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quiet-hypnotist · 4 years ago

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Of Drinks And Dreams

(Just a quick heads-up: This story features a fairly conversational induction scene. And given the nature of that style, please have a content warning. All suggestions that the tist in this story mentions are about feeling pleasure from obedience and being taken into hypnosis. At the end there is the mention of a re-induction trigger, yet that along with all suggestions is framed to fade as the story ends, much like waking from a dream. A dream about what exactly? Well, for that much detail you gotta read it yourself. Enjoy!)

“Hey there. I hope you saved a beer for me.” The friendly call turned some heads, but not more than on any other Friday evening in this place. The small hotel bar wasn’t exactly the place where people would go to find isolation. During the work days that might have meant a bustling bartender and busy waiters all throughout the room. Yet as it so often went the last days of the week flushed only the weary or the troubled through the doors. And whoever didn’t silently cling to their glass eventually let silky dark air outside flush them back out the same way, sending them to bed or back to the grind.

As such the room was already almost deserted, the only one’s who truly took note were the three people who, with beaming faces, turned to face the source of the noise and wave. The two guys sitting across from each other smirked before one of them corrected their glasses for the dramatic effect, donning their best imitation of what might have otherwise been a stern voice: “Get your butt moving and order one then. Ain’t no one saving a drink for the tardy around here.”

“Oh, woe is me! My best friends leave me to just die of thirst.” “Yeah,” the second guy nodded with a smug grin, “and of hunger, too. Don’t think just because you let me copy your notes every week that you’d get even one of these fries from me.” “Oh, guys, c’mon! He was just half an hour late. Why would we possibly have a reason to take that out on him?” The group’s only lady looked no less amused by the exchange than the other two. Though as she shifted in her seat to tug a strand of pink hair behind her ears that expression softened from one of mockery to honest warmth. “Take a seat for now. And here’s your drink.” As he seated himself opposite from her she pushed a filled glass in front of him. “And here I thought I would get to see the day where you finally keep all the good stuff to yourself.” Despite the words he received it with thanks, all the more seeing as both she and the guys still had their own glasses right there. “Already on the second round?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” the first speaker waved it aside, “isn’t it only natural we’d wait for you?” On the other side of the table the smug guy laughed. “Ryan, you do notice how much you’re contradicting yourself, right?” Adjusting his glasses again more out of embarrassment over his act from before than of necessity, Ryan countered: “Not like you or Brielle were any better.” “Oh, I don’t know,” Brielle winked, “I think Jeff here was pretty convincing. Or can you imagine him willingly sharing food with anyone?” “Ah, you have a point.” “Excuse me? What are you implying here?” “Nothing, of course. Could these eyes lie to you?” “Damn, yes, they could.” “Hey now, that’s the privilege of a lady.” “C’mon, Erik, say something to her, will you?” Instead of saying something he took a sip from the offered beer before chuckling. “Nah, I think I’ll let you folks do the talking tonight.” “See, that is why I don’t share my fries with him.”

“Don’t tell me…” Brielle stopped to take a good look at his face. “Did it happen again?” He nodded. For a moment the group fell silent. “Damn, you really have it figured out, huh?” “I wish.” Ryan shook his head in disbelief. “You need to get a grip, man. There’s no way it works like that.” “You’d really think so.” It was always the same reaction. Not like Erik could blame them. Honestly, he himself often enough doubted what was going on. And he was there when it happened. How would they have an easier time believing it?

“Err, sorry to be the party pooper or something.” Jeff scratched his head in hopes of finding the right tone for the occasion: “But could someone maybe give me a quick rundown here? What are you even saying happened? Traffic jam or some such? We… we are talking about why Erik was late, aren’t we?”

Brielle chuckled with that same helpless eye roll as the day Erik had first told her about it. Ryan meanwhile frowned: “You haven’t heard yet?” “That’s why I’m asking, wouldn’t you say?” “Hey, no need to get snarky. Just… oh, who am I kidding, it’s not like I would have that clear an idea myself.”

To assist him Brielle mentioned: “Erik chatted up a girl.”

And fell silent again. As if that would explain anything. Thousands of people chatted up someone. And just as Erik would have expected, Jeff seemed to be of a similar opinion: “Hey man, good for you! You’ve been single long enough! What’s it been since that cutie from the pool party? Six years? Seven?” “Something like that,” Erik forced himself to smile, “but it’s not what you think.”

“Aww, no need to get shy now! We’ve all flirted with a girl before here. Some of us still are.” Jeff winked at Brielle who just let one of her hands disappear under the table. Seconds later he grimaced but at least today he managed to not make a sound despite the pain where she pinched him.

“You’ll never learn, will you?” Erik sighed. “But be that as it may, really, it is not like that. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I had every intention on maybe getting her number. Ask her out on a date, get to know her. You know the drill. But… well, I kinda… talked to her.”

Still wary and with a grumpy glace at the girl besides him Jeff fired back: “That’s usually how flirting with someone new works, Mr. Smartypants. Though hopefully you didn’t only talk to her. Because if that is how you ended up half an hour late I have an idea why you’re making such a long face now.”

Ryan on the other hand nodded, suddenly a lot milder than a few minutes ago: “I feel you there, buddy, believe me. They wanna hear about your hobbies and before you even get into the third arc of Gundams they mysteriously have a prior engagement to get to.” “No, sorry, that might be just your problem there.”

Brielle shut the guys up with a glare that probably would have managed to freeze lava if she tried. Before directing her attention back to Erik, all concern and worry. “What I don’t understand,” she carefully approached the issue, “is why it keeps happening? It would be odd enough if it happened at all, of course, however sometimes life just plays out that way. But every time?” “Tell me about it,” he grimaced. She didn’t seem to press on after seeing his expression. A gap that Jeff more than eagerly used to get a word in himself: “Or better yet, you tell us! Sure you might not exactly play up there with the big movie stars when it comes to sex appeal, but really I can’t see a single reason why you wouldn’t find a date when you actually make an honest effort. So what are you doing that it ends up like this each time?”

It was obvious that their interest was raised to the point where they would never let him off the hook. Especially Jeff, friendly, supportive, nosey Jeff. If Erik didn’t watch his step the guy might just drag him to five blind dates a week until the matter was solved or something. He sure wouldn’t hesitate all for the sake of helping a friend. Though would it really be considered help given the circumstances? So he cleared his throat, taking another sip of liquid courage and tried to express just how it went.

“Really, I’ve been convinced it had to be just a coincidence for the longest time, much like you guys. I mean, it sounds lunatic no matter how you slice it. Chatting up a hot person is enough of a hurdle as it is. But seeing how odd they behave every time… ”

“So what if they tiptoe around you not being their type?”

“Oh, no. No, I doubt you could call it that. Though granted, that’s what anyone would think the first couple times around. So, you know, that’s a fair point to make. But no. It’s not like they feigned interest until a convenient distraction moves the conversation into safer waters. Or like they mysteriously get phone calls that need them to leave and postpone any meetings with me for the indefinite future. Nothing of the sort.”

It had a soothing effect to watch the golden brown alcohol swirl in the glass when he gently moved it while speaking and he found the motion helped the words flowing.

“If anything it is exactly… well, maybe not exactly but still pretty much the opposite. They don’t lose interest. If I had to say it, they get too interested in what I say. Like this girl today. She actually was the one coming up to me this time.”

“Aren’t you just bragging now?” Jeff’s question was swiftly followed by a painful yelp and a death glare that quickly vanished behind Brielle’s gentle encouragement: “Now I would get why you’re sure she wouldn’t just politely avoid you.”

“Right?” He appreciated how she helped him get back on track after the interruption. “I don’t even really remember what she started off with, but within a couple minutes we found ourselves sitting down at a nearby bench with two cheap paper cups in our hands and letting the heat of the coffee inside just warm our fingers. And I want to claim that we had a really eloquent conversation about this or that, but… well, to be honest I just talked. And I guess it was fine because she didn’t do much else. The words just kept flowing as a welcome reason to sit together, spend the time in each other’s company and whatever was said didn’t even matter compared to just keep that moment going.”

Jeff seemed to have some words of his own but no sooner had he opened his mouth when with a careful glance at the pink haired girl next to him he fell silent. Erik barely noticed how dumbfounded he looked with his mouth opening and closing like a carp. In his mind he was back there, on the bench, a flimsy cup of coffee in his fingers instead of cold beer, once more seeing the expression of that young woman.

“She didn’t mind just listening. In fact sometimes she would nod along much as if she were feeling every word she heard. Maybe you already know that sort of fugue when it just feels so right to listen that the only important thing becomes to keep hearing that other person’s voice?” “Mhm,” Brielle murmured, all her attention on him. The guys both leaned back, evidently happy to wait their turn with further words.

“And honestly, had anyone been seeing the two of us sit there it likely wouldn’t have seemed like something out of the ordinary. Just imagine it, taking a stroll in the sun and seeing her there, focused on every word she heard and yet not being aware of a single one of them. Because in that moment it was much better to let the warmth from the cup soak into her. Much easier to simply nod and listen. So very comfy to stop thinking about where the conversation flowed. And how could it not? When even I, the one who kept talking, stopped thinking about the words and focused only on how lovely this person looked?”

He took another sip more to wet his throat than because he was thirsty, but neither of them so much as moved.

“And had such an onlooker continued to take in the scene, can we be sure they had noticed the signs? Would they really have become aware of how that woman’s head started drooping a little more with each nod? Would they have realized the way those shoulders slumped a little more with each breath? Would those eyes have seemed glassy and doll-like even from a distance? Or would all of those things simply happen without anyone noticing at all as the body simply responded to impulses beyond control?”

It was a question he still knew no answer to and at this point he began to wonder if it even mattered at all.

“Memory is such a blurry, foggy thing sometimes but perhaps you remember moments like that, caught somewhere in an unexplored haze between waking and dreaming, between listening and blankly absorbing. And I suppose that must have happened to that girl. Because by the time I noticed she was leaning against me, those eyes fluttering as if dancing on the line between watching and dreaming. Who really knows if she even had the ability left to notice her lips being softly parted, a faint trickle of drool escaping her as she slumped that far.”

Somehow the swirling beer inside his jug became a canvas, conjuring up all the impressions from that time anew. The weight of a person leaning on that arm. The warmth of another body right next to his. The slow, steady rhythm of her breath. The subtle moans as he continued to speak: “She was beautiful like that, no doubt. And as such I dared not to disturb the moment. Whether aware or not, she felt here and now was exactly the right place and exactly the right time to let all worries and cares go. And I cannot put my finger on why, but we both knew that it was perfectly fine because that mind was so good at absorbing the words that continued to flow around it.”

Did the words flow down into the depths between slumbering thoughts like a warm, soothing liquid down a thirsty throat? It was a nice image at the very least. He smiled, appreciating that his friends had fallen still to give him a chance and get it all out.

“Of course, I say that the words don’t matter but that does not mean they were without meaning. It was just that neither of us needed to think about them because conversation took a life of it’s own, flowing on and on in a way we could drift along with. Like when I just began putting into words how attractive she was or how pleasurable it felt to be this close.”

The memory alone stirred up a blissful shiver.

Opposite from him Jeff and Brielle seemed to know exactly what he was talking about, both of them leaning against each other with dopey smiles on their faces and half-closed eyes. Meanwhile Ryan next to him slumped against the wall and seemed close to dozing off. Not like anyone could blame him. It was the middle of the night and by now the three were the only guests left. As the evening progressed it would be a surprise if people didn’t fall asleep.

He considered ushering the group to bed. But… he had never really had someone listen to him about this issue before and to be honest it was cathartic in a way to get it all out.

“Was it maybe the warmth of our drinks that melted one moment into the next? Or maybe the way the wind seemed to carry words and thoughts and anything else away for a while? Whichever it may have been, neither of us noticed how the longer I kept talking, the more pleasurable she found it to listen to me. Which may have been remarkable in hindsight, considering how the more she entrusted that mind to my words the more she began to shiver and moan. It almost seemed like that young woman’s mind felt the sheer sound of my voice with the intensity of soft, intimate touches. And it wasn’t before she was clutching my arm, openly panting in aroused heat that it dawned on me. It had happened again. Somehow it happens all the time. Like there were a pattern in the way I speak that inevitably draws someone in if they are willing to listen and follow the thoughts my voice offers.”

It was nice that his friends restrained their comments to moans under their breath. They clearly had to hold it in a fair bit, the excitement from not talking seemed to nearly overwhelm them as they shuddered and panted the moment he began to speak.

“It is like my words were putting her under a kind of hypnotic spell until all she could think about was whatever I told her. Like she were mesmerized to believe obeying this voice she hears meant pleasure and pleasure meant obedience. She was falling more and more under this spell the longer she kept listening. And kept listening only ever more intently the deeper she fell for me. By the time we realized this she was already so deep that the thought of obeying something I said alone was already sending wave after wave of pulsing arousal through her.”

Goodness, those three really gave it their all to hold back their opinions! They sounded just like that girl had as he wondered if the talk they had was going to turn her into a slave to the sound of his voice.

“In the end, of course, just as Ryan pointed out before, that just isn’t how flirting works. Of course in many ways a good flirt is about honing the art of seduction. Thus I could easily see how someone who enjoys this kind of flirt might get seduced into letting their thoughts fade the more they listen. Or might even get drawn into such a joyful haze that they start to crave doing as they are told when it is a safe time and place for that to happen. But in the end, a fun flirty dream is all it was. Because that is how that works.”

As he watched their faces Erik couldn’t help but wonder if they were already on their own way to dreamland. Ryan looked totally knocked out. Jeff was sprawled all over his seat, his mouth hanging but whatever comment he may have wanted to make long forgotten. And meanwhile Brielle rested on his chest, though her eyes fluttered open every now and again, unfocused and merely vaguely gazing in his direction. While one of her hands rested on a suspicious bulge in Jeff’s pants.

“That’s how it works. And yet, can you imagine why this keeps happening? It’s like this same dream keeps returning every time. During every flirt. As soon as I say something specific. Like, could it be possible that I would only need to say something as unusual as ‘Hibiscus puppets’ for that mind to drop right back into this dream of obedience and mindless submission? If that were so, can you imagine how powerful and intense the pleasure from this dream must be to draw them right back here when they feel it is appropriate and safe?”

The empty jug made a dull sound as it came to rest on the table. From across the room the waiter gave him a warning gesture by pointing at the clock. Sounds didn’t carry across the room as easily, but that wasn’t necessary to realize how late it had gotten. No wonder all three of them fell asleep.

“That woman is on her way home now, and honestly I don’t even know if she remembers the talk we had. That’s the thing about dreams, even if they leave an impression the brain usually remembers exactly as much or as little as it likes. What I do know is that she asked for my number right around the start, so who knows? If she really wants to, perhaps she will chat me up again sometime. After I returned to my senses and found that this weird flow had happened again I certainly did no longer dare ask for hers. Not when there were greater priorities. Like waking her up, for example. Because as comfortable as it may be to rest and dream with a kind voice flowing around those heads, eventually all the dreams will end and dissolve. As each dream gets followed by thoughts and awareness returning. But who am I kidding, of course you would already be so familiar with that. Speaking of which, you three, rise and shine. We gotta get you home safely as well after all. So c’mon, try to hear what I say so the sound can slowly guide you back up and awake!”

“Hmm… What?”

While rubbing the sleep from her eyes Brielle got up first. The guys took longer, but then again maybe they just really needed some shut-eye that bad.

“Sorry, probably bored you to death,” Erik shrugged, “Tell you what, as thanks for listening this round is all on me. Deal?”

“Awesome! Why didn’t you say that first? Feel free to always talk to me about your troubles from now on.” Jeff beamed at the news that he could leave his purse untouched tonight.

“Leech.” Ryan chuckled before turning pale at the sight of his smartphone display. “Shucks, folks, no choice here. I gotta run. Thanks for covering for me tonight. We should do this again sometime. I feel like I missed half of what you said. See you later!” And just like that he was out the door.

“He could at least have taken the time to say some proper goodbyes first if that’s how it was.” Despite her choice of words however Brielle didn’t sound displeased in the slightest. “Are you really gonna just treat us all? It’s perfectly fine for me to…”

“Don’t you worry about that. I was late and on top of that we only talked about my date today. This is the least one can do as thanks.”

“Ah. Maybe you really want to hold your horses then. Because sorry as I am to say after you went through the trouble of explaining it all, but I still feel pretty out of it. Not sure if anything of what we talked about stuck. Even though I finally hoped to understand just how to help you with your problem.”

“Don’t sweat it. Really, you guys were sleeping for most of it anyway. It would have been outstanding if you remembered the conversation in detail despite that.”

Even while responding a buzzing sound distracted him. A mail on his phone. From an unfamiliar number.

“Someone important?” Of course Brielle wouldn’t miss the effect these few digital words had on him. Which given his dumbfounded stare would likely have been hard even for a less attentive person. Like Jeff, who simply grunted: “Probably spam.”

“It’s her. The girl from earlier. She’s asking if this was my number and if so, if I remember what we had to drink during our talk. So that I can treat her to a repeat tomorrow evening at my place.”

