#im so tipsy this is probably so shit but i am screaming

[hetfieldlovebot]

SIR IM GONNA NEED A PART 2 ON JAMES BEING YOUR BESTFRIEND BECAUSE I SWEAR U JUST SENT ME INTO CARDIAC ARREST.

AHAHAHA YOU GOT IT, I THINK ILL DO A LITTLE SHORT PIECE FOR THIS ONE SO YIPEE!!

ALL IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IS HIS REACTION TO YOU LEAVING!! for example, you have no idea but he’s desperately in love with you, to the point where he can’t STAND the thought of you leaving at all

it’d be a normal day and you’d turn up to the little spot you’d both claimed in some random woods behind your house, he’d missed your call earlier and you never left a voicemail, but he’d be there.

pushing your way through tall bushes and sharp brambles that graze and etch it’s mark in your skin as the sun shines down, setting slowly with the quiet lull of the ending summer. you make your way around the rock you both remarked that looks stupidly like a butt one day, beers in hand and your mind spinning but as you get to the little clearing with a slight decline, the small cave like ending to the path with beers in hand you’d notice he was there. walkman in and humming idly to some song he’d discovered that he was way too excited to show you. you grin, how on earth could he miss your call but still turn up on time?

his smile would be bright as he sees you walk down and he’d take his headphones off, ready to place them on your head as soon as you sat down, but he notices your slight difference in demeanour, he stands with trepidation, he’s no good with this stuff.

“hey…are you alright…? you look like shit.”

you laugh up at him as you place your bag down and crack open a beer without second thought, passing one to him and you beam a smile, your eyes welling up with tears.

“I got in!”

his expression would drop for just a second, the traces of his smile no longer apparent, but he would quickly combat that with wrapping you up in a hug and squeezing you tight, he knew you had been waiting for this a long time but he never expected this time to come, he tried to keep a brave face though, smiling as he let you go and exclaiming

“i knew you could do it, idiot! where to?!”

you’d name somewhere hours away from where you both lived and he would try to keep the atmosphere light and cheerful, exclaiming happily as his insides churned, this time not so teasing

“that’s amazing! i’m so proud of you! you’re not as dumb as i thought, huh?”

you’d giggle and gesture him to sit as you talked enthusiastically about where you were going, what you planned on doing at college/university and he would be genuinely excited for you. but the way he was looking at you had you both emotional, even if you didn’t know he felt just as much as you did, he’d grin trying to be supportive as possible and with a slight sadness in his eyes, his body language soft as hell for once, he’d lean over and brush a stray strand of hair from your face and remark

“well, …who’s going to listen to my shitty record finds now?”

[hematomes]

i would literally die for your cats. anyways

i spent my Friday night getting wine-drunk in my bedroom and fighting the oceanid. i also cut up an old t-shirt bc i thought i knew what i was doing (i did not know what i was doing) so now my wardrobe's -1 t-shirt. how'd your Friday go?

-soup

that would make them sad but also honored

(auguste would probably kill you himself) (if you touch his tummy)

zkdkzk im gonna scream bc i was also kinda drunk yesterday this is amazing. rip your shirt tho i hope it wasn't like one of your favorites?? 😭

WELL i did something super dumb and drank on an empty stomach bc i forgot to eat which doesn't happen a lot and Will Not happen ever again bc now i feel like shit and i kinda Hate myself but also it gave me an excuse to cook a giant plate of pasta in the middle of the night so idk yk

also i drank the best bubble tea of my life and the dude preparing it was a sweetheart even tho he called me miss like 45 times

so i also played genshin while tipsy which was another mistake bc xiao's ult needs you to be fully sober. but i needed to do my dailies and farm for itto's books and i have my priorities set straight

BUT YEAH good times lol im never doing this again and i think it's fair to say that i am in no way, shape or form an example to follow or sth im literally the opposite of that like you see me doing something? yeah, don't

ANYWAY what's your week-end plans? 😌

[peachbibi]

Mr. Perfect // slow burn

Part V

Summary: Steve Harrington was the coolest guy at school and now he’s working with you at the rental store. Very complicated story about complicated feelings.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/ You

Warning: language

A/N: IM ALIVE! Yeah..This chapter is big so make some tea and prepare yourself. Btw, if you guys have any suggestions about the plot you can write them in the comments.

Sunday 1 am. You were sitting on the ground with your back placed to a cold wall of an old building. Your knees were covered with scratches and blood and the hem of your dress was torn. It was a cold night. The light of the sign ‘Family video’ painted your face red. You were barely crying and you didn’t even know why. Was it because of knee pain or because of Steve? You shivered because of wind and pulled your knees to chest. You felt betrayed. Betrayed and lonely. You picked up a bottle of tequila and took a big swallow. You’d been drinking the whole way here and now the bottle was half empty. Or half full. You giggled. Hot tears went down your cheek.

Let’s get back to the start.

Saturday evening; 7pm.

You were helping a very annoying man who didn’t know what he wanted. You had been standing in front of shelves with movies for thirty minutes. He touched his unshaved chin and looked at your exhausted face one more time.

“So, will you help me or not?” He asked you with that disdainful and haughty expression. His enormous belly was falling over the edge of his pants, he had a greasy spot on his t-shirt and yellow teeth. Jesus. He smelled like shit.

��Sure. Let’s repeat. What kind of film do you want?” You said with your teeth clenched.

“Jesus Christ. It’s very simple! I need a horror movie with a complicated romantic relationship and sprinkles of comedy”

“And?”

“Right! It’s very important - NUNS!” Like he forgot about that long discussion.

“Sir” You took a deep breath. “I’m telling you one more time: we don’t have movies like that. We either have horrors with shitty love story or comedies with shitty love story AND none of them have NUNS” You didn’t know what was wrong with that man but he pissed you out. You look at his red face that matched his t-shirt and suddenly caught Steve’s eyes behind him. Harrington was standing five feet away from you.

“Listen to me-“ Red face made a step to you and almost grabbed your hand. He was furious about a fucking movie. Man, get a life! You were getting not just exhausted but mad as hell. Before any word came out of your mouth, Steve placed his hand on mans’s shoulder.

“What about ‘Sister Gertrude’? It’s a horror with a nun and it is hilarious sometimes. I mean have you ever seen a possessed nun?” Steve gave him a tape and winked at you. You smiled unconsciously.

“But what about love line?” The man kept looking at the tape, he wasn’t that red anymore.

“It’s hard not to fall in love with Gertrude, isn’t it?” Steve’s gaze was still fixed on you and you rolled your eyes. The man thanked Steve for his help and went to the counter. Right. Thanks, Steve.

“Asshole.” Said Steve and came closer.

“Did you see his huge hairy wart on his neck?” He laughed.

“No...but I can see it from here. God” He brushed his hair with a hand, looking at Robin. “Do you- I mean... If you want... of course..”

“What? Did you forget how to use words?” That was a bit harsh. Sometimes you say something but you don’t really mean it. You made a small cough and looked away.

“I’m having a party this Sunday which is tomorrow. So, I’m asking you if you wanna come.” He rubbed his neck awkwardly. Sun went down behind him and the sunlight turned his hair gold. He is a tall and well built guy. Like a statue in a museum. Steve was looking at his hands waiting for an answer. “Robin will be there too”

“Yeah...um. Okay” that’s all you could say.

“Really?” He smiled widely. Such a child.

“Of course. Why not?”

“Okay. Cool...ugh. See you tomorrow then” He started to back up still looking in your eyes. He accidentally hit a rack with films and it fell down covering the floor with romcoms. You heard Robin laughing hard and you joined her.

