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honeypiehotchner · 4 years ago

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delicate -- Hotch x Reader one-shot

Here’s that one-shot I’ve been holding for a while! Named her delicate after Taylor Swift’s song, purely because of the whole “dive bar on the east side/where you at?” imagery. I listened to the Spotify Singles (acoustic) version of the song while writing this, if you wanna listen while you read! Enjoy!! xx.

Summary: Hotch doesn’t go to bars very often. Until he meets you at one.

Warnings: age gap (reader is somewhere around 24-25), mentioning of being safe at a bar (so alluding to date rape drugs), harassment from one drunk dickhead

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Hotch doesn’t go to bars.

When he’s not on a case, working on paperwork for a case, or caring for his son, he’s normally asleep.

Not at a bar.

But some nights, the memories are too much. Some nights, the cases take a toll on him — especially the children that never made it back home to their parents.

He doesn’t know why he’s in a bar. The only time he comes is when the team goes out and wants to drag him with. It’s normally Dave who manages to get him to agree to a beer or two.

But Aaron is alone this time.

You, on the other hand, know exactly why you’re in a bar.

You’re bored, you’ve just finished your masters degree, you need a drink and some time to yourself to people-watch.

It’s fun, really. Observing people while they’re drunk. You usually have one drink and switch over to water, wanting to remember the things you see while also staying safe.

But occasionally— or, well, more than occasionally by the sheer unfortunate fact of you being a woman alone in a bar, you get the typical man sliding into the seat next to you before he’s even all the way through his rehearsed, “Is this seat taken?”

You never answer. There is no point in trying because their ass already hits the chair before you can say, “Yes, it’s taken, by my foot, now move before I kick it up your ass.”

You never say that, not often. Sometimes the guys can be pretty big assholes, but the bartender, Vanessa, knows you well, so she usually threatens security before you get yourself in trouble.

Unfortunately, tonight looks like it’s going to be one of those nights.

The bar is packed for a reason you aren’t privy too until you see (and hear) the random band start a new song. Great. Performance.

Still, you snag the last seat at the bar, waving to the bartender when she sees you. You barely get the seat warm before she’s sliding your usual in front of you.

“It’s on the house tonight,” she yells.

“What?” You shake your head. “No the fuck it’s not.”

She leans closer so she doesn’t have to yell as loud. “You are my saving grace in this sea of assholes, so yes it is. We can fight about it later.”

“Fine,” you roll your eyes. You dip your hands underneath the bar to switch your diamond ring from your right to left hand.

Tonight, you’re married.

You got this ring when your last relationship ended so badly. It was a long time coming, and once you were finally able to see the other side, you went out and bought yourself an engagement ring. Just for you. A promise to yourself to start loving yourself harder, and going out with dickheads less.

So far, it’s been wonderful. You’re loving being alone. It was exhausting going on so many first dates, trying to love someone else instead of letting yourself heal.

It’s been two years of singleness for you now, and you’ve loved almost every day.

The “wedding” ring usually makes most of the guys turn the other way. A few that are oblivious will try talking to you, but once they glance at your hand, they excuse themselves.

It’s hysterical, if you’re honest.

But some, unfortunately, don’t give a damn.

Like the guy who has just squeezed his way into the seat next to you.

You roll your eyes and prepare yourself for the shallow conversations because, for some ungodly reason, the band decided now was a good time for a break.

“You come here often?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. “Nope.”

“It’s a pretty good place,” the guy says, waving down the other bartender, his name is Nick. “You should come here more often.”

“Should I, now?”

“Yeah,” the guy grins. “You’ll see me.”

You roll your eyes so hard it nearly hurts.

“Wanna dance?”

“Not in the mood.”

“Can I buy you another drink?”

“No thanks.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“Why, do you work here?”

“Look, I’m just trying to be nice.” Ah, there it is. The “nice guy” line.

You turn your head, raising an eyebrow. “Good for you. I’m not interested.”

“Ooh,” he feigns hurt, holding an open hand to his chest. “Ouch.”

You shrug. “You’ll get over it.”

“Damn.”

“Mm.”

“You sure you don’t wanna dance?”

“I’m married,” you say easily, picking your glass up with your left hand to show off your ring. You don’t drink from your glass because you made the mistake of looking away for only a moment, so now you’re paranoid that he might’ve slipped something in it.

The guy looks around, then back to you. “I don’t see a husband.” Oh, he sounds so smug. Like he’s pulled one over on you. Moron.

“He’s on a work trip.”

“Well, he’s not here.”

“You don’t want to get on his bad side, dude.”

“Oh really? What’s he do for a living?”

“He works for the FBI.” The lie slips from your mouth before you can stop it, and you almost laugh.

It’s something you’ve pulled from the countless guys that have said they work for the FBI, but have no badge to show for it. It’s always cracked you up. You’re aware there’s an FBI office around here, but you doubt a greasy, blackout drunk works for them. Let alone more than five greasy, blackout drunks in one night.

“The FBI, huh?” The guy says, just taking it in stride. “What’s his name?”

Right as you’re about to make one up until Vanessa can get back over here to threaten security, two arms slip around your waist.

You’re ready to throw caution to the wind along with your fists, but the owner of the arms says, “Just go with it, I’m Aaron.”

You turn your head to see a very handsome older man peering down at you, a smile on his lips that you can’t help but mirror. Something about his face has your gut screaming that you can trust him, so you play along.

“Honey! I thought you were in Texas!” You throw your arms around his neck for good measure, and also for a moment to casually get a good whiff of his cologne. Goddamn. You’ll gladly be his fake-wife. Any day. Forever.

“I was,” Aaron says, squeezing you before letting you go. He moves to stand next to you, his arm around your waist in a protective manner. “We landed early, wanted to surprise you.” He kisses your knuckles to keep up the act, and then settles his eyes on the man who was bothering you.

“You must be the husband,” the guy mutters bitterly. “You really work for the FBI?”

Oh, fuck, you think. This guy just doesn’t give up. A few future scenarios flash before your eyes, but the one most alarming is a fight erupting, which isn’t all that far-fetched. You’d never be able to come back if you caused something like that.

But before you can stumble through some excuse, Aaron is pulling out a badge. An actual badge.

“Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner. I’m the unit chief of the BAU,” he says easily, holding his badge out for as long as it takes the guy to inspect it. You have no clue what BAU stands for, but you’re just thanking whatever Gods might be real that this is happening.

The idiot is scowling by the time Aaron puts his badge away. He leaves without a word.

Your jaw nearly drops as you watch the guy go, and literally leave the bar. You had hopes that he’d leave you alone, but leaving the bar entirely is even better.

Aaron’s arm slips from around your waist as he moves to take the now empty seat next to you. All the while you’re gawking at him like you’re in some fever dream.

When he catches your eyes, he says, “What?”

“Am I dreaming?” You blurt. “Do you really work for the FBI?”

He chuckles and pulls out his badge again, holding it out to you where you can read it. And sure as shit, he’s an actual FBI agent. What the fuck.

You look up as he pulls his badge away. “Did you hear me tell the guy my husband worked for the FBI?”

Aaron shakes his head. “That was pure luck. By the way,” he holds his hand out to you. “I’m Aaron.”

“Y/N,” you shake his hand, smiling at the fact that Aaron wanted to go through the official pleasantries and that you got to feel how soft his hand is again. “Thank you for that. I thought he’d never leave.”

“No worries. And it’s best he did, I really didn’t feel like arresting anyone tonight.”

“Arresting him? For what?”

“Well for starters, harassment. But since that usually doesn’t hold up very well, I’d have to say it was for his cocaine addiction.”

Your eyes widen. “He was doing coke?”

“Well, not out in the open, of course, but there were traces of it on his nose and his eyes had that look to them. Addicts are easy to spot when you run into them enough.”

Who the hell is this guy?

“Oh, and forgive me, what’s your husband’s name?” Aaron gestures down at your left hand. “I might know him, but I can’t say that I recognize you.”

“Oh,” you move the ring back to your right hand, much to Aaron’s surprise. “I’m not married. I only put it on the left hand to try to avoid assholes like that.”

“I see,” Aaron nods, and if you’re not mistaken, he almost looks pleased.

Vanessa returns to get Aaron’s drink, and then gives you a look.

You want to scream, yes, I’m well aware he is dangerously attractive and that he’s talking to me but don’t you dare say a word to embarrass me.

Instead, you say, “Can you make me another?”

She nods in understanding and pours out your drink, setting off to make a second after sliding Aaron his beer.

“So,” you turn your body and prop your head in your palm. “What’s got an FBI agent in a bar on a Tuesday night?”

He takes a long swig of his beer before answering. “What’s the real story behind that ring on your hand?”

“Answer for an answer,” you sing, smiling at Vanessa when she brings you your drink. She leaves without a word, raising her eyebrows at you.

“The cases can be rough,” Aaron says vaguely, bringing your attention back to him. “You?”

“Got it as a promise to myself to never date another prick ever again,” you chuckle, gazing down at the ring. “It’s worked its magic, so far.”

“So far?”

“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”

He smiles through his next swig of beer.

+++

It becomes a routine, you and Aaron sharing a drink at the bar.

To your surprise, he has the same views as you about alcohol. It’s fun to have one drink, but getting wasted and blacking out isn’t.

It’s refreshing, if you’re honest. Everyone your age wants to get absolutely shitfaced every time they go out, and that’s just never been for you.

It helps that Aaron is older. Well— You’re not sure if it helps or not. Because he is significantly older, the farthest you two have gone is sharing a drink at the bar. He usually leaves first, needing to get home to his son, to do more case work, or there was one time when he actually got a call about a case mid-drink. He was gone for two weeks after that.

But he always comes back, and he always finds you here, at this bar.

You mostly come every night to keep Vanessa company for an hour or two. To give yourself a break from the chaos of reality and to give her a familiar face in the sea of drunken customers.

Every night that Aaron isn’t here, Vanessa asks you where he is. Like you would know (you only do if he tells you of a possible up and coming case). Like you have his number (you don’t). Like you care (you don’t want to admit that you do).

“No Daddy tonight?” Vanessa teases, sliding you your drink.

“If you don’t stop calling him Daddy, I swear to God.”

“Oh, don’t swear to Him. He doesn’t need to get involved.”

You send a glare her way, but you’re holding back a laugh.

“Is he still on a case?” She asks, trying to be serious again.

You shrug. “Who knows. They can last pretty long. He was gone two weeks for the last one.”

“Keeping track, are we?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, you two are killing me here, sharing drinks and not saying how you feel. It’s torture to watch you every week, you know.”

“He’s like...twenty years older than me. Or something.”

“And?” She scoffs. “Age is but a number. You’re an adult. He’s an adult. It’s fine.”

You shrug. “He probably just sees me as a friend. He would’ve given me his number or something by now, right?”

“I dunno, men are weird. But he’s older, he’s probably scared to make a move, scared he’ll make you uncomfortable.”

You shrug again. You appreciate her trying to show you the possibilities, the logical reasons for why the two of you haven’t gone any further from the bar, but you aren’t sure what to believe. Plus, it’s been a week since you’ve seen him. The last time you two shared a drink, he didn’t say anything about a case.

So, he’s either on a case again, or has stopped coming.

The latter thought has you debating getting shitfaced wasted for the first time in years. Being blackout drunk would probably hurt you less than if it’s true that he’s just suddenly ditched you.

But what stops you is when Vanessa runs back over, eyes wide. “Just spotted your hottie.”

Oh, now he’s my hottie? “What?” You inwardly scold yourself for sounding a little too giddy at the prospect of him being here.

But if he’s here, why isn’t he sitting next to you?

Vanessa answers that one for you. “At a table in the back. He’s with friends I think.”

Friends? Never mind then on sharing a drink with him. “Oh, cool.”

Vanessa looks like she wants to say something, but is called away to another customer.

You don’t want to butt in with Aaron’s time with friends, so you stay at the bar, facing forward, nursing your one drink. Your mind conjures a plan in two seconds flat: finish your drink, head out for the night and discreetly look in Aaron’s direction, hopefully catch his eye, but if not, just go home and...shower and go to sleep.

Because if he wants to see you, he will. If he doesn’t, then he won’t.

Good plan.

Or at least, it is, until Aaron is sliding up beside you.

Your heart launches itself into your throat. You don’t say anything because you have no idea what to say. You were too busy assuming he’d rather be with his friends (which is...fine because it’s not like the two of you are...dating) to notice him walking up.

He says something for you, though. “Hey.”

Well, he might as well have stayed silent. What are you supposed to do with that?

“Hey,” you return casually, then offer a small smile. “Thought you’d be gone longer.” You operate on the assumption that he was on a case.

And he was. “This one actually worked in our favor.” He leans his elbows onto the bar, and naturally your eyes follow the movement. He’s not in a stuffy suit like the last few times, but he’s still in a dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Arms. You’re a complete sucker for arms, and he’s practically teasing you like this.

“That’s good,” you comment, taking a sip from your drink. “Here to celebrate?”

“Yeah, we are.”

Nick brings Aaron his beer, thankfully, because you know Vanessa would’ve made some not-so-vague comment about Aaron being up here -- and maybe let an “accidental” Daddy comment slip.

To your surprise, Aaron sits down.

Your eyebrows furrow. “I thought you’re here with friends?”

Aaron looks over his shoulder and shrugs. “Just my team, yeah. I imagine they’re tired of me, though.”

You doubt that’s the case, but you know that if you say that, he’ll just brush it off.

“Not even gonna introduce me?” You tease instead, but you honestly want to smack yourself. You need to get a better hold on your word vomit. Inviting yourself is insanely rude.

Aaron’s eyebrows raise slightly, clearly not expecting you to say that — or to even want to be introduced to his team. “They’re a lot,” he says. “They’ll make a big deal out of this.”

“This?” You question, gesturing shortly between the two of you. “What is this?”

“What do you want it to be?” He asks carefully, averting his eyes shyly.

“Well,” you exhale dramatically, swirling your drink. “I think when you’ve shared a drink with a woman more than...twenty times, it should at least be considered dating.” You cut your eyes in his direction, your chest swelling as you see a grin breaking out on his face.

“I think I’m a bad date,” he says, confusing you. He chuckles, adding, “You don’t even have my number!”

“I’ll get it at the end of tonight,” you say, touching his arm gently for reassurance. “Come on, I think the back of my head is burning from how hard they’re staring.”

He looks through the corner of his eyes and sighs. “I’m sorry in advance for them.”

“No need to apologize,” you shrug. “Friends can be the worst. Vanessa has already started asking questions about you.” You nod toward the bartender that is feigning interest in clearing a space behind the bar.

“I figured,” Aaron murmurs. “Okay.” He slides off the stool, grabbing his beer in one hand, and holding his other one out to you.

Your heart jumps harshly when you take his hand. It’s warm and soft and secure, everything you want and need. You grab your drink in your free hand, giving Aaron’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

As soon as you and Aaron approach the table, the older gentleman is punching the one with tattoos. “Pay up.”

Aaron witnesses the cash exchange and stares at them tiredly. “Seriously, guys?”

Meanwhile, you’re holding back a giggle.

“Well, hello,” the woman with the colorful fashion sense says. “Introduce us!”

Aaron looks ready to pretend like he doesn’t know any of them, so you step up and say, “He told me you guys would be like this.”

That gets him laughing, and he finally says, “Y/N, this is Penelope, Emily, JJ, Spencer, Derek, and Dave.” Each person nods, waves, or smiles when their name is called.

“I’ll try to remember,” you joke. “But no promises.”

You squeeze Aaron’s hand in yours, trying to get him to loosen up. He does, barely, so when he tugs on your hand, silently asking you to step closer to him so his arm can fit around your waist, you oblige.

“What was the bet about?” You ask, nodding toward the men who exchanged cash a bit ago. It was Dave and Derek if you’re remembering names correctly.

“Rossi thought Hotch was going to bring you back over here, but I didn’t agree,” Derek says, nudging Dave’s arm. “I didn’t think you’d go for him.”

“Well, that’d be embarrassing if I went for someone else, considering we’re dating,” you chuckle, leaning your head back to look up at Aaron.

“Dating? So it’s official?” Emily asks, looking a little more excited than you thought any of them would.

“I think it was official the first time we met,” you snicker. “He pretended to be my husband so some dickhead would leave me alone.”

Aaron’s arm tightens around your waist at the memory.

“Okay,” Penelope grabs her drink, then moves over next to you, linking your arm with hers. “Hotch, we’re stealing her. We need details.”

Aaron doesn’t look like he wants to let go at all, but you press a kiss to his cheek. “Told you it’d be fine,” you whisper to him.

He surprises you by pressing a kiss on your lips. Midway through, your brain reminds you that this is technically your first kiss with him. And it’s in front of his friends. Swoon.

After so many dates with guys who were ashamed to be showing any sort of affection toward a woman, it’s nice to find a man who doesn’t care who sees his affection.

What can you say? After dating so many boys, it’s nice to finally find a man.

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filipinoizukuu · 3 years ago

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I have the notebook in hand now I beg you for explanation

HSBFNDSJNFVN my dearest snail oh jeez 😭 i have about maybe dozens of stories about accidentally being y/n, so i'm prayin and hopin none of my IRLs see this. Some details hidden for privacy.

LONG story ahed, so be warned.

So. End of winter to early spring about a year before COVID-19. I was still a little snot-nosed high schooler hanging out with my friends and generally being a nuisance upon society. For those of you that have never seen me in real life, the first thing you need to know was that I was adorable, female-presenting, and had the appearance of a goody-two-shoes star student down to a T.

Now, the second thing you need to know is about my friend group and how a majority of them were guys.

I'm not talking about like, darling boy-next-doors and fellow star-student nerds. I'm talking about teenage boys. GUYS guys. Rowdy and wrestling in the hallways, getting into fights, and pulling (harmless) pranks on each other kind of guys. The gross type because I love my friends but even I can admit they're kind of gross.

One day after school, we're hanging out in someone's truck on the way to a get-together. There are about four of us just chilling, me being the only girl. Someone's phone goes off and we look to see one of us pick up his phone.

Now, this friend, let's call him S.

S picks up the phone and starts talking to it. We hear bits and pieces of the conversation and he sounds a little nervous. He puts the phone down and looks at us with a weird expression and says he needs to get home.

"What gives, S?" we ask, slouching in our seats and drinking sweet tea, like all other self-respecting teenage hooligans. "Who was that?"

S explains to us very carefully that he just got off the phone with his auntie and that she wants to have a sit-down and dinner with him. We coo and make fun of him a little and acquiesce, driving on over to his place to drop him off and embarrass him in front of his parents as friends do. We tell him as much when S lights up and looks at us like he just got the world's best idea.

(Heads up! It was not.)

"Guys! I have a better idea."

The rest of us look at each other. "Which is...?"

"What if I pretend to have a girlfriend to impress my Aunt?"

Record scratch. Pause. I suddenly remember that I am the only pretty 'ole lady in this small and stuffy truck. In an instant, all eyes on the vehicle are on me.

No, hell no. I think to myself, there's no way I'm ever going to do this. This is how every fanfic starts and I am absolutely not emotionally available enough to do this. And you know what? That's exactly what I should've said.

Instead, what came out of my mouth was this:

"Buy me a tub of ice cream and I'm all yours."

And thus, the devil's deal was sealed.

Minutes later, we're exiting the truck and looking over at S's white picket fence and perfectly maintained garden. S goes with me and I suck it up, bracing myself for the performance of my lifetime. We do not hold hands and our other friend (E) walks behind us while dying of laughter. S opens the door and we are immediately greeted by the sight of his kind-looking Auntie welcoming him with open arms.

S waltzes in.

"Auntie... this is my girlfriend, Codi."

Now, a quick word about me and how I was in real life at the point of this story. I looked the part of an adorable overachieving student, and while my grades did match up, my attitude sure as hell didn't. I'm naturally a very loud and boisterous person. I 'get into fights' and curse just as well as the rest of them. I had a reputation in a few areas for having the knack of making my underclassmen cry. The point being, I wasn't a saint.

But I was a damn good actor.

"Hi Auntie!" I greet with the peppiest and highest voice I could manage. I skip towards her and shake her hand, smiling like a cracked-up cheerleader in a Coca-Cola ad from the '80s when they made it with actual cocaine. "Your nephew S is just about the sweetest thing ever. He's so nice and smart and I'm incredibly lucky to have him!" I lie through my teeth.

In the background, I can hear E on the verge of deranged cackling while S just stands there and coughs into his fist like an emotionally constipated tuberculosis patient.

My Limit of the Day has been reached, so I shoot Auntie S a quick grin when she enthusiastically thanks me for my services and then haul my ass out their door, E hot on my heels. We leave S behind to deal with whatever shitstorm came after and I tried my best to not look back.

The moment the old truck door slams shut behind us, E abso-fucking-lutely loses it, guts busting with how much he's laughing. We high-tail it to the get-together and I make him swear up and down to not mention it for the rest of the day. It's over, at this point, the thing's been done and there's no other damage than my sanity and maybe S's relationship with his aunt. At least, that is what I thought.

Hours later, S texts me.

hey so um. remember that thing earlier?

Odd question, because how could I not?

yeah so. my aunt stayed for dinner and my parents arrived early and they asked me about school so. long story short... my whole family thinks we're dating.

Predictably, I lose my mind. I ask myself how I got into this situation and then imagine the sweet, sweet ice cream waiting for me at the end of this ride. I'm like, okay! This isn't so bad! It's actually really funny if I think about it enough. At least it's contained, right? I say my famous last words. It's not like I'll ever actually meet his family again.

So I go to bed and decidedly Pass Go, Collect $200 on any fanfics or other friendly drama that night.

The next week, I walk into school. I'm going about my normal business when I bump into my friend group. They pounce on me like a hound of dogs, making rounds of congratulations with varying faces of amusement. "What?" I go, like an oblivious idiot.

From like 15 feet down the hall, a familiar figure turns the corner and I lock eyes with him. Something clicks into place and I realize that there were actual witnesses to S's convoluted brownie-points shenanigan that I didn't consider.

"E," I say. "you are so fucking dead."

My friend group, who E had apparently told about my whole schtick as S's Rent-a-Girlfriend, breaks out into laughter and dodges as I power-walked my way to kick E's shins with the fury of a thousand 5'3 suns.

We went about the rest of our day until it hit lunch break, and of course who else to apparently wait for me in front of my class other than S himself.