“Smooth,” Brielle commented with a smirk, “So you can do it after all. Now I better hope your memory is more reliable than mine. I still can’t recall what that word was you mentioned along the way. Even though I really liked the expression. What was it? Did it have something to do with flowers?”

She was darn cute when she scrunched up her face like that. Without thinking he blurted out: “What? Did you mean ‘Hibiscus puppets’ maybe?”

As if struck by lightning both of them dropped whatever they were doing, eyes fluttering shut as they slumped in their seats. The change was far too dramatic so that even Erik could not have missed it.

“Oh fuck me,” he breathed as his eyes drank in the sight of his two hypnotized friends, “I did it again!” ***

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shemakesmusic-uk · 4 years ago

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discotreque · 5 years ago

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Picard 1.10: Et in Arcadia Ego, Part 2

I don't really do predictions or theories when I'm watching something. Partly because I prefer to go along for the ride while it's happening and wait to judge with the benefit of hindsight, but mainly because I'm very bad at it.

Anyway, let's discuss Episode 10 of Picard, in which a bunch of things happen that I would have sworn up and down were never going to happen, and a bunch of things I thought would for sure happen did not.

Spoilers for the season finale:

I think I feel about Picard S1 the same way I feel about Discovery so far: I like every single thing about it more than the writing. The casting is great, the actors are pretty much all superb, I'm horny as hell for the production design, the VFX are the best I've ever seen on television, I absolutely love Jeff Russo's music...

...and the scripts are, you know, fine. Mostly fine. Moments of excellence, no doubt, especially at the level of individual lines and scenes, but overall? New TV Trek has yet to pull off a complete season-story that really impressed me. (I have reasons for extremely high hopes re: Disco S3, but I will save them for another post.)

With all of that said: I didn't come here for the writing. I wanted to spend time with my old friend Jean-Luc Picard at the end of the 24th century, and I got it. The rest is gravy. Not, like, the awesome gravy my sister makes at Thanksgiving; decent B+ restaurant gravy. I'm still gonna dip my fries in it.

"To say you have no choice is a failure of imagination." The first great Picard line of the episode, but not the last.

Blah blah Romulan incest siblings blah blah blah. They couldn't have mentioned sooner that Narek was the family fuck-up or whatever? He would have been like 6% less boring.

Raffi and Rios constantly, lovingly dunking on each other is one of my favourite dynamics on this show.

Okay I was just joking last week about Saga's whole brain being in her eyeball but the fact that the damage to her eye fucked up her memories...

Why are they sitting outside the ship having a campfire? Isn't the ship basically fine? Why not hang out inside?

"The Thousand Days of Pain" is the name of my metal band.

Agnes using Saga's ripped-out eye to bypass the scanner had big Minority Report energy. Thank god she didn't have to chase it down a ramp while it rolled away from her.

"The way that children learn most things: by example."

RSVP Sutra, the only interestingly-written villain in this entire season. Tamlyn Tomita is super duper watchable as Commodore Oh/General Nedar (and looking fiiiine in that black uniform), but she has no personality or motivation beyond "grr, robots bad." Sutra lives in a society that's mostly twins, but her twin sister was fucking murdered. Obviously I don't agree with her actions, but I understood and cared about her motivations, which is more than I can say for any of the Romulans.

All those exterior shots of La Sirena wobbling through space with Picard at the helm were adorable.

We literally never see Narek again after the androids take him away. I hope they just threw him in a dumpster. Bye bitch.

Seven didn't do a ton of hand-to-hand combat on VOY, and she sure didn't fight like this. Jeri Ryan moves like she's heavy, like her bones are made of metal, like she's still full of dense Borg technology. She practically lumbers around, using her limbs like clubs; Peyton List bounces off her like she's hitting a solid steel wall. It's excellent choreography and so well executed by both women (and presumably their stunt doubles).

GET FUCKED, RIZZO. You were barely interesting enough to hate, but I did hate you.

"'The Picard Maneuver.' Wait, that's actually a thing, isn't it?" Ell oh ell.

Loved the way the Romulan ships' disruptors sizzled and crackled when they were powering up.

What was wrong with Planetary Sterilization Patterns 1 through 4?

That motherfucking fanfare when the Starfleet ships came in. Awwww yeah.

ACTING CAPTAIN WILL RIKER. Still kinda wish it had been Worf on the Entrepreneur, though, because I'm greedy: we already saw Riker!

I do have my problems with the writing, but I loved the way they resolved the three-way standoff between the Romulans, Starfleet, and the ch'khalagu: not with an epic space battle, but with diplomacy and self-sacrifice and trust in the essential goodness of each other. (Plus, I guess, the threat of an epic space battle.) It was so perfectly TNG in so many ways.

All the Riker stuff was so fan-servicey. Which I'm mostly fine with: I'm a fan, after all, and I like to be serviced from time to time. But it felt a little like one slice too many of chocolate cake.

I wish the tips of the tentacles had got cut off when the portal closed. That would have been cooler, right?

What can I say about watching Jean-Luc Picard die. He's been my captain for 30 years. I physically fucking felt it. And making an android copy of him, while awesome, did not really diminish the emotional impact.

On a lighter note, I need to know what Jeri and Santiago were actually drinking in that scene, because it straight-up looked like soap. Yuck.

I also really like the dynamic between Rios and Seven. They both act a little harder than they are, and I think they see through each other's acts, but there's enough mutual respect (and self-interest) there to let each other get away with it. And no romantic tension whatsoever. Delightful.

I want to hug all of them so much :(

The blank grey surface of everything in the simulation was very creepy.

Oh Data. Oh, Data. My heart was already aching and then...

Listen. Like a fucking idiot, I went and saw Nemesis on opening night. I don't even remember what I was expecting, but I do remember walking out of the theatre with my friend and agreeing never to speak of it again. Data died, but the movie was so shitty I could barely feel anything about it. This episode gave me the emotional closure I've been waiting for since December 13, 2002.

It's also, if you think about it, a pretty hilarious "fuck you" to Nemesis in general: "You guys did such a bad job of killing Data we had to bring him back to life just so we could kill him properly."

They've been slightly aging-up Patrick Stewart all season. I stopped noticing it after a while, so seeing him without it at the end was quite a shock.

"You... you haven't made me immortal?!" "Relax, man. Everyone was paying attention." Okay, Altan can stay.

Speaking of ol’ A.I., can't he just make another golem for himself? Was there something unique about the one they put Picard in?

I thought I recognized the voice of the woman singing "Blue Skies" on my first watch, but I couldn't place her. Turns out that was Isa Briones herself, which meant I cried even harder the second time through.

"And our little life is rounded with a sleep." Goodbye, Data.

Seven and Raffi???????

SEVEN AND RAFFI?????????????

And once again, Jeff Russo ends the season with a mash-up of the old theme and the new one. Give my man another Emmy! Give him two!

God damn. What a ride. Let me climb into my clown shoes for one last shitty prediction. I think next season is going to be what I wanted from this season: Picard and his motley crew of rogues bopping around the galaxy having roguish adventures. Fingers crossed!

And thanks for reading. Star Trek is always more fun with friends.

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dannymillerfansite · 5 years ago

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EMMERDALE SPOILERS: AARON’S HEARTBROKEN SAYS ACTOR DANNY MILLER

Aaron Dingle takes on ‘cousin’ Mandy when she takes advantage of the Dingle clan. With Robron coming to an emotional end, Emmerdale actor Danny Miller talks about his new feud and filming Robron’s final scenes…

You’d think with all the turmoil going on in Robron’s lives at the moment the last thing Aaron Dingle would want to do is get embroiled in someone else’s drama – think again! His new nemesis is none other than Mandy Dingle!

Since arriving back in the village, Mandy has been sponging off Aaron’s nearest and dearest – Chas and Paddy, Marlon and Uncle Zak. But when Chas discovers a bag full of stolen casino chips, Aaron steps in. Actor Danny Miller explains more…

“Aaron takes an instant disliking to Mandy when she comes back,” Danny says. “When he finds out from Chas that she’s nicked this bag of casino chips, he wants to knock her down a peg or two, because she’s been asking Paddy, Marlon and Zak for money and the whole time, she has this money in her pocket. Aaron decides to give her a taste of her own medicine, taking the chips off her and takes them to a friend who works in a casino to cash in the chips.”

“Aaron is trying to have as much as fun as he can with Robert. They enjoy having some money in their pocket, especially as they don’t have long left together…”

Given the troubled times ahead for Aaron and Robert, could Aaron be adding to their worries by making an enemy of Mandy. Will she break the Dingle code and retaliate?

“Aaron doesn’t really care that Mandy is experienced in these kind of situation, or if she knows the right people in these situations,” adds Danny. “If anything he’s testing how far he can push her. He doesn’t like his family being mugged off and for that reason he decides to teach her a lesson.

“The pub is closed so Chas is struggling for money, Zak needs a few quid, so in his head the logic is he’s going to nick it, give Mandy a share, pay everyone else in the family, and keep some for him and Robert. He knows she can’t go to the police about it because she’d be dobbing herself in.”

Meeting at the scrapyard, Aaron gives Mandy a dressing down for how she’s treated the family. When he reveals that he’s taking a commission, Mandy goes berserk. A heated argument leads to Aaron ‘accidentally’ dropping the bag of money into the fire pit. Mandy and Vinny are distraught, but is all as it seems? Who has Mandy stolen the money from and will that in turn bring trouble to the Dingle’s door?

“As you can imagine £18,000 cash going in the fire, nobody is going to be best pleased,” quips Danny. “But she’s fuming because she needs the money for something unbeknown to Aaron.

“Aaron just thinks she’s ripping off his family, even though she is family, and he wants to knock her down a peg or two. You can’t come back to the village and think you run this family. he really gives it to her.

“As far as the Dingles are concerned its just the casino that’s out of pocket – but then again I don’t know who owns the casino…”

For Danny, this is the first time he’s got to work with Lisa Riley, who plays Mandy and it seems the two have plenty in common.

“She’s brilliant,” he enthuses. “Someone said she’s the female version of Danny Miller. We got off on the right foot from the start and it bodes well for the future because I love working with her and her character. Aaron and Mandy seem to play off each other really well. I’m a big fan of Lisa’s. Thought she was brilliant in Three Girls and when I went over to Scott and Bailey, the production team sent me her episode to get a feel for the show, and she was brilliant in that.

“I feel very blessed I get to work with Lisa Riley. Her enthusiasm and joy for the job is amazing. I can’t believe I’m getting to work with her. She won’t thank me for saying this but I used to watch her as a kid on You’ve Been Framed, and now we’re actually friends!”

With Robert Sugden’s departure hurtling towards us and the end of the #Robron era, does this mean we’ll see more of Aaron with other members of the Dingle clan?

“Definitely,” Danny exclaims. “Often, because of Robert and Aaron’s partnership, they seem to be inseparable on screen and in their stories which is great for me and Ryan, but we also like to spread your wings and do other things and have our own sense of individuality on the show. I don’t know what’s coming up for the Dingles but I’ll be back working with Jeff Hordley again. Cain and Aaron have always worked really well together, there’s a hidden love there for each other, so working with Jeff again will be incredible. I’m looking forward to him having a bit of rebellion and seeing how Aaron’s life unfold a bit now that he’s lost his one true love.

So how is Aaron feeling in general with Robert’s potential prison sentence looming? Is he is as worst state as the Robron fans?

“He’s heartbroken,” Danny sympathises. “He knows the core of his family will just be ripped away from him. It’s almost inevitable that Robert’s going to prison but we don’t know how long it will be for at this point. He knows he’s going to lose the love of his life but he’s also going to lose him to the worse possible way, which is behind bars.

“Aaron’s been there and done that and we all saw how terribly wrong that went, the mistakes that he made and the impact it had on his family. He’s worried Robert may go down that same route and what it might mean for the relationship. Does he wait for Robert; does Robert wait for him. He’s confused and desperate to cling on to as much love and happiness as he can whilst he’s here.

“In a nutshell, he’s utterly devastated but he’s putting on the bravest of faces to try and not show Robert he’s going to struggle while he’s inside. He’s grabbing every minute with Robert while he can.”

The Robron fandom is a powerful force, with many friendships formed, fundraising for charity, brilliant fan art, fan fiction, etc so the news of the end of an era was always going to be hard. So what’s Danny made of the fan reaction since Ryan’s departure was announced?

“I’d honestly say that for the first time, it’s split down the middle 50/50,” Danny says. “People are angry and upset that the couple are coming to an end and they don’t understand that it’s a decision that every actor should take at some point – to go out there and spread their wings and unfortunately with that you lose the character. And then other people are excited to see what Ryan gets up to and thanking the couple for the stories they’ve told over the past four or five years. That’s the most important thing to the fans, the representation of the couple and the representation of them being two best mates who just happen to be madly in love with each other. As the old saying goes ‘love is love’ and it doesn’t matter who it is with.

“They’ve had some great stories together – breaking up, getting back together, doing stupid things, one night stands, and all that kind of stuff and I think people will miss that and I’ll miss that because I’m also losing a friend as well as my co-star. It’s quite a sad time really but I’m excited for Ryan. I think he’ll do really well and he might be back in a couple of years or that might be it for Ryan at Emmerdale and he’ll go off and do amazing things. Time will tell but all we can do now is tell a story to the best of our abilities to keep a little bit of a surprise even though people know he’s leaving.

Most fans are already dreading the inevitable final scene but imagine being Ryan and Danny! Will those final Robron scenes be weird to film?

“We’ve done a lot of the goodbye, upset ones, and there was real raw emotion in there for both Ryan and myself,” admits Danny. “There was a very emotional scene when I speak to him for the first time when he’s in prison, and at that point I realised it was real and this is actually happening and there were some genuine tears. We’ve been very close Ryan and I over the past four years. It won’t be the same without him but the show goes on and we’ll have to wait and see what happens to Aaron…

After losing Kelvin Fletcher (Andy Sugden), Adam Thomas (Adam Barton), and now Ryan Hawley, Danny’s yet to find a new bromance but its his on-screen sister who he is closest to now.

He explains: “I’m very close to Isobel Steele (Liv Flaherty) and her family and vice versa. I’m often round at her house, we’ve got a really solid friendship there.

When I saw Isobel in the audition I instantly knew she’s going to be a superstar, and we need her, we have to have her here before she gets older and goes off to do more amazing things. Kate Oates, then producer, was in total agreement. Kate said: ‘You need to guide Isobel in the right way and help her out.’ But, I would never tell her what to do but just say this is my advice from my experience and this is what I did wrong. This girl’s got the head and shoulders of an older woman, she’s very clever and talented. All I ever wanted to do is push her on and give her the confidence to express herself and show how good she really is. Now, she’s not afraid to suggest extra little lines or ways to develop a scene. If I’ve had anything to do with it I’m very proud of her, but she’s done it herself, she’s very switched on.

“Also, Lucy Pargeter and Dominic Brunt are my go-to’s – Jeff Hordley and Mark Charnock as well. Those I work the most and closest with. I came in to Emmerdale when I was a kid and every one of them looked after me and mentored and nurtured me in to the business and in to the job. I can’t thank them enough for it.”

Interview by The Emmerdaily

#emmerdale #Robron #danny miller #Aaron Dingle #spoilers

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katiekitty261 · 6 years ago

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Desperation//Michael LangdonxFem!Reader

This is my anon requested fic about pissing off Michael and him fucking the shit out of you. Degradation filled, this is honestly a sin. (Post red glove, pre-apocalypse Michael) also, you’re Jeff’s sister. You can imagine adopted or not :). I stared at this gif for an uncomfortably long time.

Word Count- 5,000+ (I went a little overboard)

warnings- Michael has a fun time punishing you, need I say more?

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Jeff. I didn’t want to work for your stupid Robotics company, so why are you forcing me to work for this Cooperative?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared at your bother, a look of annoyance in his eye that matched yours.

“You don’t have a choice, (Y/N). We need all hands on deck now. The company’s gone. We work for him now.”

“Who’s him? I haven’t agreed to anything.”

Jeff gestured to the door, and as if he was waiting for his dramatic cue, A tall golden-haired man walked through the door. He was adorned in an all-black affair, making his porcelain skin and ghostly blue eyes stand out. He approached you slowly, taking his sweet time as he crossed the room.

“Michael Langdon, this is my sister (Y/N), (Y/N), this is Michael Langdon…the Antichrist.” You knitted your brows together, and couldn’t hold back a laugh as you stared at the man before you.

“Something wrong?” He tilted his head at you, you covered your mouth as you snickered, trying to compose yourself.

“No way in hell you’re the antichrist. I’ve seen scarier people catcall me in the street.”

Michael’s eyes flashed with anger and he took a heavy step toward you, his hands clenched in tight fists like he was prepared to throw a punch at you any second. Jeff’s hand grabbed him by the coat sleeve and pulled him to a stop.

“I wouldn’t go insulting him, (Y/N). He could kill you in the blink of an eye. Literally.” Jeff said with a very uncomfortable tone. You had a feeling he had witnessed exactly that.

You eyed Michael as he stood still in front of you, his hands still clenched in tight fists and his lips pulled together as if he was holding back a slew of curse words.

“I thought the Antichrist would be more...Buff?” You propositioned, “Right?” You heard Mutt’s voice from across the room making you laugh. Michaels' eyes closed in clear annoyance.