“Dingus!” She said to him. “Clean everything up and come to me. I need to tell you something”

You came to the poor boy and sit next to him grabbing a pale of movies. You were so close you almost hear him breathing. His hair brushed your cheek and your shoulders touched. You quickly stood up and went to the storage room. You just needed to hide your rose face. You are too overeating. Like, it’s just Steve Harrington. Calm down.

Next day you spent with your mom watching movies and doing nothing. You were relaxing after a hard day at work. You couldn’t stop thinking about the party though. You were too concerned about it. At eight pm you took a shower and waited for Robin to come. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been preparing for the party with a friend. All those dresses and shoes and rock music and talks about getting drunk tonight.

Robin came to you fully prepared. She looked stunning and bitchin at the same time. She helped you to choose a dress and did you a makeover. You felt so great spending that time with Robin. She was so funny and supportive and cool. Like you have a real friend. Maybe she is your friend.

You were standing in front of wooden doors of Harrington house. It was a large two-storey building with a brown roof. You felt exited standing next to the blue-eyed girl who knocked on the door. Five minutes later the party boy opened to you. He was standing right in front of you holding a red cup with liquid. Just like the last time you’d visited his house. There was a difference though. Now he was looking at you. He noticed you. He knew you are here. And he smiled.

“Hello, ladies. I’m glad you’re here” he grabbed both of you and pulled in. House was full of teens and booze. You saw some people from high school but they weren’t there at the first party. They were ghost at school just like you. Then you realised that most of them was Robin’s friends. The crowd of people tugged you into the living room. Right to the dance floor. You couldn’t find Steve or Robin in that mess so you just danced. You had a chat with some classmates, moved your body a little and as party went by you realised you didn’t drink yet.

You went to the kitchen to grab something . Nobody was there. Just a table with snacks and a bowl with cherry punch. You didn’t bother about finding Robin anymore. You lost her as you came in. The wave of people devoured her. You were wondering was she having fun out there or looking for you? Guess she just forgot about you. Standing there drinking sweet-n-sour drink you listened to the sounds of music from the next room. You just needed a second to relax when Steve came. There was a bottle in his hand and he was rather tipsy.

“Here’s Y/N! How ar ya?” He sat on the couch in front of the table.

“I’m good. Yeah, it’s a pretty nice party” you came to him with a cup of punch, taking a bottle from him and adding some alcohol there. It wasn’t a nice party. You felt forgotten. Again. But now he’s here right?

“Jesus, I’m so happy you’re here. C’mon. Sit next to me” he pulled you closer on the sofa and placed his head on your shoulder. He’s not just tipsy. He’s drunk. You can smell it now.

“I can’t find Robin out there. She’s just disappeared” you looked in your cup and then at Steve. He was so close now. His eyes was fixed on you, his soft hair tickled your cheek and god... You liked it. You made a sip and burning liquid went down your throat.

“What?” You finally asked that dork who kept looking at you.

“What ‘what’?”

“You are an idiot, Steve Harrington” You smiled softly taking another drink.

“And you are beautiful, Y/N Y/L/N” your cheeks turned red and you turned your head away.

Robin with a couple of people interrupted your moment of awkwardness. There she is. She seemed busy talking and laughing and drinking. You stood up and went to the bathroom to fresh up as fast as you could. Your face were burning when you washed it with cold water. No, no, no. Not Harrington. Anyway, he didn’t mean it. He is drunk. You sat down on the corner of the bathtub and took a deep breath. This party sucks. Steve and Robin...That’s so messed up. You fixed your makeup a little bit and looked at yourself in the mirror. You never considered yourself as ‘beautiful’. Pretty, funny, smart but not...beautiful. To be logical, you didn’t have the perfect body from magazines and your hair and face. It just didn’t make any sense.

Sound of breaking glass pulled you out of your thoughts. Your opened the door and heard screaming. It was scary. The loud and angry voice cut the air. Sounded like a fight. Probably a serious one. The only thing you could think about now was to find a weapon. Yeah..weird. But it wasn’t your first party-fight. You came out of the bathroom and went into the closest room you saw. Presumably Steve’s room. You hadn’t got enough time to examine it so you just grabbed the barbed bat near his bed. By the time you went downstairs right into the living room, Steve was already fighting with...Um, you couldn’t see through the crowd. You jumped but still nothing. BAM! The crowd dispersed and you saw Harrington on the ground. His back was placed to the coffee table. Blood was dripping down from the corner of his mouth and from the scratch on the cheek. Tommy H. stood in front of him. He wanted to attack again.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” You screamed and hit the floor with the bat. Tommy turned around and looked at you. Actually, everyone was looking at you. The girl who nobody knew was standing in a small dress and a big bat in front of the king of assholes.

“Hey, look who’s here. Sorry, I don’t remember your name. Steve, do you- No, I don’t think you remember her” Tommy smiled at you and you almost threw up. He took a step closer. This jerk knows who are you.

“One more step and I’ll beat the shit out of you” he didn’t listen. He just came closer when you hit the floor with the bat again. It was very close to his feet. He jumped back.

“Bitch” Tommy slowly turned around and went away. You dropped the bat and came to Steve.

“Jesus, Harrington. Why did you invite him?” Robin brought up a wet towel and placed it to his cheek.

“He didn’t” she looked at you. Where was she by the way? “I..um. I’ve invited his sister” Robin looked sad and disappointed. Steve couldn’t think or do anything cause he was drunk and beaten. His head was lying on her lap.

“And why did you do that?” You asked her as calm as you could. You actually wanted to shout at her.

“I didn’t know she’ll bring her brother and...boyfriend” It didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t even an answer to your question.

“Robin, what the hell? I came here because of you and I thought we could have some good time. And you just left me for an asshole’s sister. You left me all alone in the house full of strangers” She looked away.

“Sorry, but you won’t understand” she whispered.

“Clearly, I don’t understand anything” you stood up. “What’s wrong with you?” Robin looked scared and ashamed. You suddenly felt bad for your words. There was something you didn’t know. Something very bad.

Steve opened his eyes...well an eye actually. He looked at Robin who was barely crying and you. Furious.

“Out” he whispered.

“What?” You finally noticed him.

“I said get the hell out of my house” he said it so simple. Like he wasn’t throwing you out. Like it was a small talk about weather. But it hit you hard.

You left. With no words. You just grabbed a bottle from the ground near the exit and left. While you were coming down the stairs, you tripped and fell, tearing your tights. It was painful but you stood up, took down your shoes and leaded down the street.

And now we are here.

You wiped your tears and pressed your head to the wall. Your eyes were closed. Silence. Sounds of footsteps.

“Hey” said very familiar voice.

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[xsixxx]

Bad Influence, Chapter Six

Authors note: Ok so I really struggled with this chapter, hence my major delay, but thank you for bearing with me! 🙏🏼 So this is a super long one (for me) & I’ve just finished writing this at 5am after staying up all night, so I’m sorry for any mistakes etc. Also this is my first time writing a sex scene & I’m so super nervous & awkward about it, so please go easy on me 😂 Feedback is always welcome 🖤

Warnings: A bit angsty & some major smutttt but not the smut you want, that’s coming later (pun intended)

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(Couldn’t find a suitable gif, so here’s one of the two stars of this chapter)

((I wanted a gif of that scene in the dirt when Vince is fucking that chick in the dressing room right before his gf takes back his leather pants but I couldn’t find one 😭😂))

Spring ‘83

I checked my make up in the mirror for the 10th time in as any minutes, pouting my lips & fluffing up my platinum blonde hair.