S grabs me by the wrist and pulls me along throughout the campus. We're lightly conversing the whole time, me weaseling a time and date to my beloved reward tubs of ice cream as promised. Without me realizing it, we end up in front of two very familiar rooms.

Another thing, really quickly, about this whole storyline. S was not just an ordinary friend, you see. He was special, in a way, in such that his two closest friends were my crush (at the time) and his best friend who I'd recently rejected. Now those two have a whole 'nother story on their own which I'd deign to discuss publically, so you'll have to settle for those apt descriptions.

So, those two aforementioned mutual friends of ours walk out of those rooms and turn to make eye contact with us. They laugh, good-naturedly, and I sigh in relief because it seems that of all people, E had not gotten the hot gossip to them just yet.

I beckon the two of them over, being none the wiser and thinking we could take our break together when the final straw hits

S throws his arm over my shoulders and pulls me closer.

"Hey guys, Codi's my girlfriend now!"

... You can guess where the argument fits now in this timeline.

(I got my ice cream very shortly after. We're all friends now and it's all water under the bridge! This was a long story so if you've made it this far, just know that this is all but a funny memory to look back on for me and I've since moved on.)

#i want to make it clear i never really liked him like that then and i dont like the other guy like that now #if this makes yall laugh let me know i guess. this turned into a HELLUVA monster #asks #snail #long post

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writtenkitten18 · 3 years ago

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The New Band in Town: N I C

TW: forced drug use, sexual assault, depression, talks about death.

My name is Nicoletta Harkness, and I am a recovering drug addict.

All my life, all I wanted was an escape. When reality became too much of a struggle, I would close my eyes and try to imagine myself in another life. I would imagine that i was singing onstage with my band, performing and showing the world what I have to offer. I could show the world that I have more to offer than the sins of my past. I could change the narrative and pave my own destiny.

However, life had other plans for me.

My mother died during childbirth and my father was a junkie who would trade anything for crack. So, the day I turned 14, he traded me to a stranger named Charlie who offered him a few bags of crack in exchange for me. In the beginning, he was nice to me. He gave me all the dolls that I wanted. He let me have all the candy that I wanted for breakfast.

Until he started to take things to the next level.

One night, Charlie came into my room late at night. He had a glass of milk that he said was going to help me sleep easy. Something in the back of my mind told me not to drink the milk, but I did it anyways because I was stupid enough to believe that I could trust him. I remembered getting very sleepy and feeling like I couldn't control my body. My vision was very blurry and the last thing I can remember was seeing Charlie's face before everything goes black. When I woke up the next morning, I was feeling very sore around my genital area and my jaw was hurting very bad.

It didn't take long for me to realize that I was sexually assaulted.

I trusted him. I never thought that he could do something like that to me. He was like a father to me. What made everything worse was that next morning, he greeted me and he had a different energy than I had seen him before. He had this smile that brought chills down my spine and he was so close to me that I could feel his breath against my face. I had a feeling that he wasn't going to talk with all the best intentions in mind.

My suspicions were confirmed when he told me to call him Master for then forth.

For the first couple months, I resisted against anything he tried to make me do. After I realized that he drugged the milk, I would refuse to eat or drink anything that he would give me. He got frustrated over time and he would get so angry that he would beat me until I submitted reluctantly. When he would break a few of my ribs or any of my limbs, I would have to either wait for it to heal or pop it back into place myself. My recovery time would complicate my time with Master, so that was when he decided that he would try something new to help me "relax".

I would say that I was 16 when I was forcibly addicted to heroin and cocaine.

At first, I didn't want to take the drugs. I wanted to live my life free from these chains and I wanted to be free from this life that I was forced to live. But after he gave me that first speedball, my whole body went numb and it felt like I was released from my guilt. I didn't feel pain and my emotions were put on hold.

I was bound, but I could escape from my body for just a moment.

Days turned into months, months turned into years, and years faded away as I willed myself to die.

That is until He came for me.

-Flashback begins-

Master visited me today and he told me that it was my lucky day.

Today is the day that I turn 21. And Master said it's time to go away forever.

After he gave me the biggest speedball I've ever seen in my life, he used me as much as he wanted. Unlike other sessions with Master, he went on for several hours. When he was finished, he pushed me to the side, and he left me.

That was over 6 hours ago.

I wanted to go to sleep and be free of the pain that this world has given me. All of a sudden, the door to the room that was closed when Master left opened, and a young black man walked in and he focused on where I was laying.

I don't know what came over me, but my mouth spoke, "Are you God?"

The man shakes his head and walks over to where I was laying and covered me with a blanket as he picks me up in his arms and carries me to the closest bathroom. "No, my child. I'm here to help you break your chains and get you back to yourself again." He puts me down on the edge of the bathtub as he takes out a bottle with brown liquid in it from inside his jacket and he takes the cap off the bottle, trying to put the bottle into my hands. "But first, you must drink this."

I push it away and shake my head furiously. "I don't want to drink anything. Why can't you just let me die in peace?"

The man once again shakes his head as he puts his hand on the small of my back covered by the blanket. "You may feel like you have hit rock bottom and there is no way to raise your head above the water but know this my child. You were made for more than what you were put on this Earth for. You were made for a greater purpose. But we can't get started on your path for redemption until we get this poison from within your body and we get your mind in a better place. So, you must take this," he puts the brown bottle back in my hands "so you can get on your path for greatness. There is a light at the end of the tunnel my dear."

Before I drink the contents of the bottle, I asked one final question. "Who are you? And why are you helping me?"

The man smiles and shakes his head in reassurance. "My name is Gabriel and I'm here to help you out of the darkness."

-Flashback Ends-

Gabriel was there for me when I needed him the most. When I was going through intense withdrawals and I felt like absolute shit, he nursed me through every wave of nausea and the shaking spells. There were several moments where I wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again. But then, Gabriel would appear and reassure me that I was making the right decision of sobering up from the drugs. It has been 3 months since Gabriel found me and I'd be lying if I say that I didn't have urges for a needle in my arm. So, Gabriel introduced weed to help with my urges and I am pleased to say that it has helped me immensely to take my mind off the shakes. After I fully recovered from my near-death experience, Gabriel decided to give me my second chance at life.

Which leads me to my new residency in the City of Angels. A place where I would find first loves, rock and roll, and the presence of the devil.

#Andy Biersack #Bella Thorne #Booboo Stewart #Amanda Steele #Halsey #Megan Thee Stallion #Dove Cameron #Machine Gun Kelly #Johnny Faust #Lily Mayflower #Vic Lakota #Vivien Thomas #Paradise City #Paradise City TV show #Johnny Faust x OC x Gretchen Ruth #Lily Mayflower x OC #Vic Lakota x OC #Vivien Thomas x OC

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just-another-writer-cherry · 4 years ago

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The one where Harry is a drug addict and Y/N fines out

Warning: mentions of drugs

Requested: yes

Type: imagine

A/N: I don’t know how drugs work, so yeah I did my best, also kids don’t do drugs it’s not good and it only hurts you more. Anyways, thanks Lovie for the request you know who are, I hope you guys really enjoy this one.

Harry’s POV

Acceptance, something us people are very stubborn about.

Help, something we refuse to take even if we needed or when we needed the most.

I don’t when or how it happened, but it did and little did I know it was going to be the end of me.

Drugs

I Harry Edward Styles am addicted to drugs. It was all supposed to be innocent one time thing. Just take puff and move on. But it didn’t, it started out with weed, I was hanging with some friends when they ask me if I wanted some.

I said yes

Big mistake

Then I moved on to marijuana, next thing you know I’m snoring cocaine. Than suddenly I fine myself trying something new. Crack. Fuck! How did this even happened? It started out with what I thought was just fun and then it becomes a stress reliever. People around you go saying they understand what the pressure of being a musician is. But they don’t they simply don’t. And when you start to talk about the stress and your feelings, people tell you it’s your fault for using such career. Hell! Was it that bad to follow my dreams.

Anyways now I’m here once again meeting with James, my drug dealer, the one that delivers the goods. I see him walk towards me, it’s hard to forget what someone face looks like after meeting with them for over a month. I’m currently dress as if I was a gym. Why you might ask, well nobody knows this side of me, so I need to keep a cover. That and I can’t afford to lose the people around me. My mom, sister, my princess y/n, my friends. I just can’t, specially y/n I can’t afford to lose the best thing that has happened to me. I’m madly in love with that woman, she does things to me, makes me feel things that no one has ever made me feel before.

I’m snap out my thoughts by a voice

It’s James

“Hey brother” he greeted me

“Hey, did you bring it? I ask him, looking around making sure no one was taking pictures or anything

“Course I did, the usual right?”

“Yes, um here” I handed him $500

“It’s hice doing business with you sir, have a nice high” he says his goodbyes

I find myself walking home to my beautiful girlfriend with a brand new bag of weed and cocaine to smoke my stress away.

God what have I done.....

~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N POV

Harry has been acting weird lately, not that good kind of weird. Had been distance, I try to talk to him but it doesn’t work, he either avoids it or just changes the subject. Either way, today he told to me he was going to the gym, right before diner. Strange but I decide not to question him either, just go with flow.

As I’m cooking dinner in the kitchen I hear our front door open

“Babe, I’m home!” Harry said, dropping his gym bag on the floor

“In the kitchen H” I reponded him

“Smells good in here, what ya making sweets?” He ask coming towards, planting a sweet kiss on my forehead

In that moment I smell something weird on him, almost like weed. It can’t be, he won’t, he knows better than drugs.

“Your favorite” I say with a sweet tone of voice at the same time putting a sweet smile across my face looking up at him

“Did you go to gym?” I ask him, he isn’t sweating or smells like sweat, plus he doesn’t have his headphones on or hanging anywhere

He gives me a strange look

“ course I did, why you ask darling?”

“Well for one you don’t smell like sweat and two your headphones aren’t hanging from anywhere ” I say as matter of fact

“Well that’s because I took a shower at the gym before coming here, I put my headphones in my gym back , lovie” he said,

“Right but you never take shower at the gym”

“Decided to change it up a bit today”

I just look at him for a second, he looks drained, pale, tired, dark circles underneath his eyes, god H what are you doing to yourself

“Go get change H, so you can come down on time for dinner” I tell

“Yes ma’am” he said and left the kitchen

Once he left, I turn the stove off and go where his gym bag is.

I pick it, open it and start looking around to see if I can fine something.

What I fine next makes me question wether I know the real Harry or not and wether he loves or not

I drop the gym bag, my shaky hand only holding a ziplock bag, tears form in my eyes

It’s not just any ziplock bag

One with drugs in it, if I had to guess it’s weed and cocaine

What have you done Harry

I’m in so much shock, I didn’t even notice Harry standing there, I look at him slowly, with red eyes trying to content my tears.

“Please tell me it’s not yours, please” tiny tears start to fall

“I can explain” it’s all he says,

I just look at him, disappointed, mad , hurt

“Explain then, tell me why in the fucking world you have drugs in your bag?!”

“I’m sorry”

He is crying, I’m crying we are crying it’s a mess

“Why?! Why Harry?! What did I do wrong?! I have always been there for you! Why?! I say throwing the bag of drugs on the floor

“I don’t know, it was supposed to be a one time thing I swear it” he says, crying sobbing

I give him a “are you kidding” kinda look

“Seriously Harry! You have to be fucking kidding me! Anne raised you better than this! Drugs are never and will never be a one time thing!” I screamed angry with tear rolling down my face

He stays quite, doesn’t say anything else

“I can’t even look at you right now” my tone is normal this time, I walk pass him, getting bag

He turns around

“Where are you going? Please tell me your not leaving, you can’t leave Y/N, please don’t leave me” he says

Harry tries to crap my arm but fails when I pull away

“I need to be away from you” it’s the only thing I say before I walk out the door

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry’s POV

No no no she left, my love left, fuck how stupid could I’ve been. It’s all my fault. I’m crying, I’m a mess but I do the only thing I have been doing for the past few moments.

Drugs

I take the bag and get the weed out and roll it up

I start to smoke it but it’s not enough, I need to numb this feeling

I take the cocaine out, put it onto the table, make the lines and start to snore it

What have I become

~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N

I walked like a block before I decide to call Anne, my crying as calm down now, it’s more so of a shock. I still can’t process what just happened. It’s a lot to take in. I’m in no condition to drive which is why I didn’t take the car. I’m scare I don’t know how Anne or Gem will react to this, Harry really took it too far this time.

I dial Anne phone number

( phone conversation) Anne Y/N

Hey

Hello sugar, are you okay?

I’m- can you please pick me up, I’m like a block away from our house

Yeah, of course. What did he do this time?

I will tell you once we get to your home

It must be really bad if you had to call me

It is

Ok hang in there sweet heart

Thanks Anne

(Phone coversation end)

I wait for like 15 min before I see Anne car, she stops in front me.

“Hey”

“Oh no, you’ve been crying, it’s that bad?”

I just nodded

The rest of the car ride is in silence

~~~~~~~~~

Once we arrive to Anne’s house the first thing I do is seat on the couch, she follows after me.

“Where is Gem? This is better with you two here”

“I’m here” Gem said coming from downstairs

“What did he do now?” Gem ask sitting besides Anne

“I can’t beat the bush around with this one, he is doing drugs guys and I don’t know how or when it happened” I say breaking down and crying

They both look shock, speech less

“No him, no my son” Anne says crying

“We have to help him” says Gemma

“ I don’t know anymore, I’m so mad and angry, I feel like I have fail him and our relationship”

“You haven’t failed anyone dear, you’ve done more than enough” Anne told me

“You’re right Gem we have to help him, I don’t what are we still doing here” I tell them and both of them nod in agreement

We get our bags and head to the car

~~~~~~~~~~

Anne park in the drive way, I’m the first one out the car, I open my bag in search for my keys. I get them out, Anne and Gem already behind me.

I open the door and the first thing we all notice is the smoke and smell of weed but the second thing worries me the most

A crying Harry, sitting on our living room floor. I start to walk towards him, the closer I get the more I can hear him whispering my name.

“Harry, baby it’s me, I’m here” I’m kneeling down in front of him, trying to separate his arms so he can look at me

“Y/N” he said

“Yes baby it’s me, are you okay? What have you done” I ask him

“I think he needs a cold shower y/n” Gem said

I look up at her and nod my head

“Anne can you help me get him off the floor”

“Yes dear”

“I’ll get him a change of clothes” Gem said

I gave Gem a nod. Anne and I both somehow manage to get him off the floor, we start to walk towards the shower. Anne gets out the bathroom and I start to undress Harry. I turn the water to cold.

“Get in with me please” he ask

“Course baby” I cant deny him anything at the moment

The water hits Harry first, he mumbles a “cold” I start to wash him, he starts to shake a little bit but I decide to just stay in for a bit

Once we are done with shower, I get out first and grab towels for both us. I rap a towel around his waist and around my body.

We get out the bathroom and walk up to our bedroom, that’s when I see Gem standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“You’re stupid Harry, I left his clothes on the bed”

I nodded, Harry didn’t give her any reaction. I guess is from being drained from all the smoking and snoring he was doing before we got here. At the corner of my eye I see Anne cleaning the living room, little tears falling down her face.

God how did we get here

~~~~~

I change Harry into some fresh clothing as well as myself and set him down for nap, I stayed with him until he was completely asleep. Once I was sure he was asleep I got from the bed when down stairs.

I see Anne and Gem sipping on some tea, they both look drained, tired ,pale and I have a feeling I don’t look any better.

I walk towards them, I take a sit with them

“He is taking nap right now” I told them

“What are we gonna do?” ask Gem

“Help him” said Anne

~~~~~~~~~

3hrs later

The three of us are sitting on couch doing whatever when we hear Harry coming down the stairs

I was the first one to get up, I walk towards him and gave him a hug, he seems a little taken aback at my actions but quickly reciprocateds

“Have a nice nap?” I ask him once I pull back from the hug

He just nods

“Want some water sweet heart?” Anne ask from behind me

He just nods again, Anne walk towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water

“You’re stupid and deserve to get the beating daylights out of you, I would do it if it weren’t for your current state” yeah that’s Gem

“I know” he said, Anne comes out the kitchen and hands him the glass of water. He drinks it all in a blink of an eye

“I think we need to talk” I said

We all take a sit at the kitchen island, I sit on Harry’s lab, gem and Anne sit beside eachother in front of us

“When did you start?” Gem ask

“It was while I was on tour, I swear it was supposed to be a one time thing but I don’t know what happened, I guess the stress got too much. It’s not excused but it’s the truth”

“Have you tried to stop?” I ask him

“No I can’t, it’s part of my life now , I need it” he said and all I wanna do is cry

“ we are all here to help you” Anne said

“Why didn’t you told us earlier?” I ask

“I didn’t wanna lose you guys” he said with guilt in his tone.

“We will always be here for you, Sweets” Anne said

Gem and I nodded

“Thank you guys ” he said crying a bit, I hug him, then Gem and Anne join the hug

After our little group hug gem said

“Mom do I have your permission to beat the shit out of my stupid brother?”

“Hell yes you do” Anne said

“Even I agree” I said getting down from Harry lab

Harry just look at Gem who was holding a plastic knife , next thing you know he is running and Gem right behind him

Anne and I just look at eachother then we burst in a fit of laughter.

Then I knew we’ll be alright

#harry styles imagine #harry styles #harry writing #harry styles masterlist

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ladyfeldspar · 4 years ago

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By the power vested in me by my RNG, I give you...

6x09: Free Hat (aka the reason I broke the second disc of Season 6)

This is hella long, sorry not sorry.

Some days I think season 6 is my favorite season.

Tweek standing behind the other three at the SP sign will never cease to make me happy. <3

I hate ET because I think he's a creepyass little alien and I don't appreciate seeing him first thing in this episode. 😂

Okay but I love when Kyle's saying, "...to make ET more PC," he's doing little air quotes with his one hand, like:

Stan: "That's gay." Back when saying things like that was only mildly offensive and wouldn't cause riots.

I've never seen Saving Private Ryan, and I know that it's said that it can be really triggering for people who have actually been to war and everything and I don't want to diminish that in any way, but whatever I paused on here looks like some kind of nether realm squid ghost monster and it's amazing.

I love the progression of their expressions here: angry, unimpressed, concerned, and "why is this happening?!"

And they're all so excited for Star Wars, that's the cutest fricking thing! I would love to see Tweek and Craig watching Star Wars together, just try and tell me that wouldn't be adorable!

ALL OF THEM ARE SO MAD! I fucking love when Tweek gets the little angry eyebrows.

I will never ever not want to hug him whenever I see Tweek shiver like crazy while the other kids just stand perfectly still.

The message in this episode is actually so good though. "Movies are art and art shouldn't be messed with!"

"Yeah we could form a club that takes food stamps from poor people and then we could sell them back to the government for a profit!" Tweek’s face here is priceless.

Poor Tweek. There's kind of a pattern in these episodes where multiple times he tries to stand up for himself or walk away from the main kids, but Cartman bullies him into staying and it just breaks my heart. As opposed to Craig in the Pandemics who's just like, "Fuck this." And as much as I adore all of the S6 Tweek episodes, I'm really glad he didn't stay hanging out with them for any longer and that he went back to the group of guys that are actually his friends. <3

"I'm not, I'm not a team player!" 😭 That being said, I could listen to Tweek talk all day.

"You have to offer fabulous prizes if you want people to show up to your stupid crap!" is just the S6 version of, "More people will come if they think we'll have punch and pie!" 😂

Stan: "Tweek, you go make fifty hats." Look, okay, I don't hate Stan, all right, but what the hell dude, go make your own hats! Why would you give the anxious kid a big responsibility like that!? At least have Kyle help him or something. Like you say you need to get the gymnasium ready which means what, make a banner and set up some chairs? And you're telling me you couldn't have split up the making of the hats? Jesus Christ.

(Yeah, okay, I know, chill out, they're 8.)

I posted this on my Tumblr before, so I'm not going to do it again, but that TINY LITTLE SHRIEK THAT TWEEK DOES after his dad says his name. I just. Literally. Die. Of cuteness. Every single time. It's my favorite Tweek shriek of the entire show, hands down.

On another note, his bedroom is so empty in this episode compared to in Tweek x Craig! I wonder what changed between here and then.

Tweek being able to calm himself down with some meditation is honestly so cute. And look at his happy place! I would love to have this on a shirt or a bag or just like as a piece of art hanging on my wall or something.

Cartman's giant face showing up there. 😂 I remember the first time I saw this episode that actually startled me so much.

"I was up, all night, making hats! I only slept for an hour- and then I DREAMT about making hats! But I only made fifteen!" - This has been one of my favorite lines since forever. I make it my status on things a lot and then everyone asks me why I was making hats all night. 😂

I love Stan's expression here.

"I don't have nearly 1000 hats!" "They're gonna kick your ass, Tweek!" 😡😡😡

Look at this shot! It really looks like Stan is the only one remotely concerned about Tweek's well-being here.

We get so much of Tweek yanking on his hair in this episode. </3

How am I less than five minutes into this and I have talked this much?

The townspeople are literally so stupid. Good job, Skeeter.

Stan makes good speeches when he wants to. Although, you know, you shouldn't make promises without fully knowing what you're doing.

Only Tweek would think going on a TV show is terrible news. (Just kidding. I agree with you, Tweek.)

I've never understood the "1-2-3, dibs!! "Knee!" thing. Like I know what dibs is, but where I come from knees were never involved.

Typical Cartman. I feel so bad for Tweek, but I love when he looks down to see "Advocate of Toddler Murder" underneath him. Cartoon logic is the best logic.

There's also a lot of good Tweek shrieks here too.

"It's easy!?" "Yes... It is easy."

"We believe that films have to be taken away from people like Steven Spielberg and George Lucas because they're insane." The way Kyle matter-of-factly delivers this line kills me every time.

They honestly made SS and GL look so creepy. 😂

I like that Cartman's voice kind of cracks when he's like, "That's Steven Spielberg and George Lucas!"

Someone just let Tweek go home, please!

"Uh, we thought we were speaking for the children." "Yeah, we're children."

"I'm not a Jew!" 😂 Thank you, George Lucas.

Okay, full disclosure, when I first saw this I hadn't seen Raiders of the Lost Ark and I didn't get the big deal. 😂 But I do now!!!

"He...killed 23 babies in self-defense?" "Hat was attacked maliciously and unprovoked by a gang of babies in West Town Park. When that many babies get together they can be like pirahna!" 😂 I say this all the time.

Skeeter. 😂 Honestly, you are no help at ALL.