“I won’t tolerate your lack of respect (Y/N),” Michael spoke, seemingly finally finding his voice.

Ignoring the fact you enjoyed hearing your name fall from his lips, you raised an eyebrow at him and leaned against the desk behind you, “Or what? Are you going to kill me? I don’t think Jeff here would like it very much if you killed his sister. Especially when I know you need his help.”

“I won't hesitate to kill you if you continue to disrespect me or disobey me. I will slit your throat on the spot in front of him and he won’t do a thing about it.” His voice was commanding and sent a chill down your spine, but it wasn’t from fear. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and steeled your nerves.

“I guess we'll just have to see then, won’t we Michael?” You made sure to look him in the eyes as you spoke his name. Judging by his response, He clearly didn’t want you calling him by his first name. Fire blazed behind his cerulean irises and it made you smile knowing how little it took for you to get under his skin.

“I don’t obey” You turned as you spoke, you could feel all eyes on you in the room as you made confident strides toward the exit. You called his bluff, knowing he wouldn't follow after you despite your words.

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Against your protests, you did end up working for the Cooperative. However, there was a silver lining. Instead of filling your days with paperwork and boring business calls, you made it your job to absolutely annoy the fuck out of Michael Langdon. It was just too much fun to see him get angry at you for the smallest grievances, like leaving the door to his office open when he told you to keep it closed, or ignoring him when he spoke to you like he wasn’t there much like a middle schooler would for a kid they didn’t like. It was the little things that really pissed him off. You didn’t know exactly why you were even brave enough to continuously push his buttons, everyone else seemed to have a firm grip on the reality that he was the Antichrist.

Despite the fact he gave you an eyeful of his fancy “666” scar, you pretended to ignore that simple fact about him.

You discovered all kinds of fun ways you could annoy the great “Michael Langdon”, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped at you. You didn’t care much if he ended up killing you over it. He was planning on blowing up the world anyway and you were certain he’d lock the door to any sanctuary if you tried to get inside. Not that you wanted to spend an eternity locked in an underground box with that man.

“Ms. (Y/N), Mr. Langdon has requested to see you in his office.” The voice of Michael’s robot mommy broke you out of your musings, making you frown.

“I don’t care.” You crossed your legs as you looked at the women, her arms tucked behind her back. “It’s not an option (Y/N), I was ordered to bring you to his office.”

“Well, he’s just gonna have to wait. I’m Busy.” You grabbed a random stack of papers and pretended to inspect them, but Mead had walked over to your side and grabbed you by the collar, yanking you so hard you were surprised it didn’t rip your blouse.

“Not an option.” She spoke again, beginning to pull you by your collar practically choking you. You struggled to get her off of your shirt but you couldn’t make her robotic hand budge. She began to drag you behind her, you fought her all the way until you both reached the door to Michaels office.

She shoved you into his office making you stumble and almost fall to your knees, not being able to keep your balance on your black heels. Mead slammed his office door loudly behind you and left you enclosed and alone with a particularly pissed off looking Michael. You straightened your skirt and gave Michael a sickeningly sweet smile.

“To what do I owe this honor, oh mighty Antichrist?” You said in a mocking tone.

Michael took a deep breath as he stared at you, his eyes scanning you with a bored expression as he lounged in his seat behind his desk.

“Was this you, (Y/N)?” He pushed a piece of paper to your attention, you walked over to inspect it.

The paper read in black bold ink, CANCEL ALL APPOINTMENTS FOR MR. LANGDON ON MONDAY AFTERNOON, HIS REGULAR VISIT WITH RYAN REYNOLDS TO RESUME.

You didn’t bother holding back your laughter.

“Yep, that was me. I thought you might enjoy a little visit from Ryan, everyone else around here seems to enjoy him.”

Michael looked the opposite of amused.

“Do you have a death wish, (Y/N)? Because you don’t seem to understand how close you are to me snapping your neck.”

His tone was cold, but you didn’t pay attention to it. His threats fell deaf on your ears as you stood before him.

“Not at all Michael, I don’t wanna die. I wouldn't have nearly as much in hell without you there.”

“What are you after then?” He said, quietly almost as if he was only saying it to himself. His hand supported his chin, and he tapped a long finger to his lips as he was thinking. You allowed yourself to stare back, taking in the view.

You weren’t blind, you knew Michael was absolutely gorgeous. Probably the most beautiful person (If you could call him that) you had ever seen. Besides the fact that you constantly joked about him, there was something you deeply admired. He carried himself with an air of superiority that made the average man’s knees buckle at the sight of him. You admired the power he held, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t occasionally feel a wetness between your legs when he entered a room.

Michael Langdon was born of chaos and sin, and you enjoyed dipping your toes into the chaos.

“Can I go now? I’m very busy and you’re cutting into my valuable time by staring me down.”

A smirk graced his lips and he sat back in his chair, his hands gripping both armrests as he looked at you with his unsettling grin.

“I know what you're after.” He spoke, his voice even and smooth. You tilted your head in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

Michael got up from his chair, making his way over to you until he was practically towering over your form. His eyes burning into you as he stared you down. Every muscle in your body wanted to move, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of him knowing that he made you uncomfortable.

He brought his lips to your ear, his hot breath on your exposed skin and his close proximity made goosebumps spring up on your arms. “You want me, To punish you…” His voice was barely a whisper, but it sent a shiver down your whole body. Your mouth went dry, and you were at a loss for words.

“I have no I-idea what you’re talking about,” You cursed yourself for stuttering, this time you were definitely trying to back your way to the door.

“Oh, is that so (Y/N)? If I pressed you against the wall right now and put my fingers between your thighs are you telling me you wouldn’t be dripping for me?” His lips were a millimeter away from yours now, his eyes piercing into you like he was looking directly into your soul.

You tried to find the words to respond, but just as your brain finally connected with your mouth he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him so there was space between you and the wall, throwing open the door to his office with one motion and pushing you out and straight onto your ass.

“Fuck you, Michael.” you sneered at him, trying to fix your skirt that was now riding dangerously high on your thighs as you sat in a heap on the floor.

“You don’t deserve it.” He smirked one last time before slamming the door hard in your face.

For the next few days, you were hyper-aware of Michael every time he was in the same room with you. He seemed to notice it too, that smug bastard always painted a smirk on his face when he noticed you. You were angry. Angry that he knew exactly was your darkest desires for him were. Angry he was making you feel this way.

He was enjoying the peace and quiet from your lack of annoying presence far too much. You weren’t going to let him win.

You made sure to wear your sluttiest ‘work’ outfit, for good measure. A short and skin-tight black pencil skirt that made your ass rival that of the antichrist’s himself. A crimson red blouse that left little to the imagination in the cleavage department, unbuttoned just one button lower than what was probably considered decent.

You weren’t wearing it to tease Michael specifically, but one employee that you knew could be convinced to do anything if a good pair of breasts were in his face. You sauntered through the hallways, swaying your hips as you walked.

You stopped at a desk, the brunette sitting behind it looking like he was having a hard time concentrating at his computer with the pile of cocaine in front of him.

“Mutt,” You said, propping yourself on the edge of his desk and leaning over to look at him. His eyes met yours and then widened when he saw what you were wearing.

“Uh, (Y/N)... what is it?”

“I wanted to ask you a favor.” You smiled at him, he looked around as if he was trying to see if anyone else noticed, not that you cared. You’d never actually go for him, not only was he your brothers best friend he definitely wasn't your type.

“What kind of favor are we talking here?”

“I want the key,” You moved closer, so your face was next to his. “To Michaels office.”

“Michaels office? I can’t give you that!”

“Shh, don’t scream it.” You put your hand up to silence him. “Yes, you can. I know you have the key to his office, and I just wanna give him a little gift. Isn’t that ok?” You pouted your lips, and he stirred in his chair uncomfortably.

“He’ll kill me if I let you have the key. Especially you…”

“What do you mean, Especially me? Michael loves me.”

Mutt laughed but shut his mouth when you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I promise I’ll bring it right back, please…” You batted your eyelashes at him. He sighed and reached into a drawer in his desk and produced a small golden key.

“Thank you!” You hopped off the desk and grabbed the key, a smile of satisfaction on your face.

You made your way to Michael’s office, knowing around this time he was usually away from his desk. You didn’t actually have a gift for him, or any plans really of what you were going to do once you actually got into his office, but you did know he would absolutely hate it if you went in there without his permission so that's exactly what you were planning on doing.

As you rounded the corner, you saw the man you were looking for doing exactly that. You watched discreetly as he shut the door to his office and walked off in the opposite direction. This was your moment.

You walked up quickly and as quietly as you possibly could with your heels, sliding the key into the lock and stepping into his empty office and shutting the door behind you.

His office wasn’t anything super special, it was modestly decorated with dark red walls and black furniture. It was bare of anything that was personal, which made it feel empty. Even you had a silly picture of you and Jeff on your desk, as much as you disliked him sometimes. It was kind of sad when you thought about it that he didn’t have anything personal decorating his office.

Walking over to the large black desk, you inspected it. It was covered in various stacks of paper and a silver laptop closed in the center.

“Well, this is boring… what can I play with?” You said to yourself. Bending over to inspect the drawers.

You dug through every one, nothing special in them either. Until you came to one of bottom drawers. It was locked.

“Why would he lock his office and his drawers? You must be hiding something good in here….” You whispered as you pulled on the drawer, definitely locked.

Good thing you weren’t a good child. You dug around Michael's desk and found two paper clips, with a little bending and twisting, the lock clicked open.

Inside was a sleek black notebook. You pulled it out and stared at it, “is this his diary?” You laughed at the thought. Did the antichrist really keep a diary?

When you flipped it open you were silent. It was a photo album.

An older woman with greying blonde hair smiled in the photograph. Her floral print dress and hairdo made her look straight out of the 70s. She was holding a cigarette to her lips, and a glass of some kind of alcohol in her other hand. “Grandma” was written at the bottom of the photograph. This was his family? You didn’t even know the antichrist could have a real family. You knew from Jeff that they had built his ‘Mother for him’, but they didn’t necessarily say the women she was modeled after was his real mother. He called mead his “One true ally”, and the only person who never gave up on him.

As you flipped through the pages you saw images of a blonde toddler, with crystal blue eyes you’d recognize anywhere. They were pictures of a baby Michael. For some reason, Staring at the photos made you feel sad for him. If he had a real family, where were they? Why did they give up on him?

You didn’t have time to ponder the thought. While staring at the photographs, you didn’t notice the door to the office open. A furious looking Michael stood in the doorway.

“Michael I-” You were about to explain, but Michael dropped what he was holding and rushed up to you. He grabbed you by the throat with a dangerous strength, slamming you against the wall practically choking the life out of you.

You struggled against him, his fingers pressing so hard into your throat you couldn’t breathe, you choked and sputtered trying to get him to release you from his hold. You made eye contact with him, nothing but a burning rage stared back at you. You tried to grab at anything, his shirt, his face, his hair, but he only strengthened his grip on your throat. Was this how it was going to end?

Just as blackness started to ink your vision, Michael released you and you fell to the ground. Coughing and gasping as your lungs burned for air, you were barely conscious.

“What’s your plan (Y/N), you break into my office and go through my personal shit?” Michael grabbed your arm with a bruising grip and pulled you off the ground.

“I’m so fucking tired of you. Look at you, I could snap your neck right now and yet, I can smell the desperation coming from you.”

You stared up from him, unsure how to respond. He was painfully right. Michael had almost choked you unconscious, but the heat between your thighs was making itself present.

“You’re such a little slut,” He grabbed you by the jaw, making you look up at him. “I saw you bending yourself over that bowl cut coke heads desk. Is that how you got the key?”

“How did you see-” You tried to argue, his grip on your jaw tightened and he brought his other hand up, smacking your face with a force that made your vision blur.

“I didn’t say you could speak, slut.” He brought his hand up to your cheek again, smacking you so hard you knew that you wouldn’t leave without a very large bruise decorating your face. That’s if he let leave.

“And the way you dress…” He slid his ring-clad hand down your exposed collarbone and to the edge of your blouse, before ripping it open, the buttons flying off and falling to the ground. “Michael!” You yelled, Michael smiled a wicked smile, “I always knew you loved to be punished, (Y/N), but I didn’t think you’d go this far.” He spun his chair around, sitting in it gracefully before pulling you over. He forcefully bent you over his knees, so you were laying on your stomach across him and the chair. Your already short skirt was now barely covering your soaking core.

Michael ran his fingers along the back on your thighs, you felt yourself shiver at his touch.

“Bad girls get punished…” He whispered, his voice was deep and filled with lust.

He pushed your skirt up revealing the thin lace thong you had decided to wear, the red fabric matched your shirt almost perfectly. He ran his hand along your exposed ass, goosebumps raising on your skin as he brought his hand up, bringing it down with a loud smack.

You cried out, Michael was spanking you. You gripped the edges of the chair, part of you wanted to leave, roll off his lap and escape his office and never look back. A bigger part of you was enjoying it.

He spanked you again, at this rate your whole body would be decorated with Michael’s handprint. His fingers pushed your panties to the side and he slid a finger against your dripping wetness.

“You really are soaked…” He growled, slipping a finger inside you in one quick motion that made you moan out loud. Just as quickly as he touched you, he pulled away. You strained your neck to look over your shoulder as he did, watching him bring his finger to his lips and taste you.

He ran his hand over your ass again, you felt the stinging from his smacks quell with the touch of his warm palm. “I shouldn’t pleasure you… after all, you don't deserve it, but you’d enjoy anything I did to you, Wouldn’t you (Y/N)?” He brought his hand down on your ass again. “Say it. Say that you’d enjoy anything I’d do to you, little slut.”

“I-I’d enjoy anything… Please,” You moaned out, feeling Michael’s long fingers tease at your aching clit.

“Say my name, (Y/N).” He ordered.

“Please Michael!” He slid two fingers inside of you at your words, making you moan as you spoke.

Michael’s fingers worked like magic inside you. You couldn’t hold back your moans as he fingered you over his lap, curving them ever so slightly hitting that spot perfectly inside you. His thumb occasionally brushing over your aching clit, sending you closer and closer to the edge.

“Are you going to cum (Y/N)? Cum right on my fingers like the whore you are?”

“Yes, Michael… Please,”

“Please what?” He stopped moving and it made you cry out. “Please make me cum Michael!” You begged, he obliged. He increased the pace of his fingers inside of you, making you reach your peak quickly, you moaned his name loudly as you finally came, barely being able to catch your breath.

He reached over and placed his fingers into your open mouth, making you suck them clean. Now that his fingers weren’t inside of you, you finally realized you could feel the bulge of his cock beneath you, straining against the fabric of his pants and pressing against your lower belly. You were still extremely turned on despite your orgasm, and you wanted nothing more than to grind yourself against his cock until he let you come undone.

“Stand up,” Michael ordered, you quickly stood up in front of him, trying to pull your skirt down but he grabbed your wrist to stop you. “I’m not done with you, It’s my turn now.”

He stood up, towering above you as he looked down on you, watching you as your eyes dragged over his form. Even clothed, he was exquisite. “Get on your knees.” He ordered. You dropped immediately making him smile down at you.

“At least you’re good at something.” he ran his fingers through your hair, you stared up at him and he nodded, urging you on.

You ran your fingers over the soft leather of the belt, before unhooking it and sliding it off. Next came the buttons and the zipper, finally reaching in the fabric of his silk boxers and pulling out his heavy dripping cock. He was already fully hard, and you gulped at the sight of it. He was absolutely massive, because of course he was.

You tasted the tip of his cock, savoring the salty flavor of his precum as you licked the sensitive head. Michael groaned above you, his fingers gripping your hair tighter. You put your lips around him and sucked, running your tongue over him generously as you began to take him in your mouth, Michael encouraged you with moans of his own. You brought your hand up and stroked him as you sucked, suppressing your gag reflex to try and take as much of him as you could, which was almost impossible considering his size.

“You’re a good little slut, aren’t you? Sucking my cock like its the last thing you’ll ever taste…” Michael purred, “And it might be after I'm done with you.”

Your stomach sank a little at his threat, but you continued with your movements on his cock. If this was going to be the last thing you ever did, you were going to make sure you fucking enjoyed it.

You placed your hands on his muscular thighs and pushed out your tongue so he could fully press his cock into your mouth, Michael seemed to get the message and put his hands on the back of your head and pressed his cock deep into your throat. You felt saliva dripping down your chin as he began to fuck your mouth, his fingers pulling hard at your hair as you let him have his way with you.

His cock was brushing the back of your throat, making you choke and grip his thighs harder. He responded with speeding up his pace, the feeling of his cock pushing into your throat was like nothing you had ever experienced before. You prepared yourself, thinking that at this pace he was going to cum soon. As he ravaged your throat, you realized you were wrong.

Michael suddenly let go of your hair and pulled his cock from your lips, a string of saliva connecting the head to your lips for a moment as you caught your breath.