“Fuck Beth, you’d think Gene Simmons himself was coming back from this tour the way you’re dolling yourself up.”

I scowled at Sophias reflection in the mirror, her irritation evident as she stood in the doorway with one hand on her leather-clad hip, drumming her fingers impatiently. “Ew, no. Gene Simmons, what is wrong with you?!” I laughed.

“Really, you don’t see it?” She puzzled, furrowing her brow with an amused look on her face. “The make up always kinda did it for me..” She trailed off, giggling to herself before snapping out of her momentary daydream. “Anyway, can you just hurry your ass up, we’re gonna be late for work & Paul is already on our case!” She finished, referring to our boss.

“He caught us drinking with the guys once on shift, he’s hardly on our case.” I shrugged nonchalantly.

“Yeah, but he’s heard they’re coming back & he’s already on edge about the whole thing, he knows how they get & he’s planning on amping up security to keep them in check. I mean, they have just been kicked off of a tour with Kiss for bad behaviour, for Christs sake!” I rolled my eyes at her, always the sensible one nowadays. Sophia was right, of course. Mötley Crüe had become infamous on the Sunset Strip. They’d drink, fight & fuck, usually in that order, anything in sight & they showed no signs of stopping. The band was on their way up & people knew it, so everywhere they went, trouble, & girls, followed. And tonight, they were on their way back to the Whisky.

“How do I look, honestly?!” I asked nervously, turning to Sophia & gesturing at my outfit, smoothing out my high waisted acid wash mini skirt & fiddling with the collar of my leather jacket awkwardly.

“Well, if Vince doesn’t fuck ya, I will.” She winked, laughing. I smiled weakly before blowing her a kiss & turning back to check myself over once more, messing with my hair & trying to pretend I couldn’t feel the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

“Babe,” Sophia started gently, frowning “why are you stressing so much? It’s not like this is anything new.”

“I don’t know, it’s been like a month since I last saw him & he’s probably slept with god knows how many girls on the tour & I-”

“Beth, they played like 5 shows, how much damage could they do, really?!” I looked at her with raised eyebrows, laughing with amused disbelief at her naivety. Did she know them at all?

She caught sight of my face. “Ok, ok, you’re right, carry on.”

“Look, I know there’s nothing serious between us & I’m fine with that, honestly, I am. But I just don’t want to look like another groupie to him.. I - I just wanna look good, ok?” I rambled, realising I was sounding way more defensive than I was intending.

Sophia sensed my nerves. “Well, you make one fine ass groupie, Vince won’t be able to resist you.” She said playfully, before pausing, a slow smile appearing across her plump, pink lips. “& neither will Nikki.” She added smugly, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

I let out a high pitched, fake laugh at yet another one of her goddamn Nikki jokes. “You’re so fucking funny.” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. “When are you going to let that go?!”

She shrugged. “When you guys do us all a favour & fuck so we don’t have to be around your obvious sexual tension.”

“Soph, I hate the guy, he’s an rude, arrogant narcissist & I’ve got more sexual tension going on with Mick than I do with that asshole!”

“Hey now, don’t drag poor Mick into your fucked up Nikki fantasy!” Sophia chortled. “You can deny it all you like babe, but I’m your best friend & I know you, you love to hate that guy because secretly, except not really secretly, you wanna screw his narcissistic brains out.” She finished, grinning widely at her fabricated conclusion.

I scowled at her once again, tired of hearing these assumptions constantly over the last few months. “God, can we just stop with this now please?!” I begged, turning back to the mirror, stressing more than before. “Maybe I should go change..”

“No!” Sophia said quickly, grabbing my hand & pulling me towards the front door. “You look great, Nikki is gonna love it- I mean Vince.. Whichever one it is you’re trying to impress. Now can we please just go?” She begged, exasperated eyes looking pleadingly at me.

I sighed & followed her out, the anticipation of the night ahead lingering in the air as I shut the door behind me.

*Later, at Whisky A-Go-Go*

I took a long drag on my cigerette & exhaled the smoke into the brisk, refreshing breeze that swept through the night sky. I savoured the moment, knowing that, in a few minutes, whatever band was playing tonight would finish their set & the crowd would surge back to the bar, impatiently demanding their drinks & trying by any means to gain my attention, whether it be just to order or try to, usually unsuccessfully, hit on me.

The back door swung open as Sophia stepped out, armed with trash bags, distracting me from my moment of peace.

“What are you doing out here?” She asked, spotting me hiding on the other side of the dumpster. I waved the lit cigetette clutched between my fingers wordlessly in response. She frowned. “You don’t smoke.”

“Well I always end up smoking with the boys & I just figured I’d use it as an excuse to get some peace before the rush kicks off.” I shrugged, ignoring her obvious disapproval. Sophia had perfected her judgmental stare over the past 6 months, every time she saw me sniff a line of coke or come home tipsy. It’s not like she didn’t partake, in fact, she was almost as wild as Mötley were, keeping Tommy on his toes. But Soph couldn’t help but look at me the way I knew most people that knew me did; like I was some fragile, innocent being that needed protecting. I’m the good one, the well behaved child, the straight A student, the protective big sister, the motherless daughter with the overbearing father. I’ve spent my life being exactly what everyone expected of me. The boys were the only people that didn’t make me feel that way &, for a night every week or so, when I got to party with them, it was fun not being who everyone thought I should be & just being whoever I wanted to be for the night.

“It’s a shit habit to have,” Soph mumbled, pulling out a cigerette from her almost empty packet, placing it between her lips & lighting it. “You’re better off without it babe. Quit whilst you’re ahead & all that.”

“Thanks for advice, mom,” I responded, rolling my eyes as I took another drag.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask, have you finished that paper for Dr Andersons psych class yet?” Asked Sophia, suddenly changing the subject.

“Erm.. You want the truth or..?” I grimaced, knowing I hadn’t even started my essay on the theory of human motivation.

“Beth, girl, come on!” Sophia whined, sounding irritated. “You know if you ask Anderson for another extension, she’s gonna loose her shit with you! You gotta stop slacking..”

I shot her a warning look. “I am not slacking”, I said cuttingly, offended by her words. I’d never been accused of not trying hard enough in my life & I didn’t like it.

Soph looked a little sheepish. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I know how hard you work. It’s just this is the second paper in a row you haven’t prepared for & you’re usual so on it, I’d just hate to see you fall behind because of..” She trailed off.

“Because I’m fucking a Vince?” I spat, suddenly angry.

“No, Beth. Come on, you’re twisting my words now. You know I’m all for you having fun, especially after how everything was for you at home, I don’t blame you for rebelling a bit. But I’m also just looking out for you, you just need to find a balance is all.” Sophia looked embarrassed, obviously regretting her change of subject. I glared at her, watching her chew her lip awkwardly, avoiding my stare. The rational part of me knew she was only trying to be a good friend, but the defensive side to me felt she was trying to shield me from having any fun, treating me like that fragile girl once again & it immediately brought out my inner hostility.

I flicked my cigerette across the alley & stormed past Sophia, catching her shoulder as I did. She whipped round to me, eyes ablaze with shock & anger.

“Excuse me, you did not just shoulder barge me!” She yelled, stunned.

“Why cant you just mind your own goddamn business?!” I screamed back, throwing my hands up in the air with exaggerated exasperation. “You’re supposed to be my best friend, you know everything I’ve been through better than anyone. I’m just trying to enjoy myself, do all the dumb shit I never got to do when I was 18. Why are you treating me like a damn kid?!” I could hear myself arguing like a teenager who’s parents wouldn’t let them out, but I couldn’t help it, I was belligerent.

