drink. You coughed, and prepared yourself to be drunk in this mission. You chugged the liquid down. The whiskey burning your throat. It all slid south and you put the glass down harshly. “Baby, know that women got hair all over.” You raised your arms up and showed your armpits. Hey, you haven’t shaved in a while. You a busy gal. (if u think that this is nasty u better get off this blog right now)

“Dam* girl, you for real though,” the guy sat down on the bar stools. Eyeing your whole body. 

“I don’t sugar coat. Anyways, whats your name?”

“Carl, Carl Hunter. You?”

“Y/n, L/n.”

“Hey, bartender can she just have a light sangria.”

You pulled your dress down in order to sit on the bar stool. In the process, you put your purse down on the floor, in between your legs. 

You then put your attention to Carl again and saw your drink was waiting for you. 

“Why thank you, Carl. I think I’m not gonna drink anymore than this so here,” you handed the bartender, “is the cash.”

Carl stepped in and forced your hand down. “Baby, I got this. My mama always taught me how to be a gentleman. I will pay for this.”

You knitted your eyebrows together, “Are you sure?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

You grinned and stroked his arm. He winked at you. As he was paying the bartender you took out a device called “pd.id”. It shows if your drink has been spiked. 

“Pric*,” you muttered. You brought out your handcuffs out and handcuffed him to the stool. 

“Hey, what the fuc* you think you doin?”

“I am saving women, pig! Trying to drug my drink huh? Thought it could get past me? You are dead wrong, and your name was Carl Hunte?” You wrote it on your hand. “Got it, thanks Carl for buying my drinks. Hope you like prison.” You poured the sangria all over his head and walked to Connor. 

“Have you found him yet y/n?” Connor was by the dance floor. 

“Nope, but I found a disgusting sex offender. So still kinda saved the day,” you sighed, placing your hands on your hips. 

You phoned Hank who was...somewhere. “Where you at Hank?”

“I’ve asked around to see if someone knows him or if they’ve sighted him. But everyone around here acts like dumbas*es. You got anything?”

You snickered, “Nada, hey I’ll make this bet. Whoever gets Devin first gets their drink paid by the loser.” Your eyebrows rose as you looked to Connor who looked at you with puppy, innocent eyes. “And Connor can have some...blood...”

Connor smiled and looked away.

You could hear Hank on the other side chuckling, “Okay y/n...you’re on. Have fun...LOSER!” Then Hank hanged up the call. 

“As*,” you laughed. 

You then saw the dance floor and people were dancing all over. It was as if a light bulb went off in your brain. “I have an idea,” you said aloud. 

You grabbed onto Connor’s hand and guided him with a sway of your hips to the dance floor. 

“Have I ever told you I love this song,” you grinned. Your feet stepping to the beat. Connor just stood like a plank of wood. Just mesmerized by your moves.

“One kiss is all it takes, fallin in love with me,” you sang, goofing off also by doing the underwater dance. “C’mon Connor join me.”

Connor’s mouth was open wide, “Oh, um, um, I do not think dancing is in my program.”

You brought your hands on Connor’s shoulders, and your body bent and stretched all over. “I’ll teach you robo boy,” you winked. 

Connor’s cheeks created a blue blush, he was a lost for words. His eyes were glued to your eyes. Drinking everything in. 

“You move like this, put your hands here,” you said while placing Connor’s hands on your hips. “Now just feel the beat, the rhythm, be one with the song.”

Connor stumbled a bit, but then he got the hang of it. “I, I think I am doing it y/n.”

“See! There you go!”

You both moved together so perfectly. Like trees swaying in the wind. Like a river. Your hands traveled all over Connor and he developed an even deeper blush. 

You then let go of him and danced by yourself. He studied your dancing for a while then he danced by himself. 

look up on youtube Bryan Dechart dancing as Connor

Finally, Connor was being...Connor. He was being himself. He was proving to the world that androids are not just things, they are living and they deserve to be free. 

“Oh my god, YES CONNOR! GO CONNOR! Woooohooooo!!!!!,” you cheered jumping up and down. 

You both danced then like animals. Shaking not caring if you both looked like two goofballs. The dance floor was empty so it was just the two of you. You did the sprinkler dance. Connor then started laughing and smiling from ear to ear. 

“Yeah, go y/n, go y/n,” Connor cheered as well. 

You heard the song was almost to the end. Your body twirled to Connor’s body until you both were almost glued together. 

“You are extremely beautiful...y/n...,” Connor whispered only so you and him could hear.

“And you Connor are important to me,” you whispered to him. You both were closing the gap between you two, your lips almost meeting. 

“Guys, I found Devin,” Hank yelled to you both as he appeared before you two. “Oh, um, am I disturbing something?”

“You found him,” you questioned as Hank ran ahead. You broke contact with Connor and gave him a guilty face. You stepped off the dance floor and brought your gun out of your thigh holster, following Hank, with Connor behind you. 

You sprinted to the commotion of people now screaming since smart pants Devin tried to shoot you guys. You tried to see him over the sea of people. 