Michael waved his hand and made you stand upright, against your own will. You felt your body vibrate, he had used his magic on you. For some reason, the thought turned you on even more, if that was possible. Michael then made a sweeping motion, the stuff flying off his deck, minus his laptop. “Lay back.” He spoke, you nodded and hopped up on the edge of his desk, you could feel your wetness practically dripping out of you at this point. You laid back at his command, and Michael stepped between your legs. He traced his fingers over your panties again before literally ripping them off of you.

“Michael!” You yelled, was he going to destroy all of your clothes? “You won’t be needing them anymore.” He answered simply.

His fingers slid against your wet lips and he pressed against your clit again. “So wet, so needy… You’ve always wanted his, haven’t you? You’ve dreamt about all the ways you wished I’d fuck you?” He pressed harder, making your legs shake and you cry out his name.

“Tell me how much you want me, how much you want me to fill up your sweet little cunt with my cock.”

“Please fuck me, Michael,” You found yourself begging, “I want you so badly… I-I’ve always-” He slammed the full length of his cock into your awaiting entrance, making you gasp in pleasure. His size and thickness made it almost painful, but the pain was the last thing you cared about.

Michael took one of your legs and bent it forward so he could fuck you deeper, and with his other hand, he snapped off your bra and tossed it onto the floor. His hand kneading your breast as he slowly began to fuck you.

“This is what you were made for,” Michael breathed, increasing the pace of his thrusts. “Made to take my cock like the slut you are.”

“I was made for you…” You moaned out, Michael smirked and wrapped his hand around your bruised throat. “That’s right (Y/N). I want you to feel the pain of this when I’m done with you.” He pressed his hand harder into your throat making you see stars as he fucked you long and hard. His cock pounding into you repeatedly as he held you down.

Following up on his words, he released your throat and smacked your face again, making you cry out in pain. He pressed his cock into you deeper at your cries, leaning forward and pressing his long fingers into your mouth. He pressed his fingers on your tongue and you sucked them greedily, enjoying the taste of his skin. He took his fingers out and pressed them to your clit again, making you moan “Michael, Fuck…”

“Scream it, I want everyone to know how good I'm fucking you.” He increased his pace with his fingers and his cock sending you into overdrive, You screamed his name multiple times until you were hoarse in the throat.

A white-hot heat burned inside your lower regions as he continued, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back much longer. “Michael,” You panted, “I-I’m going to… I’m gonna cum!”

“Good. Cum around my cock slut, I wanna feel you.” He groaned, triggering your release as you finally came, feeling your tight walls squeeze around his cock as he continued his relentless pace. Michael pulled out of you unexpectedly, making you whine at the feeling.

“Get back on your knees,” He ordered, you followed his order with shaking legs, falling to your knees in front of him, His cock was dripping with your creamy fluid as he stroked it with his hand. It was truly a sight to behold.

“Beg me to cum in your mouth slut, I want to hear how badly you want my cum down your throat.”

You put your hands on your knees and looking up at him, his eyes clouded with lust as he stared down at you on your knees in front of him, stroking his massive length and licking his lips.

“Please Michael, Cum in my mouth,” You begged sincerely, “I want to taste you so bad…” You practically moaned the last words and he pushed his cock back into our mouth. The taste of his cock mixed with your wetness was intoxicating. He pressed his cock as deep as he could in your throat with one thrust as he released his thick cum.

The taste and feeling were indescribable as his cock pulsed into your mouth, releasing ropes of the sticky cum down your throat which you swallowed. When he finally pulled his cock from your lips, he was softening.

Michael laughed, making you look at him in confusion. “Have you learned your lesson? Or are you going to continue to disobey me until I fuck you again?”

You licked your lips at the thought, if this was your punishment, you definitely weren’t planning on stopping.

He waved his hand again and stood you up, pulling your face to his and pressing his lips to yours. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, tasting himself as he kissed you deeply. He ran his fingers on the bruises forming on your skin, breaking from the kiss to smile as his handiwork.

“Maybe I’ll keep you around for a little while longer.”

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tayrae515imagines · 6 years ago

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You’re my Always and I’m your Forever.

Requested: Yes by literally no one but love it anyways.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault, mentions of self-harm, mentions of suicide. Trigger warnings. Jeff being an actual angel.

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Summary: In which Jeff is proud of his girlfriend for telling her side of the story.

Authors Note: I started rewatching thirteen reasons why and I forgot how much I love this show. Yes, it’s a heavy watch and has some uncomfortable topics that I think are important. But whether you agree with me or not I think we can all agree that Jeff deserved better. This is kinda shitty but I was inspired.

“I did something.” You let the words out with a deep breath of air, almost like you were holding them in. You loved Jeff and could never be afraid of him but you were afraid of his reaction to this.

“What did you do Y/N?” He turned to you, his beautiful brown eyes, staring at the paper in your hands, his head tilting in curiosity. “What’s that babe?”

“I got lost in thought again and I didn’t want all my emotions to just sit there. It was a bad moment but I didn’t want it to be a bad day. So I wrote...and maybe had Ryan publish it in the school's paper. Look it was a big step and I didn’t think about it...I just wanted to share my side and I know you may not agree with putting myself out there like that but I had to tr-”

“Y/N! Babe. Calm down and let me read.” Jeff took your hands and sat you down gently, his low tone instantly calmed you down and you stopped rambling.

“W-what?” You breathe, looking at him in disbelief.

“I want to be the first...well second to read it. Before everyone in school does. I’m your boyfriend and I’m always going to love and support you. Even when you do stupid things like put chocolate syrup in coke, which is gross. I don’t care what you say...it’s nasty.”

“Hey! It is not.”

Jeff chuckled and held his large hand out. “Give me the paper.”

Taking a small breath in you nod, handing him the slightly crumpled piece of paper that moments ago felt like such liberation.

Jeff leaned back in his chair his eyes glued to the paper as he read.

This is hard. This is all hard for me. Talking about this...excuse me, writing about this. Thinking it over in my head is one thing but seeing the words printed on paper is another. It all seems so surreal. I know most of you reading probably have your own thoughts about me or quite honestly might not even like me. I Mean who would like the girl who yelled rape? Right?

But hey, don’t I at least deserve a chance to state my side.

Before you even have time to answer, I’ll do it for you. The answer is yes. Yes, I deserve to tell my side and yes I deserve to be heard. So lean back, get comfortable and read. I’m sure you’ll all be talking about this tomorrow.

I’ve always been a simple girl and I’ve always minded my own business. But in the halls of liberty high, it seems like everyone knows everything about everybody. Girls walk around the halls only to get treated like toys for the boys. It’s sickening but no one seems to bat an eye. It must be to much work to care about something that actually matters.

The truth is you don’t know me. You don’t know what happened to me. No matter how much you think you do.

I don’t exactly know why it’s so hard for everyone to believe the truth when it’s handed to you on a sparking, silver plater. Yes, I did get drunk at that party but no, I did not give Bryce Walker permission to touch me. Did he seem to care? No. I’m not the first of his accusers and I know I won’t be the last. But when are we going to stop trying to hide the predator and start protecting the victims? Getting drunk is NOT consent and it’s NOT an excuse for what Bryce did.

I’m past the point of wanting justice. It doesn’t seem like wanting that is working out for me. But you know what? I‘m not going to hide in the shadows and feel ashamed of myself anymore when I did nothing wrong. I’m taking my life back and telling you all who Bryce really is. He’s a monster. A horrible force of darkness that is only going to hurt people over an over again, uncaring of the consequences.

Believe me or don’t but be careful. You never know what kind of monsters are roaming the halls of liberty high.

Biting your nails, you look at Jeff nervously, a million thoughts going through your head. “Did I do the right thing?”

Jeff sets the paper down on the table and moves to you, cupping your face gently while leaning in for a soft kiss. His lips meet yours and sparks radiate through your body. It sseemed like no matter how long yu two have been together you always felt this way with him. Safe, protected, loved, and just happy.

Pulling back, Jeff looked in your eyes. “I am so proud of you.”

“Really?” You tear up, looking up at him with admiration.

“Babe of course. I can’t imagine how hard this was for you. I just want you to know that I belive you. I have from the start and I’m always going to be here for you. No matter what happens. It’s you and I. Okay?”

“Okay.” You smile while putting a hand on his cheek tenderly. “I love you Jeff”

“I love you too babe. You’re my always and I’m your forever. Right?”

“Always and forver Jeff. Always and forever.” You smile, reconnecting your lips once again.

You know no matter what happens you’ll be okay. All because you have him.

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thisdayinfavrd · 5 years ago

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August 13, 2009

Dear Gramma, thank you so much for the Tonka truck. It is very fun! Sorry it took me 30 years to write back. Is Heaven scary? Love, Jiggy @fireland (Joshua Allen) – 132

Famous Resignations: Richard Nixon, Karl Rove and Sarah Palin. Better known as the Ex's of Evil. @BakeMyFish (Unavailable) – 83

I don't care where you fall on the healthcare debate, yelling at Arlen Specter looks like fun. @badbanana (Tim Siedell) – 82

Christians would probably be more relaxed if their savior's name was Cheez-Its Christ. @sween (Jason Sweeney) – 76

Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me? Really, I'm asking because you refuse to take your Bluetooth out, so I'm never sure. @joeschmitt (Joe Schmitt) – 73

Missing tweet #3281380262 @srslainey (Unavailable) – 72

I'd call my moobs "the twins" but I think I'd get sick of explaining that they are fraternal, not identical. Definitely not identical. @CranberryPerson (N/A) – 72

"Stop making up things about me on the internet," said my housemate, as he rode his Russian, mail-order bride around like a fat, sassy pony. @secretsquirrel (Ryan Bateman) – 71

I want a cereal like Alpha-Bits called Integer-Bits. I'd eat it and when asked what I was doing, I'd say, "Oh, just crunching some numbers." @JephKelley (Jeff Kelley) – 71

Dear Santa, FIRST! @sween (Jason Sweeney) – 68

I got a scratch on my iPhone and now it always skips before the good part of Stairway To Heaven. @joeschmitt (Joe Schmitt) – 66

Polls show senior citizens largely disapprove of Obamacare. Plan B: Start calling it Matlockcare. @badbanana (Tim Siedell) – 66

I dropped Jim off at the airport an hour ago, and I've already left him two voicemails of me sobbing and singing "Everything I Do." @CcSteff (Stephanie) – 65

Wearing my meeting pants. My party pants gently weep. @badbanana (Tim Siedell) – 65

Missing tweet #3287159106 @luckyshirt (Unavailable) – 65

WARNING TO ALL MEN: Beware of female sexual predators using a date rape drug called BLOW JOBS to entrap men into scams called RELATIONSHIPS @omg_wth (Finally, someone ) – 65

Flight home: started a game of "peek-a-boo" with 2yr old in front of me. After 30 minutes I grabbed him and said, IT'S ALWAYS GOING TO BE ME @blankslate (Alex) – 62

No two countries with a McDonald's have ever fought a war. And no two countries with a Hardees have ever admitted to eating at a Hardees. @adamisacson (Adam Isacson) – 60

I think freckles are God's way of saying, imagine how much fun she is when naked. @roughdiction (RoughDiction) – 59

How much can you bench press? No, BENCH PRESS. Not FRENCH PRESS. Man, they are literally going to kill you in prison. @kellydeal (kellydeal) – 58

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rottenwoodandwiltedsunflowers · 6 years ago

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5 Years Later

So I thought since I am sitting in an airport with nothing to do, I would share a bit about my 5-year anniversary show. Going into this set of trips, there was only one thing on my “desperately want to see” bucket list. After 5 years, I still love the building and the residents.

I look forward to seeing new (or new to me due to more sporadic visits) performers. Unlike some fans who have come and gone, I love seeing what new blood brings to the hotel each contract change. I think the number one reason some fans lose interest in the show is due to their own inability to accept changes in cast. There have been changes to the show since it’s beginnings in NYC but they are usually relatively minor with the exception on a few added 1:1′s and the Reverend/Caroline era. The show itself is, for the most part, unchanging. The cast is what keeps things moving and makes it possible for fans to see nuanced changes to the story through changes in interpretations of characters and different dynamics between actors. I think it’s important to keep an open mind about performers when they start. Some of my favorite current residents I can say that I flat out didn’t like when they started. The immersive audience is a whole different beast then what dancers or actors can be used to working with. The choreography is very demanding and difficult. It is a massive set with many intersecting storylines to learn. Dancers and usually actors are needing to learn multiple roles from the getgo. I can’t even imagine. Given the time and the benefit of the doubt, most residents are able to grow into amazing performers in the McKittrick.

I have been in the position (like all long-term fans) of seeing my favorite performers check out of the hotel. It is heartbreaking. A question recently circulated on Tumblr about who you would like to see return to the McKittrick. One of my answers was Emeri Fetzer as Sexy Witch. Was she the best ever? Many people would argue not. She was a great dancer with a real talent for engaging the audience in the role. Most importantly, she was there for years in that role and she is who I picture when I put together my dream cast list. My formative SNM years are filled with memories of her fantastic performances. When she left the show, I was sad to know that I wouldn’t ever walk into the ballroom and see her again. I couldn’t imagine another Sexy Witch stepping into one of my favorite roles. But cast changes happen and eventually Emily Oldak was a new favorite stable. One of my favorite things about Emily was her ballroom scenes. Not only did she engage the audience during the party but she almost always did the most amazing lifts with MacDuff. They were unlike any other Sexy I have ever seen. Regardless of whether I spent time with her, I always watched her first ballroom scene. Evelyn Chen became outstanding in the role. I was able to watch her grow into the role from day 1. OK, not day one probably but week one for sure. I remember we were in NYC the week that cast change happened and although I try not to say negative things about the cast, she was not my favorite. It was too close to when Emeri left and I was VERY familiar with the choreography. I had done several dozen full loops with Sexy Witch and in some ways, probably know the choreography better than the new performers. I had watched that loop so many times over the course of years. I could see some moments where she would be thinking over the choreography as she was doing it. I just didn’t love it. That is the great thing about this show though. I saw her grow into the role. It is magical to see someone so talented get comfortable with the dances. You see the lifts become effortless and the moves start to flow into one another. You can see people getting more comfortable with the building and once the choreography and timing become second nature, the performance aspect with the audience really can shine. Evelyn is masterful with her subtle choices and audience interactions. I have never had a better mezzanine Nurse 1:1 and it was perfect and worked exactly as it should from the first time she did it the month it was added. I have followed her Sexy witch more times than I care to admit and when I see her in a different role, I make the time to watch her scenes.

The hotel changes because of the cast changes and I have seen my fair share in 5 years. It is rare to see someone stick around for 5 years and there are only a handful of performers still around from my original shows. If you only count the ones that have not left the hotel and come back, the only original cast members from my first shows are Phil, Marissa, Ginger, and Virginia (Chelsey also but she was bar staff back then). It is devastating when a long-term resident leaves and I was crushed when I heard Ryan was checking out earlier this year. We have a great dynamic and I love her to pieces. At the time, my biggest regret is that we have been going less the last few years so I never caught her new Lady Macbeth. When she was added back as a sub, it was one of the only things I wanted to truly see this trip.

When I walked into the ballroom Thursday night and saw Ryan leading the party, it was the best gift I could have gotten from the hotel on my 5 year anniversary. It was the only thing on my bucket list. I knew that whatever happened that show, I would have a great show. Added bonus points for A Jeff Macbeth. I know we often say this was the best or that was my favorite but I mean it when I say that their bedroom scenes were some of the best dances I have seen in the hotel in ages. Perhaps ever. Jeff is crazy talented. Although he has less opportunity for little improv choices in a role like Macbeth, he still makes the most of every moment. He is unabashedly there and committed to his characters. He is smaller in stature but commands his scenes. Ryan is my absolute fucking favorite. Her ability to adapt to different roles makes her a superb swing. Her dancing is top notch but she is so much more than a dancer. Her acting is just as powerful. She has been around a long time and it shows in the way she handles herself, her dance partners, and the audience. Every single move between the two of them was seamless. It was so fluid that they seemed to move as one person at times. Jeff’s Macbeth is a powerhouse and Ryan was not letting him win in any of their battles. The loop had moments of weakness from both of them. Macbeth needed to be reassured his actions were the correct ones at times. Ryan did that. Her Lady M went toe to toe with him in every match and her moments of weakness only came through when she was alone. Her dancing was hard hitting and perfect.

On her walk down high street she grabbed me and we walked, her leaning into me. When she stopped, she grabbed my face and reached in clinging to my neck. She whispered several lines about looking like the flower but being the serpent underneath. Right before Macbeth joined us in the hallway, she whispered a tearful, “I would have done it myself but he looked too much like my father.” It was a powerful and intimate moment in front of a dozen spectators. I admire Ryan’s commitment to the audience and the performance.