“Maybe stop acting like a damn kid & people wont treat you like one!” She fired back.

“Fuck this.” I snapped, barging through the door & back into the hot, sticky air of the Whisky. I marched back behind the bar just as the band were playing their last few chords & grabbed a bottle of jack. I quickly poured a shot & necked it, seconds before Paul rounded the corner.

“Where’s the other one?” He asked, rudely.

“I’m here.” Sophia mumbled, rushing back, just as the crowd began shifting its way from the stage to the bar.

“Right, back to work, no more fucking breaks.” Paul spat, pointing at us both before disappearing off to his office, as per usual whenever the bar got busy. I stuck my middle finger up at him as he walked away, directing my anger at him. I heard a chuckle & turned around to see a familiar, dark figure in the sea of gig-goers, his eyes lost behind a mass of black hair, yet somehow I could still feel them trailing along the contours of my body. His lips were curled into his usual, heart-stopping smirk & I found myself catching my breath when I caught sight of him.

“Someone’s in a good mood, I see.”

“Not now Sixx, for fuck sake.” I muttered, taking an order & pouring the drink.

“Have you missed me, Angel?” He asked, flashing me a wicked smile, draping himself over the bar to get a better look at me. I ignored him, tending to customers & refusing to make eye contact. “I’ll take that as a no.” He chuckled, darkly.

“Nikki, I really haven’t got time & I’m not in the mood for your games.” I said sharply, finally looking into his dark, green eyes. My stomach knotted as his gaze burnt through me, reigniting that flame that only he could seem to light. And he knew it.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” He drawled, lazily.

“Can’t you see how fucking busy we are?! I haven’t got time for you!” I snapped at him, dropping a tumbler in my frustration, sending glass scattering in all directions. “Fucking great.” I growled, crouching down to clean it up, my impatience & anger growing more & more by the second, only made worse by Nikki, who was now smiling smugly at me from over the bar. “Unless you’re going to be any help to me, I suggest you leave.” I yelled at him, standing up & charging over to the bin with a dustpan full of broken glass. I took a deep breath as I emptied it, attempting to regain my composure. I turned back & immediately cussed under my breath. Nikki had hopped over the bar & was now talking to customers.

“What are you doing?!” I hissed as I marched back over to him.

“I’m helping you, like you wanted,” he shrugged, an aura of smugness about him, as he took orders.

“What I wanted was for you to go away!”

“See, I don’t think you want that at all.” He responded, sliding past me, his hand brushing against my lower back as we moved around the limited space behind the bar. “I think you’ll take any excuse to be near me.” He whispered in my ear as we crossed paths once again, his hands gripping my hips this time as he navigated past me. Me body reacted to his touch, my heart thrumming as I felt unwanted excitement flood my veins. I snapped to attention, determined not to let him get to me again.

“Well, if you’ve got it all covered here, you wont mind if I take a quick bathroom break, right?” It was my turn to smirk as I walked from behind the bar, seeing his face fall as I turned & sauntered away from him, letting my hips sway a little more than usual as I felt his eyes drop to my ass, as they always did.

I strode into the bathroom stall, locking it behind me, & rested my head on the cool, metal door, breathing sharply. Nikki had a talent for pissing me off & frustrating me in ways I couldn’t explain & tonight was not a good night for it. Between him, Sophia & Paul, I was wound up past the point of no return & the next person that crossed me was going to feel the full force of my pent up rage.

I was working on slowing my breathing when I heard the door to the bathroom open & shut. Within seconds, my head started vibrating as someone rattled the door to the bathroom stall violently, trying to get in.

“Occupied!” I yelled, my voice oozing irritation.

It shook once again, whoever it was clearly not giving up. I took a step back from the door, anger flooding to every inch of my body as my hand flew towards the lock & I wrenched it open. I was ready to hurl cathartic insult after insult at the poor, unsuspecting person that was to be the subject of my blind fury, when a skinny blonde fucker stopped me in my tracks.

Vince stood in the door way of the stall, leaning casually, his tousled blonde hair framing his chilsed face perfectly. He had on brilliant white jeans with rips at the knees & a distressed denim jacket with nothing on underneath & plastered on his face was the biggest, goddamn sexiest grin that immediately calmed my rage & sent my heart racing.

“You having a bad night doll?” He asked, doing his best to feign concern, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to hide his smirk. I took a second to drink him in, savouring the sight of him before I grabbed the collar of his denim jacket & pulled him roughly into the cubical with me, knowing exactly how I was going to satiate my temper. I slammed the door shut behind me & turned around to face Vince, pushing him down into a seated position on the closed lid of the toilet. His smirk was from ear to ear by now & there was a hunger in his eyes I wanted to satisfy so damn much. I straddled my legs either side of his, hiking up my denim skirt that was restricting my movement, exposing my strategically chosen lace black underwear. I sat down on his lap & pressed my mouth lightly against his, running my tongue across his plump, lower lip, tasting the remanence of whisky left there, a flavour I’d grown to love. I trailed my lips across his jawline, placing kisses as I went, until my teeth found their way to Vince earlobe, grazing their way along it as subtly began grinding my hips into his lap. He let out a soft, intoxicating groan that made me weak. I craved him.

Vinces fingers had wound their way into my hair & he grabbed a fistful, firmly pulling my head back, exposing my neck to him. I felt his smirk caress my skin as his nipped & sucked his way down my throat, leaving his mark as he went, before running his tongue back up, sending lustful shivers running down my spine. He brushed his lips across my chest as his hands left my hair, gliding their way down the contours of my body & under my shirt, roughly pulling it up & over my head. I felt him grow harder underneath me as he cupped my breasts in his hands, his tongue lightly flicking & caressing my nipples before he gently grazed his teeth along one, causing an involuntary moan to slip out of my parted mouth. I bit down on my lip, desperate to keep quiet, but Vince has other plans. He widened his legs, forcing mine open at the same time & slipped his hand between my thighs. He groaned as he felt my wetness through my lace panties & ran his finger teasingly back & fourth along the damp patch, causing me to squirm.

“Keep quiet for me now, Princess.” Vince teased, raising his eyebrows & smirking as he pushed my underwear to one side & slowly he eased one finger inside me, causing my to stifle a gasp of pleasure. His thumb brushed lazily over my clit, teasing me, driving me crazy with desire. My eyes closed & my head tilted back as he pushed another finger inside, moving them rhythmically at just the right speed to leave me wanting more. I bit down harder on my lip, trying my best to keep a moan from escaping as Vinces speed picked up. I rocked my hips back & forth against his fingers, pushing my lips roughly onto his to keep quiet, moaning into his mouth instead as he tasted my urgency.

Vince pulled my hair back once again, denying me of his lips. There was a look of arrogance dancing in his eyes as that he kept them fixed on mine, watching me intently as he brought me closer to the edge. I held my lower lip firmly between my teeth as his fingers moved faster & his thumb circled my clit in perfect harmony the way he knew drove me crazy, bringing me ever closer to the release I so badly needed.

“Let me see you cum baby.” He demanded, his eyes not leaving mine once, a sly smirk on his irresistible face. His words were all I needed as I reached the edge & came around his fingers.

“Fuck, Vinny, yes!” I yelled breathlessly, not caring who heard me. I felt the waves of pleasure crash around me as Vinces fingers carried on, pushing me to my absolute limits until I couldn’t give anymore & I grabbed his hand to stop him. He gave me a sly, proud smirk as he looked at my exhausted, content expression.