“I spot him,” you shouted, not caring of the protests of Hank and Connor. “Don’t worry guys I got this!”

 You ran after Devin, stumbling a few times from the dumb heels. You look down, “Dam* heels!” While going after this man, you take the heels off and throw them at him (kinda like Nakia from Black Panther). He screams in pain but doesn’t stop. He jumps over boxes of booze from the club and you do the same. You chase him out of the club, going in the street. 

“GET DOWN NOW,” you scream at him. “If you do not stop I will shoot!”

The man kept going until you shook your head, breathed hard a couple of times, you sped, fast after him. It was if you were possessed by Usain Bolt. You caught up to him, your dress ripped by your legs. You pounced on Devin, putting his arms behind his back in a death grip. “PUT THE GUN DOWN, NOW!”

Devin, breathing harshly, threw the gun away from you both. “Owww you’re hurting me,” he whined. 

“Good,” you sassed back, picking him up harshly. More in the light you can see where the end of your heel hit the side of his head. You tried not to laugh, muffling your giggles. 

You picked up the gun and walked back to Hank and Connor who were not far from you. 

“That was very impressive,” Connor smirked while winking like you did. 

“...am I missing something here,” Hank eyed both of you. 

You gave a lopsided grin, “Oh Hank, if only you knew...No, you’re missing your Devin. Here’s his gun and you owe me a drink...loser” You threw the gun to Hank and chuckled. 

As Hank took a hold of Devin you went to his level to speak to him. “So Devin, where you hidin these deviants?”

“I won’t tell...cun*,” he hissed. You punched his face, your ring making a mark on his nose it also looking a little crooked, and blood coming out. Heh, marked twice by you. 

“Y/n, can you please be a little more fuc*in professional, right Connor?” Hank asked Connor.

Connor shrugged, “I think that punch was needed.”

“Okay, I am definitely missing something,” Hank shouted. 

You gripped Devin’s face, “You. Don’t. Talk. To. Women. Like. That. Understand? Now, again, where are the deviants?”

“In my warehouse, like 5 blocks from here.”

“Thank you,” you said professionally. You walked barefoot to the car, and waited for the boys.

“I have gotten you these,” Connor handed you a pair of flip flops. “I know it is not much, but I much prefer you walking in them then on the wet ground.”

You smiled and thanked him. Hank was driving to the warehouse that Devin talked about. 

“I think this is it,” you called, looking out your window to see a rusty metal warehouse. The scene you walked on upon looked like it was taken from a 80s horror film. The lightning striking like a whip in the dark clouds. You brought your flashlight out. “Whelp boys, lets see what we find in here.” 

You all walked inside. You were thankful you were out of the pouring rain, but now you were stuck in the cold metal warehouse. Shivering like a pair of rattled bones, you tried to cover your bare arms by hugging yourself. 

“Here y/n, take this. I do not want you to get a cold,” Connor gently placed his tux jacket on your shoulder, leaving him in a tight white shirt with a black bow tie.

“Thanks...Connor,” you smiled, cuddling yourself in the jacket. 

“I think we should all spread out. Just remember though, we’re dealing with deviants...be careful, all of you,” Hank said making his way to the right. Connor chose the left, while you, well didn’t choose but were stuck with the middle. 

You tiptoed silently, trying not to make any noise. It was dark, and dusty. It was extremely hard for you not to erupt into a coughing fit. Suddenly, you heard a bang coming from the side of you. You jumped almost like a cat. You stood there, trying to do breathing exercises, and to try to steady your heart. Even though lets be real, your heart was not steady even to begin with this mission. Everything was thrown, antique chairs, a type writer, and pieces of a car hung from the ceiling. The dust particles traveled across the light from your flashlight. The dirt was all muddy since there were tiny holes in the roof. It smelled disgusting, like a farm. 

“How could anyone live like this,” you spoke aloud, covering your nose with Connor’s jacket. 

“Please, save us,” you heard from in front of you. You panicked and turned every which way, trying to find the source of that voice. 

“We beg you save us. Let us be free.”

“Get us out of here.”

“We want to be free.”

“Is that our savior, Marcus?”

“Please, save us.”

“Please!”

Your flashlight then came upon the cells and cells of deviants. Some were all white having taking off their skin. Some were broken, missing limbs, missing an eye. Some were still freshly made new, just with a few tiny scratches. But they all had one thing in common. They were begging. Begging you to set them free. They were tired of living like this. Your heart saddened for them, why couldn’t androids be free? Why were they abused and slaughtered like this? It was not right. But what if you did let them all out? Would you loose the trust of Hank, or even worse Connor? Would you loose your job letting these deviants out secretly? There were only two choices, 

were you going to leave the deviants?

or...were you going to let them out?

You had to decide...

[thedragonflew]

Salty and Sweet ch. 5

A/N: Heres the moment we’ve all been waiting for! xo B

Warnings: mild swearing

Jane pulled into her driveway, closely followed by Sweet Pea on his motorcycle. As she got out of her car, she noticed Sweet Pea observing her home. True, it was small and quaint for the Northside, but that’s all she and her mother could ever need and afford.