Second time this episode Tweek tries to say no and walk away.

"People aren't that into you, Tweek. They find you kind of annoying." This is so meta because I remember people complaining all the time that Tweek was a one-note character and that he had nothing really to add to the show and I just want to say SUCK IT TO ALL THOSE PEOPLE BECAUSE LOOK HOW LOVED TWEEK IS NOW. Everyone who was on board the Tweek train from the very beginning say, "Cupcakes!" 😂<3

These kids, man. I love that it’s so easy for them to just get into all these places.

"Get it, Tweek!" "Huh-uh!" I love the way Tweek says no. But, I mean, AGAIN, he tries to say no and Cartman bullies him. I don't think he ever really wanted to be in their group in the first place. I think they picked him arbitrarily in Professor Chaos because they saw him as weaker than them, and then Cartman just didn't let him quit.

The little debate about melting his icy heart with a cool island song is also something I quote often. AND THEIR LITTLE OUTFITS! I love that Tweek's is green and pink! I don't know what the hell is going on with the sleeves on everyone else's though.

"Those rams can do to us what they will, Mr. Lucas." 😂

Oh, George Lucas. You were so close to being a hero.

Stan: "Fuck you Steven Spielberg!" I've watched this censored so many times that hearing it uncensored is so fricking satisfying.

RUN TWEEK RUN!!!

The walkie talkies are such a nice touch. 😂

"The one with the cocaine problem escaped, Mein Director."

Mannn, I miss when they used to throw live action "commercials" into the episodes like this. This also is from the time where I was like hella attracted to Trey Parker so seeing his face is always welcome. 😂

"We always meant to have Imperial Walkers and giant Dewback lizards in the background, but simply couldn’t afford it."

Oh my God, I'm always so proud of Tweek for talking to this huge crowd of people and trying to get them to help him! His little talking through his teeth, like, "We are not talking about Hat right now, okay?!" He's trying so hard!

"Oh God, I'm gonna have to do this myself! Oh, God!" just breaks my heart! YOU CAN DO IT, TWEEK! 13 seasons from now you'll have someone who helps you believe in yourself, just hang on!

Tweek with the bazooka, oh my gosh, always makes me so happy. I can't tell you how much I wanted him to just blow them all the fuck up the first time I saw this.

"All I want are my friends. Except for Cartman, you can keep him." YEAH, TWEEK!

I hate that Steven Asshole Spielberg manages to talk enough crap to make Tweek hesitate. He was so close! I wonder how he would have felt if he actually did it though, Maybe it's better he didn't? It might have made his anxiety worse if he actually blew people up now that I think about it.

"In the tropical isles with the coconut trees, the air is fresh and the people are free, but here in the mountains there's no freedom like that, there's a man in prison and his name is Hat!" This gets stuck in my head so often.

It makes it so much better having actually seen Raiders, especially for this part. I honestly thought the melting faces was just a South Park thing but nope.

I also really love what they look like turned away with their eyes closed too. <3

Like what even is going on in this scene. 😂

Oh my God, okay, and I know that Hat is a terrible person and I want to clarify just in case, I do not think killing babies is funny, but just the way that baby crawls up the person's arm to avoid getting passed to Hat is always so so funny to me and I can never explain why.

Tweek being the only one to be appropriately horrified by the fact that Hat is being given a baby.

"Sometimes the things we do don't matter right now. Sometimes they matter later. We have to care more about later sometimes, you know? I think that's what separates us from the Steven Spielbergs and George Lucases of the world." This is still so relevant.

The ending of this episode is also so much better after actually seeing Raiders. 😂

And we close off with a 9/11 joke. Perfection, Matt and Trey, thank you & goodnight.

#south park #free hat #tweek is the best character fucking fight me #thus endeth another nonsense episode rewatch #southpark #sp #south park free hat

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mrsunderhill678 · 3 years ago

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Woops, I wrote again

"What a shame it is, ta recognize the fingers that pulled back the hammer. What a shame it is, when the man in the mirror's the one who shot the gun." - Darnell Bronko

"They tell ya heaven's in hiding and lead you to the edge of your sanity, whispering, "Jump, heaven sits at the bottom." And as you fucking fall, you begin to realize that angels never fell, they jumped and thought it paradise." - Jess Mercikal

"I'm a grave dug too early, digging up my own bones, always wondering why the different are damned whilst the powerful are celebrated for their indifference. But I guess that's just how it goes, huh? The boy who cries wolf is loved by the predator, for he falls easily into his maw. But as he begs for a savior, everyone passes the different boy by because "He asked for it." - Havio Bonecross

"There is no beauty more pure than the release of life, the gasp of the heretic soul whispering like smoke on the edge of the saint's holy knife." - Vareeth Gospel

"She was a delusion of the worst kind. Of the breathing, haunting kind that digs it's fingers into the recesses of your skull and crushes every thought, every memory with dream slathered hands. And she was the worst kind of evil that consumes, and consumes, and consumes until there's nothing left but the girl that was, but is no more." - Zacharia Von Shelrick

"My mind drifts back ta the days'a pain, and every time I see brokenness reflected in the eyes'a that old orphanage. And I can't help but think'a that little girl, chokin' on darkness and delusions before she ever had a chance ta live. And that's what pain does ta ya. It kills innocence and replaces it with himself." - Clayborne Pettygore

"In the eyes'a innocence decayed I met young evil, killin' a young girl from the inside out as if that old eightball had whispered she'd fall inta the darkness without a damn doubt. And every now and then, my darkness reminds me that in some ways, I'm just like that little girl. Dead too soon. Corrupted too young. A grave before I ever crawled." - Sampson O'Connel

"Some men get choice. Men like me get ta follow fate's river as it fuckin' sweeps em away." - Wyval Killsrift

"Son, I'd go inta the dark gently if I were you. Her teeth are sharp and she likes the kinda prey that fights back and dances on 'er tongue." - Wyval Killsrift

"I've got a knife in the back of my throat, and it coats my words in blood." - Wyval Killsrift

"Peel back my skin and tear me apart in search for redemption. In search for beauty. But all you'll find in the remains of my ribcage is a heart faded to black where all the red used to be. I'm a power lusting, sin starving, wretched beast, preying on his own flesh just to survive who he's become. But I like it that way. I always have. There are many forms of death that don't end in a funeral. A kind of death you can only see in the flickers of emotion in a cruel man's eye." - Totalis Sinsbad

"Evil wears many faces. But the evil I met, she wore only one." - Bob Smyke

"I don't think you ever really leave that first high. I was just young and dumb when I went on my first trip. I soared through the air on acid wings and smoke. My eyes spilling with tears that tasted like blood on my whiskey scarred tongue. And I'll never escape that memory. That addiction to the liminal. To the blurred edges of reality. I've grown so achingly tired of this body. I just want to fucking escape myself. And that's what my addiction gave me. But I the snake tongued devil, shaped like pills and needles never told me he'd carve small pieces of me off as I slept and dreamt of greater things." - Mieda Brushvaker

"Escaping reality's a deadly, thing. First, you tell yourself it's just this once. You'll never fucking do it again. And you keep telling yourself that. Before ya know it, people start leaving you because you're just a cocaine husk, bleeding from the tip of a heroin needle. I told myself I'd quit again, and again, but that shit changed me. And in some sinister fucking way, I'm always going to be a junkie, caught between this rift in reality. Cause I just ain't been me ever since white powdered fingers came for me in the dark and choked the reality from me." - Armano Sketer

"I wouldn't get in the habit of denying reality. It's a knife, my friend. And with every denial of it's existence, it sharpens. And it prepares to cut, slow." - Darwin Flowrick

"I'm a lustful, starving, crooked shadow. Feasting off of innocence. off of scars. Off of pieces of fragility and wicked divinity. Many call me a monster, but I'm human. Dreadfully human. And isn't that what makes their hearts run black? I am as human as they who damn me. I used to be just as innocent. But I came for myself, with teeth reddened by the slaughter, claws sharp and hungry for a young boy's innocence. And with pale, crooked eyes I desecrated my sense of self, and tore it apart piece, by delicious, starving piece." - Darwin Flowrick

"Redemption passed 'er by, and delusions came for 'er with feral, rotting teeth. If she ever knew innocence, it curled up in her chest and opened in her heart like a dyin' flower. Blackining. Decayin'. Dyin' before she ever had a chance ta fuckin' live. I once asked 'er "Why?" And all she ever did was smile and ask, "Why not?" And that's such a wicked kinda' evil. Such a relentless, fucked up kinda misery. And I always wondered, as she faded inta the night if she went home ta the darkness she'd always lived in." - Roan Scorpio

"Darkness beats in my chest, like a soft, quiet melody told by very few. They say it's forbidden. They say it's cursed. Dreadful. Deadly. But I like the way it resurrects me. The way it pulls my cracked bones back together. The way it stitches the flesh and sits, like blood on the tongue. I sway under the dying light of innocence, closing my eyes as I know, I've truly felt what it was, to die. And it came for me with pale fingers and crooked, bones. And I like the way it nips at my scars with reddened teeth and tells me this horror is beautiful." - Elzibith Varcoat

"There's a ghost in my head, and it whispers reasons for it to haunt me. You'll fall back, it says, you'll grasp at that sweet release just to escape from the mind numbing reality of who you are. And I always fight back in whimpers, and cries, and tears in the corners of my eyes. It's not so easy fighting a war when the enemy is yourself, and it's who you are on the frontlines. Armed with rifles full of addiction and needles, ready to prod. And tear. And chew away at me until I'm me no more. Just another drug bound, addiction fueled ghost." - Torva Allidaine

"Truthfully, I am not a human being. Humanity was ripped from me first from bullet hole fangs and gunpowder dripping tongues. And as I tried to scrap together what pieces of me I had, humanity was once more torn away from my bones. For pale fingers came in the dark and ripped, away. As if I was just another layer of skin hiding the bitter, rotten goods. So I do what I can with what little I have. I kill a bad man. I fire off another fucking bullet. Because that's all I am. A thing that goes bump in the bad thing's quiet darkness." - Amarillo Crocker

"Sometimes, I must confess, I begin to wish I could rip away at this skin. Like a sunburn beginning to peel. I have stood in this flesh for too long. This aching, heavy, crushing flesh. This is not me. It can't be. I want to fall, like Icarus from the sky. To let my wings and skin burn away with the heat of the sun. If only to reveal the woman hiding behind all this skin. This ugly, defiant, constricting skin. I am a cage. But I've always been a cage. too." - Valdosta Coffenbury

"Hungry, reminding fingers wrapped around my chest. Stealing the air from me. The comfort. The safety. It was always there. Always hungry. Always reminding me I'm not who I should be. Who I want, to be. It lives in the mirror, and the steam from the shower. It lives in my chest. In the edge of a shaving razor as I cut away at facial hair that never should've been there. It's suffocating, sometimes. But usually, it's quiet. In the back of my head. In the back of my chest. The back of the shower. Always there. Always hungry. Always reminding me of the face that isn't mine in the mirror. And that's what it feels like. Being somebody that isn't you. Never was. Never will be. Never again." - Valdosta Coffenbury

"I fell asleep, but it weren't so kind. I tossed, and I turned. I fell inta my first nightmare'a the night. I can remember the pitch black sky. His quiet anger that was so, loud. I couldn't speak. As if the terror, or the sorrow, or whatever the fuck it was sat in my throat, forcing my words back down like tears drippin' from my cheeks. I don't remember much'a the second nightmare. Just red. Everywhere. In my throat, in my words, bleedin' from my God damn eyes. But then I was awake in the twilight, wrapped in itchy blankets and cold sweat, wonderin' if I'd woken back inta my life, or stepped inta another fucked up piece'a me." - Ace Swinton

"My heart's a threadbare emotion, starving on the memories of my mother." - Rafaela Caesar

"I want to see the vulnerable side of you as I slink under the shadows of your bed, to listen to the way your breath breaks and mourns under the weight of a nightmare and dream divided. I want to see you broken as I hide in the shadows of your closet, to hear the secrets you whisper to torn sweaters and dresses you outgrew long ago. Eaten away by moths and woven into a spider's web. But most of all, perhaps, I want to taste the blood of your malice in my mouth as your anger nips at my tongue and tries to kill this man I am. You can never be rid of me, for I am the monster under your bed, who has killed all your shadows, and butchered all your light, wondering what you'd become on the edge of existence." - Darwin Flowrick

"Running my fingers against an old, worn out photograph, I come to realize my sister was a delicate hero to herself. There was a storm in her, a deadly, violent storm of anger and sadness. But when I look into those paper eyes, splashed with her sister's tears, I can't help but think I failed her in some way, as if I'd just tried a little harder, she wouldn't be this cold case in my heart." - Sun Morvosina

"Some sins are perhaps worse than murder, worse than lust, death, desire. And perhaps my mind lusts for the things that will damn it, shoving sins into it's maw and sucking at the heart until it's bone white. But the greatest sin of all, perhaps, is that I am me, and in some way, I always have been." - Melias Skinwalker

"My heart's a gentle, moss covered bomb, and every now and then, a fragile little emotion comes on by and pulls back the pin. Can you imagine that kind of deadly vulnerability to your darkness?" - Ben Stilts

"I dipped my pen in the blood of my identity, and word by word, I wrote my death." - Shilo Andrakall

"I'm gunpowder and pistol smoke rising after the murder of another man's conscience, and as the smell of death begins to brew in the puddles of red rain, I come to realize a soldier dies the moment he steps on the battlefield, and out from his heart claws a monster made of gunmetal sacrifice and howling intentions." - Halzio Vickmon

"Blood on the hands mares the vision of the revolution, dwindlin' it down ta nuthin' but murder. But rest assured, good will come'a this." - Cedric Popovici

"It's starting to feel like this world doesn't run off of what's right, but rather thrives off of what's profitable. We spill blood and we call it noble. We fire our rifles and call it a good cause with violent tendencies. Good, does not come for men like you and me. We died the moment we stepped into a revolution built on the backs of those who fought." - Havar Swanson

“I spent so long thinking something was wrong with me. Thinking that being who I am was wrong, and hateful. But as I learned to accept myself, and met a man in the shadows of the night, I came to realize hate convinces you love is just another afterthought of the foolish.” - Paige Newdelle

“Armello's a kind, soft, beautiful soul, loving me in all the colors we can see. And even some we can't, too. As he kisses me deep, and I run my fingers through his tangled hair, I know the lost can be found, even if it's in their own Neverland. Even if they have to find beauty in a Wonderland of our own.” - Paige Newdelle

“If I have to be somebody, I want to be somebody worth being.” - Camille Trueblood

“If I could, I'd wear all their scars for them. I'd let the darkness swallow me whole. For all my life, I've promised to be their mother, their hero, their best friend. When they're hurting, mama's always here to wrap em up in a big old hug and tell them everything'll be okay. And when they have secrets that dig into their hearts, they can always come to me and unburden themselves. I'll give them everything I never had. Because I lived in a loveless home, and I just want them to know though life can hurt, it can also be so, damn beautiful.” - Camille Trueblood

“In some way, my children are heroes to me, too. I was living a lonely life until I held my two baby girls in my arms. And slowly, more of my heroes came into my life and grew like seeds of love that just couldn't wait to blossom. I must be the luckiest woman alive, to have found such joy after the hurting. To find such love after my heart stopped beating.” - Camille Trueblood

“Truthfully, I'm not a masterpiece. But aren't I beautiful with these torn edges and faded colors?" - Camille Trueblood

“Scars can only exist so long as they're hidden.” - Camila Dillingo

“There's no greater misery, really. Then being surrounded in a field of hateful hands that poke and prod at your identity until you no longer feel like yourself past all those stains of mean spirited words and actions.” - Camila Dillingo

“I think family never ended with blood. It always started with the promise of loyalty, the promise of love that grows and changes with who we become.” - Camila Trueblood

“I know I'm just one voice in a crowd of shouts, but I always had this funny little idea that even just one person can change the world." - Camila Dillingo

“I often wonder who I would be if I was not me. And I often feel as if being a man I'm not would be kinder than being this man I am.” - Calliger Cougar

“I shook hands with a faceless devil, for he's worn a thousand different faces and a million different smiles, only to realize that truthfully, he can never be himself. Again and again he tells me he wants to wipe his slate clean, but his eyes are ever filled with immortal emotion. As are mine, as are mine.” - Calliger Cougar

“We're puppets dancing on nooses.” - Calliger Cougar

“My hands are stained in red emotion, my heart scarred the dirty color of emptiness, my eyes dripping with the tears other men couldn't bring themselves to shed.” - Calliger Cougar

“The world's grown tired now, and as it's eyes begin to close, and humanity reaches it's final hour, we should come to realize with the world's aching last breath, peace shall finally rise golden over the horizon. Humanity's become such a festering plague to themselves, and we're just waiting to rot away in bodies that aren't our own." - Calliger Cougar

“Life's become little more than an instinct, really. My heart beats because it always has, I breathe because that's what I've been doing all my life. I don't live because I want to. Because truthfully... I don't cherish my life.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I feel like a flower that's decayed, and people just take little pieces of my body away because they find beauty in the broken. But no light gets through my cracks.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I can still remember my mother's eyes, filled with ugly horror. And I can still remember all those nights spent in the dark, weeping because I wished this body wasn't mine. This scarred, bruised, fucked up body.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I've tried to escape myself in every way possible. I've touched the tips of death's fingers only to recoil at the feeling of her cold skin against mine. I've killed for substances that left me dreary and high, lost in a fucked up fantasy that I didn't earn. I can still remember the way cocaine tastes on my lip, the way the needle feels pressing against my bruised skin.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I'm like salt in coffee. Everyone always mistakes me for sugar, but recoil and hiss upon the tasting of me on their lip.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I'm just a heavy and cumbersome body carrying around bones that aren't even his.” - Burasbley Highersman

“People say we rise from our pain, but I was never a Phoenix, just a bird with broken wings that never learned how to fly.” - Burasbley Highersman

“Past dis hard shell, tiny cracks begin ta appear, cause dat's da life of a fighter. She swings 'er fists no matter da trouble dat comes 'er way. Dat's what life's about. My fathah taught me 'ow ta throw a fist at eight, I could throw my brothah outta the ring at ten. I've spent my whole life preparin' for the fight so that when it came 'round, I wouldn't be da one bloodied in the dirt.” - Ronda Blousey

“I've got black eyes and bloodied knuckles from all these wars I've waged.” - Ronda Blousey

“I'm a lioness, and my roar lives on the edge'a me bleedin' fist.” - Ronda Blousey

“The cruel, the damned and the monsters own this town in my heart. The inside of my ribcage is etched with old claws and gnashed, broken teeth. Because where all my memories used to hide, only scars now reside.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“Mark and my scars are all I've still got, because my heart beat's slow and only quickens in terror. Mark and I are feeble souls trying to make it to another day in each other's arms, but we feel so cold on each other's skin. We're lost, trying to find ourselves in each other, but I think that hope left us as our children became cold cases and became lost to an ever growing statistic that leaves wounds in the hearts of a parent.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“We're all just trying to gain some ground in the town of bastards and cheats, knowing even if we play the right cards, even if we roll double six or snake eyes, winning was never an option in a town of outlaws and sinners.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“I'm a cigarette tangled mess, skin etched with a mother's scars.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“I wish I remember what it was like. To be truly happy. But I suppose when you lose that big a piece of yourself, you'll never really feel complete. Because no matter how many part time substitutes you shove into that emptiness, it remains a blackhole, consuming everything else you thought you'd always have." - Ellise Kivenstein

“I've got pain in my heart where my mother used to be, and every now and then, I can still hear her ghost telling me no matter how far I fall, no matter how much pain I'm in, I'll always be her baby girl.” - Crescella Shroovet

“Truthfully, I'm playing Russian Roulette with my sorrow, wondering which of us will drop first. It's a dangerous game, fighting against your misery. Because the bastard cheats. I've learned to let go of the things that bring me pain. I can't climb a ladder of knives and blame myself for the way my palms bleed. I can't trudge up stairs of sticks and stones and blame myself for the way the soles of my feet begin to bloody.” - Crescella Shroovet

“My heart's a tapestry of my mother's words and loss, beating slow. Beating feeble. Beating truthful. I close my eyes and remember my mother's arms around me, and I tell myself, in a voice that sounds like hers', that everything'll be okay.” - Crescella Shroovet

“I woke up in a foreign land of ash and smoke, the remnants of my bridges burning in my nostrils and pulling tears from my eyes as I realize life gives no choice to the broken man.” - Asher Shroovet

“My mother used to tell me people are equal in the fact that they all have the choice to be good, but unequal in the choices they choose. But ever since my mother became a cold case in this heart of mine, I've begun to learn nothing ever changes. All but the weather and the nature of man.” - Asher Shroovet

“I used to be part of a silent crowd, anger sitting in my chest but never roaring. But I've learned silence is the kinda thing that kills, so with these scars in my voice, I let my roar be heard. Even if it's a little weathered. Even if it's a little broken.” - Asher Shroovet

“My sister and I are warriors of loss, mourning our angel's wings but knowing no warrior ever got to keep their halo. A hero is a man who fights with honor, sparing the bad man and the good man alike. A warrior is a man who does what needs to be done, giving no mercy to the cruel man because later down the line, another will die for the trigger you couldn't pull.” - Asher Shroovet

“I've learned pain's an immortal thing. Once you feel it, it never leaves you be. But it becomes easier and easier to live with as you grow, love and learn. We're all in pain. We're all hurting. It's what we do with that hurt that counts. It's who we become after the worst of it that makes us or breaks us." - Asher Shroovet

“My pain sits, like barbed wire under my shirt, bleeding me every time I move. Every time I sit. Every time I try to flee. My pain's in the gasps of my breath and the smoke that leaves my lungs. I'm a war of change and indifference, locked away in a barbed wire, human ribcage, wondering why my heart feels so locked up in the past.” - Bryan Jensen

“My memory's a thief in the night, stealing my joy. My safety. My sense of self. It rips into me, like a knife dragging thin white scars across my hurting mind and heart. Always reminding me that I'm not worth much past the words other people say. My scars whisper to me, begging me to add more to my collection. My traumas repeat, as if I'm under a roaring river, tumbling and breaking my bones on the stones of my fucked up memory.” - Bryan Jensen

“I stay alive, if only to protect her from my death.” - Bryan Jensen

“We were just two broken children in a fucked up home, hiding beneath dirty sheets and blankets. Wondering why love never found they who needed it the most.” - Bryan Jensen