Christ, I needed that.

But Vince wasn’t done with me yet.

He slowly slid his fingers out from my wetness & brought them up to his lips, sucking on them sensually, making my still throbbing pussy tense in excitement.

“You taste so fucking good.” Vince smirked, watching me squirm with lust once again. I felt his rock hard cock constrained in his tight jeans & I rocked my hips into him once again. His smile widened & suddenly his hands were under my ass, picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist & buried my hands into his blonde hair, grabbing it & pulling his mouth on to mine. Within seconds, we were out of the cubical & Vince sat me on the basin countertop without a thought as to who might walk in. We didn’t care.

“I want you inside me.” I moaned, hastily undoing his jeans with intense urgency & pulling him towards me. I found my way to Vinces cock & he let out a low groan as I wrapped my hand around it, slowly stroking him up & down.

“I’ve fucking missed you.” He growled. It was my turn to smirk.

Vince pulled away, expertly rolling on a condom with ease, before pulling me panties to one side once again. He rubbed my wetness, as I grabbed his rock hard dick & guided it towards me, using it to tease my entrance, a cocky smile playing on my lips as I watched Vinces eyes grow dark with desire & impatience. His lip parted to complain, but I silenced him by swiftly easing him inside me. We both moaned simultaneously as he pushed all the way in, stretching me out.

Vince groaned as he began thrusting slowly, finding his rhythm. “I forgot how tight your perfect little pussy is.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper in to me as he picked up speed, his hips bouncing against mine. “Oh Vinny,” I moaned, raking my nails across his back, leaving my mark on his skin to repay him for the bruises on my neck. The pain caused his pace to quicken, as his hunger for me intensified. He grabbed my one leg & lifted it over his shoulder, giving himself a better angle to fuck me deeper, harder.

I felt the pleasure building once again with each stroke, bringing me closer to orgasm. “Don’t stop.” I panted, digging my nails into his hips. Vince groaned loudly as I started playing with my clit, the hedonism getting too much for us both to withstand. I threw my head back & bit my lips to suppress my moans as best I could as the waves of pleasure started reaching their crescendo.

Vinces strokes became delectably slow & purposeful, each one deeper than the last as we both began our decent into sweet release. Vince gave one last thrust that sent us both over the edge & I came around his cock as he came inside me, his forehead pressed against mine as our duel moans of pleasure filled the bathroom. The perfect harmony.

*Nikkis POV*

How fucking long does it take to have a piss?! I thought angrily, as I pushed open the door to the bathroom, Sophias not-so-polite request that I get “the fuck from behind the bar & go & find Beth” still ringing in my ears.

I heard them before I saw them, but my brain didn’t comprehend what I was hearing until my eyes fell on her.

Beth was sat on the countertop, one leg draped over my frontmans shoulder, the other wrapped around his waist as Vince stood with his back to me. Her fingers were gripping his hair like she was holding on for dear life, her head was titled back in the throws of passion & her face.. Her face was that of an angel, as it always was, but twisted & distorted with sin as I watched her cum before me. Her glossy pink lips were parted as sounds that I wished I was causing left her pretty little mouth. Her forehead was glistening with a light film of sweat, her eyebrows were furrowed & her eyes were clenched shut as she indulged in her release that I so badly wanted to feel.

It was heaven to watch her.

And hell to know that she wasn’t coming for me.

I felt intense, unwarranted jealousy descend over me as I watched the girl that I disliked with such ferocity, but still so badly wanted to demoralise get fucked by one of my best friends. I wanted to feel her nails in my skin as I wrapped my hand around her pretty neck. I wanted to see those big, innocent, doe-like eyes look up at me pleadingly as I brought her close to orgasm, only to stop, making her beg for me to touch her. I wanted to taste her delectable pussy & feel her cum against my tongue, her sweet voice calling out my name as I sucked her clit. God, how I fucking wanted her.

Beths eyes fluttered open & immediately fell on mine, causing me to snap out of my fantasy. I adjusted myself quickly, hoping she wouldn’t see the semi I had rubbing against my tight leather pants.

She seemed shocked & embarrassed to see me standing there in the doorway, yet still somehow she managed to look smug. Guilty, yet satisfied. She shot me a shit eating grin before she kissed Vince, her eyes fixated on mine as she did so.

I let out a loud, purposeful cough that caused Vinny to jump & instinctively pull away from Beth. He looked in my direction & visibly relaxed, shooting me a typically sly Vince Neil smile.

“Oh it’s just you Sixx,” he laughed, buttoning up his jeans as Beth climbed down from the worksurface with as much modesty as possible, adjusting her skirt as she did.

I ignored Vince, my face like stone as I kept my eyes on Beth. “Sophia is looking for you.” I said bluntly.

“Shit yeah, I need to get back.” She said quickly, turning to wink at Vince & give him a peck on the lips. “You have no fucking idea how much I needed that,” I heard her mumble seductively. Vince grinned.

“Anytime Princess.” He drawled. I could’ve punched his arrogant fucking face.

Beth stalked towards me, holding her head high & proud as she pushed past. Vince looked like he was about to say something, but I didn’t stick around to hear what it was. Against my better judgement, I followed Beth, my anger brewing.

“Have fun?!” I snapped at her, letting my frustration show without meaning to.

“Loads.” Beth smiled simply, looking me dead in the eye without hesitation. I felt my anger bubble closer to the surface.

“You know, I’m surprised he hasn’t gotten bored of you yet.” I shot nastily, wanting to rile her up. “Groupies never last long with Vince. You should’ve seen all the sluts her got with on the tour.” I let out a sharp, short laugh, convinced I’d strike a nerve.

“Huh, weird, isn’t it?” She shrugged. “That he always comes back to me. I must do something for him that the other girls don’t.” Her voice dripped with confidence as she walked behind the bar & back to work. “I wonder what it is I have that they don’t..” she finished.

Beth knew exactly what she was doing, she’d known me long enough now to figure out how to push my buttons & her new found arrogance was doing just that. But she wore it well.

I grabbed her arm as she walked past & pulled her in close, my anger & my desire at war inside of me. My lips found Beths & I brushed them against hers in the way that I knew drove her crazy, even if she’d never admit it.

“He’ll never satisfy you like I would, Angel.” I whispered.

Beth swallowed, her confidence visibly shaken & I smiled as I watched her eyes glisten with involuntary desire. I knew she couldn’t resist. “& h-how do you know that?” She stuttered, trying to regain her self-assured composure.

“Because he doesn’t know you like I do.” I mumbled, letting my lips graze hers as I spoke. “I see past your good girl, innocent act. I’ve said it before & I’ll say it again, there’s a little bit of devil in your angel eyes. You don’t want just sex, you want to be fucked, you want to know what it’s like to loose all self control, to be with someone that’ll fulfil your darkest desires, who will indulge your every fantasy. I can please you in ways you couldn’t even begin to imagine, Lizzy. I want to bring out the bad in you.” I finished, my eyes burning into hers with intense, desperate craving that I knew she felt too. She looked at me, her eyes almost fearful, but I could see the seductive intrigue lying just beyond that fear & I knew I was right about her. “So, what do you say?”

[seven-seas-of-rhye-bread]

Ben X Reader Part 2

Hi again babes, here is the second installment of my Ben X Reader fic.

Also-- reminder: this is not smutty quite yet, because im a sadist and want to make you wait (tbh, I’ve already started writing the smut and hell, I’m gonna give myself a pat on the back already because  D A M N.)