“I’ll be right back out, I’m going to change.” Jane called to Sweet Pea, and he gave her a nod.

“Make it snappy, shortcake.”

Jane rolled her eyes and ran up the stone steps to her house, noticing her mom was gone from work. She used this moment to run upstairs to her room and pull on a black long sleeved bodysuit with a low-ish neckline and a pair of high waisted ripped jeans. She completed her look with a pair of silver hooped earrings. As a last minute decision, Jane decided on some deep red lipstick. After spritzing herself with her vanilla scented perfume, Jane made her way back outside to Sweet Pea.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” she said, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers, traveling from her lips to her chest, then quickly back to meet her gaze.

“Dont you look spiffy,” Sweet Pea commented, and Jane found herself blushing once again. He handed her his spare helmet and she tugged it on over her curls. “You better hold on, Princess.” he scooted up to give her space to climb on behind him, and she swung a leg over and found herself holding the seat. “Hold onto me, you goon.” Sweet Pea laughed.

Jane let out a nervous chuckle before gripping either side of Sweet Pea’s denim vest.

The pair pulled out of her driveway and sped down the road, across the tracks and into the Southside. Jane loved the feeling of the wind on her face as Sweet Pea cruised along. It was a rush of adrenaline, really. She’d never been on the back of a boy’s bike before.

Eventually, they stopped near a driveway of a house that was already crowded with some bikes and beater cars, there were people out on the lawn, red solo cups and cans in hands. Sweet Pea shut off the engine and pulled his helmet off, which encouraged Jane to do the same, but not before She caught a whiff of a strong scented shampoo. Damn he smelled good.

“Here we are,” Sweet Pea swing himself off the bike and held the handle bars while Jane hobbled off, nearly losing her balance when her food got stuck on the seat, but the tall Serpent was quick to catch her. “Did I leave you weak in the knees, little girl?” he said with a grin, and she gave him a sour look before straightening herself and letting go of his arm. Sweet Pea kicked out the kick-stand and put both of the helmets back on his bike. The house was thrumming with the beat of a song that came from inside.

“Hope you’re ready for a Southside party. Don’t go getting too drunk, it’s my ass that’s watching out for your ass.” Sweet Pea nudged her with his elbow as they made their way past the groups outside, and Jane watched as they all greeted Sweet Pea. She kept herself mostly behind him, trying not to attract much attention. The pair had barely made their way inside before Sweet Pea was engulfed in a hug.

“Pea! Man! There you are, you’re my best friend. Did you know that?” A stocker boy said as he swung his arms around Sweet Pea. Jane recognized him to be boy he was always with, the classier one from the other night at Pop’s. “Who’s this bombshell?” he indicated Jane as he let go of the taller boy.

“Fangs, cool it. She’s my plus one tonight. Meet Jane.” Sweet Pea introduced her, and Jane found herself really enjoying the way her name sounded on his lips.

“Jane, I’m Fangs. Here on the Southside, we hug when we’re drunk.” Fangs then proceeded to give Jane a bear hug. “Here, have a beer new friend Jane!” he pulled a can from the inside of his leather jacket. Jane graciously accepted it, surprised to find it was cold.

“Thanks, new friend Fangs.” Jane cracked the cam and took a sip, earning a raised brow from Sweet Pea. How could he tell she wasn’t a beer drinker?

“There you guys are! We were just about to leave, Fangs hates being at parties without his Sweetie Pie.” a rather short pink haired girl had joined them. “I’m Toni.” she said when she caught Jane’s gaze on her, and extended a hand. Jane shook it, returning the smile.

“Nice to meet you, I love your hair!” Jane exclaimed, then indicated to the purple in her own. That earned a grin from Toni.

“Purple, love it. You fit right in, it’s about time too. Being the only girl in a group of guys gets boring sometime.” Toni laughed and threw an arm around Jane.

Jane had never really be involved with a group of friends before. Just the odd friends and Freda. Shit, she forgot about Freda. Oh well, she’ll love this story on Monday morning. She took a moment to observe the three who were deep in conversation about the goings on of Talon’s party before Jane and Sweet Pea arrived.

After a couple moments, Sweet Pea took her by the sleeve when Toni and Fangs challenged each other to a game of beer pong. He led her into the kitchen where there was numerous bottles of alcohol and different mixes, and a whole cooler full of beer. “Let’s get you something better than beer.”

“Are you joking? I love beer.” Jane joked, taking a final sip, but failed in keeping a straight face and reacted to the bitterness.

Sweet Pea chuckled and pulled the can from her grasp and set it down for a hammered individual to finish. “How about some rum and coke? Vodka cran? Straight whiskey?” he grinned, pulling on the charade as bar tender.

“Vodka cran, kind sir.” Sweet Pea obliged and filled the red solo cup a quarter of the way with vodka, then the rest with cranberry juice. Jane accepted the cup and stuck her pinky in instinctively, like she would at home, mixing the drink before popping her pinky into her mouth to suck the remains off.

“Are you trying to attract me right now?” Sweet Pea asked, leaning against the counter. “Because if so, it’s working.”