“I can still hear the shouts of my father, the open palm of my mother. Their pain became my pain. Their words became my words. It was as if they were a fucked up religion, burying my sense of self underneath holy words and verses, bound in the righteous spine of a young boy's pain.” - Bryan Jensen

“I'm a grave bound shovel diggin' the holy their beds'a eternal slumber, made'a dirt and names forgotten by all but the fuckin' stone.” - Peter Scolifade

“Truth is, monstahs hide in da kindest'a men, and all it takes for that wicked bastard ta break outta his cage is one good reason. And friend, my monster found plenty'a reasons.” - Peter Scolifade

“Cold, deathly fingers wrapped around me chest, stained teeth bit down on my skin, opening red mouths in my scarred flesh. And as the monster within' tore through me, coverin' me in reasons ta die, I knew this was it. This is how saints fuckin' die.” - Peter Scolifade

“I grew up on an old dirt road with nuthin' ta call me own, lookin' for reasons ta live in the ink spilled sky. But brothah, all I found 'tween the stars were bullet shadows and gunpowder constellations whisperin' of the end'a old Saint Peter. And it was there, under the ol' night sky that Peter Scolifade died, and out from his corpse rose a man that looked like him. All but in those wicked eyes, cold and righteous with the promise'a grim ends ta come.” - Peter Scolifade

“I ripped through me sense'a self with a dead man's knife, partin' the red sea in my ribcage, barin' me black heart ta the shadows and monsters'a dis world. And as I fell back, a mess'a things that glisten red in da night and crimson that pools beneath dead men's feet, I knew I was no more than a murder, livin' on past 'is years as a ghost." - Peter Scolifade

“In my mind, it feels like two old friends have collided fist to fist and neither knows what they're fighting for.” - Brandall Mulligan

“Under lonely and begging colored bar lights, I met a devil, wrapped in desire and lust, and all the things that go bump in the night. She's cigarette smoke curling around a dead man's finger, whirring him back to life with empty promises and whispers of a grand becoming.” - Brandall Mulligan

“You know, a ghost of the gambling den once told me that the darkness is welcoming to those who don't fight it. And I'm starting to think he was right. Because the shadows look more forgiving then the light that burns like fire on my back.” - Brandall Mulligan

“I wouldn't take a bullet for me, so why should I expect anyone else to fight for me?” - Brandall Mulligan

“Bullets fall, like red rain down my ribcage, stainin' me heart the dirty color'a murder and whiskey bound misery.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“I was always broken knuckles and shattered windows, walkin' down an old dirt road, trustin' my revolver sooner than me old heart.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“I'm an outlaw of the old night sky, angel's fallin' through my scotch glass, devils clamberin' in the smoke'a my damn cigarette.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“My ma always told me the weak man's easy prey for the bullet, the lost sheep's an easy meal for the starvin' wolf. And oh son, you're beginnin' ta look a little lost, and I got some hunger on the edge'a my bleedin' tongue.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“We're all a silver coin away from a casket, we're all a cigarette away from a wildfire. Life don't care for the dead, but damn, it don't give much a damn bout the starvin' livin' neither.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“Dare ye whisper bout me sin, I'll make sure yer damned by Sunday mornin', beggin' the preacher ta forgive yer wicked misery.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“The thing about people is, they can't heal in the place where they were first hurt. Before they find peace, they've gotta leave the origin'a the pain behind.” - Wilford Straw

“The way I see it, we're all warriors in our own regard, hearts bared on whatever kinda sleeve we got. Be it leather, denim, bare or tattooed. Our hearts are out in the open, and the truth becomes the water in which we feed and grow.” - Wilford Straw

“I once asked a powerful man with pain in the cracks'a his smile and blood on the edge'a his razor where his fall from grace began. And he told me with flickers'a sorrow in his eyes that it started with death. It always starts with death. And sadly, that's what some men think. They tell emselves their already dead, so they never git ta thinkin' they can live again.” - Wilford Straw

“After the rain comes the bloomin.” - Wilford Straw

“The day I was born life gave me a blade and threw me into a war before I ever had a chance to learn how to swing my sword. And so I earned bruises I never should've suffered through, and my back's etched with scars I didn't have the right to earn.” - Liv Creek

“I see pieces of our father lost in his eyes, the lies of our mother dancing on his tongue. He tells me this is how it has to be. This is who he has to be to survive. But survival isn't worth it if it kills who you are.” - Liv Creek

“I'm a scarred warrior wielding a rusted blade against her demons, knowing their deaths come too slow.” - Liv Creek

“I've learned the path to strength is paved in the pain of the weak. Through this path of my own broken bones I stumble, pain hanging like a sword on my lip, heart hardly beating as I choose to survive rather than live. Don't cheer for the warrior as she passes you by, don't thank her for her sins. Mourn for her as you would a grave, weep for her as you would a lost one. Because the warrior is the weak girl who had no choice but to be strong and defy who she was in the face of her pain.” - Liv Creek

“I grew up believin' in all the little things. Like magic, and fairytales, and love that would last. But my Wonderland was stolen from me by a mad man's bullet, and as I look inta the eyes of a man I used ta call brother. Used ta call family. All I see is a tickin' clock, whisperin' that my old heart's runnin' out of time with each strike'a midnight. Boomin' like thunder in my mind.” - Buster Beckem

“Ya know, I've found that I find no comfort in the idea'a the future. The past's warm and welcome, wrapped in the blankets'a my love and the red lipstick'a my lover smeared on my paint stained cheek. But the future stands cold, flecks'a snow promisin' I won't make it out the other side a man that's me. And as I leave this Wonderland'a my memories behind, I know I leave with a heavy and burdened heart.” - Buster Beckem

“This old heart'a mine used to bare it's wings with pride, soarin' over the clouds and touchin' the sun with the tips of it's fingers. But it fell like an angel, graspin' at everythin' that made it feel loved as it faded away inta the future's distant twilight.” - Buster Beckem

“I've been countin' days ever since my love was lost on me. I've been savin' every smile in parts'a myself I hide. But I can't measure the loss in me. I can't begin ta describe this bruise on my tongue where her love used ta reside. I close my eyes and I can still see her sippin' from a chipped coffee mug, hair frizzy and orange, hands stained in blue and pink paint. I always told 'er she was a masterpiece, even if she weren't perfect. Even if she made mistakes. And now, as I lie down in an empty bed, I begin ta wish it was her arms around me rather than these tear stained cheeks. I begin ta wish it was her hand on my shoulder rather than a crow perched like loss on my jacket. And I begin ta wish, as I curl this finger around a trigger, that it was her fingers curled inta mine." - Buster Beckem

“I'm the color that stains your lips as you take your own off mine. I'm the color of your heart as she dances her clawed fingers against your scarred skin. And I'm the color that trails your body as she stains you with her venom love. But I'm the color of your rage, too. The color that bleeds from between your knuckles as you grip the broken pieces of your love. The color that stains your tongue as she bites down on your lip. How beautiful, how deadly, how strange, that I can be anything you want to be, and everything you never knew you needed. While also being the very thing that rips your heart from your chest, my hands thick with the color of love, and anger and pure blood that tastes innocent on the siren's lip.” - Kaia Harzelburg

“Don't you know monsters look like people? Don't you know sinners look like saints and taste like beauty on a heathen's bleeding tongue? I was always a serpent, fingers trailing against the holy as I mark them with my lust filled brand. It's foolish, to fall in love with the serpent, but I've pressed my lips against the skin of Eve and the forbidden fruit tastes of me as she bites down on the feeble flesh of sin. Of forbidden desire. Of deadly lust.” - Kaia Harzelburg

“They say we're all sinners, damned before we were ever born, but I don't think of it that way. Sin is earned, just as sainthood is fought for. Just as good is taught, just as evil is learned.” - Bobby Sticcs

“On the edge'a death I met a boy with misery and shadows in 'is eyes, carved inta like he was just another sheep fed ta the wolves. Never did I see war break a man so young, never before 'ad I seen a man bite down on bullets and call em his fangs. But in the eyes'a that boy, it wasn't war I saw. But hell, flickerin' in the eyes of a mad man.” - Bobby Sticcs

“Some men march off ta war for honor, others find the monster inside as the bullets begin ta fly. But in some way, we're all ghosts and monsters'a the trenches, as if those dirt dug battlefields were our Eden, our rifles our flaming blades. The pools'a red in the rain our forbidden fruit. And I 'spose that made they who sent us off ta die our serpents, lies and forbidden truths flickerin' from behind their damn teeth.” - Bobby Sticcs

“We can't live behind the lines'a our enemies, expectin' them ta care when we throw our lives on the wire thin line.” - Bobbi Crazendale

“Family don't end with blood, it starts with love.” - Bobbi Crazendale

“I've got an old heart that hums and whirs ta life upon the tappin'a Vernon's fingers 'gainst my cheeks. He's my gentle lullaby, and every time he presses his lips 'gainst mine, my heart bursts with colors I'd hardly 'ave recognized if it weren't for this love we share. We love each other in colors that didn't exist, but whirred ta life as our hearts collided.” - Bobbi Crazendale

“I've been on a long, treacherous road, throwin' my fists at da 'eart'a darkness, wonderin' why it looked like me own.” - Billy Jenkins

“In da past I see eyes I used ta love, caught in da rift between gunpowdah and survival, drownin' undah da tide'a sin and love. Swept away by the hungry, starvin' need ta stay alive. I can still remembah runnin' undah da willow wif' her, swearin' I'd love 'er for da rest'a me days. But where 'er 'eart used ta reside in moine, now sits a hungry bullet, carved with a name I recognize and used ta press against me lips. But this bullet feels cold between me teeth.” - Billy Jenkins

“I'll face me future wif' a baseball bat and a grin built off all da things it took ta survive. And as me sister tells me I'm 'er hero, I know dat even if me bones are etched wif' love lost ta the edge of a bullet and da loss'a me heroes, I can do me best ta do good by her.” - Billy Jenkins

“Da broken man wif love all around 'im is blind to da beauty before 'im." - Billy Jenkins

“There's not much man can control, all but the words that tumble like devilry from his tongue.” - Beutler De Niro

“I'm a business man, and everywhere I go I see business in black hearts and lies that shake the soul.” - Beutler De Niro

“Many have described me as a monster, but I'm human, and that's what makes me so dreadfully horrific to all who witness my blood stained revelry.” - Beutler De Niro

“Do you know what lies do to man? They sit, like a guillotine's shadow over the good man's neck, slowly wilting away their sense of self like a rose decaying to black. And eventually, through the lies of cruelty, the good man dies, and from his corpse, the husk of a wolf begins to rise.” - Beutler De Niro

“Any man will pull the trigger if told it's for his own good. Anyone will sin under the light of anonymity. We're monsters beating in black hearts, convincing ourselves that in our deadly sin, that we're human. But we never were. We never will be. We haven't been human ever since Cane rose a stone against Abel, ever since Eve took a bite from the dead man's fruit.” - Beutler De Niro

“Don't mistake my kindness for the truth, my friend.” - Beutler De Niro

“I've seen misery in the form'a rusted hatchets and dusty black coats bitin' at the wind, but I ain't gonna let this murder'a crows be the damn death'a me.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“I'm a spurred boot outlaw, kickin' her way ta freedom as the bastard sons'a darkness open fire at the girl they just can't catch.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“Some folks think power's found in the edge of a revolver with a hammer pulled back. But ya could never fire power from a dead man's gun. Power always came in the form'a good people helpin' other good folks make it ta sunrise. Power's found in the good hearted, in the justice bound, in the heroes and do gooders'a this world.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“I refuse ta stand by as bad men get their kicks at the edge of a hatchet's malice.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“The sunrise waits for all who sit in the dark, and the stars shine for all those who are lost. No matter where you go, light always shimmers, preparin' to let ya back inta her gentle embrace once more. Don't dare lose yerself ta the delusion that redemption don't come for those who've hurt." - Dolly Rainbolt

“I've been a dead man walkin' ever since I first dug a grave, and under that shallow dirt, two men lie. Ol' Thomas Quisly and Margrave Ed'Collinmellow. And together, they rot, like shadows under the light's festerin' grave.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“Welcome ta the wastelands, where the weak become blood on the strong's teeth, and the strong stand above like a shadow'a survival and misery.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“Good luck tryin' ta kill this vessel'a rotted flesh and hollow heart. My humanity was ripped into by stained, yellow teeth. It pulled away at the flesh. At the mercy. At the goodness in me. Until nuthin' but a festerin' heart'a sins sat where Margrave Ed'Collinmellow used ta be. Shadow, and cruelty bit inta my heart and tasted the redness in me, stainin' their teeth with innocence and purity. Until all that ran through my veins was dark.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“The world's gone quiet these days, all but the moans'a hunger that come from the wax white graves'a man. And here I stand, just like the biters and creepers that shamble and bite.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“Ever since my mother was taken from me for the things she did to survive, I've been left out alone like a criminal amongst the dead and weary. I've spent my whole life fighting a war, just trying to survive. Just trying to get back to my mother. But fate tore us apart before it brought us together, and all I can do is clutch these memories and whisper, "I wish you were here." - Hazel Winchester

“On the dark and grimed streets I met insanity, reflected in yellow teeth and cold blue eyes. They called themselves the unforgivables, and as my death flashed in the silver of their knives, I knew why they could never be forgiven. They made a warrior out of me, but I won't thank them for these wolves' claws.” - Hazel Wincester

“I wish my mother was here to tell me how to survive. To wrap me up in her tattooed arms and tell me everything's going to be okay. But she's a broken piece in my memory, always bleeding me. Always reminding me that she's not here.” - Hazel Winchester

“Always reminding me that she's not here. I speak in the tongue of violence. My words have become steel clashing on steel. My song has become blood on innocent hands. And this language I speak has become teeth gnashing and biting at the good in me until all that remains is the survival, in me.” - Hazel Winchester

“I'm a lion lookin' ta the grey and empty sky, wonderin' why the only color I see is red.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Dare not walk inta the shadow of the circus, where bad things are done in the dark and plastic teeth rip inta the hearts'a the frail and weary.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Wherever I go, there's a siren callin' me name in strobe lights'a red and blue, tellin' me I'll be the last one standin' in a murder full'a crows. But here I sit, as the one beast I can't tame, my heart nocturnal, my ribs broken by the beast that rattles in my damn chest.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Look deep inta the eyes'a those who preform and you'll begin ta find it's pain that drips from their tears. Our laughs are made'a glass and we're just the beasts taught how ta dance. There lies no beauty in this paradise, for Eden's been consumed by a serpent's maw, and the angel who swore ta protect lies silent in the belly'a the snake.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Long ago I asked life what I'd become, and as I stared at a pool'a my own blood, all I could see was a red lion reflected in me pale and hungry eyes.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Life is lived at it's best when it's simple. When it's beautiful in it's odd and whimsical mundane fantasies.” - Beckett Cruvell

“My thoughts and who I am just don't align, cause as things begin to change, my regret stays stagnant. And it claws at me, ripping through my throat as it says, "I wish you the best with me by your side." - Bartholomew Stiller

“I've spent my whole life wanting to bring justice to the cruel, to bring peace to the good. But as red and blue sirens blare in my head, coloring the smoke and fog the color of justice and division, I begin to realize I'm just a gunshot echoing between my own dead eyes.” - Bartholomew Stiller

“Who am I past this anger? Past these sins? Past the gunshot fired off in rage and bitter consequence?” - Bartholomew Stiller

“Some secrets are better left undug, but there I stood, shovel in hand, unaware it was a grave I dug for myself. And as I fell, clutching at roots and dirt, I came to realize looking for secrets in the dark is like playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded chamber. And damn, man. I just pull that trigger.” - Bartholomew Stiller

“What a wonderful world it is, ink, rippling like blood in the water, stars blinking out as humanity whither and dies like a daffodil God forgot.” - Azralos Crossvine

“Do you wish to kill me? Good luck. Killing a man with such power is no easy task. For his words live on in the empty hearts of the men and women who stood so gleefully under his boot's shadow. My words live on like a growing weed in the garden of Eden, choking the life from the roses and leaving a bush of thorns behind. It's not so hard, killing a man with simple phrases such as, "You are saved," And, "In the eyes of God, you are forgiven." - Azralos Crossvine

“I've watched men put a gun against their temple and pull the trigger for the grace of God. I've watched people leap from cliffsides to appease the clouds and stars. I've got blood on my hands, and they are drenched in the kind of words that kill.” - Azralos Crossvine

“I was just a young and dumb shot in the dark, hurtling toward a target he didn't know shared his damn name.” - Avian Browdy

“I stare heavy into the empty eyes of fate, and with a broken claw, he carves bits and pieces of me away from myself, until I can hardly call myself human with these puzzle piece scars etched into my damn skin.” - Avian Browdy

“You know, an old friend once told me monsters look just like us. They share our eyes and pretend to be human, but when they smile, and the sun glints pale on their fangs, you best know to run head over heels to escape a fate of claws and reddened maw.” - Avian Browdy

“Peace don't live in the man mercy forgot but hate remembered.” - Avian Browdy

“Shadows exist as extant forms of us, and as regret claws at my throat, I know it left it's scarf behind in my life, only to come back for it years later and fashion it into a noose around my fucking throat." - Avian Browdy

“People break you down and cast their stones against you, just to say, "That's life, better get used to it before it kills you." But cruelty was never life, just death coming for the hurting souls early.” - Gabianna Santinos

“The cruel and hateful look for justification for what they've done, condemning they who they've hurt just to feel as if they're righteous in their cruelty, in their hate. But there was never any justification in hate, just the way our emotions bleed onto others. Like a red rain coming from the dark clouds of our misery.” - Gabianna Santinos

“You can't spend your life wasting away into emotions better left spoken. You've got to let the truth speak for you when your words can't.” - Gabianna Santinos

“Mistakes are what we learn from, they build who we are, but they also leave scars. Truthfully, I'm haunted by the things I've done and the people I've hurt. They sit in my mind like ghosts who just don't wanna leave me be, reminding me that worst parts of me are the ones running the show.” - Sam Wormwood

“She saw past the worst parts of me, and told me that she was here for all of me, not just shards and pieces of me. But these days, it feels as if I'm a wayward archer with an arrow that never flew. My arrows sit in my heart, like holes of loyalty and intention. I'm always bleeding. Because I've got blood on my hands and memories I wish I could forget.” - Sam Wormwood

“As I looked into the eyes of someone I called brother, and saw nothing but cruelty in his eyes, I realized who we're around influences who we are. And I'd become cruel in the search for brotherhood. But as he swung his fist, and I laid him in the dirt, it still felt as if karma would come for me with eyes I recognized.” - Sam Wormwood

“I have to wonder if that's an angel or regret lying on my shoulder.” - Sam Wormwood

“I was just a rough and bruised country girl lookin' for a fight 'til I met her. And all of a sudden, as she pressed her lips 'gainst mine and told me I was loved, it felt as if my bruises and scars were healin', fadin' away like stars as the sun gently wraps it's arms 'round the pale orange sky.” - Morice Bronzinheit

“We're all burdened souls, buildin' up our strength ta lift the weight'a the world. But we never realize that we don't oughta do it alone. Ya see, we git this idea that our burdens are ours ta carry, and ta have another help us lift that weight would be selfish. But those who love ya are always willin' ta stand by your side and relieve ya of the burdens that leave ya crippled, gaspin' for air in an empty heart.” - Morice Bronzinheit

“I'll never come ta understand why folk choose ta succumb ta rage and cruelty, but he who pulls the trigger ta end a life's no soldier. Just a killer dressed in noble intentions.” - Morice Bronzinheit

“Home ain't some place you can go. It's found in the eyes'a love, in the hearts'a family. It ain't where you're born, it's where you felt like you could truly live." - Morice Bronzinheit

“It seems his flickering smile follows me wherever I go, and when I look into my eyes, it's his I see.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“Every now and then, my sorrow comes for me. There is no end, nor a beginning, just circles and circles of sorrow as I dance my way around the edge of misery.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“I sit like a softly spoken sorrow at the bottom of my ribcage, weeds and black rot growing out from my promises, out from my lies, until I can hardly call myself a garden with all this decay in me.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“Being who I am's such a lonely, quiet thing. It feels as if I'm cursed to this circle of sorrow and remembrance. And whiskey was always easier to swallow then the idea that I'd never return to myself. Easier to swallow then the tears, the grief, the anger.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“All my life, I've been a bruised knuckled, broken glass kind of woman, anger running like blood through her veins, fist always curled back, jaw always clenched. Because life was a fight and I'd spent my days losing.” - Avarell Boneson

“I'm an angry serenade, followed by the slight echoes of peace. But as my daughter wraps a blanket around my scarred shoulders, and tells me I'm her hero, it feels as if I've always had a place in this world. And it's to protect that girl, full of spunk and curiosity for a world that don't leave girls like her be.” - Avarell Boneson

“I've always been a fighter, but what becomes of the warrior when she's no more battles left to fight? When she's no more reasons to throw her fists?” - Avarell Boneson

“I've lived my life in a violent blackout, and I've hardly been who I am. But as I hum my daughter another lullaby, and my sister tells me I'm her hero, it feels as if I'm falling together into a person that's me. I've been cold steel and wildfire smoke for too long. I just want to be the peaceful melody that lulls my anger to sleep. But my rage sits in my curled up fist, and as I clench my jaw and prepare for another battle, I know life's not through with this wounded warrior yet. So I put rage into the chamber of my revolver and let it fly." - Avarell Boneson

“You know, my brother used to tell me that he's met death a thousand times, and as the world began to fall, I began to wonder if it was all the ghosts he'd met, falling like angels from the wounded and burning sky.” - Ash Plucker

“I used to fight who I am, my knuckles bloodied from wars I never should've fought. Because hiding from yourself is such a strange, accepted kind of misery. But as I cut my hair and traded my dresses for a leather jacket and old, torn jeans, I felt like I was slowly beginning to become me. I'd always known I wasn't a girl, but I'd never wanted to be a man either. So I'll just exist, I'll be me, and that's all I ever really needed to be, huh?” - Ash Plucker

“Cruelty never had a place in this world. It echoes on the tips of bad men's tongues, justifying it's existence by claiming it's name is survival. But if you cast it's shawl aside, you'll soon realize blood for blood was always just cruelty in disguise.” - Ash Plucker