Enjoy the burn babessssss

@gingersnaptaff @shiretotowntonation @tanya-is-dead @mylaun @ssimsass @clumsybookworm18  @jondeacon @deakyjoe

"Y/N... I need to tell you something...", your best friend Camille started, her words slightly slurred. She placed a hand on your shoulder, and turned in her bar stool towards you, "you are my best friend in the entire world. Did you know that?"

God, she was completely wasted. 

You were a little tipsy yourself, your mind feeling that familiar fuzzy feeling of happiness. The two of you were at the bar conveniently located in the lobby of the resort, and had only meant to get a quick drink before heading to dinner, but now it was quickly approaching 10 o'clock.

 "Yes, Camille, I know. And your my best friend." you responded, before hiccuping so loud you almost scared yourself. 

Camille found this absolutely hilarious and snorted with laughter. She really was your best friend; you two had known each other since elementary school, and were more like family at this point. So much so, that when she told you she was going to Hawaii for a work conference, you invited yourself along. You desperately needed a vacation, and Hawaii was more than the perfect place to escape.

 "Y/N, Y/N--- there's a cute guy, on your left.. he's looking at you..." Camille was trying to whisper, but she was failing miserably.

You turned in your chair as if stretching, but only saw an old couple having a nightcap.

 "The old guy?" you asked, turning back.

"Your other left!" 

You glanced to your right and saw a group of men, laughing and chatting and among them was the guy who had commandeered your cabana, he was looking at you, an amused look in his eyes. 

You quickly turned back and took a sip of your drink, trying to suppress the jolt of excitement coursing through you. 

"Man, is he cute..." Camille mumbled, her straw still in her mouth. You were suddenly feeling a bit more dizzy, a heat creeping up your neck.

" I think I'm ready to call it a night." you declared, pushing your drink away. 

"Ugh, you're no fun-- but I guess I should too, can't believe I'm in Hawaii and I have to work."

Camille stood up from her stool but quickly tipped over towards the patrons next to her, who gave a dirty look. You rushed out of your chair, a little unsteady yourself and grabbed Camille, trying to pull her up.

"Here, let me." 

You turned to see the blonde man taking a gentle hold on Camille and placing her arm around his neck. Camille looked up at him and smiled before declaring, quite loudly, "it's the cute guy who was looking at you!"

 He smiled and looked up at you sheepishly, before helping Camille up and walking with her out of the bar. "God, I'm so sorry..." you say, following him with Camille's purse.

Before he could answer, Camille added, " I'm not! The cute guy is carrying me..."

 He helped her into the elevator, with you following close behind.  Camille leaned into the man and said, "wow, you smell fantastic..."

The man laughed, " thank you, you smell lovely too... like wine..."

You couldn't help but laugh, as you stood across from them, watching Camille nuzzling in his neck. 

The elevator dinged, and led him down the hall as he gingerly walked with Camille. You retrieved the room key from her purse and opened the door. He walked her to the bed and she lied down, kicking off her shoes and burrowing under the blanket. You got out a bottle of water and put it on her nightstand.

"You want me to stay, Cam?" you asked.

"No... " she yawned, already turning over to go to sleep. 

  Shutting the door gingerly behind you two, you both stood awkwardly in the hallway.

 "I am so sorry about that-- I should have cut her off after 2 wines-- she's always been a light weight."

He smiled, "It's no problem, we've all been there. I'm Ben, by the way."

Finally a name to the face.

"I'm Y/N."

 You two shook his hands and his strong, warm grip made your knees weak.

 "Sorry about earlier, by the way. I was being kind of a grump" you said as you both headed towards the elevator. 

Ben laughed, "you weren't, I was just being cheeky. Sorry about stealing your cabana."

"Well, you're welcome to it any time from now on-- I really appreciate your help tonight."

You arrived at the elevator and your stomach started to rumble embarrassingly loud. 

"Hungry?" Ben asked with a smile.

You held your stomach, "yeah, a bit I guess. Think I'll go back to my room and order room service." 

What you thought was a hint of disappointment flashed before his eyes, "ah right-- room service..."

"Do you wanna maybe join me? I mean, unless you have to get back to your friends..."

Your sober self was internally screaming, you would have never been so forward as to ask a man you've just met back to your room.

 He smiled cheekily and said, "Wow, you didn't even want to share your cabana but now you're willing to share your food?" 

You returned his smile, "What can I say, I've had a change of heart."

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"I think I've become a fry at this point..." Ben said, sighing heavily. 

You two were sitting side by side on your bed, empty plates stacked on trays on the floor around the California King like an altar. 

You had been watching  whatever happened to be on tv, but mostly you two talked about anything and everything. It was effortless with him, topics flowed from one to the other and the silences in between were comfortable-- not awkward like they usually are when you hang out with someone for the first time.

 You had also been sitting rather close, so that whenever one of you moved, you'd brush against each other. These little bursts of contact were enough to make you shiver. 

"Well, you did eat all of them..." you said giving him a playful nudge.

"Did not! You had some too."

You rolled your eyes, " I had, like, 3-- you had the rest!"

 He stopped and thought about it for a moment and then groaned, "oh god, you're right-- I did eat them all."

The two of you laughed at his realization, and you couldn't help but notice how natural and right it felt with him.

 What was going on? You had never felt this comfortable with any other guy you dated.

Oh. There it was; you two weren't dating. This definitely wasn't a date. You found this slightly disappointing, but not surprising; you two were on vacation, and only eating junk and watching tv-- there had been no cuddling, no smoldering glances-- nada. 

Your face must have shown your disappointment because Ben was now looking at you with concern.

"You okay?" he asked.

 "Hmm? Yeah-- sorry, just... a little tired I guess." you answered, giving a small smile. 

Ben looked at the watch on his wrist, " well it is after 2."

"Really?" you asked, absolutely shocked-- had 4 hours actually gone by that quick?

"I should probably head back to my room-- let you get some sleep.", Ben hoisted himself to sit up on the bed. 

"Well, thank you for saving my friend and keeping me company.”

"And thank you for the food, seriously-- how much can I give you? I feel like I ate more than you did!"

You held up a hand in protest, " I don't want your money!"

He looked at you, a little differently than he had before, but you could put your finger on what in his gaze changed.

 "Well, what do you want then?" 

Holy shit. 

You swallowed hard, as he continued to look at you in a devilish way.  He leaned in so close you swore you could feel the warmth radiating off of him; he lightly intertwined his fingers with yours.

And then he kissed you; it was sweet and light but the way he gently grazed your bottom lip with his teeth set aflame a feeling in your belly that seemed to have long been dormant.

He pulled back and touched his forehead against yours. It was such a small gesture, but intimate in a way you had never thought it could be. You touched the side of his face, feeling the light stubble across his jawline and pulled him in for another kiss, this one more passionate, his tongue lightly flicking across your upper lip.

 He pulled back once more and his eyes somehow looked a darker shade of blue. 

"I should go..." he said in a breathless whisper.

 You nodded and moved away from him, clearing your throat and running a hand through your hair before you got off the bed.

 As you walked him to the door, he said, " well-- maybe I'll see you around tomorrow?"

 "I'll probably be in my cabana most of the day, so feel free to visit." 

You pulled the door open and leaned against it.

"Thanks again for tonight." you said, looking up at him with a smile.

He took a step closer and looked down at you with those steel blue eyes and kissed you, grasping your lower back to pull you closer. 

Pulling back, he kissed your forehead, lingering for a moment, and then whispered, "goodnight."