Jane grinned up at him. “Not really, I needed to mix.” she shrugged, taking a gulp from her cup. “You do a good vodka to cran ratio.”

Sweet Pea smiled, and suddenly the house was quiet and it was just Sweet Pea and Jane in the house, the two of them caught eye to eye, and Sweet Pea raised an arm to tuck a curl behind Jane’s ear. Butterflies flew around her stomach and she found herself taking another drink from her cup.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” He told her, and she was all of a sudden forced to put her drink on the counter before Sweet Pea cupped her cheek in his hand, pressing his lips to hers. Jane felt herself kiss back, half startled but half craving more of him.

“Excuse me?” came a shrill voice from the doorway of the kitchen. Jane and Sweet Pea quickly pulled apart to find Savannah standing in the door way, looking furious. “Pea, I told you about this party and you take a Northsider and kiss her? At the party? Where I told you to come?”

“Fuck off, Savannah. Go fuck Talon or some other sorry idiot.” Sweet Pea shout back over the sound of the music, and Jane pulled back as he pushed back from the counter and towards Savannah. “You can’t keep inserting yourself into my life whenever you damn well please.”

With a scoff, Savannah spun on her heel and stormed out of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry.” Sweet Pea turned back to Jane, eyes apologetic. He extended a hand to her. “Let’s go find Fang’s and Toni.”

Jane took another gulp from her drink and graciously put her hand in Sweet Pea’s, which was big and warm and comforting. She allowed him to guide her through the body-crowded living room and to where Toni and Fangs were sprawled on the couch. Sweet Pea and Jane plopped down on the edge, dangerously close to one another. Instead of inserting herself into the conversation, Jane let the vodka clear her thoughts of Savannah. Soon her head lulled onto Sweet Pea’s shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” came his deep voice as his hand gently shook your arm.

Jane lifted her head to meet her gaze and found him swimming around in her vision. “I’m ready for home.” she told him. She should have remembered vodka made her sleepy.

Sweet Pea nodded and the two said their good byes to Toni and Fangs before he slipped her hand back into Jane’s and he guided her back out and onto his bike. He fasted her helmet on before his and gave her head a tap.

“I’m sorry I cut your party short.” Jane told him as they climbed back onto the bike.

“That’s okay, just make sure you hold on to me tightly, Sleepy.” Sweet Pea gave her a reassuring pat on the hand when she fisted her freezing hands into his denim vest pockets.

The two cruised back into the Northside soon enough and back up Jane’s driveway. Jane noticed her mom still wasn’t home from work, which would make it easier for her to go to bed quicker.

“Can I have your number?” Sweet Pea asked Jane as he helped her off his bike. “I think I’d like to take you out again.”

“Yeah, uh, here.” Jane took his phone and plugged her number in under the name ‘Princess’. She handed it back with a wink. “Thank you for taking me tonight. I like your friends. And your lips.” she let the vodka add, earning a chuckle from the raven haired boy.

He quickly dipped his head and caught her lips in his once again, finishing what he started at the party. This time the kiss grew deeper as he wrapped his arms around her waist and her arms twined around his neck.

It seemed as though sparks flew from between the both of them, Jane intoxicated by the taste of him instead of the vodka cran. Then her thoughts got to her. Flashbacks of the blond haired boy who took advantage of her previously. Quickly, she pulled back, and both pairs of arms dropped to their sides. “I’ll see you at school.” Jane gave him a smile, an extra kiss on the cheek and quickly ran into her house, leaving a confused but happy Sweet Pea staring after her.

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JEALOUS SHAWN:)

I was at shawn’s condo curled up on his couch, watching tv. Shawn went to the studio he said that he needed to finish the album. While i was laying on the couch watching tv i got a notification from my good friend “” aka matthew (shy). We’ve been friends since i went to 1 of his shows,we met after the show he bumped into me then we hit it off from there, he says I bumped into him (we still fight about that😂). Anyways - he messaged me that he’s in Toronto and he wants to meet up with me.

Matthew: hey babe I’m in Toronto. I want to see you

Me: hey Shy! Oh my god yes i want to see you too. When&where???

....

He calls me babe since we met. I dont know why tho, he feels comfortable with me, it doesn’t bother me that he calls me babe/baby but its kind of weird that im in a relationship with shawn and he knows that. I call him shy because he was really shy in the beginning and then he warmed up to me.

I got ready. I took a shower, I shaved my legs i washed my hair, i got out of the shower I dried myself then I blow dried my hair. I put my clothes on, i was wearing a black tight crop top and some blue high wasted shorts. I was done doing my makeup, I walked out of the bathroom to our shared bedroom looking for some black socks. I put them on i was walking out of the bedroom to go to the living room then i heard the door shut. It was shawn. He came home, “why weren’t you answering my texts” he said while taking his shoes off, “i was taking a shower and i was blasting music, and i guess my phone was muted” i said to him. He came to closer to me he noticed i was all dressed up i had my big hoop earrings in,my rings on me,my diamond necklaces on me. Before he left he saw me i was curled up in the couch sweatpants on.

“Why are you all dressed up, honey?”