“I've spent my whole life trying to avoid this person I am, tripping over identities that weren't me, covering my face with paint to kill the scars that whisper the story of how the joyful girl died. I've got a heart made of cracked and fragile glass, and whenever someone dares whisper who I am, it crumbles into my stomach and I bleed on these pieces of my heart.” - Amorith Vesbly

“I've never known peace, all but when Heather touches a rough hand against my cheek and tells me I'm hers'. She loves me as I am, and just as the sun loves the moon, she's here for me in all my phases, loving whichever emotion chooses to rear it's head and bare it's teeth. If it weren't for her, I'd be long gone, drifting away into the empty just to avoid this person I am. But she makes this heart of mine a bit less lonely of a place to hide.” - Amorith Vesbly

“I wish I was a war cry, but I'm just a fragile whisper, and the only ones that can hear me are the ones that care enough to listen. To everyone else, I'm just a ghost sitting on the edge of her identity, as if she wanted to leap, but didn't have the courage to fall.” - Amorith Vesbly

“I swear, those I loved follow me like ghosts in the smoke, and just as I close my eyes and think I'm okay, I find myself fading away into memories too close to forget, but too far away to crawl back to.” - Amalda Greene

“I'm haunted by the heat on my skin, by the smoke and cinders in my lungs. My mind's becoming a grave, haunted by my memories ever drifting, and no matter where I go, I can't escape this ghost of who I've become. My mom would tell me to put it all behind me, put on a brave face and think of better days. But honestly? I don't think better days are coming.” - Amalda Greene

“Life ain't just some sorrow bloody repeated, it's every mistake ya made on the way ta success.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“We're all questions ta ourselves until we earn da courage ta find da bloody answer.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“Power, I've learned, makes inhuman monstahs outta 'umanity, moldin' the good like clay, wettin' it's hands in the blood'a da merciful until da peace is no more.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“I once looked to da skies and asked for somebody ta shatter me so I could become somebody new. And out of these broken pieces, I built somebody worth bloody bein'.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“Some people want to stick to lies, just as lies have stuck to them, but we can't really find peace if we're at constant war with the truth.” - Rust Ashena

“In truth, I'm not made of stone. My bones are fragile and easy to break, my emotions whir like glass in my head, and my hands are scarred with blood and broken nails. But I'm a soldier.” - Rust Ashena

“In all this war, in all this pain, I must at least remember, I've got people who fight for me. In my garden of black petaled roses and problems, a single rose stands, like a bloom of red I'll never come to understand. When Camallo pulls me into his embrace and tells me he'll never let go, I know that at least in his love, I'm safe. He holds me while I fall apart, threading my stitches back together as I begin to unravel. Often, I feel six foot under all this doubt, all this pain, all these scars, but Camallo's always there, shovel in hand, ready to dig away at the mourning man's grave.” - Rust Ashena

“On the edge of the horizon, I see a silver lining, and I start to believe it looks like his smile, like the way his fingers curl into mine, like the way he looks at my scars as if they were a beautiful tattoo telling the story of the way I died and was born again.” - Rust Ashena

“I was just an x value I couldn't understand, trying to catch my answers in the wind as lies drifted on by. But it feels like, when Melania took my hand in hers' and told me she loved me for the very first time, I'd finally found the answer to who I wanted to be. When she pressed her lips against mine, everything began to fall into place, every question became an answer, all the unknown became known, as if my heart had always known what it needed.” - Glorice Shaywalker

“It's not the bruises that matter, or the scars, but how we let them heal.” - Glorice Shaywalker

“I'll always remember the way the gunfire echoes and ripples, as if it was a stone skipping across a lake of all the lives it would touch.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“I heard once, that she who fights for the world is very rarely fought for, and as I struggle to get to my feet, I've come to learn no one's fighting for me, and it's my own feeble fists I must raise.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“My ribs are etched with what it took to survive, my tongue wet with the blood that fills my mouth when I bite down on my tongue to keep these emotions in my skull.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“My body's a battlefield, and my heart beat sounds like a bullet casing hitting against the crimson river.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“A man I look up to once told me that we're not strong, just broken, trying to carry the weight of the world with two human hands. And as my sister looks at me, swearing up and down I'm her hero, I begin to realize heroes exist only in the eyes of those who haven't tasted war on the edge of their tongue.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“I used to be a question to the world, lost in doubt and visions of who I could be. But as I embraced myself, and found my answer hidden deep in my little beating heart, I knew this is who I was meant to be. People ask us to change while they stay the same, lost in ignorance and hate until it becomes the air in their lungs and the tears in their eyes.” - Amanda Blaze

“I was lost, stumbling in the dark, until the light of my identity flashed like a torch in the horizon. It was only for a moment, like a whisper, but it was enough for me to follow the memory of the warmth and light I felt when I was accepted as I am.” - Amanda Blaze

“Love lives in all of us like a seed, and we're just waiting for someone to come along, not afraid to get their hands dirty as they dig through our identity and scars with loving, gentle human fingers.” - Amanda Blaze

"I watched all my friends become strangers, and I'm just sitting here in their shadow wondering why I couldn't save them from the darker side of life. But I guess monsters always look at us with eyes we sadly recognize." - Jess Mercikal

“We're all looking for someone who makes us feel safe and comfortable in who we are, and when I look into my daughter's eyes, and I feel my wife's hands on my cheeks, I know I've found my safety. And I'll never find myself falling without knowing I'll survive the landing.” - Alicia Winnefred

“Life can seem so complicated, but all it takes to live is a few simple things that make you, you.” - Alicia Winnefred

“Some people say we die much before we ever live, but if you've done it right, than as you lay down for your final rest, you'll have lived, and lived, and lived, and in some odd, beautiful little essence, you'll never die. Because flowers will bloom on your grave, and that's where you'll sit, like a smile that never forgot the sorrow that made it shine so bright." - Alicia Winnefred

“I am a lie so often told, and in the pen of sheep I sit, draped in white wool with dapples of red, waiting for the opportunity to rip my teeth through the feeble skin of truth.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“My heart never beat, my mind never felt. The rare times I did, feel, was in the emotion that rippled in a dying man's eyes.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“The sheep is easily fooled into thinking he's safe, because so often wolves wear wool on their backs and kindness in their smiles, hiding the blood behind their fangs and murder behind a handshake.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“I'm just a little spider, spinning his web and watching in glee as the fly finds himself caught, struggling and festering like murder flashed on the newspaper headline's. With hungry fangs and blood filled eyes, I descend on the weary fools caught in my web of lies, sinking my teeth into their skin and ripping scars into their minds as I taste them, like a tragedy on my lips.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“My friend, gaze to the midnight sky and tell me what you see. Stars, twinkling with wishes, or specters of something that was once beautiful, shining in the dark like a grave marked with a corpse instead of stone? And then, I want you to look into my eyes, and tell me what the night sky means to a man who spills blood as if it were ink on a page, spilling into poetry and prose. I'm a vessel through which murder and lies see. Nothing more." - Akolzo Cometsphire

"Mercy is a fool's game for a cruel man." - Bovine Thukkit

"The most fearful foe of all is the one that haunts you with a long dead friend's smile." - Maxmillius Sharonbew

"Boy, you think that was death? You ain't met death 'til ya've felt her fragile, cold fingers on the edges'a your back and spine. You ain't met death until she stares back atcha with cracked glass eyes as ya look inta the old mirra. Death, Martin fucking Hatcherfly, tasted like barbed wire, bitin' down on a thirsty tongue." - Apollo Dreadful

"My anger claws at me feral, like a woman raised by wolves. Biting, clawing, scratching at the corners of my heart and skull, as if her teeth were made to kill and her claws were made of steel. And there's somethin' so temptin' about the beauty of the anger that lost it's peace in the gentle maw of wolves." - Kurizo Chandlewick

"The dark came in quiet whispers and deadly screams, as if the sky had ripped into itself, thrashin' and howlin' with the light of a thousand dyin' dreams. And that's what his shadow looks like. Them wolves are lightnin' strikes in our sky, and he's just the heavy clouds full with rain and thunder." - Miallo Strawburry

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2000 Man (A beatle!reader story) - Part 4: If Love is a Drug

She is back! And better than ever.....

Not really, sorry it’s been radio silence/lurking, she’s had something of a depressive episode recently, but she’s getting back on her feet. So yea, I don’t want to promise anything, but I’ll try to post more.

And finally get a masterlist at some point with this series, for goodness’ sake.

So yea.

When should I stop crediting @casafrass for this? I feel like it’s getting annoying, but it’s only fair.

Description: It’s the year 2000, and y/n, the fifth member of the Beatles, is advertising her new book, Madam Beatle, in her first interview of the year. We see snapshots of her life, from when she joined the band, to the trials and tribulations, to the death of the band, and everything in between. Loosely inspired by Slumdog Millionaire.

Part: 1, 2, 3, 4

Headcanons: Based off of this one, though like, not really, just the general vomit theme.

Words: 3,951 (woop, she’s a long one, get ready for some TEA)

Pairings: Honestly, just let me know if you would like me to put some pairings in here, because most of all of the ones that I’ve written, you can read it either way, so please, just let me know!

Warnings: Vomit, drugs, pills, violence, swearing

“So I understand that at one point you talk about a conversation that you had with Judy Garland.”

“Yes, she and I met, actually I don’t remember where, but it was one of those random ‘high society’ parties, and we struck up a sort of conversation. I think we found each other’s stories interesting, because, as women in the entertainment industry, even across film and music, there were some startling similarities.”

“Would you care to expand on those similarities a little?”

“I mean, besides the fact that so much of the focus is on our bodies, which we’ve already discussed, the zeitgeist of the time seemed to be that women simply weren’t ready to handle all of the pressures that that sort of system put on us. Of course, this meant drugs, particularly amphetamines, which were quite vogue in the US at the time. Judy and I were both familiar with that sort of concept, however, the difference lied in that Judy chose to go on amphetamines, and I was given them.”

“Given them by...?”

“EMI, mostly, but everyone, including me, was complicit in a way. Though, it did slip more into self-regulation in the Beatles’ later years, and I even fully recovered by my solo career. But yea, especially in the earlier ones, during our massive concert tours, a lot of it was... very strong suggestions.”

“You were known for being very strong-willed, though.”

“Yeah, but y’know, it’s my career. I guess at the time, even if EMI had let me go, I could’ve gone somewhere else on the name alone, but I was young, stupid, and scared of non-existent threats, so I really did put up with it for quite long.”

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“She hasn’t come out of that room since last night.”

“It’s called sleeping, Rings.”

“It’s past noon! She came straight up here after dinner last night.”

“And she locked the door.”

“Very suspicious.”

“You think we could get Mal to break it down?”

“What if there’s a guy in there?”

“Then we’ve got to break it down.”

“She’s an adult!”

“What if she’s DEAD?”

“Someone get Mal.”

Your eyes fluttered open. With friends like these, who needs an alarm clock?

Through blurry eyes, you could read the actual alarm clock: 3:17.

Everything was alright for about 20 seconds, and then all of the crappy feelings had re-settled into your wakened state. Your legs felt like they were filled with cement, your nose was congested, your hands were clammy, you were extremely sweaty even though it was absolutely freezing, and you were stilled tired, even though you had gone to bed at 7:30 last night.

You sauntered over to the door, pulling on a pair of sweat pants over your bare legs.

You pressed your sweaty fingers down on the cool lock and pulled it open.

“Do not! Call Mal! I am here.” Four blank faces gawked back at you, all far more spritely than you cared to admit that you weren’t. The suits were on as well.

“Is that what you look like without makeup?” John quipped in mock-surprise. He knew damn well what you looked like without makeup, he just couldn’t give up a chance to be his sarcastic asshat self. You sighed.

“Not now, please, John.” The light in the main suite was too bright, so you pushed your head into the doorway and closed your eyes. You wanted to sit down again.

“(y/n), love, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it is 3:30, and you’ve got to get your act together at some point.” You couldn’t see his face, but you knew that was Ringo.

“I know what time it is, I’m just... eurgh,” You didn’t bother opening your eyes, “This shit is exhausting.”

“We can’t can-”

“I know, I know,” you interrupted Paul, “I’ll be out in fifteen minutes.”

- time skip brought to you by I am very tired -

“(y/n), do you want me to carry that?” George appeared at your side, holding his hand out near yours, grabbing at the guitar case.

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“I don’t know if I believe that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You chuckled weakly.

“Your playing was off. You missed a few chords. You didn’t smile as much, and your voice was weaker. I can tell.”

“Rough night is all. Remember, we can’t cancel even if I am sick. But I’m fine.” Your grip on the guitar case loosened unconsciously as your arm felt weaker.

“Sure.” George swung his hand in and grasped at the handle of your case, before taking it in his own. You sighed, but still didn’t feel like answering.

“What a gentleman you are, Georgie.” John ruffled his hair with his free hand.

A pattering of very angered footsteps approached behind you, and you instantly knew who it was. Only one man could angrily footstep like that.

“What the hell was that, (y/n)?” Brian spun you around to look at him. Though you could tell that there was some softness in his eyes, and that he was perhaps worried just as much for you as for your reputation, he was still fuming.

“Whaddya mean?” You fumbled out.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice. You were out of it tonight. Well? What was it? Weed? Cocaine? Alcohol? All of them?!”

“Scout’s honor, Brian, it was just a weird night.” Brian’s grip loosened on your shoulders, as he facepalmed. He looked back up at you sympathetically.

“You’re a little pale, (y/n), perhaps you should take an early night.” You peered over your shoulder, only to catch the lads instantly trying to pretend like they weren’t listening in on your conversation. You were going to go to a very fancy club tonight, and you had been looking for a chance to dress up. You looked back at Brian, who was almost sweating. Anything to ease his worry.

“Alright, just this night. Even though I swear I’m fine.”

“Right, right. Why don’t you head back with the equipment, and I’ll head out with the boys?”

“Sounds like a plan.” You sighed and could feel your eyes droop. You trudged back to the black van and hauled yourself in the back, giving a small wave to Mal in the mirror. He nods understandingly. You shut the van doors.

“Where’s she goin’?” You hear John bug Brian like a petulant child.

“Back to the hotel, I think.”

“Killjoy.” Paul muttered.

George just watched the van leave over Ringo’s shoulder, whom he was deeply in conversation with.

- time skip -

It happened again. You had fucked up again. You’d missed some of your chords, your voice had cracked at one point, and not in the hot way, and your energy on stage was no longer a bubbly bounce, but a gentle, almost sleepy, swaying.

Your fuck-up only really hit you after, though, as you had zoned out while you were on stage.

You couldn’t go out to face the boys. You just couldn’t. You sat in your locked dressing room, head in your hands, as you stared at your knees trying not to pass out. Everything was blurry.

You were awakened from your thoughts by a loud thumping. You could feel your stomach drop. It was an angry knock. Why did men always have to be so angry?

“(Y/n), I know you’re in there.” It was John. Of course it was John. It was always John. He never knew when to stop.

You leaned back in your chair, dazed, knowing full well that you didn’t have to let him in if you didn’t want to. You shakily pulled a cigarette out of a pack on the table and it it with your delicately engraved lighter while the pounding continued. He would die out there if he had to.

“Whaddya want?” You blew a plume of smoke and coughed.

“Why are women always so dramatic? Just let me in, damnit!”

“Not if you don’t stop acting like a petulant goddamn child!”

“Call me a child, will you? I’m not the one who can’t handle every goddamn concert. What? Are you too tired? Awww, I’m sorry. Do you need a nap?”

You could feel your eyes brim with tears. You put out the cigarette, grabbed your bag, and opened the window. The wind blew in your face, and it was almost calming. Using the gymnastics skills that you had honed as a kid, you slunk out the window and onto the open street, your heels clacking on the pavement. You pulled a coat over your face and called a taxi, only offering cash but making sure to keep your looks relatively obscured. Back to the hotel, where you could sleep it all off.

- Time skip -

You slept for 20 hours, and yet, you still woke up feeling all the worse. The clock read 4:00. You were about to be late for call. There was no shuffling outside, so you could assume that the lads had already left. Awesome.

You fixed your hair, grabbed your guitar, called a limo, and added small touches of makeup on the ride there. You could barely feel anything anymore, and your body had gone completely numb. You chunked on foundation way more than usual as to hide the cold sweat and incredible paleness that your face had broken out in. Some of the powder drifted over your lips, and you felt a welling of stomach acid churn.

You swallowed, took a deep breath, and your stomach calmed down once more. You were backstage.

You thanked the cab driver before slipping through the back door, barely being able to make it open. The first thing you met was Brian having a panic attack, which actually made sense for once, as there was about 15 minutes until you were on stage.

“(Y/n)! Where the bloody hell were you?!” The rest of the lads were behind him, speaking and looking at you like some high school girl’s clique. You shot them an angry, but weak, stare.

“No one woke me up.”

“You look like death.” Paul piped up from the back.

“You’ll meet death very fuckin’ soon-” You had no time for any of the sass anymore, but a hand clamping on your shoulder cut you off. You looked up to your left, and were greeted by the face of Neil Aspinall.

“That’s enough of that, (y/n), we have something to do.” He didn’t wait for your answer, but simply lead you backstage. You were far too dazed to resist, so you simply let him steer.

“So, the company, not me, heard that you haven’t exactly been on your A-game lately, and they recommended something.” You nodded, still not listening.

“Apparently, a lot of rockstars use it, they heard about it from the manager of the Animals or something, so I thought we could give it a try. It’s supposed to help you get that burst of energy that you need.” He patted your shoulder joyfully.

“Now, this is all of the company’s doing, so, if you don’t want to take them, then I completely understand, and I’ll just tell them that you did, but I am supposed to mention them.” Neil’s voice drifted off. In front of you was a table with several small white pills and a glass of water.

“No. I’ll take it. We gotta a show to do.” You were sure that Neil said something, but you didn’t hear, as you were too busy downing the pills and the water in one determined gulp.

- Time skip -

That night was the most energetic that you had been. Almost too energetic. Your eyes were shot and pink, though fortunately all of the audience was too far away to notice. Your playing was erratic and very harsh, though the screaming was too loud to hear. Your vocals, well, those would not be matched until some actual crackheads took the stage later.

None of your actions felt deliberate, everything felt at the whim of the surges of energy jolting through your body, while your actual mind just felt more and more disconnected, and your stomach churned. The lights gave you a pulshing headache.

Three-quaraters through the show, you began to come back to Earth again, though not because the drugs were wearing off, but because something else was beginning to emerge. You could feel it. The wave rising up in your stomach. You swallowed. You shouted the lyrics into the microphone. You put your all into the song, even though you no longer felt the energy. You were not going to mess up on stage again.

Paul gave you some side-eye. Though the fans were absolutely eating up, he wasn’t buying your shtick.

Finally, you made it to the last number. The crowd screamed. Your heart pounded in your chest. You were sweating like crazy, and your hair was sticking to your face. Your legs felt wobbly, but you thew a hand up and waved goodbye to the crowd, as well as to any sense of calm in your stomach.

As you shambled off stage, Ringo scrambled up behind you and put an arm around your shoulder, steadying you. Oh god, even he knew and he couldn’t see your face. Your guitar was slung around your shoulder, but you forgot that it existed, and slammed it into a poor stagehand.

With your last sense of control left, you removed our guitar the minute that you got off stage and handed it to said stagehand, who was highly confused, while you grabbed the nearest trashcan and heaved your entire stomach into it. Mind you, since you had slept for the last day, there were hardly contents to begin with, just raw stomach acid.

Your throat burned, you sweat, and your eyes wanted to do nothing but close. You could feel gentle hands pulling your hair back, while startled screams and yells rose up backstage. You didn’t care. You had fallen to your knees, taking the trashcan with you, still completely retching your stomach into anything that would take it.

“What the hell did you do ta her?”

“It wasn’t me, it was that stuff that EMI sent over?”

“What stuff?”

“I don’t know, pills, something!”

“You gave her pills? She’s clearly had the fucking flu, on top of dealing with your ridiculous schedule.

“I just did what they told me to do!”

“Brian! I want you to end the contract with EMI right now.”

“John, you don’t mean that, sit down.”

“I second.”

“Paul, John, why don’t we all just-”

“No! If this is how they choose to treat people, to treat (y/n), then I don’t want anything to do with them. Look at what you’ve done to her!

“What I’ve done?! This is not just me, and you know it.”

“I never said give her fucking pills!”

“You never say anything, you just yell!”

“Mal, can you call an ambulance?”

“Already done, Georgie.”

The vomit stopped, and you lifted your head up, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. Ringo’s hands gently fell from your hair.

“No, no ambulance, I’m fine.” Your voice was so raspy, like your throat had been torn out.

John, Paul, Brian, and Neil froze in the middle of their argument while George and Mal cocked their heads to look at you from the side. John only stayed quiet for a second.

“You’re not fine, you’re on fucking drugs!” He lurched forward, approaching you. You could feel your stomach quell again. You swallowed.

“Any drug that I was on,” you breathed deeply, “is in there.” You pointed to the trashcan.

“You’re being ridiculous, I-”

“No! Fuck you! You don’t get to say shit!” that come out far louder than you expected. You stood at your full height, willing to handle the discomfort if it meant telling him off. You’d even surprised John/

“How the fuck can you pretend like I’m the one acting ridiculous right now considering all the shit that you said to me yesterday? How far does your fucking double standard go? Of all the sins you’ve committed, John Lennon, I never thought that hypocrisy would be one of them. Get a grip, goddamnit! This is just as much your fault as it is mine, and I know you know that, so look me in the eye and for a goddamn second confront the consequences of your actions!” You were breathing very heavily now, whether with anger or exhaustion, and you could feel a surge of energy come through you yet again, though this time you weren’t sure if it was the drug.

You lunged at John, aiming your fist at his face. Everyone suddenly shifted into action all of a sudden, with George and Ringo holding you back and Paul pulling John away, though you noted that Paul refused to look John in the eye.

“Woah, woah, (y/n), take it easy. Calm down. It’s alright, it’s alright.” You could hear George softly try to calm you, though your heavy breathing continued, and at some point along the way, you ended up crying into his shoulder as Ringo patted your back.

“Come on, you’ve done enough.” You heard footsteps shuffle away, followed shortly after by another pair, leaving you, George, Ringo, and a very awkward Mal.

You cried until there were no tears left to cry. Your legs got tired from standing at some point, so you simply sat down, with George and Ringo joining you as Mal left to explain to the ambulance that they wouldn’t be needing their services today.

You swallowed, and you could feel the tears begin to stick to your cheeks.