[aimorgbot]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK

i cannot get k out of my mind i am so goddamn hung up over feelings of nostalgia

it’s like i’m 6 years younger, it’s like he’s right there, so close but so far away

-

god

AFTER 3 DAYS OF NOT PLAYING we got to play again and i’m buzzing with happiness i’m so fucking ecstatic, he invited me to his disc and i got to witness his buddies and their entire group was so FUCKING FUNNY i couldn’t stop laughing i loved it, and he gave me shit about it the entire time and i couldn’t be happier oh my god. i don’t know how i’m going to sleep or think or focus on anything for the next week. he says he starts his job later so i hope he’ll be able to come home before then and potentially I MIGHT SEE. gfsdfuihgsdoif they kept on referring to me as his girl and i just am gushing sinfdsfmndsf like oh my god my heart it’s been so long since i’ve felt this way

-

so that night i went to bed, i got god awful sleep. i literally stayed awake in my bed for 2-3 hours straight not able to fall asleep because of all of that. on another note, finished my exams, thought i did pretty okay on them. played league with k some more, i had again so much fun but we didn’t end on a good note. we had a bad game in ranked and it was just so disheartening, he got off the computer altogether and now i’m overthinking if i did something wrong, or if i was too much or too annoying. i know i’m overthinking but also at the same time i’m so worried about it. fuck dude, i’m so sad about it. 

on a side note, i guess i was supposed to hang out with S today but i kind of forgot, and i apologized and messaged him about it and he literally just flipped his shit, after i said something came up anyways, he said, “so are you going to talk about it or is it just not worth bringing up?”

Me: “it doesn’t matter anymore”

S: “oh okay so this is just something that’s going to make me feel worse then”

Me: “I don’t know what you mean by that?”

S: “i’ve been feeling like literal dogshit the entire day and i at least deserve an explanation.”

As soon as I read that, I had so many fucking things run through my head. Like, I don’t owe you fucking anything first of all, second of all, just because YOU feel like dogshit does not at all justify that you can take it out on me or make me feel bad. And last, he doesn’t even know what came up or fucking asked like he cared, he knows I struggle a lot with depression and shitty situations you’d think that would at least run through his head before he said any of that, but no. Just lashed out and acted selfishly, as if I owe him anything. I said - 

Me: “Just because you feel bad does not at all mean that you can take it out on me. That’s not okay, and I’m done with this conversation.”

- 

another update, it’s the day after from the last note and i got to fucking play with k again all day today. ALL day, literally from 3pm to 10. 7 hours. i.. oh my god. he makes me so fucking happy, like i don’t know how to describe it or what it is. it’s completely different from anybody else, i genuinely hope and want to get closer to him as a whole. when we played league, we played bot lane together for most of the time and after almost every game he honored me with the <3 one and IT’S SO LITTLE BUT IT MEANS SO MUCH LIKE I’M grinning ear to ear from it, i was screaming in my head about it i loved it so much. he also was just, god, we had a lot of people in call at the time so both of us were a little bit more quiet and didn’t talk as much, but he did these little jokes that were so fucking funny and one of them killed me. absolutely killed me and i couldn’t stop laughing and he started laughing because i was laughing so hard and i fucking love it. i loved all of it. i love his laugh so much, it’s one of the best things i’ve ever heard.

-

ah ha, fuck. my friend and i went out to go get pizza and then i was talking about k and i brought up his insta to her and she fucking requested to follow him for me and i got pissed but i mean, i wanted to, i just didn’t have the balls. but as i was scrolling through it, he’s in a relationship and my heart just sunk, even now. i just feel so upset about it. i still really fucking like him obviously, but.. i don’t know. i don’t know what to do, how to act. 

-

same day as last note, i’m just so much more down in the fucking dumps. feeling so attached and connected so quickly and knowing that fucking nothing is going to come out of it hurts so much. like holy fucking shit. what am i supposed to do. what the fuck am i supposed to do. he’s graduating, he’s going to have a job right after in the same state, and likely so is his girlfriend and they’ll probably still be together and i’m just. holy shit. what the fuck. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. i’m glad he’s happy, i think, i think, but at the same time i’m so fucking upset. all i want to do is be near him and joke and laugh with him, i want to make him happy.

-

i’m tipsy i think a couple days after from the last note and all i can think about is k - i don’t even know how much i want him i want him so fucking badly, in all ways.I LIKE HIM SO MUCHHH oh my FUCKING GODDD i just want to be with him why does it have to be like this

- several days after that, dude k went mia for like 4-5 days because of moving but oh my god i was suffering so much, i missed him so much it was killing me. but he came back and now we’re getting tipsy/drunk and playing video games with each other for the past 2-3 days and counting, i love it so much it’s so much fun. but he mentioned his girlfriend today and how he stayed up super late to play video games with me, and he told his gf that and she got super pissed. like super super mad. and he ended up calling her and putting her on speaker so that i could like tell her that i knew that they were about to move in together and oh my god, my heart just sunk. it’s nothing i don’t know, but it’s still just.. it just FUCKING HURTSS dude. every time it just feels like a stab, and the way he says my name and just how we fuck with each other it feels so, so good but then i just am brought back down because of all of that.

- (week or more since last note)

yeah it’s kind of all over now, it was slowing down and regressing anyways but i guess the reality and also a couple things he’s said recently killed it (I was trying to play video games with him and he ended up saying something like “well this is a stretch because we only got like 2 games to play with each other so this probably won’t last long” and in my head I was like, oh, ok guess i’ll just fucking die then FUCK ME THEN). but i’m glad, it should be like that. he deserves to be happy and have a good life and i know if i were to be anything more, even if it were a slight interest, it’d complicate and make everything worse for him and that’s the last thing i want. so i’m chilling, i know my heart really craves something fulfilling, so my emotions are so intense that it really does feel like i like them way more than i actually do, otherwise my crushes wouldn’t die so easily, you know? at least i hope.

-

i dont know how long it’s been since last note, but god. still hanging out with k and i still love it but god damn im so fucking lonely

[ofools]

yo so I saw a Thing where it was like apparently Joanne Harris and a bunch of her fans tried to fight u over something? and um. i actually like that series (runemarks or whatever, i just am always Here for the Gospel of Loki even though the actual series itself was kinda meh) but also please spill the tea on runemarks bc i love to hate the things i love and i wanna Know what was so bad they tried to argue with you. probably because i'm a nosy fuck but i'm legitimately intrigued now

i legitimately just didn’t like the book, it wasn’t awful or anything it was just bland and forgetful and also sometimes down right weird (like all the parts where people randomly got naked to transform, and just, had arguments w other characters, while naked) and it was just a dumb book over all nothing hugely special

i’ve grown a grudge against it because people would always recommend it to me, so i used to make jokes about not liking it so people would stop asking me my thoughts on it.

Eventually my slightly tipsy ass got on twitter and made some super dumb and vague tweets like “My book will be the better compound title using the word ‘rune’”, and “you: you should read rune marks, me: [shrieking like a chimp while i tear the pages out shitting]”. Just my usual garbage.

Little did i know that Joanne Harris was not only ON twitter but constantly searched for terms related to her and her work, so she stumbled across my tweet saying I’m a screaming chimp and tearing up runemarks. Then she went through my whole timeline, because i’d made like five tweets all vague enough that they couldn’t be just stumbled upon, but all related so you would know from context they were all about that book.