“Uh… my good friend is here and I’m going to meet up with him”

I know shawn. I know how jealous he can get. As soon as i said “him” he’s face had anger and confusion and sadness in his eyes.

“Him, who is he? And why didn’t you tell me HE’s in Toronto?”

Oh no. Here we go.

“Babe. I just found out like 30 minuets ago, I didn’t know he was here he said that he wanted to see me, and i want to see him too. We haven’t seen each other since i moved here.”

While i said that i was looking for my shoes he was in the kitchen getting a bottle of water. “Who is he? Do i even know him?” He said. “No, you dont.” “Show me a picture of him, i want to see who the guy is trying to take away MY GIRL.” I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. He was deadass serious that was the funny part. I showed him a picture of us, i was sitting on top of he’s range rover he was standing in front of me my hands were around hes neck and hes chest. He saw the picture he’s eyes widened and he asked “did you too date?” I smirked and laughed a little i said no, he looked a little relieved. Then my phone rang it said Matthew and it had a picture of us sticking our tongues out and rolling our eyes we were really close to each other. And shawn saw that. Before i picked up he said put it on speaker. So i did I picked up and matthew said “hey babe are you ready?” “Hey shyy yeah give me 5 minutes, are you here?” I asked. “Yeah im down here waiting for you in the car.” “Ok,bye.” “Bye”.

“BABE?!!?” Shawn saaid. He calls you babe? Shy? What the fuc- are you cheating on me??!” “NOOO im not cheating on you shawn”. Then I explained to him why he calls me babe and Vice versa. Then he asked “why am i not invited? Does he know you have a boyfriend?” “Yes he knows we’re together and he called me to hang out with him, I thought you were going to be in the studio for hours and i didnt wanted to bother you.” I said. “OH SO YOU WANTED TO SNEAK AROUND TOWN CHEAT ON ME AND LAY IN THE SAME BED AT NIGHT WITH ME??!!!” that was it he accused me of cheating??! I would never do that to him ! And he knows that. “CHEAT ON YOU?! I WOULD NEVER DO THAT, AFTER I TOLD YOU THE STORY ABOUT MY DAD WHO CHEATED ON MY MOM AND LEFT US?!” “MAYBE ALL OF THOSE HOURS I WAS IN THE STUDIO YOU WERE HANGING AROUND WITH YOUR SHY!” He said. More like yelled. We were down each others throats. That was enough for me i grabbed my phone, my purse, i put my shoes on i was almost out the door when he came behind me and slammed the door. “Let me leave!” I screamed at him. “No! I’m not finished talking to you” he said more calmer, “well i am.” I said to him “maybe now you cant think about what you accused me of...cheating on you!” And then i left.

I was acting this way because i missed him. I missed my shawn. He was always in the studio working, and i love what he does and I respect it, but i just missed him at night. We barely talked in the morning he just goes to the gym comes back home takes a shower, and then goes to the studio. And he didn’t even realize that i missed him. Does he miss me? It doesnt look like it so thats why i was acting this way and went to hang out with my friend. I might be acting like a bitch to him but he’s acting like an asshole who i dont mean anything to.

I got in the car, with matthew in it. We hugged and said our hello’s he knew something was wrong, my mood was off I wasn’t feeling Happy like i did before. He asked me what was wrong and i told him everything, I didn’t tell him that shawn was jealous of him of course not. So he had a plan that we go to his hotel and go on instagram live and sing. (More like lip syncing) music always puts me in a better mood, so I agreed to it. But first we got alcohol , when we got to the hotel we blasted the music. We were having a great time we talked about what was going on in our lives. And then we actually went on instagram live, I thought he was joking apparently not. We went on his instagram so shawn wouldn’t watch mine. Not because i had something to hide just because i was not up for anymore drama. There was a lot of people watching us 90k+ from my following and his. We were answering some questions, listening to some music , having fun. There were a lot of comments asking

“Did you and shawn breakup?”

“Where is shawn?!”

“Are you cheating on shawn?!”

“I knew you were always with shawn because of the money and the fame!”

“Whore”

“She’s suck a bitch!”

i let the comments slip through me, I didn’t care at all because it wasnt true.

Shawnmendes is watching.

Oh shit.

There were a lot of comments like “shawn is watching” “oooohh shawns here!!” “now shes going to get in trouble” “see shawn she’s cheating on you!”

Shawn was at home he invited his friend over brian. Because he was going crazy he knew he was just a friend and i wasnt cheating on him, and he got a little jealous. He told hes friend everything that happened even the part that he got jealous, hes friend calmed him down he even told him that hes not spending time with me and maybe thats why i was acting this way. Now he saw that, thats why i was acting this way. Meanwhile his phone was blowing up with notifications from all over his social media.

He went and checked on it and he was angry again. Jealous. Even sad.