“We should probably go back to the hotel.” You leaned against George’s shoulder pensively.

“If you’re up to it, Birdie.”

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

You stood up weakly as Ringo wrapped his jacket around you. The three of you returned to the hotel without another word.

- Time skip -

You, George, and Ringo, slowly creaked open the door to your shared massive suite. Paul sat in the middle of the room, a beam of moonlight illuminating his face, legs crossed, just as he was waiting for you. John was nowhere to be seen.

“There you are!” he said in a stage whisper, “I was worried sick!” He rose from his chair and approached your trio.

Before you could even anticipate what he was doing and protest, he wrapped you in a very warm hug. He was always good at those. He held you like he was afraid to lose you, and you used what strength you had left to return it with all your might, as if you were afraid to lose him. The two of you stayed like that for a minute, without words, before he separated.

“You best get some sleep. All of you.” His eyes traveled to George and Ringo, and it was clear that there was no more room for negotiation.

The three of you gently drifted into your rooms with Paul watching you all leave. The minute your face touched your pillow, you fell into a dreamless sleep.

- Time skip -

God only knows how long you had slept, but the growling of your stomach woke you up next morning. You felt a lot better, at least, and the mothering of Paul, making sure that you ate and drank enough, and that you didn’t need anything, made sure that you were gradually on your way to some form of recovery.

Paul, as you had learned, was originally the one who had postulated that you had some form of the flu, and the symptoms proved his predictions correct. Thankfully, he was well equipped to care for people with the flu, having done so for his family growing up, so he knew all of the common remedies.

John was still nowhere to be found, but George and Ringo emerged from their rooms one by one, and the four of you lazed around, reading papers and watching the news, for the rest of the morning.

When you finally asked where John was, Paul answered that he had gotten up early and gone for a walk. Pretty long walk, you guessed, but didn’t pry.

At noon, there was a gentle knock on the door. Paul admitted a very sheepish looking Brian into the suite. He approached the table.

“How are you feeling?”

You took a long sip of water.

“I’m alright, better than yesterday.”

“That’s good.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck. There were other things on his mind.

“Um, I wanted to apologize, on behalf of me, and Neil, who is speaking to the company at this point, he’s trying to-”

“It’s fine,” you interrupted, pausing to gather your thoughts, “No, really, it is. You didn’t know, and neither did I, and neither did Neil. And I’m alive. Now we just know not to do it again.”

“I suppose you’re right,” you shifted in our seat to grab the tea pot, though Brian shook his head, “No, no, I must be going, we’re traveling again today. But, enjoy your tea, and I’ll see you in a few.”

You nodded sagely. Brian began to take his leave, but halfway through the door, he turned around to look at the solemn crowd.

“You know, you all really do mean a lot to me. I promise you that. Not as clients, but people. This will not happen again.” And with that, he left.

- Time skip (last one, we’re almost done folks) -

“I’ll take that.” John grabbed the large box off your hands, and you squeaked with surprise. His face twisted into an unfamiliar expression of damaged concern almost instantly.

“Oh, sorry, I just didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, I was on a walk this morning.” He continued to struggle with the box. You’d finally had enough of it, and leaned in to help him haul it to the top of the shelf in the crate.

The two of you stood there awkwardly, both refusing to look the other in the eye.

“I-”

“You-”

You both began speaking at the same time, interrupting eachother.

“You go first. “ He offered.

“No, no, I’ve said enough.” You waved your hands defensively.

“So have I.” He chuckled.

Another awkward silence.

“I guess,” he began, “I’m sorry for saying that shit to you. I was stressed, angry, and I know that’s not an excuse, but then you got on the drugs, and I was so worried, and I guess I just never realized...” he trailed off, realizing that he was just on the verge of not making sense. He took a deep breath.

“I guess, what I”m trying to say is that I would never, ever, want you to do what you had to do there. It wasn’t fair of me to put that kind of pressure on you, and everyone else. And, you didn’t hear it from me, but I’ll try to do better.”

You chuckled lightly.

“That sounds like a plan. And, I guess I’m sorry for not coming to you sooner.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“Yes, I do. I just let you get worried about me, stupidly thinking that I could handle it all by myself, and I just totally forgot about everyone else. It’s kind of ironic that I, uh, snapped at you about how your actions affect others, when I did the same exact thing. So, uh, I’ll work on that too.”

You swore you could see the smallest bit of a smile on his face. The first one in a while.

“Well then,” he thrust out his hand, “let’s make that a deal. Mutual forgiveness, and hopefully, mutual progress”

You took his warm hand in yours.

“You got it, John.”

#beatle!reader #the beatles #beatles #the beatles x reader #beatles x reader #john lennon #john lennon x reader #paul mccartney #paul mccartney x reader #George Harrison #george harrison x reader #ringo starr x reader #Ringo Starr #60s #classic rock #madam beatle

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thealternateuniverse · 5 years ago

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Mr. Brownstone (Slash) Part I

It's been a month of craziness here in the island. I love the place, if only I could live here forever.

A lot changed during our stay here like Katherine got knocked up by Steven, their affair started the night when Axl beaten up Slash and then that's it they are expecting a baby. We don't know what's the real score but Steven seems to care.

The band is on off tour that's why they are staying here and working on some new music too.

"Wes I didn't know you can cook?" I turn off the stove wipe my hands on my apron.

"Too bad, they didn't give me a chance to cook here."

Charlie is here in our place (that I share with Slash) for lunch. Axl and Slash went to L.A yesterday to attend some matters Charlie is feeling alone in their place so she is here.

I can see that they are so happy together especially Axl, he seems in a good place now. We also found out that they had a sex tape, the one Axl and Slash were fighting last month.

I don't know how Charlie handled the scandal but by the looks of it it didn't bother her.

"I just miss him." Charlie pouted. She is talking about Axl. They were inseperable.

"They will be back tonight for sure."

I assured her. Slash said they won't be long.

"Yeah they better be cause I can't bear everytime I hear Steven and Kath fucking." We both laugh.

Now I know why Slash loves her.

She is bold and never backs down but she is dense and too inlove with the other guy.

I know that rock n roll involves drugs, I just never thought that it already get the best of some. I've seen paraphernalias in the bathroom and I know Slash is doing shots I just hope he won't take it too far. He's always high, I even wonder how does he deal with me or us everyday in that state.

"So how do you deal with Slash? He's the second one I wanted to kill after Axl."

We are in the Patio eating our lunch together.

"We're going along fine. He's funny and....well interesting."

Charlie looks at me unbelievably. "Ohh nice one even though he is a pain in the ass."

That's because he loves you.

Slash was high and drunk one time, he thought I was Charlie and just confessed to me his feeĺings. I was shocked at first cause Axl and Charlie is together now. The next day he didn't remember a thing but everytime he is drunk he keeps mumbling about Charlie. I wish I had a reason to hate Charlie because she is one of the reasons why Slash can't just stop the heroine and coke, but it is Slash's choice to fuck up his life. It just scares me that one day we'll find him dead in this place.

I care about Slash you know.

"He is really nice. If he is not just high always I think he is the most stable in the band." Charlie and I both laugh at my remark.

"I think you two will be a good pair." I almost choke to what she said. If she only knew that the guy loves her.

"Nah. I don't think so. Plus he likes someone already."

Her eyes widened. "Really? Why the hell he didn't tell me this?" Because it's you.

It was around 4 when Charlie went back to their place and I was left here alone again. I went to my room and retrieve one of Slash's bottle of Jack.

The villa is dead silent and it will be boring if I will drink alone so I bother the next door. Izzy's and Aimee.

Aimee is crazy is as everyone, just break in a little to her bubble and you'll see that side of hers.

"Too early for drink eh?" Aimee is the one who opened the door.

"I'm bored." She rolls her eyes.

"Come in."

She led me inside her place, I found Izzy in their living room strumming some chords in his guitar.

"Hey Iz, be a good friend and let's have some drink."

I sat on the single couch across him.

"God I am here in this place cause I want to lay off some booze so spare me."

I rolled my eyes and Izzy continued playing his guitar.

"Bummer."

Aimee went back with a glass and a coke. While Izzy left us and went to Aimee's room.

"Err- that's the first time." I said when he closes the door of Aimee's room.

"I don't understand him sometimes." Aimee shrugs off. I guess it's just Izzy's time of the month.

We shared the bottle of Jack Daniels and we drink our asses off until it is empty. I'll crash here later when I'm too drunk to get to my place.

Aimee keeps cracking corny jokes but I also find it funny.

"Shit this is so unlady like of us." Aimee said while wiping her tears from all the laughing.

"I have something for us."

She drunkenly stood up and pick out something from her bra.

"Ta daaaa."

I think I sobered up when I saw the cocaine and the fancy straw.

"What the fuck? Where did you get that?"

She swayed the object as if it's the most magical thing in the world.

"Well don't tell Izzy. I saw him doing this and you know why not try some."

Aimee hiccuped. She put down the drug on the table.

"God Aimee. Is this even legal?"

She rolled her eyes. "Duh we are in some remote island as if the cops will patrol here." Aimee made some line of the coke on the table and started snorting. I put my palm on my face. What are we getting into?

Aimee wipes her nose after and handed me the straw. "Your turn."

I look at the straw and hesistated.

"Fuck you Aimee."

I took the straw from her leaned down and tried snorting this white substance that is about to change my perspective of life.

"Yay!" Aimee jumps from her seat and bounce on the sofa. Damn she is already high.

I wipe my nose and stop myself from sneezing. I almost sneeze. The drug started it's effect. I feel dizzy all of a sudden, hell I could even hear my heart hammering down to my ribcage. It also started to feel hot and I could see fairies. Fucking fairies.

"Wes!! Wes!"

Aimee's words echoed to my ears, Jesus! Even Aimee has wings.

"Aimee you have wings! You have fucking wings!"

God this feel so good. Am I in fairytopia? Everything smells fruity and feels fluffy.

"Shit! We need to fly Wes! We're fucking flying!"

Now I know what Slash feels.

Izzy's POV

I heard a thud and some breaking outside. The two must be drunk already their laughter said so and I can't fucking concentrate on the technicals I'm doing. Axl wrote a song, me Slash and Duff are already working on the technicals but the two women outside is making it impossible because of their chattering.

Another crashing came from outside and I stop what I'm doing. That's it. They haven't eaten dinner yet the two of them are drunk already.

I unlocked the door and checked them in the living room, my eyes widened when I saw how messy it is but one thing caught my attention.

"Where the fuck did you get that?"

There were excess of cocaine on the table, it's a lot and a straw and already four bottles of Jack Daniels. Where the fuck did it came from? I thought they only drink one?

"Izzy, Izzy so easy!" Wesley sing songed. She look so fucking high and drunk. Her pupils are dilated and made her eyes all green.

"Wes, he had wings too! Fuck! It's the fairy godfather!"

Aimee caught me off guard when she lounge her self to me causing us to fall on the floor.

"Jesus Aimee!" I held her waist to get her off me but the woman is heavy and stubborn.

"Aims! I'm flying to the sea!"

Wesley jumped from the couch and ran outside in her drunken state. God forbid what if she will get into the sea it's dark already. Slash will kill me.

I helped Aimee first and made her sat on the couch. "Aimee. Stay here."

She nodded slowly and I ran after Wesley.

Axl and Slash just got back from L.A. and the place is awfully quiet. It's over dinner time so Wesley must be with the other girls, Slash thought . But he is wrong because she is running towards the beach and Izzy is after her.

Izzy look like he's chasing after his chicken escaped. Wesley probably didn't saw him and ran past him with Izzy yelling behind. He wanted to laugh because they look childish plus Izzy don't play childish games.

"Damn it Slash! She's high and she wants the beach fucking chase her!"

It didn't take him time to think about what he said and ran after Wesley who is already sprinting to the beach

"Wesley!!!"

Slash managed to keep up with her and got her before she could step into the water. They both stumble and fall to the sand.

"Jesus I thought she's gonna drown."

Izzy also came running after him.

"A-aww!" Wesley remained lying on the ground but Slash pick her up and carried her bridal style to their place with Izzy following behind.

He place her on her bed and went back to Izzy who is waiting on the living room.

"What happened Iz?"

He is suddenly curious what they did the whole day that end up Izzy chasing her.

"They were drinking then they were snorting."

His eyes widen. He think he heard Izzy wrong. "What the hell?"

Izzy shook his head. "I think Aimee sneaked some from me then they used. I swear Slash it was a lot."

Damn these women gave Izzy a mini heart attack. He don't know if they already tried before but thank the heavens no one is dead and he is slightly pissed because Wesley is high.

"You should take care of Aimee Iz. I'll handle Wesley."

Izzy's eyes widen. "Shit I forgot the other one! Goddamn these women."

Izzy ran back into their place. Maybe this is the reason why he didn't drink today and miraculously sober. He don't know how Wesley handles him when he is drugged up but he always woke up harmless.

Now he had to deal with her. He went back to her room and found her sitting on the floor.

"Wes, you okay?"

He asks. Wesley look up to him and held her both arms up.

Slash help her stand. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

She ran into the bathroom and vomits on the toilet bowl. Slash followed her.

Wesley is hugging the bowl as if her life depends on it. He helped her by massaging her back and held some of her hair that comes in the way.

"I'm not drinking again." She mumbles before puking again.

"Oh yeah? Tell that to Izzy." He clenched his jaw and stop himself from speaking.

Wesley stopped puking and leaned on him passed out.

"Hey pumpkin. We gotta clean you up first before sleeping."

He taps her cheek lightly but Wesley is dead at her feet.

Slash has no idea how to take care of a woman when drunk. It's always women who takes care of him when he is drunk and high.

"Shut up Slash! Go to Bed." Wesley mumbles.

Slash grins. This woman had no idea what she got herself into. Coke always fuck you out.

"Yeah I'll go to bed. But you need to clean yourself first."

Wesley leaned away and stand up. Slash thought she's gonna fall but the woman lie down on the bath tub.

"Fuck. Help me." This is a long night for Slash.

#gunsnroses #guns n roses fanfic #slash #slashxfemale #axlrose #paradise city #appetite for destruction #saul hudson #gnr #gnrfanfic #fanfiction #rock n roll #wesley #izzy stradlin #steven adler #duff mckagan #slash fanfiction

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parkersharthook · 6 years ago

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Twitter Interviews

Wanda & Reader friendship (slight Bucky Barnes x reader)

Warnings: adorable relationship between reader and wanda

2.5k+ words

You, an avenger, and Wanda sit down to answer some of twitter’s burning questions (and rope natasha into it at the end)

You smiled at the camera and waved slightly, “Hi I’m y/n y/l/n also known as Athena and I’m here with my great friend and coworker Wanda Maximoff aka Scarlet Witch.”

She smiled into the camera, “it was originally supposed to be us and Black Widow, but she didn’t want to do it sooo.”

You laughed slightly, “So we are here today with People Magazine to answer questions sent to them on twitter under the hashtag ‘asksuperwomen’.”

“so thousands of you guys have sent in questions about the team, us, our work, and really anything else you could think of. And we are here to answer them.”

Wanda danced slight in her chair, “I’m excited. Let’s get started.”

“So these aren’t in any particular order and we aren’t going to filter you guys however we do reserve the right to not answer anything we deem inappropriate. Oh by the way, we have Clint behind the camera reading these too us so sorry if he chooses the stupid ones.”

Wanda struggled to hide her laugh.

Why don’t you guys talk about your political beliefs.

You shrugged slightly, “well some of us are more open about our beliefs than others.” You coughed obnoxiously “—Steve Rogers—” Wanda giggled beside you, “wow… sorry guys must be coming down with something.” You laughed and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, “no in all seriousness. We, as a team, serve the people. And to keep us impartial and able to serve people without prejudice we choose not to get too political. This way we aren’t creating an even bigger divide in any nation or country. We value bringing people together, not separating them further.”

Wanda nodded, “that being said… we will stand up for what we believe in and we aren’t going to be push overs. We do vote, and we do have opinions, however we also believe that these opinions are our own personal things and we choose not to share all of them.”

Is having a tight uniform actually comfortable?

You rolled your eyes as you sipped at your iced coffee. Wanda just scoffed next to you. “Clint?”

That’s actually what was asked!

You just snorted slightly, “it’s a personal preference for anyone. Personally, I do enjoy a tighter uniform and mine is pretty comfortable, so it just feels like a second skin.”

Wanda nodded, “yeah it’s actually pretty efficient. It doesn’t get caught on anything that much and if you make it out of the right material then it has enough given so you can do really anything.”

You gestured to the camera slightly, “I mean look at a lot of athletes that do a lot of acrobatics or any of the guys on the team. I mean gymnasts, dancers –girls and boys—and performers all wear tight clothes.”

Wanda pressed forward, “And if you look at any of the guys on the team outside of Tony, all of their uniforms are pretty tight too. I mean I’ve seen Steve’s ass trending on twitter plenty of times.” You laughed heavily.

Why do some heroines wear their hair down when fighting?

Wanda shrugged again, “personal preference really. Depends on the day for me. If I do wear a ponytail, I want it to be tight, so I don’t have to worry about it again but sometimes that gives me a headache, so I’ll wear it down. And if you do a loose ponytail or up do then it might come undone and there was no point in doing it in the first place.”

You nodded and took another sip, “yeah. For me personally I only wear my hair up, so I’m used to it. And I just don’t do my ponytails that tight, but I’ll braid my ponytail as well to keep it up.”

Wanda snapped her fingers, “you know what. Bad guys also really love to grab your ponytail when fighting.”

You nodded heavily, “that is true. Sometimes it’s strategic to wear your hair down because it’s harder to get a hold of it.”

“also if you’re undercover. Someone isn’t going to show up to a gala or fancy party in a braided ponytail or sloppy bun.”

Do you ever wish that you weren’t a superhero?

“No.” Wanda’s answer came immediately and confident.

You leveled your head slightly. Wanda looked to you with a brow raised, “would you like to build on that y/n?”

“I mean I love the team and I love what I do. It’s very rewarding helping people however I’ve come home with so many injuries and I’ve gotten so many concussions that sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it.” You sighed slightly, “But I know that there’s nothing else I would want to do so I’m not gonna stop anytime soon.” You looked to Wanda, “No? You’re 100% sure about always being a superhero?”

Wanda nodded with a small smile, “I owe everything to you guys and I would not be here today without you guys. And I want to be that for someone else. I want to be someone’s inspiration that makes them want to help the world. I want to pass that on.” She looked to Clint behind the camera with a fond smile, “so yeah. 100% positive that I want to be a superhero.”

Do you guys hang out together outside of missions and fighting?

You wanted to laugh at that question. You shook your head with a sly smile, “of course we don’t hang out together! We hate each other!” Your obnoxious tone and dramatic gestures made Wanda laugh.

She shook her head, “we love each other. We are like a family.”

You nodded along with her, “I’m about to say something that might break the internet so get ready… we have team movie nights.” Wanda snorted. You continued, “yep. We all get together on off nights and hang out watching movies. There’s popcorn and candy and alcohol and pajamas. It’s adorable really.”

Wanda rolled her eyes and looked to Clint expectantly, “next one please.”

How are y’all’s relationships going? I promise this is what it says… I stan y/n and Bucky + Wanda and vision! I love love!!

You and Wanda laugh and smiled at the camera. Wanda went first, “well thank you for loving love, if only there were more people like you. Me and Vision are good. Recently celebrated our two year anniversary, actually.”

You looked at your friend, “that’s right you did! What did y’all do?”

Wanda smiled and blushed slightly, “we went out to dinner together and then Vision took me to Disney World over the weekend because I’ve never been.”

You smiled at her, “that is so adorable.”

Wanda looked to you with a sly smile, “What about you and Bucky? How are you guys?”

You rolled your eyes at her, “we are great. He’s currently on an extended mission with classified doing classified in classified.” You winked at the camera, “so I have not been able to talk to him for the past week which is slightly upsetting but I’m excited for him to come home.”

Do either of your boyfriend’s do weird things that drive you crazy?

You leaned forward towards the camera with an incredulous expression, “are you kidding me? They’re guys! Of course they do weird things that annoy us!”

Wanda threw her head back in laughter before shaking her head slightly, “no Vision is a really great boyfriend.”

“oh come on? Nothing?! I have a whole list for Bucky.” Wanda laughed again before shaking her head again.

“no not really. I mean, he’s still learning about some things but it’s never annoying.” Wanda looked to you, “why don’t we hear from this list, huh?”

You shrugged, “yeah sure. So he gets super insecure which is crazy because have you seen him? But he also overthinks things a lot and gets into his own head which is annoying because he is literally never in the wrong and has nothing to worry about.” You looked up to the ceiling in thought. “um… oh he also walks around looking like he does which really isn’t fair because he’s like a god on earth.”

“you mean Thor?”

You laughed and nodded, “yeah like Thor.”

What’s your favorite fast food chain?

“McDonald’s.” Your answer came out so fast, it was kind of amazing. “never mess with a classic.”

“I don’t really know. I don’t eat that much fast food, I prefer cooking. But I guess… what’s that one pizza place we always order from?”

“Mario’s?”

“yeah, Mario’s is pretty good.”

You leveled your head slightly, “Yeah but that’s not really fast food. It’s just one restaurant owned by a family… not really a chain.”

Wanda shrugged, “I don’t care. It’s good and I’m counting it.”

“I still say McDonald’s. Getting their fries after a long battle is literally my version of crack cocaine. Plus, their ice cream is actually so good I can’t.”

They are doing the most with their all day breakfast.

You pointed off camera, “Clint gets it.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, “children. I am surrounded by children.”

You smiled, “you’re not wrong. I do order their happy meals much too often.”

What would you’re perfect Saturday look like?

You sighed dreamily, “man I wish I could have a perfect Saturday.”

Wanda nodded, “you and me both.”

You crossed your arms and leaned back in the chair slightly. “I think my perfect Saturday would start with me sleeping in. I would wake up on my own, no mission alert, no alarm clock. Just my body naturally waking up. I could be lazy for a while around the tower. Hang out with you guys and Bucky. Maybe read a book. Then at night I would get all dressed up and you, me, Nat, Maria, pepper, maybe Sharon could all go out together. Have a girl’s night, then I could come home and have a nice relaxing bath and maybe Bucky would give me a massage or something.”

Wanda sighed, “that does sound nice.”

“What about you.”

“very similar. I think the only other thing is that I would wake up and be beach side. It’s been so long since I’ve had a beach vacation, that would be so nice to just take in the sun and have no worries and relax on the sand. But yeah… definitely sleep in, definitely have some girl time. And getting Vision to give me a massage does sound lovely.”