So she like

honestly replied to some of them in the most hilarious old lady way like I was going to feel really bad, just saying stuff like “:-) that’s nice”

this coupled w the fact she’d gone through my whole feed was making me lose it. Then because she replied to it, her followers who turned out to be all middle aged women, started like trying to have a twitter beef with me, and saying that I was an ignorant troll and like didn’t know what i was talking about

at this point i have already drunk another vodka cruiser and im having the time of my life responding to these old women and having my friends respond in just fucking nonsense sentences, and my friend made a sick joke about someone needing to write about this on their wordpress blog.

this was insane because joanne harris is a rich successful old lady and i was a 21 year old slightly inebriated idiot no body and she could have just easily ignored me but instead tried to own me

anyway and then she blocked me 

Unblock me Joanne, I’m ready to continue our fight

[hotcocosharing]

Glory Days Part 10 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Eriko’s POV

With the blasting music of “Single Ladies” and finishing our drinks by bottles, we’re soon dancing crazy after Midi has turned the security off- for her sake, I seriously hope she isn’t too drunk to get the job done. My fingers are numb from the shots I’m snapping and stomach hurting from our laughs as we work on every possible sex positions in the most erotic lingerie any men and women could ever imagined.

I envy Midi, “You have the coolest mum!” But she would always roll her eyes at my jealousy and says its only because I didn’t have to live with a demanding mother. There isn’t a better come back but I would nod and still wish my selfish biological gold digger mother isn’t real or the wife my father re married doesn’t hate me, an ambitious and challenging mother is still better than the two I barely know.

“Lift your legs higher!

“Of course you can do it! I told you to join me in Yoga then you will be more flexible!”

“YES it’s a real position! You sit on a counter with the guy facing you, then you lift your legs up on his shoulders in straight V!

“Hold it! I am taking shots from the side, no, you are not showing your privates but you should totally get a Brazilian wax!”

Midi covers her heated and redden face before stumbling over to grab my phone and yelling it’s my turn. “Gladly!” Responding a tremendous yelp of joy and climb on a glass displaying table in the centre, kneeling with one hand resting on the cold glass just in front of my thong while the other plays with my messy hair.

“Jesus! Eri! Can you get any sexier!?”

“Actually, YES!” I giggle then bite my bottom lips and slightly tilt my head to one side. In between the dirty music, our hysterical laughter along with the sound of non stop shutter. Midi hasn’t missed the bell rings to see the person I invited through text earlier decided to show up after all.

“OH MY GOD! Kijima, what the hell are you doing here!” My drunken princess seems to have sobered up in a split second and sends me death glares.

“Who else are we going to ask what turns Tachibana on? Unless you prefer Maki to see you like this?!” I stick my tongue out and meet the wandering gazes of our new company. “So can you come over and lend me a hand?”

Toshiaki’s POV A part of me wishes I had known what I was sighing myself up for when I received an odd, obviously half sober text message late at night instructing me to come to an address in a part of town I hadn’t heard of before - the display of two women I’d seen my fair share of in the last few days gallivanting around a small boutique store in nothing but lace, mesh and leopard print. From the number of bottles which were empty on the display cabinet in the middle of the store along with the the one Midori had her fingertips wrapped around, I coughed loudly to clear my throat - eyebrows raising and lips pulled taut as I tried to grasp what exactly was going on. “Kijima what the hell are you doing here!” “So can you come over and lend me a hand?” Both women seemed to have mixed ideas and views on my presence being new company and after sighing - releasing tension for what I was well aware could turn out to be a long, long night, I reach out to grab Midori’s wrist and  pry the bottle she’s still managing to drink from away from her. “First things first - Shun likes his women sober, well most of the time.” The comment is enough to evoke a smile from her which is near childlike as she quickly complies and hands over what she’s holding. I shake it - mhmm, empty. “Eri how much has she had to drink?” “I’ve only had like.. a few glasses”, Midori manages to answer for herself, “ 2 or 3. 9 maybe - what comes after 9…” I can’t help but laugh at her innocence as Eri keeps snapping photos and sliding up to and onto various mannequins and displays. She looks good - exactly how I figured she’d be not hiding beneath her clothes but nonetheless; I wonder if she has a habit of not wanting to leave things to the imagination. “You girls need to get dressed and then I’m taking you both home before security comes and finds you like this.” It’s unexpected to feel fingers tickling at my sides and the material of my shirt rising up and up further onto my chest as a very, very drunk little lady forcefully tries to take it off - struggling with a quiet groan which I respond to by rolling my eyes and lifting my arms up to assist. I’m aware that this is a bad idea but I know better than to try bargain with a drunk woman. “ERIIIIIII I GOT TOSHI’S SHIRT OFF!” Watching utterly puzzled, Midori skips over to Eri where they share a high-five and chuckle, both glancing back at me which in turn subconsciously-nervously  makes me scratch the back of my neck. Midori’s POV “He’s cute!”, I whisper towards my best friendwhich with how tipsy I am probably comes out as more like a scream, and shimmy myself into the oversized shirt which I’ve just acquired, it’s length making it a dress on me. I’m eager to grab another drink after having the last one taken from me yet the moment I get even close to the bar fridge I’m scooped up and thrown over someone’s shoulder - kicking my legs and sulking. “PUT ME DOWN!” “No.” “ERRRIIII SAVVVVEEE MEEEE!” “She’s not saving you.” “You’re no fun Kijimaaaaa no wonder you’re singggllleeee” Hands out, I try to reach for Eri; my attempts unsuccessful as Toshiaki instructs her to get dressed to - explaining how he’d be happy to help if we weren’t drunk or tipsy or inehbrieted or something and escorts us both out of the store within minutes of getting there. The second we step outside, a cool wind breezes by and causes me to shiver. “I’m colllddd!” “No shit Midori, at least you have a shirt on.” In between Eri’s laughter and whatI can see of her dancing on the street alongside Toshiaki what seems like seconds fly by before we’re in front of a door I’m not familiar with. Sighing because he’s not able to fish his keys out of his pocket; Toshi kicks at the door as I wiggle and squirm trying to get out of his grasp and as it opens with Maki on the other side, I almost drop and hit the floor. “WOOOOPS!”, Eri exclaims before walking in as if she owns the place. “Where are we? Why is Maki here? Is there any icecream? I want waffles and chocolate and ooooooohhhh can we go buy a puppy?” It takes a few attempts to try and scramble back onto my feet and when I do, I’m met face to face with a guy which I wasn’t expecting to see. Yukihisa’s POV “MAKKIII!” Midori’s yelling of my name makes me freeze on the spot and I only just notice Eri dash right past me and into the kitchen, a clear sound following her of someone rummaging through the fridge. Embraced into a half hug, half koala hold; everything is fine, everything is under control, everything is sweet until I have some words whispered into my ear hot and heavy. “Eri’s wearing leatherrrrr… It’s so tight that the only way you can take it off is with your teeth.” The slurred explanation alone is enough for a tightening to start developing in my jeans as the high spirited girl paces around the dorm as if she’s trying to find something. More than likely - someone. “TACHIBANA. WAKE UP. YOU’VE GOT COMPANY!” With my public service announcement complete - I shake my head at Toshi who is already pulling on another shirt and head straight into the kitchen to find it a mess. Beer bottles across the table, a cereal box spilt on the floor, a few vegetables the guys and I probably brought with the intention of eating healthy but will more than likely just be thrown as we just can’t be bothered dealing with that kind of thing.. it’s the sight of Eri with her hand in a jar of nutella; finger swirling around the chocolate spread which she brings to her lips and sucks on that reminds me instantly that this girl is up to no good. Resting against the doorframe, I clear my throat loudly and knock my knuckles against the kitchen wall. It doesn’t seem to take much more to get the girl who obviously got herself redressed in less than a minute to turn around and glance at me. “Are you planning on spreading that on something you can eat or all over yourself?”