Brian is watching

I saw, we were reading comments meanwhile, singing. We were having fun with 2 shots down. I didn’t really think of it that shawn, and brian are watching. Then shawn commented “i miss you, baby ❤️” and that was odd because we just had an argument and now hes suddenly commenting that he misses me. So i act like i didnt see it, it probably hurt him but it hurt me more that he accused me of cheating. So i don’t answer him, he starts texting me “im sorry” “come home” “i was so stupid” “im such a dick” “I should’ve never said that you were cheating on me, i love you ❤️” and thats why brian was watching because meanwhile shawn was texting me they were watching the live stream.

We end the live stream. I text him back “k” and he hates that. When i use one words. I was still mad at him but not that mad,i was before. So matthew drops me home we get out of the car he gives me a long hug saying our goodbyes god knows when im going to see him again. While Matthew is hugging me he sees shawn on the balcony staring at us. Giving us death eyes. And he tells me that in my ear, so i hug him more, just to make shawn more jealous :).

I go inside i take my shoes off. Brian is still here, shawn comes inside letting me know he was outside witnessing the whole hugging thingg. He stares at me i stare at him. Brian is getting uncomfortable, (the whole 3rd wheel thingLOL) i go into the bathroom to take my makeup off. While i do brian leaves telling shawn to go and talk to me.

Shawn is sitting on the couch watching the tv, i go into our bedroom getting into my pjs i put on my light pink shorts on, and a black large shirt on. I walk out to the kitchen to get some water, shawn stops me and says “im so sorry baby, i just got jealous and I never want to see you with a different guy.” While pulling me into a hug he keeps going and telling me “when i saw you hugging him it mad me really angry and sad, I never want to see you hugging a guy unless its me.” He was still hugging me i hugged him back. He pulled me back letting his hands cup my face and said “i know I shouldn’t have accused you of cheating on me, but when I heard you were going to meet up with a guy friend i freaked out. And i only want you to myself. You’re mine.” “Shawn I’m yours. But you cant just freak out when i go out with a guy friend. I forgive you, its just cheating i would never do, and you know that.” I said. And he said hes sorry again and then we kissed like we haven’t seen each other for a year. And then he said “why arent you wearing my shirt? I like it, it looks better on you.”he took hes shirt off and put it on me. “It looks so much better on you baby.” He said. And then we talked for a little while, we watched tv, then we went to bed earlier than we thought, because the fight drained our energies. We were in bed watching greys anatomy, cuddled up we kissed and then we fell asleep.

AHHH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING!!! I hope you like it??? I was honestly so bored so i wrote this🤷🏽‍♀️

Please send me your suggestions / what you want me to write about next.❤️

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Group Therapy (CONNOR MURPHY x READER)

AUTHORS NOTE: hello!!!!! i am back!!!!!!! i wrote this little thing, in hopes of making it a multiple part series. so this is just part one! but if you guys dont like it, let me know and ill just leave it as it is. I also want to take a moment to say that i am back to UPLOADING A FIC OR HEADCANON ONCE A DAY!! when i first started this blog, that was my uploading schedule. life got in the way, but im back baby!!!!! 

Word Count: 2.4k ish

TW: suicide, suicide descriptions, swearing, therapy groups , etc

PS: i have been to many group therapies, so this is all just based purely on personal experience. so if this is triggering to you, please dont read any further!!!!

           Connor Murphy was special. Not special in the way you would describe a rare artifact or gem. He was special like the waves in the ocean, the colours in the sky, or oil paint on a canvas. He was special because you knew what to expect. Like a wave in the ocean, you expected to crash. Like the colours in the sky, you expected to fade out after hours of daylight. Like oil paint on a canvas, you expected to dry and harden after creating something beautiful. Connor Murphy was a synonym for beautiful; only the rarest of poets could find in a dictionary. He was the sound that rolled off of the tongue of a politician. He was the feeling of warm laundry, draping around your body. Connor was all of these things—which is why his downfall was to be expected.

           You had tried numerous group therapies in the past. None of them seemed to improve your feelings or behaviors. But they stabilized your health, which is all you could really ask for. There was something equally pleasing and eerie about joining group therapy. It was oddly satisfying to hear everyone bitch and complain, but also eerie that the painted beige walls would contain a group of kids who tried to kill themselves. Talk about a Suicide Squad.

           You drove yourself to group therapy. This one was named Youth Wonders: Group Therapy and Psychiatrics. The name was slathered on the brick building in bronze lettering. It looked ancient. Maybe it looked cool back in 2002, but it made you roll your eyes just at the sight. You were 5 minutes early. Your keys were still lodged into your car ignition. This was the hardest part: getting out of the car. There was always that part of you that was tempted to ditch, go eat some McDonald’s for the hour, and go back home to tell your dad that everything went well. The feeling of guilt spread over your stomach just at the thought. You have lied to your father many times before. He didn’t deserve to be lied to again.

           Finally, you slumped out of the driver’s seat and walked into the horrid building. It smelt like old carpet and candle wax. Kind of like a church. But nothing Holy grew an abundance to you whilst walking through the halls. A white, thick door was stood open with a brick. On the inside if the door, facing you, a pink slip of paper was taped up.

“TEEN YOUTH SUICIDAL THERAPY GROUP”

           They really don’t sugar coat anything here. Your footsteps grew heavier as you walked through the door. Plastic chairs were all set up in a circle. Inside there were only four teenagers, and a woman who had a strange resemblance to Whoopi Goldberg.