I have said this before but I am always surprised when performers put themselves out there at the most vulnerable points in their loops. Many long-term fans have seen or heard about the horror stories inside the show. There are so many great people associated with the show between fans, staff, and performers. It reminds you people are wonderful. There are also some human dumpster’s who end up in the audience. People who lack basic respect for others. People who think they are entitled to things that are not theirs and act accordingly. After some of the stories I have heard over the years, I am ALWAYS surprised that performers are willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. I don’t know if I would. I have seen many Lady Macbeth’s keep their distance in the post-banquet scenes and I can’t blame any of them. It is a vulnerable position to be in. Some distance themselves from the audience by retrieving their own robe, some have an audience member hand them the robe. Once I had a performer have me put the robe on her. That was great but I understand when they don’t because the potential for something to go wrong is higher in those situations. That actor was new to the show at the time and I don’t think new me as a fan so it was surprising. Some actors do know the fans and know that they are respectful and safe to go to. Ryan finished in the tub and looking slightly down, making eye contact with no one in particular, reached out her hands in a way that 2 audience members would have to take them to help her out of the tub. It took several moments before 2 white masks stepped forward but they finally did. It is fearlessness like this that makes the show great. Those audience members were probably hesitant and shocked but they will remember that moment of connection. They will remember the torment on Ryan’s face and hopefully, they will feel the compassion the moment elicits.

The rest of my night was a little all over. I spent a lot of time on 4 and 5. I followed Lindsay’s nurse for a bit. She was definitely more on the nervous/scared side of the nurse spectrum. At the end of her 1:1, she looked almost guilty before asking me in a hesitant but almost begging way, “Please don’t tell anyone.” It was almost phrased as a question, afraid that I would turn her in to face the consequences of her behavior. I stopped by the Matron’s hut and was very pleasantly surprised to find Evelyn Chen’s matron. I like my tea with a bit of ominous storytelling. It’s the only way I take my tea actually. I was ecstatic to see the wreath made out of paper from books cut into the shape of leaves. Wonderful touch by the props department! I also enjoyed whoever added the paper cutouts of Christmas trees on the desk in the hut. Very festive!

I skipped around the 4th floor mostly watching bits of Taxi, Agnes, and Speakeasy. I watched the shot game and when none of the contestants could pull the correct card, Speakeasy narrowed the cards down to 2 and turned my way. I started to pull a card from his mouth and I thought he gave me a subtle head shake so I drew the other slowly. I had it all the way out of his mouth when he smirked and shook his head a definite “No”. So I slowly placed the card back in his mouth and took the original card back. He smirked a bit, I laughed as I revealed the Jack card. It’s probably the 5th or 6th time I have played the game the first time I have ever actually won the game. I don’t drink so I offered it to a girl who had lost but she refused to take it. So I gave it to one of the other losing contestants.

I rounded out my show with Taxi. I watched his graveyard solo almost totally alone for most of it and after he picked me for the 1:1. I always feel a bit weird when he dumps me in the rave. I know it’s supposed to be helpful so you can witness the prophecy but I am usually looping with him. I am always like “Thanks dude but I was really hoping to watch you so don’t be mad bro when I turn around and follow you back out.” We went down to the Macduff’s apartment. It is probably one of my favorite Taxi scenes because there is so much opportunity for performers to do little fun improv things. I always am interested to see their character choices. Omri didn’t disappoint! He went in to sew up the teddy bear and after doing it, he sat on the bed with it for a moment. Omri sat the bear in his lap and had the bear wave in the general direction of the audience as the bear slowly rotated toward the mirror. When he was facing it, Taxi looked up in the mirror and his face warped into a look of fear and terror. He shielded the bear's eyes before cradling it to his shoulder like a baby. He looked back and forth between the mirror and the bear looking increasingly troubled every time. Finally, he exited the room gently bouncing the bear against his shoulder like comforting a baby. He came into the Macduff’s bedroom where there was a suitcase open on the bed. He gently laid the bear in the suitcase and slowly closed the suitcase and latched it. He then carried the suitcase in front of him to the nursery. He gently laid the whole thing in the cradle. After looking sadly at it, he looked up as if noticing for the first time the dolls hanging from the ceiling. Taxi again looked scared as he quickly moved out of the apartment and back toward the stairwell. It was fantastic.

Instead of following him back up, I knew I wanted to head down to the ballroom early to get a spot near Lady Macbeth at the table. It was interesting to come down to the finale intentionally early. It was relatively empty when I arrived and it was cool to watch the characters and audience slowly file in. Lady Macbeth joined me on the floor holding onto my arm throughout the finale and escorted me back to the Manderley where we said our goodbyes leaving my face with more than a bit of chocolate blood. It was a fabulous walkout from one of my favorite residents who had been in the hotel 5 years ago when I started coming. Thanks, Mr. McKittrick! The hotel delivered.

#mckittrick hotel #Sleep No More #recap

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mplaylistdiaries · 3 years ago

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February 2018 Playlist

[WARNING: THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR THOSE DEALING WITH THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE OR SEVERE DEPRESSION]

Summary: So, I was starting to hit a real bad breaking point here and from taking on so many responsibilities without a break and rest. I ended up having a break down where I considered just leaving everything and never coming back. (Essentially, I was just thinking about leaving everyone behind and just ramming myself into a car. You know ending my life for eternity and all.)

Which, I didn’t end up doing, but I did start to engage less and less with my friends and caring about things I used to enjoy and really love. Obviously, this caused for others to see me as an easy target to be manipulated for their own selfish reasons and because I was in such a terrible mindset I believed them and blamed myself for their toxic behavior and actions.

As I felt like I had no one else around me that cared because these lies that they were telling me for three plus years was starting to make me feel paranoid, irritated, and explosive about the most simplest of things that was going on in my life. Thankfully, one of my friends took me aside one day when we were gaming and asked me how I was feeling and told me that he was worried about me because I was acting really strange. I am not going into details about what we talked about, but I can honestly say that my friends and him effectively saved my life by speaking with me that day because I don’t think I would be here without them.

PLAYLIST LINK

Journey Through the Eleven Kingdom by Kerli

The Queen Sings by Lana Parrilla and Once Upon A Time Cast

Willkommen by Alan Cumming & Cabaret Ensemble

Did I Mention by Jeff Lewis & Mitchell Hope

When Will My Life Begin by Mandy Moore

Welcome to Wonderland by Anson Seabra

If I Were A Rich Man by John Williams, Chaim Topol, and “Fiddler on the Roof” Orchestra

Story of My Life by One Direction

Mein Herr by Natasha Richardson, Alan Cumming, and Cabaret Ensemble

America by Karen Olivo, West Side Story Ensemble & Orchestra

Just A Simple Sponge by Ethan Slater & Ensemble

I’ve Got A Dream by Mandy Moore, Brad Garrett, Zachary Levi, Jeffrey Tambor, and Ensemble

What’s My Name? by China Anne McClain, Thomas Doherty, Dylan Playfair

Finale by John Benjamin Hickey & Alan Cumming

Anything You Can Do by Bernadette Peters & Tom Wopat

Wicked Always Wins by Rebecca Mader

Fighting For You by Us The Duo

Hero is My Middle Name by Ethan Slater, Danny Skinner, and Lilli Cooper

Walking on Air by Kerli

Everything’s Alright (From To The Moon) by Laura Shigihara

Don’t Tell Mama by Natasha Richardson, Alan Cumming, and Cabaret Ensemble

I Was an Island by Allison Weiss

How Far I’ll Go by Auli’i Cravalho

3AM by Finding Hope

Try Everything by Shakira

It’s Goin’ Down by Dove Cameron, Sofia Carson, Booboo Stewart, Cameron Boyce, China Anne McClain, Mitchell Hope, Thomas Doherty, and Dylan Playfair

I’ll Make A Man Out of You by Donny Osmond & Ensemble

Satisfied by Renee Elise Goldsberry & OBC of Hamilton

Delusional by Charlie Allen

Forgive Me by Skylar Astin

The Voice In My Heart by Evan Call

Innocence by Eir Aoi

Scream by Zac Efron

Love Is Dead by Kerli

Burn by Phillipa Too

His Theme by Lizz Robinett

One Day by Tate McRae

Build A Little World With Me by Laura Shigihara

Cabaret by Natasha Richardson & Alan Cumming

If I Die Young by The Band Perry

Youth by Daughter

Eulogy by Charlie Allen

Saudade by Us The Duo

Sincerely by TRUE

Bet On It by Zac Efron

Get Back Up Again by Anna Kendrick

Gotta Be Me by Maia Mitchell & Ross Lynch

Crossing Field by LiSA

Diamond Hard by Kerli

Now or Never by High School Musical Cast

Alice by Bianca Ryan

Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron & Zendaya

Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift

Turn Up The Music by Lemonade Mouth

If You Were Gay by John Tartaglia & Rick Lyon

I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons

Breaking Free by Zac Efron & Vanessa Hudgens

I Am Moana by Rachel House & Auli’i Cravalho

Home by Toby Fox

Getaway by Asher Angel

Grand Escape by RADWIMPS

Hallelujah by Tori Kelly

Powerful Magic by Ginnifer Goodwin & Josh Dallas

In Our Bedroom After The War by Stars

Emma’s Theme by Jennifer Morrison

Start of Something New by Zac Efron & Vanessa Hudgens

I Won’t Say I’m In Love by Susan Egan, Cheryl Freeman, LaChanze, Vanessa Thomas, and Lillias White

your text by Sundial

Kataomoi by Aimer

Dandelions by Ruth B.

I Just Wanna Be With You by Zac Efron, Vanessa Hudgens, Lucas Grabeel, Olesya Rulin, and HSM Cast

Never Enough by Loren Allred

In The Rain by David Russel

Can I Have This Dance? by Zac Efron & Vanessa Hudgens

For the Dancing and the Dreaming by Gerard Butler, Craig Ferguson, and Mary Jane Wells

Butterfly Fly Away by Miley Cyrus & Billy Ray Cyrus

Snow Globe Wonderland by Asher Angel

Right Here, Right Now by Zac Efron & Vanessa Hudgens

#music #playlist #diaries #suicide #depression #therapy #mental health

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rosesmith18 · 3 years ago

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(PnF) Headcanon #15 TnMtober Pt.1,3,4,5 and 6

For those who aren't aware, this month is the official Marie and Thomas month, with a event calendar and everything(you can find the calendar here https://twitter.com/MartitaSketches/status/1445413673585942532/photo/1) Most people are drawing things for this month, but I can't draw. So I decided instead to post some headcanons for each day. I'm a little late, so this post with contain days 1-6(Excluding 2 which will be a whole post on it's own). Enjoy! Day 1: Video Games A)Haven Hologram is an improved version of Phineas and Ferb's gaming console from season one. It is controlled via a headset, hand controllers, and feet controllers. It connects to all sense except for touch so that the wearer won't experience physical pain while playing. It's akin to controlling a hologram of whatever character your playing in whatever game your playing. B)I came up with gamertags and favorite Smash Bros. Ultimate characters for the main group of Marie and Thomas. Jasmine's gamertag is RicksRollsRoyce cause she is a meme queen, and she likes playing with Solid Snake cause kickbutt personality. Destiny's gamertag is NautUndercover as a reference to Psychonauts and she plays as Banjo and Kazooie which was her first plateformer, she is a gamer through and through. Xavier's gamertag is Barrell_Roll, and he plays Star Fox cause that is his favorite game of all time. Fred's gamertag is Fred-T-Noobish(he used a random tag generator cause he doesn't no the first thing about gaming), and he plays as Kirby quite a bit. Maria's gamertag is the same as her email address which is MadameE, and she likes playing Sonic the most. Lastly, is Thomas whose gamertag is TheGame, and he likes to play as Princess Zelda. Day 3: Kids A)I've always headcanon'd that Maria was born with diabetes instead of just getting super hyper from sugar(it's also what I headcanon as having ended the life of Phineas Father; Phelan & Phineas and Isabella's first child; Vincent). So, when she's a kid, I always imagine Maria being very isolated due to specifically her father's fears which is why she's not good around others and usually becomes insecure or nervous. Most kids she grew up with didn't feel comfortable around her as they were children and had a difficult time controlling themselves enough for her to be safe around them. Thomas was really the only person allowed around her that wasn't afraid to treat her like a normal kid, and he was the only one her parents really trusted to be safe around her. I headcanon Thomas was not only a quiet kid, but a very curious one as Ferb is shown in the show to be up for almost anything for curiosities sake. Thomas found Maria to be interesting considering she was the only kid in their close family to be younger than him, he(Feb. 27th, 2024) was four/five-ish months old when she(June. 3rd, 2024) was born. Their parents, of course, spent quite a bit of time together meaning so did they. Thomas' mother and father loved Maria like their own daughter, and his aunt and uncle loved Thomas just the same. He got to help his Aunt 'take care' of her when she was basically helpless, and as Maria got older she felt most comfortable around him. That was true for him too as he didn't really feel like their cousins(Amanda, Xavier, and Fred)understood his desire to ask questions or test limits. Day 4: Favorite Movie A)My personal favorite movie is a tie between Ponyo & Clueless, but I decided to just pick movies I thought would be the main crews favorites. I would say, Jasmine's is something like 'The Banana Splits' movie based of the TV Show of the same name due to the fact she deals with horror the best and is a jokester. Destiny's would be something like 'Detective Pikachu' as it's like the best video game movie of our time, and Jasmine & her think Ryan Ronald's is hilarious. Xavier and Fred both like the movie 'Horton Hears a Who' as the Flynn-Fletchers love Doctor Seuss. Maria's favorite would have to be 'The Care Bears Movie' when she's young, but becomes 'Clueless' when she's older(as she falls in love with the book 'Emma', tell me it isn't a perfect metaphor for her and Thomas' relationship. I don't mind the Phantom of the Opera, but I think Emma/Clueless is a WAY better fit-And healthier.). And, Thomas' favorite is no doubt 'The Illusionist' with it's detailed plot and deep characters, ya know the philosophical stuff. Day 5: Terror A)When it comes to fears these characters have I already made a list for Maria, Thomas, and Jasmine. Jasmine is afraid of having no free will & is claustrophobic. Maria has a fear of woodpeckers and of being a failure(I made this whole new dimension where I turned these characters into animals/insects, and made Maria Monarch Butterfly like her mother, this is where I headcanon the fear of Woodpeckers came from cause they eat butterflies.). Lastly, Thomas has Sociophobia(is good at hiding it), Pistanthrophobia(More Familial than Romantic, but both are fears), and Phonophobia(Specifically gunshots). I have explanations for all these fears, but I won't rant about them here. Day 6: Candyland A)Again, I can't draw, so decided to think of what the main crews favorite candy would be. Jasmine's I went with the treat 'Kismi Toffee' from her home country of India. Destiny was given 'Bamsemums' a Norwegian candy made with marshmallows and coated in a light layer of chocolate. Xavier and Fred both got 'Twix's' as their favorite candy. For Maria I kept her canonical favorite Swiss Chocolate. And, I gave Thomas 'Katjes Licorice Cats' which are a German candy shaped like cats and made of real black licorice(he likes the salted kind specifically). That's it for days 1,3,4,5 and 6. I'll get around to day 2(Second Dimension)at some point it's just that that post will basically be a summary of a story idea I've had for years now. Anyway, please leave a comment about anything you wish. I enjoy hearing others thoughts and headcanons. *Xavier and Fred belong to Dan Povenmire & Jeff 'Swampy' Marsh *Thomas belongs to Melty64 *Marie belongs to angelus19 & sam-ely-ember *Destiny was inspired by the character of the same name who belongs to xiomicchi on deviantart as well as Breanna Van Stomm who belongs to KicsterAsh on deviantart

#pnf #mnt #tnmtober #xavier johnson #fred johnson #marie flynn #thomas fletcher #jasmine tjinder #destiny #phineas and ferb #marie and thomas #headcanon #oc

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thorne93 · 7 years ago

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Unexpected Guest (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine working a party and seeing a mysteriously handsome man who captures your entire attention. There’s one catch: you’re engaged to a different man.

Warnings: angst, fighting, negative relationships, flirting, language, smoking (cigs? Is that even a warning? idk)...

Word Count: 3078

Notes: Inspired by Gorgeous - Taylor Swift...Beta’d by my amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes. I’m so blessed to call you a friend, love. OFC/OC Jeremy

Forever Tags: @capsmuscles @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please@superwholocked527 @myparadise1982sand @missinstantgratification @thejemersoninferno @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis @thefridgeismybestie @bubblyanarocks3 @random-fluffy-pink-unicorn @hardcollectionworldtrash @igiveupicantthinkofausername @kaliforniacoastalteens @feelmyroarrrr @kaeling

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Putting the finishing touches on your hair and looking over your daring bright red dress in the mirror, you smiled in approval at the outfit. You were donning a red, form fitting cocktail dress that had a see through sash sweep train, the sash train nearly reaching the floor, landing just above your bright red heels to match. Unfortunately, you didn’t have a good necklace to match but you did have earrings so you popped those in, did another once over, and went out to the living room of your shared home with your fiance.

“So what do you think?” you asked, stepping in front of the tv and twirling, playing with the sash a bit.

Jeremy, your fiance, grunted and tried to peer around you, waving you to move from his sight. “What the hell, Y/N? I’m trying to watch this.”

“So pause it,” you tried. “How do I look?” you asked, your ego already deflated and at this point not really giving a shit what he thought.

He frowned angrily and looked at you as if you just interrupted the biggest business deal of the year. He whipped his face to your body for half a second. “You look fine.” His eyes shot back to the screen before asking, “Where you going?”

“I told you this every day this week, I’m going to a party for Nicholas Hamilton. We’re catering...for the It party?” you said as a reminder, your voice going up to try and trigger some remembrance.