Okay last question… any books that you’ve read recently that you can recommend.

You nodded happily, “oh yeah! I’ve been super active with my reading lately. But it’s all poetry, so if that’s not your cup of tea… But I just re-read milk and honey by Rupi Kaur. I honestly don’t think I could tell you how many times I’ve read that, but it is so good. 10/10 highly recommend.”

Wanda nodded, “actually I’ve been catching up on a lot of the books that are considered classics that are assigned to you guys in school because I never got a chance to read them. So To Kill a Mockingbird, Romeo and Juliet, The Catcher in the Rye, The Great Gatsby, Beowulf. Those are all really good but I’m sure you’ve read those. However I did read one book that I don’t think is too well known that I really enjoyed. Darn what was it called… oh it was Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger.”

You smiled to the camera, ready to sign off when Natasha walked into the room. A shit eating grin spread across your face as you looked to the camera. “So to everyone that has been watching and will watch this later, this has been a live broadcasting as you know and guess what just happened? The Black Widow just walked in.” You looked up to Natasha to see her rolling her eyes, “Oh come on Nat… just one question.”

Wanda nodded eagerly, “Yeah come on, give the people what they want!”

“there’s nowhere to sit.” Natasha was still behind the camera, but her voice came across the microphone loud and clear. Clint’s twitter was instantly blowing up with new questions for her.

You hopped off your chair and jumped into Wanda’s lap. You gestured to the now open seat. “there. Now come join us!” you wrapped your arm around Wanda’s shoulder as hers circled your waist. Natasha groaned slightly before adjusting her jeans and walking into frame, carefully sitting on the chair.

She gave the two of you a stern look, “one question.” She crossed her legs professionally as she looked to Clint expectantly.

Clint just smiled.

I have the perfect question. “oh no” Are you and Captain Rogers dating?

Natasha rolled her eyes, “it does not say that.” Clint turned the phone around to show her the tweet. She squinted her eyes slightly to read it before pursing her lips. She looked into the camera, “I don’t really think that’s anyone’s business. Whether we are dating or not I can promise the public that our work done in the field will not be compromised.”

You laughed slightly as you leaned against Wanda’s chair’s arm. “oh come on Natasha…” you teased her causing her to smile softly, “just give the people an answer.”

She looked to you with narrowed eyes and tucked her red hair behind her ear, “How about instead I ask the public a question of my own. Does your view of me change depending on whether or not I’m dating Captain Rogers?” She smirked at the camera and raised a brow in a silent challenge.

Wanda laughed as she shook her head. You just looked to the camera, “How about this… if this video gets to 75 million views… we’ll make another with just Natasha.”

She looked to you surprised, “only 75 million views? That many people would watch you dancing. How about 200 million?”

“150?”

“200.”

“175?”

“200.”

You sighed and dropped your head dramatically, “fine.” You looked at the camera, “you guys know what to do.”

Wanda clapped her hands once, “okay that’s the end of the video. Thank you people magazine for having us! And thank you to everyone who watched and sent in questions. We love you all!”

“Athena signing off!” You saluted obnoxiously causing both Wanda and Natasha to laugh as the screen faded to black.

~.~

“Natasha…” you sang slightly as you slid into the room on socks. “Guess what video has over 200 million views and is trending on twitter and YouTube!”

She turned away from her conversation with Steve and looked at you, “seriously? What’s the view count right now?”

“263 million.”

Steve whistled slightly. He smirked, “guess the public really does what to know who the black widow is.”

She glared at Steve for a moment, “shut up.”

You bit your lip and giggled, already getting the questions prepared.

~.~

“do I really annoy you when I get insecure?” Bucky’s strong arms tightened around you, pulling your body closer to his.

You stretched onto your toes to press a kiss to his lips. “only because I wish you knew how amazing and perfect you are.”

Bucky smiled against your lips as he kissed you again. “I’m not the perfect one here doll, you are.”

You giggled slightly, “I love you.”

“right back at ya.”

~.~

let me know if you would like the pt. 2 with just black widow or another fic similar to this one

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jj-lynn21 · 5 years ago

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You will remember things that we never said ch 5

Warning: SMUT, angst, fluff

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4 ch 6 ch 7

Axel sits down to work on a new guitar tat on Mick’s right forearm.

“I’m kind of surprised Steph isn’t here praising you while you do this,” Mick chuckled.

“She’s hung out here a few times,” Axel carefully traces the outline of the tat.

“You two worked things out after that fight last weekend?” Mick prods.

“We’re good.” Axel starts in with the ink.

“You fuck her yet?” Axel grinds deeper and wipes the blood from Mick’s arm with a clean alcohol pad. “Fuck Axel watch it there. I guess that’s a no. She looks tight as fuck. Probably a virgin. You ask her that yet.”

Axel glares at him pull the needle from Mick’s skin. “She’s not a virgin, she’s tight as fuck and we didn’t have sex. Now do you want me to finish this tat or not?”

“Yeah Axel, that’s why I came here.” Mick stared out the window. “Just don’t grind my arm again.”

“Don’t give me reason to then.” Axel goes back to work adding a little color how Mick wanted it. “She is coming to my place after the show Friday. Maybe I should offer to pick her up early since I’m assuming the rest of her friends will be at your show.”

“I think you should definitely do that Axel.” Mick grins.

Axel grins as he works on Mick’s tat for two hours. When he was done Mick told him what a great job he did before leaving.

Axel texts Stephanie.

Axel:

What’s up?

Stephanie:

Just studying. How’s work?

Axel:

Just put a new tat on a real dick.

Can I pick you up at 8pm Friday?

Stephanie:

Sure 😊

Axel:

Cool, love you.

Stephanie:

😊 love you.

The rest of the week seems to move at a snail’s pace for them both. On Wednesday when Stephanie is coming out of the art building Axel is waiting in his truck.

She gets in shutting the door before looking at Axel. “This is a nice surprise.”

Axel nodded. He parked in a secluded parking area. “Come here.”

Stephanie moves closer. Axel pulls her to straddle his lap as soon as she is closes enough. He brings her face down kissing her hard. Attacking her mouth with his. She holds his biceps. He moves his hands down her bod. His lips move to the back of her neck and up to her ear he whispers, “I need to fuck you so bad Stephanie. I want to work my lips down your body. Spent time lingering over your tits. Nip at your sensitive areola. You’d love that baby, wouldn’t you? You have been thinking about me going down on that pussy?”

“Yes,” She murmurs “You want to go to my dorm right now, Axel?”

He looks up at Stephanie with a grin, “I do but I don’t think that’s the best idea.” He leans his head down in the cleavage of her shirt. A hand moves up to caress her right breast as Axel drags his tongue between them both.

Stephani whimpers. “Why Axel?”

Axel looks up at her. “Your roommate isn’t my biggest fan.”

“Why is that Axel?” She ran her hands along the nap of his neck. “What happened to give her the idea you were such a bad guy for me?”

He shakes his head. “Fuck Stephanie. I am a bad guy.”

She leans away from Axel but puts her hand on his cheek. “You’re not Axel. Everyone makes bad decisions sometimes but that doesn’t make them bad. Tell me what happened?”

“I fucked her girlfriend.” Axel looked down closing his eyes. “Do you really want to hear this Stephanie?”

She moved off him to sit on the passenger side. “Well, since you said that so bluntly, I think I really need to hear the rest of the story. You couldn't have possibly taken advantage of some girl. Tell me you didn’t Axel?” She looked to him like her heart was breaking.

Axel looked straight ahead. “I was a different person five years ago. And her girl, Lisa, was bisexual. I thought that was fucking cool. I was doing cocaine and pills, anything to escape on the weekends. Derick has never put up with that shit. He kicked my ass out which is why I have my own apartment so maybe it was a good thing. Fuck, I was so reckless. And she was so willing. She wasn’t shy like you Stephanie…”

Stephanie bit here lip as she looked at his profile.

Axel didn’t want to see her reaction until he was finished. “Stephanie, I didn’t even know what I was doing then. I swear I love you and I hope this doesn’t destroy us. I’m sure you will hear some version of this from Bella so I might as well confess what I remember. I was always so fucked up for shows. I barely remember performing. Lisa was always there with Bella. The three of us even had a night together that I don’t have a memory of other than waking the next morning with Lisa between us. It was so fucked.

The only time I gave Lisa any attention was when I was fucked up and wanted to fuck her, and she was the same, I think. I can’t even fucking remember if she even tried to talk to me when we were not completely out of it. I don’t do that shit anymore. Last weekend I drank to much and Todd and Derick were pissed. I’m sorry I thought you were fucking that other guy Stephanie.”

“Axel, we’re past that I hope.” Stephanie reaches to take his hand. “Where’s Lisa now?”

Axel looks over at her. His eyes glistening with tears he is holding back. The pain of what he is recalling on his face. “There is no way anyone especially Bella should forgive me, but I tried to talk to her about moving past this shit. I woke in the ER one morning. The pain was intense, I had a few broken ribs and a broken arm. The police came in to talk to me. I didn’t remember shit. Derick told me later I rolled my car. Lisa went to live with her Mom in California. I went to rehab. Bella has never forgiven me for taking her girl away. And I don’t blame her even if I have changed.”

“Sounds like Lisa wasn’t a hundred percent Bella’s girl to begin with.” Stephanie laid on his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her. “It was another life Axel. I don’t feel that’s you anymore. I understand why you said no drinking tonight. Its best we both make the decision to be together for the first time with a clear head.”

Axel looks at her stunned, “You still want to fuck me?”

Stephanie smiled, “Not right at this moment but yes Axel I’ll still spend the night with you tomorrow. You say you’re a bad guy,” She grins. “Maybe I’m a bad girl.”

Axel chuckles, “Trust me Stephanie, you’re not a bad girl at all. The type of bad girl I thought I liked would have fucked me the first time I had her alone.” He pulls her in closer for a lingering yet gentle kiss. “The type of bad girl the old me would have wanted would have fucked me in this truck and knew exactly how to get me off with her hands and mouth.”

Stephanie looked down, “I’m sorry I’m so inexperienced Axel. Maybe you still want a girl like that?”

Axel tilts her head back up, “No, I want to teach you everything you don’t know. I want you to cum when we have sex. I know you don’t know true pleasure, but I want to show you how many ways we can satisfy each other. Will you let me show you?”

“Yes,” Stephanie murmurs.

“That’s my good girl,” He smiles a little. “I should get you back to your dorm. You need to try to get some studying done so I can have you the rest of the weekend. If you want me that long?”

Stephanie giggled, “We’ll see.” She sat up and snapped her seatbelt.

“You’re going to fucking destroy me.” He pulled up to her build. “Come here.”

She undid her seat belt before leaning over to him. He took her face in his hands to kiss her.

Stephanie takes a breath as he pulls back. “I think its you who will destroy me.” She giggled.

His eyes fall over her. His blank look returns to his face. “I think that was established the first time your roommate saw you look at me.”

Stephanie rolls her eyes at him before getting out of the truck. “See you Friday night.”

Axel nods and takes off.

She buckles down on her work. She reads ten chapters in her history book. She finishes a project for English. And she Attempts to completely translate and memorize a section in her Canterbury tales literature book. The wind whips outside breaking her concentration. She glances at the clock seeing its three in the morning. As soon as her head hits the pillow, she is out cold.

Stephanie and Bella come out of their bedrooms at the same time in the morning.

“Breakfast?” Stephanie asked her.

Bella twisted her mouth in contemplation. “Yeah, I should probably eat and get some…”

Both say at the same time, “coffee.” They laugh and head out to the student union

“What’s your plans tonight, babe?” Bella asked.

“I need to get ahead of my studies like I’ve been planning to do since classes started.” Stephanie sipped her coffee.

“Albre, I and Ryan are going to a movie.” Bella swished her spoon around her soup. “You should come with. You can’t possible need to study all night again.”

“I can and I will,” Stephanie laughs. “Besides I think Ryan has a crush on me. I wouldn’t want to lead him on.”

Bella rolled her eyes “Of course he does. Your hot as fuck. You have options. Don’t let Axel tie you down for a one-night stand.”

“I just might,” Stephanie blushes. “But truly I don’t feel Axel is someone we should talk about with each other. I’m free to make my own choices. And you are free to think how you want.”

“Fucking charming asshole.” Bella grumbles under her breath.

“Not listening,” Stephanie sings. “I hope you have a good time at the movies and the Dark Breed show tomorrow night.”

Stephanie buys a sub from The Cooler before heading back to the dorm with Bella. It’s a silent uncomfortable walk but Stephanie does think trying to talk to her roommate about Axel or even telling her Axel told Stephanie what happened wouldn’t change Bella’s opinion. So, the silence persists. They go to separate rooms when they get back to their dorm. Stephanie gets ahead by a few chapters in most of her books. She starts on a term-paper while eating the sub she had gotten in the morning.

When she wakes to the dorm door opening and three people laugh obviously wasted, she opens her door a crack. Ryan, Bella and Albre head into Bella’s room. within a few minutes she hears the three of them moaning and gasping loudly. She bites her lip and puts some music on her headphones. It doesn’t help since the headphones she has her mom bought her. They only let you hear things loud enough not to bother a child’s eardrums. Stephanie thought they were better than nothing when she received them but, in this moment, they are not cutting it. She calls Axel.

Axel answers his phone on the third ring. “Hey, Stephanie. What’s wrong?” He audibly yawns.

“They’re…They three of them. They’re so loud Axel.” Stephanie whines.

Axel can hear Bella and others. “You’re not in the room with them, are you?”

“No, Axel.” She pulls her knees up to her chin. “Its Bella, Albre and Ryan.”

He keeps his voice whispery. “I’m going to take your mind off them until its quiet. Will you do what I tell you so you can get some well-deserved rest my pretty girl?”

“Ok,” she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

“If I’m going help my girl, you need to say Yes, clearly.” Axel’s voice is low, clear and full of authority.

Stephanie is willing to do anything to take her mind away from her friends fucking in the other room. Plus, she’s embarrassed that it’s making her aroused. “Yes.”

“Put your phone on speaker and lay it on the table with the volume loud so you can hear me.” Axel purred. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes,” Stephanie answers.

“I have some really good surprises for my girl.” Axel teases. “But I’m not telling you. Can you handle thinking about all the possibilities of what I can teach you?”

“Not sure I can Axel.” She relaxes her legs down on the bed. “Why don’t you tell me?”

“Ooh Stephanie you have no idea how much I look forward to touching your body.” Axel groans. “Fuck, I get hard thinking about you. My lips against your neck almost like two of your fingers. Do it Stephanie, I want you to run your fingers down the side your neck, between your breasts. You know how that feels when my lips do it. Close your eyes and run those fingers over your hardening nipples. How’s that feel?”

Stephanie whines, “Not as good as your lips.”

“Just use your imagination Stephanie.” Axel moans. “Like me imaginary your hand is around my cock right now. I love how small your hands are. But really, I love how every part of you tastes as my lips move down. If you have anything coving that sweet pussy of yours take it off. Fuck I want my tongue in the sweetness. Stephanie you with me?”

“Yes, Axel.” He could hear her breathing heavier. “I’m naked for you.”

“Such a good girl.” He cooed. “Open those legs Stephanie. Open them wide.”

“Yes, Axel.” She was biting her lip as her fingers traced her belly button. She imagined Axels hand moving down her pelvis.

“I think you know what to do but I still want to walk you through it until you cum with me” He groaned again as he worked himself up. “Fuck, I want you to cum with me so bad Stephanie. Slide your hand down as I like to do. Real slow circles on your clit. So wet aren’t you Stephanie. Just listening to my voice. Don’t go fast. Stroke yourself slowly.”

“Oh Axel,” She moans. “I need more.”

“Stephanie go ahead and move those fingers how you need. Oh damn,” Axel moaned. “You need to go faster? Oh, yes faster…Oh fff..”

“Yes, Axel.” She whimpers, “I’ve got it. You’ve got me. Oh oh OH OH…”

“fuck…oh, damn Stephanie, you got me so close mmm” Axel pants. “Cum with me my pretty girl…fuck…FUCKKK.”

“YES AXEL I’M CUMIMG,” She screams out not realizing those in the other room had silenced. “OH YES…I LOVE YOU.”

Axel was breathless after cumming on his sheets. “I love you to Stephanie. You think you can sleep now?”

“Yes, I’m good.” Stephanie said breathless. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He was smiling. “You get some rest. I need to change my sheets. See you tomorrow. Bye for now.”

“Bye Axel,” She hung up. Pulled the sheet up over her and went to sleep feeling better than she did an hour ago

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the--blackdahlia · 6 years ago

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Free Falling (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: Free Falling

Summary: *Sequel to Nothing Else Matters and Holding on* Tommy’s still struggling and trying to hide it from Nikki.

Warnings: There’s nothing explicit in this. Just some mental health issues and fluff.

It had been over a year since Nikki had found Tommy half dead on the floor of his kitchen. Things had been a slow process. There were good days and there were bad days. Nikki was trying so hard to make sure there were more good than bad, but sometimes, things just couldn’t be helped. But Nikki was sure Tommy was getting better, and that’s all that mattered.

They had started dating not long after Tommy moved in with Nikki. Tommy had been a little nervous as to how Mick and Vince would take it, but they seemed pretty understanding, cracking jokes about how the two of the terror twins had been a married couple since 1981 anyway. It put Tommy at ease, and Nikki was just so happy to see him smiling again.

That’s what led them to the point they were at.

“Wait, what?” Vince asked one day when him, Nikki, and Mick met for lunch while Tommy was at therapy.

“You heard him Vince,” Mick told him, smiling. “It’s about damn time. I thought we’d be getting a surprise trip to Vegas after he moved in with you.”

“Marriage Nikki? Really?” Vince asked. “Like, are you sure you want that?”

“Of crouse I do.” Nikki told him. Vince just sighed. “What?”

“Don’t you think that’ll scare him or something?” Vince asked. “I mean, he’s not exactly the most mentally stable person right now.”

“He’s gotten better,” Nikki told him. “He smiles more. He wants to play the drums again. And god, his cooking is amazing. He’s been showing me plans for a better drum set for concerts. And he’s been writing songs with me again!”

“I just...I don’t want to see him fall again,” Vince told him. “The kid might annoy the shit out of me, but if anything happened to him…”

“We’ve talked about it and he seems cool with it,” Nikki told them. “I’m not going to ask like right this second or anything. I’m gonna give him a little more time.”

“We start touring soon,” Mick told him. “This could be the test on if you two should be togehter like that or not. We all know how things get on a tour.”

“You think he’s ready for a tour?” Vince asked, looking over at Nikki.

“Yeah,” Nikki told them, even though something in the back of his mind was telling him different. “He’s good to go.”

****

Tommy finished up his therapy early and left the center. Nikki didn’t drive him to them anymore. Not because he didn’t want to, but because Tommy told him he was fine and he didn’t have to anymore. It gave him a chance to filter through emotions on the way home. He could take the scenic route, blair some music, and let it all out before he went home to Nikki.

He had just talked to his therapist about going back on tour. He thought he was ready, and he was happy to be doing it. But here recently, he could feel himself forcing himself to smile more. He didn’t want to cook as much as he had at the beginning of his therapy. He found himself thinking about the past more, looking at old pictures from the days on the strip, when Nikki hid behind his hair, Mick had those over contoured cheekbones, Vince looked like David Lee Roth, and he was a carefree party animal.

Sometimes he missed that Tommy.

The radio was playing the newest single they had dropped while on hiatus from touring. Tommy hated it. He felt like he was holding them back from achieving more. Because he had done something stupid and they had to stop doing what they wanted to do. He shook his head, trying to get those ideas out of his head.

They had one more practice before the tour launched with a kick ass show in LA. And Tommy had to prepare himself for it.

****

Practice had been great. Tommy had kept a smile on his face the entire time. They left the studio afterwards, everyone heading home. Tommy and Nikki went back to the house they shared, the house that used to be exclusivly Nikki’s. Tommy worked on dinner while Nikki sat at the table with tour notes and lyric sheets spread out in front of him. It all felt so domestic. Like they hadn’t just been destroying hotels and doing cocaine just a few years prior.

“How are you feeling?” Nikki asked out of nowhere. Tommy jumped a little. He honestly wasn’t sure how to answer the question. Nikki looked up from his papers. “Babe?”

“Sorry, got distracted,” Tommy turned and smiled at Nikki. “I’m great.”

“You sure?” Nikki asked as he got up and went to the drummer, wrapping his arms around his slim waste. “You can talk to me.”

“I’m perfectly fine.” Tommy melted into his embrace. Nikki placed a kiss to his temple before looking at the food Tommy was cooking.

“It smells good,” Nikki smiled and let go of Tommy, heading back to the table to get back to work on some things, leaving Tommy to his cooking.

****

“Just like riding a bike.” Vince told the other three as they made their way towards the stage the next night. The tour offically started tonight, but they didn’t have to hit the road for a couple days.

“I missed this,” Mick stretched, trying to get some relief to his sore bones. “I’ll hate it in a few weeks, but right now I love it.”

“It’s nice getting back to work.” Nikki added. Tommy stayed quiet, which was unlike him. The three looked at the drummer.

“No sarcastic comments?” Vince asked. “You feeling okay?”

“I’m great dudes,” Tommy offered a smile. “Let’s kick some ass!” They all looked at each other and nodded before heading out.

****

There had been so much adrenaline during the show. Especially with Tommy’s new drum set up. The crowd had went wild for it. But Tommy’s mood hadn’t improved with the close of the concert. In fact, he felt worse than before and he just wanted to go home. But Nikki was being mobbed by fans, reporters, and record executives. Vince was chatting up some girls. Mick was no where to be seen. So Tommy slipped out a side door and started walking.

“Vince!” Nikki called out awhile later. “You seen Tommy?”

“Not since we finished up the concert,” Vince admitted. “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. Did you check all the dressing rooms and stuff?”

“Yeah.” Nikki nodded. Vince could see some fear in Nikki’s eyes.

“Let’s go look for him,” Vince said. “I’m sure he’s not far.”

****

Tommy was sitting on the the railing of a bridge. He had just kept walking until he got tired, and his long legs had carried him a fair distance from the venue. He sat on the bridge and overlooked the water. He let his mind wounder as he watched the water move along.