           “Name, please?” her scratchy voice echoed off the walls. Her dry hands where clutching a clipboard and her pink pen was held between her fingers, like a cigarette.

           “Oh, uh, Y/N L/N,” you frowned, taking a seat across from her.

           According to the amount of chairs set up, there were only six people in the group. You, an empty chair, Whoopi-Goldberg-lady, and an empty chair. The empty chair was to your left. You stared at it, feeling cold. The awkward tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. You took this moment of silence as an opportunity to look around the room. All of the teens glared at their feet.

           The girl next to you had red hair. Her face was populated with cystic acne that looked painful to the touch. Her ginger locks were pulled into a low ponytail. She wore a large men’s sweater that hung off of her skinny body. Sitting to her left was a large Filipino boy. He wore a purple sweater and old hiking shoes. The toe of the boots were worn out and his big toe peeked out. His hair was greasy, and he looked in need of a shower. Down the line, in the circle, sat a Latina girl. Her hair was done perfectly and her ears were pierced. Big golden hoops dangled from the lobes, reaching her collarbone. She was chewing bubblegum, and wearing a croptop – even though the temperature was just above freezing. Finally, in the corner sat a very pale white boy. He was short and skinny. He looked like he was 12 years old. His minecraft shirt had large orange stains, and had blonde whiskers growing in on his upper lip.

           Whoopi-Goldberg-lady took a final sigh, clicking her pen. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, another person stomped in.

           “You finally decided to join us…” the woman looked at her clipboard before reading out loud, “Connor?”

           The boy grunted in response, throwing his body down onto the chair next to you. You winced at the sound. He had long hair. The ends curled into the collar of his denim jacket. Your eyes trailed up to his face. The muscles in his jaw flexed as he grinded his teeth together. The Whoopi-lady stood up, smoothing out the material of her chiffon blouse.

           “Welcome, everyone. My name is Liz,” she spoke above her gravely tone.

           Her name was Liz. Finally, you could stop referring to her as the Whoopi-Goldberg-lady, in your head.

           “I will be your counselor and guide for this group. Within our 9 weeks here, I expect all of you to hit a few goals. The first being: opening up. I want you to share your story, knowing that whatever is said in here, stays in here.”

           You could hear the boy next to you, practically scoff.

           “So the first thing we are going to do is; go around the room, say your name, age, and explain why you are here.”

           You could feel everyone tense up.

           “Let’s start with,” Liz glanced at her clipboard. “Jamie.”

           The red-haired girl sat up straight. She removed her fingers from her mouth, as she was just chewing on her cuticles moments ago. Her bleeding fingers dove into the sleeves of her sweater.

           “Hi, I’m Jamie,” she spoke softly, almost like a robot. “I’m 15 and I’m here because I overdosed on sleeping pills.”

           Liz nodded, “Ok. Great. Thank you, Jamie.”

           Next in line was the boy in hiking boots.

           “Hi, I’m Leroy. I’m 16 and I tried to hang myself from a tree,” his voice was a deep baritone. But was quickly cut off by the Latina girl beside him.

           “Did the tree break, fatty?”

           “Andrea,” Liz warned. “This is supposed to be a safe space.”

           “Ok, yeah, whatever. I’m Andrea. I’m 18. This is my third time here. I took too much meth and blacked the fuck out. So I’m here,” she snapped her gum, fingering the golden hoop on her ear.

           “Daniel, your turn,” Liz looked at the small pale boy.

“Hi, um, I’m Daniel. I’m 16 and I, uh,” the boy began to sob violently. Your heart broke a little bit. The boy next to you, Connor, scoffed. You were almost in disbelief at his heartless gesture.

“It’s ok, hun. Take your time,” Liz spoke softly.

Daniel continued, hiccupping and telling the group how he tried to end his life just two weeks prior. After many tissues, Liz continued down the line.

“Connor?”

The boy next to you, shifted in his seat. He was now sitting up, straight. His long legs tangled over each other. His large, black combat boots looked heavy against his skinny shins. He was wearing a lot of layers.

“Yeah, hi, I’m Connor. I’m 17. I tried killing myself 3 weeks ago.”

“How? You have to say how,” Andrea twirled her hair around her finger.

“Why? Do you get off to people’s backstories or some shit?” he hissed back.

Liz waved the two of them off, gesturing that it was okay to keep those details private. Next was you. And you could feel your breath become heavy. All eyes landed on you.

“Well, uh, my name is Y/N. I’m 17, also. I tried killing myself last year, but I’m here because my therapist told me to,” you spoke softly.

“That’s fucking boring.”

“Andrea!”

 You were pouring coffee into a Styrofoam cup, rubbing the drowsiness out of your eyes. It was the half-way mark through group therapy. The group is given a 15 minute break between the two hours, and there is a small table full of shitty snacks and coffee.

“Coffee at 1pm?” a voice spoke from behind you. You turned to see that Connor boy offering you a lazy smirk.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”            “Well it’s shitty filtered coffee, and no one drinks coffee in the middle of the afternoon.”