He barely shrugged.

You sighed. “Good night. I’m not sure how long the party will run, but we’re supposed to be catering and serving alcohol all night so don’t wait up,” you informed as you grabbed your clutch. “If you could, do the dishes, please.”

“Yeah, yeah. Have fun at your shower,” he called as you went out the door, his remark making you roll your eyes. His behavior wasn’t atypical. This was normal for him to not know what you were doing, or where, or when. You would tell him and he’d forget or just flat not listen. For the past three years since you’ve been engaged, you’ve chalked it up to him not wanting to be involved with the girly part of your life or the infamous myth that “men never listen”.

You hopped in your car and drove through LA to the home of Nicholas, to meet your team. You had a team of around eleven people for this party. It was a simple, typical Los Angeles house party. He expected one hundred guests, so you would accommodate that with two bartenders, five servants--three circulating the party, two on standby at the buffet to serve--and you had five cooks back at the restaurant to prepare it all. You didn’t need to be at this party, per se, but being a control freak, it certainly helped your nerves to know that your staff was doing their best and that the food looked and tasted perfectly.

On this particular party, you didn’t prepare any of the food, but they were all your recipes and creations, but you trusted your chefs fully to prepare this food. Typically, you would help, but in this case you just wanted to oversee the event.

You finally arrived at the home, just in time to see the team unloading the trays of food, utensils, flatware, and glassware.

“Oh good, you’re on time,” you breathed as you rushed up to your staff.

“Of course we’re on time,” Jeff responded with a scoff, one of the young servers you’d hired. He was a definite asset to your team.

“Well I was just--” you started before a chorus of workers cut you off.

“Worried.”

“Yeah, we know,” your best friend and top employee, Ida, stated as she grabbed a tray, her raven hair pulled up in a sleek bun. “You don’t have to fret. We know how to do this,” she assured.

“I know but I just can’t help it,” you reminded, slightly wringing your hands. “Have you all been inside yet?”

“Nope, just got here,” Jeff informed.

“Ah, great.” At that, you ran up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the bell. Nicholas answered, greeting you with a smile and a hug.

“You’re here! Awesome!” he said opening the door.

“Absolutely! Where would you like us to set up?” you questioned.

“I’ll show you. Come on,” he said, gesturing inside the moderately sized home. You led the way for your staff of seven through the house to a fairly large kitchen with an island and plenty of counter space. “So use whatever space you need. If you need anything, let me know. The party will start in about an hour so…”

“Thank you,” you said sweetly. “And thank you again for picking us to cater the event.”

He shrugged. “Hey, your food is freakin’ awesome. That stuff was like crack on set. I knew I had to have you again.”

“Well thank you again. We’ll get everything set up and warming,” you informed as the staff filed past you with trays, dishes, and a myriad of other goods. “Okay, Ryan, put that tray over there. Jennifer, could you start the warming trays--”

“Y/N, stop,” Ida commanded softly. “We know what we’re doing. How about we set up and you can correct us if you don’t like it?”

It took you a second to concede, a little unwilling to relinquish power but you nodded. Everyone seemed to relax by a fraction and they set to work. You watched them, quietly, observing how they set it up, how fast it took, if they did it properly and in a sanitary manner. So far they were doing everything exactly as you would want done. The hors d'oeuvres were arranged neatly and in an appealing manner. The main dishes were on their warming trays. The plates, glasses, and utensils were arranged perfectly. The bartenders got set up with their glasses, tumblers, and a small bar that you’d purchased. It was a collapsable sort of bar, but it was sturdy and well made. This way, it gave the real feeling of being at a bar, and the bartender could keep an eye on his glasses, the alcohol, and tips. All the while, the crew was back and forth from the van, bringing in more of everything.

About thirty minutes later, a DJ showed up. He was actually one of the hotter DJs in LA right now. You only knew this because you’d seen him at a few of the events your company catered, and being one of the top three caterers in the city was a good indicator you were at all the right events.

Though being at all of these glamorous parties, it didn’t have the effect on you it might have other people. You hardly ever watched TV or movies. You never went to the theater, you didn’t binge Netflix, you didn’t rent redbox, you didn’t have Hulu. Every once in a blue moon, you’d watch a movie, if you’d seen the trailer for a movie that was spectacular, but typically you didn’t watch anything. Instead, you read or you were working on recipes. You didn't have a lot of time for much of anything else, and if you did, you didn’t use that time for it.

In a way, it was a blessing. Because if you knew who these people were, what they played in, it might make you act differently. Like being star struck, and you didn’t want to be that way. You knew a lot of actors, actresses, directors, or producers names. You knew most of the “big” ones, the ones people could only ignore if they lived under a rock, such as George Clooney, Charlize Theron, Angelina Jolie...But even then, you held your composure. If you worked directly with a big name in Hollywood, they quickly turned into any other customer: what food do they want, where and when do they want it. The whole mystique of the title of being an actor or director fell away when you were working on how many shrimp cocktails they wanted.

So when Nicholas reached out for this party, you were pleasantly surprised. You’d catered for the set of It for about three weeks towards the end of filming, but that was nearly a year ago now. You’d brought them lunch every day, and got to see a glimpse of the magic happening for that movie. Now, Nicholas was throwing a party one week before the premiere.

Part of you wanted to see it because you’d read the book long ago, part of you didn’t care if you never saw it. In fact, you weren’t sure who played the clown. You knew most of the kids because they would storm the food table as soon as the director let them loose for lunch and you often joked around with them, but the clown would stand up, stare at you for a moment, which usually creeped you the fuck out, then he would disappear. You always assumed he just went to get out of makeup or went to take a rest because he never approached the table to get food, at least while you were there.

The party had just started, with people filling in quickly, heading straight for the food. You made sure to get the hell out of the way as people grabbed plates and glasses and filled up on food and drink then set out to mingle in the house or out in the medium back yard with pool and patio. It made you fill with pride and happiness to see people take bites of your food and light up.

After about an hour and a half into the party, and you mingling with some of the younger actors you’d met on set, along with other people you’d never met, a man showed up at the party. He was tall and lanky, but he took your breath away. He was absolutely gorgeous with dark hair and eyes that made it impossible for you to move. He entered the house, his eyes scanning the party before they landed on yours, and when they did, a small smile touched his face. He nodded to you before setting off through the throng of people.

Your jaw was hanging open. You weren’t sure what had just happened. That man had completely captivated you, but you were sure you’d never seen him before. No, eyes and a face like that you would’ve remembered. Your eyes were glued to his back as he made his way out to the back yard.

Finally, you regained composure and went back into the kitchen where Ida was refilling one of the platters. You stood against the counter, speechless, as Ida saw you out of the corner of her eye.

“You look like you saw a ghost. What’s up?” she questioned before turning her attention back to her task.

“This guy...He...I don’t know. He just walked in and he looked right at me and…Ida, he was gorgeous,” you said in a breathy voice.

She chuckled lightly. “That good, huh? You need to pick your drooling chin off the floor though. You have a fiance,” she reminded.

Just then, you remembered, you did. How awful of a person were you that a pretty face made you entirely forget about the man waiting at home for you? Even if Jeremy was sometimes a passive dick, he didn’t deserve what you’d just done. You shook your head, the self loathing starting to wash over you.

As soon as Ida stepped away, you went back to mingling, subtly asking people if they enjoyed the food and nearly illuminating from head to toe when they raved about it. Yet all night, as the music sounded through the air, the lights dimmed outside and in, the mysterious man would appear then disappear, each time, the two of you would steal glances, no matter if he was talking to someone or you were, your eyes always found each other. When your gazes did meet, you were frozen for those few seconds, completely transfixed, as if he had a spell on you. You’d stare at each other a moment, then go back to mingling. Sometimes he broke the gaze, sometimes you did, but it happened an insurmountable amount of times.

The jitters of the party and praying everything went well, along with the captivating guy, you needed a break. You stepped outside on the patio and fished around your clutch for the small pack of cigs you kept. Typically you were a social smoker but your anxiety had peaked due to the party, the tiff with Jeremy, and this guy so you needed some nicotine related relaxation. The quiet of the outside and the zero guests made it appealing.

Why was this guy so damned gorgeous? And why did it bother you? You worked in LA, hot men paraded in and out of your store and at parties and events you attended all the time. What the hell did this fucker have that you’d never encountered before? You lit the cigarette and took a drag.

“Having a good night?” a smooth voice suddenly sounded beside you. You didn’t recognize it so it wasn’t Nicholas or anyone on your staff or anyone you’d talked to tonight. You turned slightly to your left to see the man in question. Instantly your mouth dried and your heart raced.

“Uh, yeah. I am,” you responded, stammering a bit, then frowning at yourself for acting like a total spaz. He got closer to you, pulling a pack out for himself and lighting up, but you couldn’t look at him, he was too intimidating. “And you?” you questioned. “You having a nice evening?” you inquired before flicking your ash.

“Not really, but then I saw you,” he stated.

You half smiled, the other half wanted to roll your eyes at his statement. So you turned to look at him to tell him off for using such a lame ass line, but when your eyes landed on him, you couldn’t breathe. He had the cigarette poised in his mouth, his fingers cradling it, taking a drag. This was the first time you’d been this close to him all night, face to face. The sight of him and that cigarette, made your insides do things it hadn’t done in a long time for anyone, including Jeremy. Not to mention the dark sweater and jean combo he was wearing that complimented his fair skin nicely.

“Uh...Um..wow, what a poor excuse for a pickup line,” you chastised when you gathered your senses.

“Who said it was a line?” he asked before blowing the smoke out.

Just then, a blush hit you hard. It was a big assumption on your part that he was hitting on you.

“Oh...I…” you stuttered, feeling like a dumbass.

He grinned at you. “It was, a bit,” he confessed, saving you from your meltdown. “But seriously. You look amazing tonight.”

“You say that as if we’ve met,” you noted curiously.

“I saw you on set,” he informed.

“Oh,” you said, realizing why he said what he said.

“Yeah,” he continued.

The blush heated your cheeks again. “Well...thank you.” A moment of quiet passed between you two. “So you worked on the set for It? Were you on the crew?” You only asked because, if he was an actor, you would’ve met him, and you hadn’t.

He gave you a strange look, almost puzzled, before he gave a slight nod and said, “Yeah, something like that.” A sideways smile crept on his face and you found yourself smiling like an idiot back at him. “So you’re with the caterers?”

“It’s my business,” you informed nonchalantly, gesturing inside back at the party. “I’m just here to oversee,” you informed.

He nodded toward you. “Ah. Well the food is exceptional. Your recipes?”

“Every last one,” you answered. “Can’t say that I’ve seen you eat them though,” you noted.

“I’m good like that. I get the job done and no one’s the wiser,” he said with a wink before taking another drag.

“Ah, I see.”

Just as you were about to ask about his name, and introduce yourself, Sophia, one of the young actresses ran out onto the patio and grabbed his sleeve and began tugging.

“Come on! We’re about to watch the trailer together! Come on!” she encouraged excitedly.

He laughed lightly at her enthusiasm. “Alright, alright, let me put this out,” he said before taking another hit then throwing it on the patio and snuffing out any flame with his shoe. He gave you a polite apology smile, due to the over excited cast member and you nodded and shrugged, waving it off. “Nice to see you,” he said as he was drug inside the house.

You gave a small wave before finishing your cigarette and joining the others back in the living room. You found your way to the back, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, your eyes on the huge tv, watching the trailer for the first time.

The footage rolled and you couldn’t help but still be creeped out by the clown. On set he was much more menacing looking than on screen. But the trailer itself seemed to scare you, enough that you felt jumpy the rest of the evening. As soon as the footage ended, the guests cheered and roared, grabbing each other for hugs or high fives. You smiled at the lot of them and the work they’d done.

It was around midnight and the food was low, but no one was really eating any more, mainly drinking. The team started to pack up the food and trays, while your two bartenders stayed hard at work.

“I’m gonna go home,” you informed Ida, to which she nodded.

The mystery man continued to fade in and out of your view all evening but you didn’t speak to him any further. You left when you didn’t see him, escaping into your car and driving home, to meet a sleeping Jeremy who hadn’t made dinner and left the dishes in the sink, unwashed. You got angry for a moment, but then took a deep breath, trying to remember that maybe he was tired and needed a break. Then you headed for bed, knowing you’d have to get up early to deal with the dishes.

#unexpected guest #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård x reader #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard fic

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rfsak2 · 7 years ago

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Cactus, A Blurb

I had another blurb-ish idea. Again, kinda separate from whatever plot I may (may not) have going on. First section is expanding on the very first chapter of Cactus, second and third are in LA post-Jamaica.

Cactus, A Blurb Summary: What attracts. The Styles Warnings: Discussion of drug use and past traumas. PTSD from childhood trauma.

She knew better than to walk into a recording session with expectations. She knew better than to expect anything of anyone in Hollywood.

She would either be disappointed or she would make a fool of herself.

Every time.

Though to be fair, every other time she’d walked in only to walk out disappointed, they’d been personal heroes, people she wanted to impress. She’d wanted to pick their brains and learn from them. NOT aggressively make out with them.

They were mostly old men and her expectations were of a musical nature.

Harry Styles was a whole different beast.

Harry Styles was Her Type™ and she knew it. Between the hair and the tattoos and the pretty eyes, there was the chance that she would be in deep shit.

She needed to be careful if she wanted to make it out of this okay.

So she was walking in expecting one of two things. Either he was a colossal asshole and she was safe or he was nice and she spent the whole recording period constantly on watch, guarding herself against catching feelings and making everything awkward and horrible.

She half-hoped he was an asshole. It would be cleaner. Get the work done, make Jeff happy, bank that commission and go on about her life with zero complications.

No muss and, sure as hell, no fuss.

She grabbed her guitar and pushed the clicker for her Jeep. Adjusting her sunglasses as the Jeep beeped, she shoved her keys into her bag and made for the door.

One hand in her jean jacket, she paused at the security desk.

“Howzit, Jamie?” Jay was the youngest of the four security guards at Columbia and a generally cool dude, probably trying in the music business just like everyone else.

She smiled. “It’s good, bro. What’s up with you? Last we talked you were dating some new chick.”

He shrugged. “She was… she was bit weird. Just strange I guess.”

“So is everyone else in LA. Welcome to reality.”

“Yeah, but…” He sat up straighter as a lanky man carrying a guitar pushed through the doors, looking confused. “Hey, man. Can I help you?”

She side-stepped and just watched as the man set the guitar down at his feet. “Hey, I’m here to help with Harry Styles’ album… I think.”

“ID?”

The man passed his driver’s license over and she pulled up Jeff’s text on her phone. She leaned against the counter and smiled. “Mitch Rowland, right?”

The guy started, pushing some of that thick brown hair out of his face. “Yeah. You are?”

She stuck her hand out. “Jamie Schwartz. I’m a guitarist with the label. I was asked to come help too.”

He sighed, audibly relieved. “So you know what the fuck is goin’ on?”

Chuckling, she turned to Jay. “He clear?” Jay nodded and handed Mitch back his ID as she motioned down the hallway. “First studio gig?”

He grabbed his guitar and nodded. “Yeah. I’m still not sure how it happened. Ryan, my roommate-”

“Ryan Nasci?”

“Uh.. yeah. You’ve worked with him then?” She nodded. “Yeah, apparently they had another guitarist lined up but he couldn’t make it, so Ryan called me.”

“Yeah. Heard about that.” She shrugged. “Jeff called and said they could use some more help. Apparently this album is going to be guitar-heavy. Wanted another set of hands.”

“Yeah. I’d imagine so. Harry seems to be really into the 70s. Big into Fleetwood Mac and the Stones... the Beatles.”

She was impressed, she could admit it. He would have good taste in music, just her luck.

She pressed the call button for the elevator and turned to him. “Cool. We’ll get along just fine then. You? What do you like?”

He shrugged. “Like the 60s, I guess. The Doors, Jimi Hendrix-”

“Love Jimi.” He followed her into the elevator, both guitarists standing their guitars up by their feet. She pushed the button for the floor. “Zeppelin?”

He seemed to feel more comfortable and he smiled. “Yeah… I like all of that.”

“This is going to be fun then.” She stepped out of the elevator and led him down the hall. “Good. I’m gonna be honest, I was a bit worried.”

“Me too.” Mitch took a deep breath. “But Harry’s like really cool. Solid dude.”

“He’s nice, then?” She opened the door to the conference room they were using for this meeting and nodded at Jeff and Ryan, already seated at the table.

“I would say so.”

She smiled at Mitch. “Mitch, Ryan, you know. This is Jeff Bhasker. Jeff, this Mitch Rowland.””

Mitch stuck his hand out. “Good to meet you.”

He sat next to Ryan and she set her bag in her chair and propped her guitar up against the table. She briefly debated taking her jacket off, before simply rolling the sleeves up and leaning over to pull her mug out of her bag. “I’m making tea. Anyone want anythin’?”

Mitch wanted coffee and she returned with her tea, a new blend sent to her by her friend in London, and passed Mitch his coffee.

“That smells weird.”

She nodded. “It’s supposed to be smoky, I think?... My friend sent it to me. Figured I’d try it.”

“Smoky?”

Laughing, she offered her mug to him. He shook his head and she sipped at the still very hot liquid.

“How’s it?”

She pushed her hair off her face. “It is smoky.. A bit weird but I don’t half-mind it.”

“Wha’s that?”

It didn’t take her very long to come to the conclusion that she was totally screwed.

He was nice.

He made comfortable eye contact with whoever was speaking. He smiled and responded and generally acted like he was paying attention, like he cared about what was happening.

He was excited, engaged and enthusiastic, which was more than could be said about 75% of the acts she’d worked with.

There was also a sort of like shy, reserved nervousness about him that she found endearingly humble.

And he was fuckin’ gorgeous. More so in person then she’d expected.

Of course he was.

She took a deep breath as his eyes (green, so green) caught hers.

“Do y’want more tea, love?”

She wanted to melt.

Jamie adjusted the gauzy white fabric of her dress and crossed her legs, tilting her mug towards her. She shrugged. “I’ll grab some more later. Thank you.”

He grinned and stood, nabbing her mug with one of his massive hands.

She’d gladly curl up in that dimple and die a happy woman.

For Fuck’s Sake.

“I’ll get yeh some more water. I wanted coffee as it is.”

He ran his hands through his hair, shaking it out and then shoving it back from his forehead, and turned toward the door.

He was even broader from the back. Jesuchristo-

Her phone roared and she dug it out of her bag to silence it.

Jeff: Down girl.

She silenced her phone and discretely flicked him off.

She wrote her name in the sand and smiled down at where he lay on his back, staring up at the moon. He hadn’t really bothered to properly button his shirt (not unusual) and the silk gaped, showing off the defined muscles of his chest and the sharp line of his collarbone.

She wanted to trace her finger over the bone and dip her tongue in the hollow of his throat. She wanted to run her fingers over the swallows inked into his skin, memorize them the way she’d memorized her own.

He traced his fingers over the dogwood branch on her forearm, the symbol of strength and stability that reminded her that Jorge would always be there for her, a port in the storm that occasionally washed over her life.

“Tell me something about yeh. Anythin’.” He smiled and his hand drifted up and over the big, red maple leaf on the inside of her elbow.

Picking up the shell she’d found earlier, she winced, reaching for the beer that was aiding the word vomit that always seemed to happen when she was tipsy. She hated it about herself, the complete inability to stop the flow of words she didn’t want to say. She always ended up killing the mood.

“I’m terrified of drugs…” She blushed and made a vague motion with her hand. “Not like weed or anything… obvs. T-the hard shit…I guess. My birth mom was a heroin addict and I’m terrified that I’ll end up like her, strung out and useless. I worry constantly about it, but I’m also angry. Sometimes it’s overwhelming how fuckin’ livid I am with her. I don’t remember anything about her, don’t care to.”

She threw back a big swig of her beer. “I don’t remember what she looks like, what she sounded like but… I remember the smell of heroin.”

She made a helpless little hand motion, eyes on her floral converse. She tried to speak again, the words getting stuck in her tight throat. “I remember her johns and I remember the smell that clung t-to my hair and my cl-” She swallowed. “My clothes.”

Shushing her quietly, he grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckle, sitting up to rest his chin on her knee.

“One time, I was in a studio in Nashville and I was on my way to the bathroom and I could smell it… kinda came out of nowhere. It smells like vinegar… Like someone just dropped a whole bottle of really strong, white vinegar and just left it. It was like all the years I spent in therapy had meant nothing.” She sucked in a stuttering breath. “I was in the bathroom for probably fifteen minutes, head in the toilet. It probably sounds so stupid. Lose my shit over a fuckin’ smell.”

“It doesn’t sound stupid. I swear.”

She smiled down at him. “Never did find out if someone was really doing smack or if they’d just dropped a jar of pickles or something. And I still don’t like pickles or most hot sauces. I’m a failure as a San Antonian.”

He kissed her knee. “1D gave me anxiety… or being famous made me anxious… probably more accurate. Maybe.” He chuckled listlessly and shrugged. “It shouldn’t have done. That should’ve been a dream come true, right? I was makin’ music, which I’ve always wanted to do. I was makin’ the kind of money that allowed me to provide for my family and live the kind of life everyone always says they want. I don’t feel like I should complain about it. Don’t feel like I have the right to complain.”

She leaned forward to kiss him chastely. “You have every right to complain.”

He met her eyes hesitantly and nodded, tongue darting out to moisten his lips. “I loved a lot of the job, I did. I love makin’ music and performin’ and I love interactin’ with fans. I love the guys. They’re my brothers. But I hate havin’ to be suspicious of everyone. I hate that I can’t just be who I am. I have to be aware and I have to always edit myself and be careful about what I say to whom and how I say it. It’s so frustrating! I’m more me when I’m on stage then I’ve been off of it in the last five years. I used to have fun, to enjoy all of this, and now I’m just tired. I’m exhausted and I feel like I’ve been holdin’ on t’all of this.”

He sucked in a breath and she squeezed his hand, eyes on his. “I’m tired of never trustin’ anyone, of always knowin’ that someone is only lingerin’ around me on the off chance that it will help them. I’m tired of being treated like arm candy, like I’m one step above a fuckin’ cabana boy. And part of me knows that I set myself up for it every bloody time. I only have myself to bl-”

“That’s not true.” She shook her head.

“It feels true. The media thinks it’s true. If you ever say anything, it’s always ‘Well, you’re famous’, ‘You’re a public figure’, ‘You chose this’. I was sixteen. I never expected this. I was never prepared for this.” He huffed and shoved a hand through his hair.

“It’s a crock of bullshit.” She ran her hands through his hair, fingers chasing his and laid her forehead against his. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. That is not you. I’ve never felt that way with you. Thank you for that.”

She smiled. “Anytime. ‘Course. Thank you for not looking like you pity me or somethin’.”

“There’s nothing about you that’s pitiable. You know tha’, yeah? You’re so…” He clenched his fist and made a face. “You’ve got more spine than half of Hollywood. Honestly.”

She shook her head. “That’s not that hard, baby.” She thumbed at his temple, pushing short, sandy hair from his face. “You are easily the most genuine person I have ever met. I’ve never felt this comfortable with someone so quickly. I didn’t tell half… fuck, 99% of this shit to the dude in Nashville. Probably why he broke up with me.”

One of his big hands came up to cup her face. “His loss.” He kissed her softly. “I’m not gonna fuckin’ cry for him.” He smiled against her lips and nipped at her bottom lip. “Not gonna make the same mistake either.”

She chuckled and leaned forward to kiss him fully, slipping her tongue into his mouth as he laid back. She followed him down, his free hand in the small of her back kept her tight to him as they fell headlong into each other.

She let out a low groan and her hands smoothed down over his pectorals, finger massaging into smooth tanned skin. He gasped into her mouth as her fingertip ghosted over his nipple and she chuckled, doing it again with more purpose.

“You minx.” He grinned, pressing up against her, the hand still in her hair pulling her down to his eager lips and keeping her there.

“Minx.” She kissed him again, hands flattening over his chest, fingers idly tracing the swallows. “Never been called ‘a minx’ before.”

He licked at the roof of her mouth and the hand on her lower back, drifted down and squeezed. “Missed opportunity, tha’.”

She laughed and moved to mouth at his clavicle. Dipping her tongue into the hollow of his neck, she smiled. “You have gorgeous shoulders.”

He giggled. “Shoulders? Wha’? I don’t think I’ve ever been complimented on my shoulders before.”

She sat up, supporting herself with her hands in the sand, and shrugged. “Missed opportunity, that.”

He brought her back to his lips and smiled, hands slipping under her shirt to trail up her torso. He thumbed at her belly-button ring and her hips jerked against his. Grinning against her mouth, he whispered, “Wouldn’t have assumed I’d get that reaction.”

Jamie giggled. “I’ll have you know-” She gasped as he did it again.

“Wha’ was that, love?”

She captured his mouth in hot, open-mouthed kiss. “The navel is an erogenous zone.”

“So is watching such a pretty mouth say the word ‘erogenous’.”

She smiled. “Erogenous is a very scientific word, thank you very much.”

He groaned and rolled his hips up against hers. “Very erogenous.”

She gasped, her hips instinctively working against his. “We should probably go. Not good practice to have sex on a public beach in LA.”

“Good call.” He nodded and sat up to kiss her one last time.

Fuck Green Bay.

You take that back.

Absolutely not. Fuck. Green. Bay. Cowboys all the way.

The Cowboys suck.

Didn’t suck so much back in October, bitch.

Romo is fucking useless.

He’s just old. You leave him alone.

I can’t believe you have such bad taste. I thought you were a woman of taste…

Taste? I was raised this way. I bleed navy blue. YOU chose GB. Talking about taste.

Now you’re just being mean. I’m not sure we can be friends anymore...

Poor baby. However will I make it up to you?

Movie night at mine?

She smiled and cuddled under her blanket, biting her lip.

Well if I have to… I guess.

You said you want to make it up to me.

I did… What time?

It takes approximately twenty minutes to get from yours to mine… so twenty minutes. Get driving. I’ll open the gate and the garage for you.

I have to change…

No you don’t. Pajamas required. No primping allowed. And I’ll order take-away.

You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Styles.

Okie Dokie. Be there very soon.

Twenty minutes. I’ll give you thirty for traffic.

How magnanimous.

Fuck… I like it when you talk dirty to me. Keep going, love.

Haha. I’m getting in the car. See you in a bit.

The gate and the garage were both open as promised, so she pulled her Jeep in beside his Mercedes. He popped his head out of the door leading to the house and hit the button for the door.

“Hello, beautiful.” His smile was slow and soft as he walked around the front of her car. She found herself returning it, a light blush staining her cheeks.

She grabbed her phone, her keys and a tube of chapstick as he came to open her door. She stepped down, almost chest to chest with him- well chest to stomach, considering she wasn’t wearing heels.

“Not sure about beautiful, but I got here in twenty minutes.” She pulled at her Fender t-shirt and wiped suddenly sweaty hands on her brother’s old high school football sweats.

“Woman, yer fuckin’ gorgeous.” Leaning over, he kissed her softly. “Missed yeh.”

Part of her wanted to deflect with humor, to make this as casual as the non-title suggested it was, but…

Why pretend?

She didn’t want this with anyone else.

She smiled. “Missed you too.”

He grinned and kissed her again. “Even though we’ve been textin’ all day?”

“Even though you choose to root for the fuckin’ Green Bay Packers.” She plucked at the green t-shirt stretched across his broad chest.

He pulled away and frowned down at her. “Yeh can go, thank yeh.” He sniffed and headed for the door. “I’ll eat our Mexican food by myself.” He grinned back at her and tugged on her hand. “Yeh should go while yeh can.” He tugged on her hand again. “Yeh absolutely should not follow me into the house.” He opened the door with his free hand. “I’m very angry with yeh.”

She snickered and let him pull her into the house. She set her phone and her keys next to his on the table in the foyer. “What are we watching?”

He shrugged. “Dirty Dancing?”

“That’s fine.” She dropped onto the couch and smiled up at him as he carried the takeout into the living room. “Haven’t watched it.”

“Ever?”

“Nope.” Shaking her head, she unwrapped her taco. “I’m super impressed that you remembered what I ate at this place, even though we only went there that one time.”

“Good.” He hit play and grabbed his taco. “I like impressing you.”

Jamie looked away shyly. “Consider me impressed.”

“All the time?”

She blushed, eyes on the screen. “Generally speaking, yes.”

He grinned and bit into his taco.

Ten minutes later, she stood to throw the trash away, even though Harry insisted he would do it later. “Do you want somethin’ to drink?”

“Aren’t I the host? Should I be askin’ yeh that question?”

She shrugged. “Do you?”

“No, love. I want yeh t’come back quickly.” He grinned a dimpled, cheeky grin at her and winked.

With a smart salute, she turned on her heel, not missing the way his eyes lingered on her as she carried the trash into the kitchen. When she’d returned, not a minute later, he had laid back on the couch.

He held out his arms. “Cuddle me.”

She climbed over him, cheeks heating as his eyes skated brazenly over her breasts, down her stomach and down further to the junction of her thighs as she straddled him. She sucked in a breath as his eyes met hers, heavy-lidded.

She braced her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself until she was tucked against the side of his body and the back of the couch. Her thigh was still trapped between his, pressed against him intimately. She went to lift her leg over his knee, but he caught her, hand high on the back of her thigh. “Uh-huh.”

She looked back up and still. “Hmm?”

“Stay there.” He grinned. “Like you there.”

She blushed and tucked her head under his chin, arm stretched across his chest. “Alrighty then.”

He chuckled.

They were quiet, focused on the screen, but they were not still.

What had started as just his thumb rubbing softly at her side became, in incrementally bigger movements, more like petting. His hand smoothed down to her hip before running back up under her shirt.

Her hand found its way under his shirt, one finger idly tracing the curve of the laurel on his belly. Harry sucked in a deep breath, his chest expanding under her as his hand wandered, tracing back down over her spine. She shivered against him, her thigh rubbing at where he was growing hard against her thigh.

He stifled a groan and his hand started its return journey down her side, fingers dipping under the rolled waist of her sweats to skate over the lace waistband of her panties.

“Lace?”

His voice was all grit, his voice rumbling under her cheek as she smiled. “Yep.”

“Were yeh…” He swallowed. “Were yeh wearin’ those when I texted-”

“Nope.” She could feel her heart thundering in her chest, waiting on the response that would change the course of the evening, hopefully for the better.

He was still watching the TV, but his eyes weren’t fixed, weren’t focused. “Yeh put them on for me?”

Jamie nodded.

“Say it, love. Please.”

“Yes.”

He groaned deep in his chest. “Fuckin’ hell.” He pulled her fully on top of him, hand tangling in her hair as he kissed her fiercely. The hand around her waist wandered back up her side, trailing over permanent brilliant color then rubbing along the lace of her bra. “Matches?”

She bit her lip and nodded and he smiled widely. He kissed her again, his hips pressing his erection up against her. “So sexy. So.” He kissed her. “Fuckin’.” Another kiss. “Sexy.”

She smiled against his mouth and pushed at the hem of his t-shirt, fingers dancing over the laurel over his hipbone.

“Sit up.” He tugged at her shirt and smiled. “Wanna see. Can I?”

Nodding, she tugged her shirt up and above her head, the collar catching her ponytail and loosening it.

She felt his hands on her, hands on the black lace that covered her. “For me?” When she nodded, lip once again caught between her teeth, he moaned. “Take yer hair down, love.”

She did, his fingers tracing the cup of her bra before taking a detour to thumb at the soft skin above it. “So pretty.” He glanced up at her and smiled. “This isn’t a booty call. Yeh know that, right?”

She felt disappointment settle in her stomach. What were they doing then? “Oh. No sex?”

“No wait! That’s not what I mean.” He sat up to kiss her. “I wanna make lo… I wanna have sex with yeh. But I don’t want it just once, y’know? I don’t want it just once...” He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I dun want yeh thinkin’ that yer a just booty call. Yer more important to me than that, monster.”

She sucked in a deep breath. “Good. That’s good.” She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, hands bracketing his jaw. “For the record I want this more than just once, too.”

“Yeah?”

Kissing him again, deeper, she nodded as she pulled away. “Yeah. Been wantin’ it ‘not just once’ for awhile.”

He moaned against her lips. “How long?” He pulled down the cup of her bra, his thumb smoothing over her nipple, smiling into her kiss as she gasped and arched into him. “How long have you wanted this, pretty girl?”

She pulled at his shirt and he obliged, lifting his arms over his head as she tugged the green fabric over his head. Her hands fell to his shoulders. “Since Jamaica.”

“Got yeh beat.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I’ve wanted ye since I met you in LA.”

She smiled and kissed him. “Too late for me to say ‘me too’?”

“Is it true?” He tapped front clasp of her bra. “Can I?”

She nodded and gasped when he wrapped his lips around a nipple. “Of course it’s true. Baby…” She moaned. “I remember thinking it’d be easier if you were an asshole...Shit.” She threaded her fingers back through his hair.

He covered her nipple with his thumb and nipped at the underside of her breast. She moaned as he started working a hickey into the soft, pale skin. “Fuck, Harry.”

Rolling her nipple between his fingers, he grinned. “That’s very sweet.”

“I don’t mean it that way!” She huffed. “You’re distractin’ me.”

He licked into her mouth, a smile stretching his lips. “What do you mean?”

She giggled. “You’ve looked in a mirror recently, right?” She captured his lips as he pinched her nipple. She gasped. “You’re so fuckin’ attractive, it’s unfair. It would’ve been easier to ignore that if you’d been an asshole.” She leaned her forehead against his and shrugged. “Knew it’d be difficult to pretend I didn’t want you, to be professional, if you looked the way you look and you were nice.”

She feels his fingers at the waistband of her sweats. “I need you naked. Please say yes.”

“Yes.”