“I didn’t know you cared so much,” you spoke while moving to the side, putting creamer and 8 packets of sugar into the small cup. “I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Jesus Christ,” he gaped at the amount of sugar you put in.

“It’s good, you should try it some time,” you mused, taking a small sip.

Connor shook his head, pouring some of the filtered brew into a cup of his own. “No, thanks. I’d like to live well into my thirties.”

“Isn’t that the opposite of why you’re here?”

“Touché.”

 The rest of the afternoon went as expected. Red-haired girl went on a rant about her dad never loving her, Daniel cried some more, and Liz gave us homework to complete for next week. The green folder full of worksheets will be added to the pile of therapy homework that you never do. You have other things on your plate. You have a job, school, and university to think about.

While walking to your car, you see the tall boy leaning against the hood of your car.

“Uh, hi?” you spoke, raising on eyebrow.

He jumped a little bit, not seeing you at first. “Oh, hey, can you drive me home? My dad is at work and my mom…” he trailed off, looking at his feet.

You scratched the back of your head, not really knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry, I barely even know you. I should just walk home-“ he began to ramble, grabbing his messenger bag from between his feet.

“Get in,” you sighed, unlocking the car.

“Wait. Really?”

“What’s your address?”

The car ride was pretty silent. It contained the sound of your humming motor, and the small murmurs of directions from Connor. You had asked him what street he lived on, but he just told you that he would direct you there. He lived on the outskirts of the city. By following his directions, you drove into the suburbs. The houses were all parallel to each other. Each of them very large, big two-car garages, and nicely trimmed lawns. It was the type of neighborhood that would give out the good candy on Halloween.

“It’s the house on left, here,” he mumbled once again. Your eyes practically bugged out of your head.

“This one?” you took one hand off the steering-wheel to point to the house in front of you. It was gigantic. It was painted yellow with a dark blue door. It must have been at least 4 stories high. The backyard, from what you could see, was massive. Two large pillars on other side of the front door, reminding you of pictures in textbooks about ancient Rome.

As you pulled into his driveway, Connor picked at his nail polish. “What? Are you surprised?”

“A little,” you laughed, looking over at him.

He began to pick up his bag, looking over at you. The sunset in the sky casted a pink shadow in your car, making everything a rose colour.

“Well, uh, thanks. I’ll see you next week,” he spoke, stepping out of your car.

You watched as the goth boy walked into the giant, yellow house. It was a sight to see.

 Next week rolled around, and you were five minutes early. You sat in your car, rubbing your temples. Another night without sleep. It was beginning to take a toll. Sitting in your car became a ritual you had. It gave you time to mope, before having to put on a brave face for wherever you were going. You let out a large sigh. Your head was pounding. Placing your forehead in the palms of your hands, you laid them down on the steering wheel. Closing your eyes, you were grateful to have a second to decompose.

It was quiet until you heard your passenger door open and slam shut. You let out a scream, sitting back, looking at the man who just entered. It was Connor.

“WHAT THE HELL?”

“Chill the fuck out.”

“CONNOR, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT.”

“What? Get in someone’s car? I know. I’m not an idiot.”

You began to go on a slight rampage, telling him about how many girls get abducted by leaving their cars unlocked. He responded by telling you to ‘lock your fucking car, then’. Before you could shout another witty response, he shoved a cup of hot coffee into your hand.

“Here.”            “What… What is this?”

“Coffee, you dumbass.”

“Yeah, I know. But why?”

He just shrugged, taking a sip out of his own cup, leaning back in the passenger seat.

“So, why do you sit in here?” he mumbled against the warm lid of his beverage.

“It’s just nice, I guess?” you spoke out softly, rubbing your eyes.

Connor nodded, drinking his coffee quietly. You did the same.

  Lunch time came around. Therapy had been going well. But you couldn’t help but find yourself staring into space every other minute. It was no group participation. It consisted of Liz telling everyone that how they were feeling is “okay”. It wasn’t anything that you hadn’t heard before.

You stood up the moment Liz said that your 15 minute break began. You walked over to the snack table, pouring another cup of coffee. Connor watched you from his seat, chewing on his bottom lip.

No one else had picked up on your caffeine habits. Rather, the rest of the teenagers fought over the sugar cookies that were lined up on the table. You walked back to your seat, sighing loudly as your butt hit the chair. You took a large gulp of the cheap caffeine, letting your eyes settle close for a moment.

“You know, I never got to hear your story last week,” you spoke softly with your eyes still closed.

“Well, same goes to you, I guess,” he mumbled back, slouching into his chair.

You cracked an eye open, looking at him. “Mine isn’t as recent.”

He shrugged back, watching you as your eyes flutter shut once more.

“My family is shit. My parents hate me. Some kid wrote a weird letter about my sister. I freaked the fuck out. It was just kind of the last straw, I guess?”

 It was quiet for a few more moments. You opened your mouth to speak, then Liz clapped loudly, asking everyone to return to their seats. Group began again, and Connor avoided your eyes at all costs.