Part XVI Up Next: Part XVII

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jayadoreee · 8 years ago

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Dance With Me - Jeff Atkins Smut

Jeff Atkins x reader

Request: I wanted to ask for an imagine. So the reader and Jeff are a couple and they are at the prom and in a dance the things got a bit hot so they go to Tony’s car. And you are a really good friend with tony so when they finish tony knocked the window of the car telling her he has to take her home. Please i'd love you a lot if you write something with this 😍. Thanks anyway ☺️

Warnings: Smut, swearing

“Mom I’m about to leave! Tony is almost here” I pick up my gold clutch and start to head for the door.

“Wait! wait! wait!” I hear my mom running down the stairs and I try to hold in my giggles. She comes running down with her camera.

“Where is Jeff? is he still coming?”

“Yes mom, he’s walking over here now, which why I need to go”. She walks over to me and fix my curled hair and smooths out my dress.

“You look gorgeous hunny. I want to wait for him to come so I can pictures.”

“Moooom” I whine. Leave it to her to be totally embarrassing. She loves Jeff. We have been dating for over a year now and the minute she met him, she thought of him as her child. She practically begs him to come over and even cooks for him. As she’s in the middle of taking pictures of me, the doorbell rings.

“That’s my sweetie Jeffy!” my mom says as she jogs to the door. I shake my head at her sudden change in sweetness. She swings open the door and crushes him in a hug.

“Hi Ms.y/l/n. These are for you.” As I look over her shoulder, I see Jeff give my mother a bouquet of peony flowers. This is exactly why she loves him. I wouldn’t be surprised if she loves him more than me.

“Oh my goodness! how sweet, Thank you Jeffrey, I’m going to go put these in a vase.” As she speeds off I shake my head and laugh. I look back at him and see him holding another bouquet of flowers, but its stunning red roses. My favorite.

“And these” he says as he pecks my lip, “Are for you my lady”. I grab the flowers and can’t hold in my smile.

“Why thank you sir.” I say as I kiss him again. I put the flowers down on the table beside the stairs and look back at him, taking in his attire. He looked amazing, although I’m not surprised. He’s the only guy that I feel can pull off a white top tuxedo. I noticed that he’s doing the same to me, taking in my outfit.

“Wow” he says with his mouth parted. I look down thinking something is wrong with my dress.

“What?” I say looking down. “Nothing, you just look beautiful.” I smile again, pushing my hair behind my ear. Even after a year with Jeff, he never fails to still make me feel special. After about 10 minutes, my mom comes jogging back in with her camera. She was probably in a daze with her flowers.

“Okay you too, pictures then you can leave.” We spend the next 5 minutes taking different pictures together and my mom even sheds a few tears. After a bit, I finally get a text from Tony.

Hey y/n/n I’m outside

“Okay mom, Tony is outside, we have to go” I say, looping my arm through Jeff’s.

“Okay, okay have fun you too. Not too much fun now.” Jeff glances at me from the corner of his eye and I blush.

“Of course mom, we know” I grab my bag again as we walk out the door and skip down the stairs to Tony’s car.

“Be safe love you! Hi Tony hunny!” My mom calls out. I scream a quick ‘love you too’ as me and Jeff get into his car.

“Hey y/m/n, I’ll get her home safe!” He gets into the car and turns on his loud indie music that he loves. Jeff got into the front seat while I sit in the back. Tony drives off as we all make small talk, laughing together like we always do.

“Is Ryan going to be there?” I ask over the music.

“Yeah, we are doing the music together and hopefully squeeze in a dance.”

“Nice man” Jeff says, “If you guys don’t dance, I’ll grab you guys by the hand and force you.” I laugh at my boyfriends comment. He loves meddling in other peoples love life. That’s probably why we are so good together, he genuinely loves happy relationships.

“Let’s get ready to fuck the night up!” Tony screams.

As we all walk inside, the music is blasting and there are a bunch of people dancing and grinding against each other. With my hand in Jeff’s, we walk through the crowd, chatting with different people here and there.

“Jeff! Y/n! Tony!” We look and see Jessica, Justin and Monty waving us over to the center of the dance floor. we waltz over to them and I laugh at how wasted Jessica is almost getting, dry humping against a very happy Justin.

“I’m glad you guys came!” she screams. We all talk and laugh over the music and just have a good time bumping and dumb dancing to every song. Tony taps our shoulders and talks over the music.

“Guys I’m going to go up there with Ryan to help my boy out. You dudes have fun!”

“Ada boy Tony! Go have fun!” Jeff laughs. Tony playful rolls his eyes and disappears into the crowd. We all continue dancing and laughing at a now drunk Jessica. Jeff slides his hands on my waist and whispers in my ear.

“Do you want a drink babe?”

“Yeah I’ll go with you.” He grabs my hand as we head over to the food table.

“Jeff man, there is vodka in the left punch!” Justin yells over the music. Jeff turns his head back to look at him, “Nah I’m fine, but thanks”.

We get to the table and Jeff pours us some punch from the right. He seems to be looking around the gym a lot looking for something, but I already knew it was someone.

“Babe, Clay is sitting on the bleachers over there” I point. He looks at the direction of my finger and smiles at me.

“What I would do without you, I’ll be right back baby”. He pecks my lips and walks over to sit next to Clay. They talk for a few minutes and I can’t help but smile. Jeff is such a sweet person, and I love him so much for it. I continue to drink my punch as I look around at the people dancing. Soon a slow song comes on and I see Clay walking towards Hannah, and Jeff smiling at me from the bleachers, heading my way. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the dance floor. He puts his hands on my waist, while I wrap my arms around his neck, swaying slowly.

“Is your job done?” I smile at him, “Yup, for now. Now I can focus on my beautiful girlfriend.”

I lay my head his shoulder, closing my eyes as I smell in his cologne. As we continue to slow dance, Jeff’s slides his hands down to my butt. He lightly squeezes and I look up at him.

“Jeff babe, what are you doing?” I ask slowly, looking around so no one sees him grabbing my ass in public.

“Hmm?” he hums. He starts kissing my neck and pushing me closer to him.

“Jeff” I whisper, “stop babe, before people see.” He ignores me and starting sucking my sweet spot, not caring that people would see my soon to form hickey. I bite my lip, wanting to tell him to stop, but can’t. He’s turning me on and he knows it. I open my eyes and see people occupied with their date, either dancing or sucking their face off. Still sucking another part of my neck, Jeff is now full on squeezing my ass, pulling me into him. He stops and go straight to my mouth kissing me softly. I put my hand to his face, lightly moaning into his mouth. I can tell Jeff is forgetting we are in public once his hand goes to the back of my dress, tugging on my zipper. I move his hands and break our kiss.

“Jeff, we are still in school” I laugh, softly panting. As I look at him, his eyes are filled with love and more importantly, lust. He grabs my waist and leans his lips against my ear.

“Then lets not be” he says deeply. I look up at him and bite my lip, nodding my head. He smirks and grabs my hand walking towards Tony up in the music area. As we walk, I noticed how wet Jeff as gotten me already just from giving me a hickey and feel hot from him not caring that we are around a bunch of students and teachers. As we get to Tony, Jeff whispers something in his ear. Tony laughs shaking his head and then reach into his pocket grabbing his keys. He hands him his keys, saying something back, earning a laugh from Jeff. As we walk towards the exit I look back at Tony smiling at us.

“What did Tony say to you?” I ask as we walk outside.

“He said don’t stain his seats” he laughs. I flush from the embarrassment that Tony knows what we are about to do. We walk to his car, feeling the thick tension in the air around us. We clearly both can’t wait to rip each other clothes off and it’s exciting me. When Jeff unlocks the back door, he doesn’t even waste time. He pulls us in and locks the door behind us, starting back to kissing my neck.

“Since I say you in this dress, I wanted nothing than to rip it off of you” he says in his husky voice. I moan at his words and climb on top of him.

“Not this one” I say smirking, “You already ripped my other dress.” He bites his lip to hold in his laugh.

“I said I was sorry baby.”

“I am too.”

“About wha-” before he can finish, I grab his shirt and pop all his buttons, revealing his hard abs in front of me. His mouth drops open as he looks at his now ripped shirt.

“Babe!” he yells as I smile innocently and start sucking his neck. He leans his head back and grab my waist. I’m glad I chose to wear a thin pair of thongs, feeling him get hard under me. He unzips my dress and I wiggle out of it, getting up to take it fully off. I am now only left in just my thong, now feeling conscious that someone could see me. We are parked behind the school away from other cars and houses, but I’m still nervous. He looks up and down at my exposed body and I can’t help but love the way he was looking at me.

“Fuck, your so sexy y/n”. I pull his ripped shirt and jacket off of him and go back to kissing. He wraps his arms around my torso as he deepens the kiss, kissing me hungrily. I palm his member through our body, making him moan as he bucks his hips into my hand, wanting to feel more. I unzip his pants and pull them down to his ankles. He breaks our kiss, and wraps his lips around one of my breast, making me lean my head back against the head rest of the drivers seat. I hump against his hard member, making me even more wet against our friction. I moan at our movement as Jeff moves my hips faster against him.

“Fuck, babe your killing me” he grunts. I smirk at him as I pull his member from his boxers and pump him with my hands. He throws his head back and starts breathing hard. He starts to buck himself into my hand, moaning my name.

“Fuck y/n, that feels good”. I go faster, looking at him almost come undone with my fingers. As I continue, Jeff pulls my underwear to the side, rubbing his finger against my clit. As I speed my hand on his dick, Jeff starts to rub harder against my core. I throw my head back again, grinding my hips onto his fingers.

“Fuck Jeff!” I moan, biting my lip. Both of us are a moaning mess as we pick up our pace. A wave of heat rush to my core and I stop pumping him once I feel him twitch in my hand.

“Baby, I can’t wait anymore” He kisses me, as he grabs a condom from the arm rest of Tony’s car. I stop kissing him to start laughing.

“Why does Tony have those in his car” I laugh, “Cause he’s not dumb” Jeff laughs back. He slides on the condom and positions himself at my entrance, waiting for me to go from there. I grab his member from under me and pull my underwear to the side, slowly sliding onto him, moaning at the feeling.

“Fuck” I moan, as I sit on him fully. I slowly start to circle around him, to get use to the feeling. He groans against me and starts to bounce me up and down. I move his hand away, shaking my head.

“I got this babe, relax.” He puts his hand up to surrender and puts his hand to his side. I put my arm around his neck and start to slowly ride him, teasing him.

“Baby, please” he breaths out, with his eyes closed. I pull closer into him and pick up my pace, bouncing hard against him. He moans louder as I start pounding on him.

“Fuck baby! I need to touch you” He goes to my legs and lightly lifts them as he lowers himself in the seat. He roughly starts thrusting into me as I wrap my legs around him. I try not to scream so no one can here, but fuck he’s making it hard.

“Jeff! my god!” I loudly moan, my arms wrapped around his neck. He picks up his pace, his nails digging into my thighs.

“Babe, I-I’m abo-” I feel Jeff twitch inside of me as his thrust got sloppier. I start to feel myself tighten and I moan louder.

“Yes! babe, I can’t!” I yell. Jeff pounds into me full speed as we both ride out our high. I slide off of him as he pulls back up his boxers. Still latched onto him, I see how all the windows in the car is fogged up. Both panting, I lay my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes.

“I love you baby” he says, rubbing my back.

“I love you too” I say sleepily.

It seems like we have been laying here for hours before we hear a knock on the window.

“Shit!” I cursed as I jump off of Jeff, pulling my dress back on, trying to zipper it back up while Jeff laughs at me. He throws on his shirt and jacket, waits till my dress is back on, then rubs the fogged up window, seeing the back of Tony.

“Are you guys clothes on?” he asks, still not looking at us. Jeff rolls the window down laughing.

“Yes you big baby” he laughs.

“Good, cause I promised y/m/n that I will have her home safe and if she’s split on half, that’s not saf-”

“Ew okay Tony just get in the car!” I yell, not wanting to be embarrassed anymore. He laughs and gets in the drivers side, getting the keys back from Jeff. As he starts the car, he starts to loudly sniff.

“Do you guys mind opening the windows, it smells like sex in her-”

“Oh my gosh Tony!” I yell, covering my face flushing. Jeff finds this all so hilarious, laughing his ass off at all of this. For the rest of the ride, Tony keeps looking in his mirror at us, trying to hold in his laugh.

“So did you guys have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, but my favorite part was the ride” he says looking at my red face.

“It was really good” he smirks.

“Jeff!” I yell.

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911 - FROM A BROOKLYN ROOFTOP

I should be up writing but instead I’m sound asleep…

dreaming of the sun…you know…trying to lick a cold…

a phone call shakes me conscious, ”go up to the roof,” the caller tells me

my husband…something about a plane and the World Trade Center…

“You’re kidding,” I mumble and he says no…

I fumble with my clothes and turn on Channel Four…

Katie Couric is practically in tears and one of the towers is on fire…

I’m racing up the flight of stairs, throwing the door open and can’t fathom what I see.

Can you imagine a bright blue-sky- day and the tops of those towers engulfed in thick black smoke?

Ryan from downstairs comes bursting through the door and says something like “holy shit”…

I’m feeling weak in the knees and curse those fucking Arabs or perhaps Palestinians was what I said

…sorry…but with all the inundating news lately of suicide bombings and tension on the Gaza Strip

it was the first thing that came to mind…besides wanting to scream “No. Please God, no….”

Ryan’s stare makes me feel guilty…but I don’t have words to apologize for something like this

Instead, I ask him…“Where is Shannon.”

“She’s in Central Park, filming a commercial.”

“Can you reach her on her cell to make sure she’s alright?”

On our way back downstairs another plane has attacked us…

Live on camera a stick figure flails its arms and legs then plunges out of view

I gaze past the television at the rumpled sheets on my still sun-drenched bed…

Please let me be dreaming this…

The network switches to replaying the moments of impact…

But don’t I always have reoccurring nightmares of planes colliding…and crashing?

I realize that no I am on my knees and wide awake…

and I haven’t had my morning coffee… Before I can make it the first tower crumbles…

My son…I’ve just got to talk to my son…

this is Eric’s first semester studying journalism up at Plattsburgh State

“Do you see this shit that’s going on” he asks, and then, “is everyone okay?”

I try to say reassuring things but am disconnected…

call back except the lines are all messed up…

as I compose an e-mail to him the other tower falls apart… When I return to the roof there is only the gray smoke this time…

Back in the relative safety of my living room…

I still haven’t made that coffee have I? every channel is replaying those moments of impact and collapse… and all the people running...running...running for their lives…

then suddenly the news gets even worse…

Linda calls, Jeff is in DC staying just blocks from the Pentagon

We stay on the phone with each other for a while then she has to get back to work

I call Elaine at the midtown-advertising agency where she is an art director

“How will you get home tonight?” “Hopefully Metro North will be running later.” “Please be careful at Grand Central Station.”

Next I try Ken who sells real estate in the Bay area of California

“Stay off the Golden Gate Bridge,” I warn him.

He asks if I’m okay and I tell him “no, I’m scared to death.”

After we hang up I try to reach Eric again but the phone is dead

I feel weak as if I might crumble …and my bell is ringing,…

it’s Wylie – who used to live next door…he’s wearing a white shirt

he just made it across the Brooklyn Bridge when the first tower came down

“Is it okay if I call my wife? She’s down in Texas visiting family...”

I try connecting a phone to the Internet line and somehow that works.

At one o’clock I finally brew that coffee and go fetch Stimpy cat from the hall

Matthew, is coming up the stairs, he’s living with my next door neighbor America now

I’m not kidding that’s what her Mexican family named her back in nineteen-seventy something

like Wylie, Matt saw it all but from the steps of the New York Stock Exchange

The flames…the second impact…people toppling…and from the Brooklyn Bridge

the collapse… then clouds and clouds of dust and…and ashes and ashes and ashes

of all those poor souls trying to figure out what the hell just happened

I am envisioning how come tomorrow and in the days ahead we will begin to learn their names…

Joe gets through from his Montefiore Medical Center office on Fordham Road

Didn’t you always go to those info tech breakfasts at Windows on the World?

He’s been monitoring this all on the World Wide Web and has just learned about the Pentagon

I tell him about the other plane…there is no cable at his office and no reception from regular TV

Of course Tower One housed that network antenna…or was it Tower Two? “Think you’ll be able to take the Tri-borough Bridge later?”

“I’ll see what happens, but don’t worry, I’ll make it home eventually.”

Before I can say I love you he’s already hung up…

I go to check on Matthew - his eyes are still stinging…his nose and throat itchy…

“Who could have done this?” I ask him, and he mentions Bin Laden…

I have no idea who that is. ”What about America…is she okay?”

“Yes,” he says, she’s still at work but she’s alright.”

Her friend David, a musician from Windsor Terrace stops by…

and tells us how his street and yard are littered with bits of paper…

and other things blown east by south east across the river…

When he hugs me I don’t know how to act… As the years pass and I reflect on all of our reactions to this day… recalling it…reliving…revisiting it all from that same Park Slope rooftop…

it happens every time I come up here and stare into a space for Two Twin towers…

didn’t I always take you guys for granted…only to be so impressed by that antenna for some reason…

it’s Lady Liberty standing in her harbor…lit or unlit…

which I marvel at…time and time and time again…

and thank God for…not to mention France…and all the powers that be…

giving thanks for this gift from our ally and all she’d been meant to signify

Watch over that, I implore…keep a close and cautious watch over it…

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