His meds that he was on didn’t seem to be cutting it. His doctor seemed hesitant to up the doseage due to possible side effects, and other things on the market didn’t seem like a good fit. He was stuck and it was getting harder and harder to do things that made him happy. He was trying so hard to keep it from people. Because he knew the first thing they would do was look at his scars. They would look at his wrists and Nikki still got emotional when things like that were brought up.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?!” Tommy screamed into the night. He was sure anyone who would come by would think he was batshit crazy. He was screaming at nothing, sitting on the side of a bridge. Any sane person would’ve called the police, thinking there were a loon about to jump off a bridge. Tommy rested his head in his hands, honestly not sure what to do.

That’s when the headlights lit up everything. He barely had time to react when he heard his name being called.

“Tommy! No!” Nikki screamed.

“Nikki?” Tommy asked. Nikki was on his knees by Tommy, pulling him to his chest while Mick and Vince stood back from them.

“Fuck baby,” Nikki whispered, holding him close to him. “I...what are you doing out here?” Nikki pulled back to look into Tommy’s eyes.

“I just walked,” Tommy shrugged. “I needed to think about things.”

“Were you going to…” Nikki trailed off. Tommy shook his head.

“Just thinking…” Tommy told him, eyes cast down. “Thinking about how not okay I am.”

“Tommy…” Nikki saw the defeated slump in his shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you guys already put so much time on hold for me,” Tommy admitted to them. He looked up at Vince and Mick. “A year guys. Because I did something stupid. You had to give up a year of doing what you guys loved because of me!”

“It wasn’t like that kid. Not at all.” Mick told him.

“We all needed a break man,” Vince added. “Just some of us more than others.”

“Maybe you guys need to get another drummer,” Tommy told them. “I don’t want to screw anything up.”

“No,” Nikki shook his head. “I won’t go on tour without you. And Vince and Mick wouldn’t either.” The two other band members nodded. “I love you T-Bone. And I’ll be damned if we have someone else behind that kit besides you.”

“How can you love me?” Tommy asked. “I’m just a big fucking mess.”

“Have you met Nikki?” Vince asked. Mick slapped the back of his head. “Ow!”

“He’s right though,” Nikki said. “I’m not exactly the poster boy for mental health. But I’m trying so hard to help you because I love you. And I can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t want a life without you.”

“Almost sounds like a propsal,” Tommy smiled a little. He couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to marry him. Not after everything. Nikki looked over at Vince and Mick, who offered thumbs up.

“I didn’t want to do this this way,” Nikki sighed. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a box. “I thought about waiting until after the tour, just to make sure you were okay. But honetly, that was apart of the speech I had been practicing.”

“Nik…” Tommy stared at the box. Nikki opened it to show two matching black bands.

“I got one for each of us, to show that we’re together,” Nikki told him. “But I’m asking you, will you marry me Tommy?”

“You want to marry me?” Tommy asked. “This isn’t a sick joke? And there’s guys with cameras in the cars to make fun of me when I say yes?”

“I might pull pranks on you, turn the whites pink, draw a dick on your face, but I would never do that to you,” Nikki told him. He used his free hand to cup Tommy’s face. “I will never intentionally hurt you.”

“Yes.” Tommy told him. Nikki stared at him for a second. “I said yes Nikki.” The smile that spread on Tommy’s face warmed Nikki’s heart. He turned back to look at Mick and Vince.

“He said yes!” Nikki called out, excited.

“We know. We can hear!” Vince yelled back.

“Way to ruin the mood Vincent.” Mick sighed. “Come on, let’s leave them alone. I’m sure they’re going to be busy these next few days before we hit the road.” Nikki had been putting Tommy’s new ring on him when he heard that and he looked at Tommy.

“Can you still do the tour?” He asked, letting Tommy put the other ring on him.

“I think so,” Tommy nodded. “As long as you’re there.”

“I thought I’d go to the Bahamas and let you three handle it,” Nikki laughed. Tommy playfully hit his arm. “Ouch! I’m kidding!” He leaned in and kissed Tommy deeply. When the broke apart, Nikki rested his forehead against Tommy’s. “There’s no place I’d rather be than with you.”

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dxlansfxck · 6 years ago

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Saints & SINS [G.D] part 3

Y/N went straight to bed without talking to Grayson, without trying to solve their problem. She even woke up an hour before him and went into the classroom without him. She was the first one there, which gave her more than enough time to think about yesterday. Grayson never came to class, the seat next to the pretty girl was empty the entire day. Everything was like before, when there was no weird but attractive boy in her life. The only thing that has been changed were her thoughts, running back to last night, back to his hands roaming her body and soon enough, she was squirming in her seat, groaning in frustration. She couldn’t help but start drawing Grayson, his messy hair, wide grin and red, sad eyes.

She knew it was right to end what happened, it was just the weed that made her kiss him. She shouldn’t have smoked in the first place, like her parents always told her. But she had to admit that the kiss turned her on, even thinking about it now made her wet again.

“Y/L/N, I’m talking to you, don’t you listen?”, the weak voice of her teacher drags Y/N out of her daydreaming, while she was trying to find out what they were talking about. “I wanted to know which disorders of the synapsis exist?” “The synapsis can be damaged by, among other things, strokes or Lyme disease. But you can also loss of synapses by age or health differences”, Y/N rolls her eyes, sinking back into her fantasies.

After lunch, she went straight back into her room, where Grayson was lying on his back, surrounded by smoke. He of course had her entire attention while she placed down her bag and opened the tie around her neck. He’s just laying there, eyes closed and listening to music, yet looking like a Greek god. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and Y/N could finally concentrate on the tattoos around his chest, which was completely hairless. Her feet dragged her to his nightstand, where the rest of his joint was laying in an ashtray. Without looking at him, she took it and inhaled a few times before taking the ashtray to her desk, the joint still between her lips. “You could’ve asked instead of stealing my weed, y’know? But I guess it’s how it is, you take what you want before realizing you don’t really need it, huh?”, his groggy voice made her shriek, yet send tingles through her entire body.

“Oh, I’m sorry, if I knew you were awake, I wouldn’t have taken it. Well, I need to do my homework anyways.” “Mh, sure.” The THC starts to work his way into her brain so that she needed to repeat every other sentence before giving in and laying down onto her bed with Kodaline in her headphones.

She automatically looks over to Grayson, listening to the lyrics and comparing them to her life so far. He had changed her the past few days. She smokes weed. She made out with a guy. The thing is, she didn’t mind it at all. It was different than the world she was born into, different than the secret kisses she shared with some of her friends so far. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice Grayson’s gaze. Her heart cramps as she saw his sad expression and the frown he had. She didn’t want to see him suffering, wanted him to be happy. The music touches her inside, the bottom of her heart, and she was able to feel anything. Closing her eyes, she allows to let herself sink deeper into the music and away from Grayson.

“Y/N, don’t act like you’re sleeping now. I’m not that stupid, if you don’t want to talk, then leave it. But don’t ignore me”, she hasn’t noticed that Grayson was now sitting next to her, but she had so many questions to ask him. Sighing, she sat up and started to chew on her lips, biting on the dead skin and pulling it off. She didn’t want to start talking, but mostly didn’t want to give him another reason to be mad.

“’m sorry, Gray”, she mumbled, not daring to look up at him. He just looks down at her, confused but grinning. “We nearly fucked and all you’ve gotta say is that you’re sorry? You’re so brave, angel.” The ‘angel’ rolls her eyes in annoyance and stands up, walking to her desk and tries to get more distance in between them. Grayson just groans, holding her wrists and pulling her back into his chest. “No, Y/N. We really need to talk. Not even a Junkie like me could forget about this”, he looks at her with his big brown eyes and she furrows her eyebrows. What did he say? Junkie? All he does is smoking weed, just like most teens would. “Grayson..” He just shakes his head at me.

“I’m talking. You sit down so I can start. You don’t really know how fucked up I am, angel. Why I landed here. Y’know, in the past, I drank a lot, but I always hated the aftermath. I thought weed would be the best option. Well, I got kicked out of high school ‘cause I was always stoned, never came to school and didn’t do anything. Well and because I fucked one of the teachers, but never mind that. I tried to experience everything, especially with my sexuality. I had lots of meetings with my clique where we all just fucked. Girls, boys, girls, girls, boys, boys. Name it, I had it. Y’know, sex with guys… It’s just so different and I preferred it over girls, but since I saw you, it seemed to change again.

Anyways, my mom found out what I was doing, so she sent me into some kind of drug cleanse camp ‘cause she wanted me to get off the weed. In the camp, I met this guy which had lots of pills and ‘cause we couldn’t smoke, we took those instead. We swallowed one trip after another and when I came home, I never stopped. Of course I had to tell my friends about it and soon we started to take whatever pills. One day, we didn’t get the effect we wanted to, so one of us brought cocaine and crack. I took coke too often, my nose never stopped bleeding and I had lots of problems to breath because it was completely crusty. I never dared taking crack tho, I knew how the junkies looked like and I didn’t want to end up like them.

When my best friend’s grandma came into the hospital ‘cause of cancer, she got lots of morphine and fentanyl plasters to help her pain. Well, he stole them. We were one step closer to our end. I took coke to party and fentanyl to calm down afterwards. Ethan, my twin brother then brought H to us. He smoked it through a Dr. Pepper can, of course we knew what he was doing. Just a few days later, I found him dead because some fucking idiot sold him dirty H. Ever since, I stopped doing most drugs except for weed.”

His gaze finally met hers and she could tell he was scared of her reaction. She couldn’t help herself to hug him, let some of her tears break free and give him the warmth he had probably missed forever. But now she knew what she wanted, him, his life. To experience exactly what he had experienced.

Y/N hasn’t said anything the past few minutes, so she had to clear her throat before starting to talk. “Grayson, I… I don’t know what to say or how to react. I mean, it’s great you didn’t do hard drugs, what happened to your twin… It would’ve broken anyone. You stayed strong, that’s what counts. I guess nothing bad can happen when you’re just smoking weed. Besides that, I’m with you now and you know, I’m sorry. I mean, I enjoyed this kissing situation, but it was my first time kissing a guy. My parents always taught me it’s a sin to do anything like this before marriage. I really didn’t want to hurt you, I just didn’t know how to react, okay? Maybe we could just take things slow, yea?” She rubbed circles on his back, trying to calm both of them down.

“Sure, angel, it’s your decision, I’m already glad you accept me the way I am. I just acted like this ‘cause I thought you’d like it too. I mean, you obviously did, but I guess next time I’ll ask before just attacking you, I’m not the devil, y’know?” He Grayson chuckles and to Y/N, it sounded like heaven. He doesn’t usually laugh besides his cocky smirk, and it really made her happy to be the one that could cheer him up. “Am I even allowed to say the d-word in here?” “Dunno, but you’ve had sex with boys, you’ll end up in hell anyway. By the way, were you top or bottom?”, Y/N laughed, but still curious about the man in front of her.

“Ouch, angel, that hurt. Would you really consider me being bottom? But it would be a shame to waste the half-smoked joint, would you please finish it with me, my lady?” How could anyone ever say no to this beautiful man? Y/N shakes her head, laughing before grabbing the glimstick between her lips. They decided to stay in bed the entire day, smoking and kissing here and there, being lost into each other and the stories they had to tell until they fell asleep curled into each other.

The next weeks went by much quicker than anyone would’ve thought, exams came and went by, there weren’t lots of lessons Grayson & Y/N spent clean, but their pocket money couldn’t buy them as much weed as they soon needed, which brought them to different kinds of medicine, to keep them high enough. This way, they took antidepressants to get rid of their low. The time came and they were already taking pills for breakfast, just to ‘survive boring lessons’, to get through the morning before smoking their first joint for lunch. They were never arguing, just laying in bed, making out and whispering sweet words to each other. They haven’t had sex yet, Y/N just wasn’t ready for it and Grayson accepted it. He was just a generous boyfriend, taking care of his angel. Y/N knew she loved him, but sometimes her mind wanders off to his past, high thoughts running through her head.

Grayson kissing other guys, while she was alone in her room.

Grayson fucking other girls, because she wasn’t ready for him.

Grayson cumming into other guys and girls, because she couldn’t fulfill his lust.

Of course, she knows they weren’t in a serious relationship so far, Grayson said those don’t really exist between stoners, but Y/N didn’t want other people to fuck the guy she was currently hooking up with. She was never the jealous type, but Grayson was supposed to be hers. In his opinion, he could do whatever he wants with other boys and girls, but as soon as she looks at some boy in class, he would get angry and stop talking to her for the rest of the day, leaving her behind in their room. Especially those days where the meds weren’t enough to share, they were angry at each other but would end up in bed, kissing and excusing themselves.

Those days, she liked to say that she was independent. Today, she can only laugh about this tragedy that was happening, because all she felt wasn’t real. She was just in love with the drugs he gave her.

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call-me-mister-midnight · 5 years ago

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Aiden’s Highway to Hell: Watch Dogs/Hazbin Hotel Crossover

Hey everyone, I’ve started writing my first ever fanfiction and I’ve gotten great reviews over at AO3, so I figured I’d share it with all of you, as well! Not sure if I should post the whole story over time or not, but for now, I’ll leave you the first chapter and link you to the full story on AO3. Be sure to like and review! I’m also open to suggestions if you have any.

Summary: After the events of the first Watch Dogs, Aiden Pearce finds himself on the wrong end of a rescue gone wrong and ends up in Hell. His only ticket out? Through the Happy Hotel, where he must repent for his crimes and give up his vigilante ways for good. Only true remorse and a change of heart will be his saving grace. Sounds simple enough, but when he finds an old enemy and some not so friendly demons along the way, Aiden will learn that the road to redemption is long and difficult. Will Aiden be able to turn himself around and live an honest life? Will he be able to escape hell? Or will he be exterminated? What else is in store for The Fox? Tune in and find out!

Chapter 1: Hellbound

It was a cold February morning in the city of St. Louis; a perfect day to start cleaning up the streets and getting back into the swing of things.

At least, that’s what Aiden thought as he got in his car and began to head towards Indigo Drive, where his Profiler was informing him of a crime in progress.

‘Another day, another assault…’, thought Aiden as he floored the gas, tearing down the highway. ‘I’ll get this over with and then try out that new diner. Nothing beats a good omelet.’ As he got closer and closer to his destination, a sense of uneasiness began to creep up on the battle-hardened vigilante. Why did he suddenly feel this way? He took down many an armored soldier before this with relative ease. This was going to be no different.

3 miles to the crime scene.

The unsettling feeling only grew worse. Shaking his head in disbelief, Aiden did his best to ignore the fear. Fear is what gets people killed in this line of work. Although he realized the importance of trusting his gut, Aiden knew damn well that he was merely overreacting. Perhaps he could use a vacation, he had endured quite a bit over the past few months. That’s it, the work was just getting to his head. Nothing to be worried about.

1 mile to the crime scene.

Aiden started to have second thoughts about interfering with this one. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but something felt seriously off. ‘No, I must. I can’t stop now, not after everything I’ve sacrificed’ he almost pleaded to himself. ‘I’ll do it, even if it kills me’. The anxiety was starting to peak at this moment; Aiden could swear his hands were starting to sweat. Embarrassing. How could someone who was so used to dropping the hammer on every person who came in between him and his niece’s killers suddenly be so timid? He NEVER had second thoughts before in his entire life. He couldn’t imagine what Jordi would ever say to him if he could read his mind. Thankfully, he never had to find out. All he needed to worry about was incapacitating his target and getting the hell outta Dodge.

“You have arrived.”

The robotic sound of his GPS snapped him out of his thoughts, prompting him to hit the brakes in order to study his surroundings. Under the bridge, perfect. His target wouldn’t even see him coming. As Aiden exited the car and screwed the silencer onto his pistol, he felt a cold chill blow over him. Gotta love that brisk St. Louis weather.

He powered up his Profiler and started searching the docks where the giant blue circle he had come to know and (not) love glowed back at him on the screen. After around 5 minutes of searching, he finally found his target: a tall, slender man in a black hoodie with the hood raised. It didn’t get any easier than this. Aiden hid behind a bridge support, keeping a close but safe distance between him and his potential prey. The man was clearly not in a hurry; he had no idea what was waiting for him just 10 feet away. As Aiden continued to tail the man, he saw it: a woman and child were tied up and were squirming around on the deck of a red and white boat that was sloppily docked about 25 yards away by Aiden’s prediction.

Easy pickings.

Aiden holstered his pistol and prepped his baton. He was gonna make this one hurt. He pulled his mask up and quickly approached the man. With a few well-placed swings and a liver shot for the cherry on top, the man went down onto the muddy grass with a satisfying thud.

‘See? Not even remotely a problem.’, thought Aiden as he ran over to the boat to free the hostages. He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself; not only did he get to save a couple of lives, he also didn’t have to break his back to get the few joys of being The Fox. That was all fine and dandy, up until the part where Aiden realized he made a gigantic tactical error.

“See you in HELL, scumbag!” came the sharp, high pitched voice of a second person that Aiden didn’t even account for. Before he could even turn around to confront the ambusher, it was too late. There was a bang, a flash of blinding white light, so bright that even the blind would have to shield their eyes from it. It was strangely beautiful, not even the slightest bit annoying. No pain, no blood… nothing. After what seemed like hours of this, he could hear the faint sounds of sirens and yelling, before suddenly feeling like he was falling. Not just falling, but freefalling. As in, going down a rollercoaster with nothing but your own body, hurtling towards a seemingly endless void. His speed and velocity only seemed to be increasing. Holy shit, this was REALLY fast. How was he not on fire from this much speed?

Aiden, too terrified to scream or flail, simply closed his eyes and braced himself for what was inevitably coming. This was the end, he knew it. He should’ve trusted his gut and just went to that stupid diner. For a brief moment, he regretted everything he ever did. The Fixer contracts he carried out, the convoys he destroyed, the cars he had stolen, but most of all, the people he put in danger… Nicky, Jacks… no, don’t think about her again…. dammit… even Lena. For the first time in what felt like forever, The Fox felt tears coming on. The intense speed at which he was falling didn’t even bother him anymore. The regret was heavy, burdensome. All of his past sins came to haunt him one last time before he met his fate. He supposed he deserved it. What a bitter pill regret is.

WHAM!

Aiden felt an impact so hard, he thought all of his body parts disconnected at once. All of the wind was instantly knocked out of him, the beautiful white light now gone. He was dead. But wait… he could still feel his arms and legs. He could still feel pain. So much pain…

All of the energy once within his shaken bones instantly disappeared. He felt like he could sleep forever. Isn’t that what he was doing? He honestly didn’t know anymore. All he knew was, he was splayed all across some hard surface… asphalt? It felt rocky, like asphalt. He tried moving his left arm slightly. It hurt a bit, but he managed to get the appendage out from under his body.

So far, so good.

He tried moving his right leg and was greeted by a tremendous amount of pain that rippled throughout his entire body.

Not good. Horrible idea.

Clearly, he wasn’t dead. At least, he didn’t think so. Also, what a nice warm atmosphere he was feeling. Wait… atmosphere? He was dead! He started hearing other ambiance sounds. Cars passing by, the distant chatter of human sounding voices… what the hell was going on? Only one way to find out. He tried to pick his head up to moderate success, managing to catch a glimpse of a very dark sky and what seemed like a wall of neon before letting his head smack against the pavement-like surface again.

‘Ow.’

It was bad enough he got shot in the damn head, now he had to be reckless and let his skull drop like that. He lifted his head again, this time getting a clear view of what was right in front of him. Aiden couldn’t believe it: he somehow ended up in a city! But not just any city; it was a city bathed in an eerie red fog, with a brightly lit sign around every corner. The buildings were tall and strangely shaped, some tipping to the side, others having jagged edges that jutted out at very peculiar angles.

‘Where the fuck am I?’, thought Aiden as he very slowly managed to get to a sitting up position, every muscle he moved screaming out in pain. After a couple minutes of scanning his surroundings in more detail, Aiden noticed something else: nobody else looked human. Well, they did, but they somewhat resembled some kind of animal or something. He quickly looked at his own hands, his eyes trailing down his chest and eventually stopping at his legs and feet. Somehow, Aiden looked completely unchanged. Everything about him was completely normal from before.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he started to try and get to a standing position. This time around, he managed to get it right the first time. He felt some cracking here and there, which, compared to the previous attempt at moving, was a welcome sensation. Anything was better than pain at this point. Spotting a vending machine nearby, Aiden decided, against his better judgment, to throw himself towards it to at least have something to hold on to.

That didn’t happen at all.

Aiden ended up almost rag dolling right past the machine as he awkwardly plummeted to another painful and embarrassing defeat.

“Well… that went well”, scoffed the vigilante bitterly. After spending another seemingly long time to get back on his feet, it finally hit him: this was no ordinary vending machine. “Heroin… acid… cocaine… molly… what the hell?”

He was beyond confused at this point. A vending machine that dispensed drugs?

Before he could ponder the situation any further, Aiden’s thought process was interrupted by a long scream followed by a what sounded like a laser blast. Adrenaline now kicking in, Aiden headed towards the general direction of the noise. It didn’t take him very long to pinpoint the source: a pair of creatures, jet black in color with icy halos over their head, open firing on some person vaguely resembling a frog. Their laughter was very chilling, half robotic and half distorted with a moderate amount of static. The sound cut through the air like a hot knife through butter.

Suddenly feeling mortal again and terrified beyond rational thought for the first time in his life, Aiden bolted for the closest street as one of the creatures turned to face him with a menacing smile. Heart pounding, Aiden managed to quickly limp a couple blocks before the adrenaline left his body, forcing him to come to a screeching halt under a small overhanging roof, slumping against the wall to catch his breath.

Aiden quickly scanned the building. “Looks like a hotel. Perfect.”

Without further delay, he opened the door, which was strangely unlocked, and quickly hid inside and slammed the door shut. Finally feeling safe, he let all of his weight rest against the hefty metal frame. The air was very still. The seconds seemed like hours as Aiden tried his best to keep his breath under control. He thanked his lucky stars that the place was abandoned. At least, until he suddenly felt something extremely sharp and extremely metal stick him right above his spine, followed by an intense and hostile female voice coming from behind him.

“Don’t move a muscle, asshole, or I’ll end you.”

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diinofayce · 6 years ago

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Who You Sellin’ For? - 5

Pairing: Bodyguard! Steve Rogers x OFC!Musician! Addison Schmidt x Bodyguard! Bucky Barnes | Word Count: 3.5k | Warnings: Alternate Universe, withdrawal, language | A/N: Song in the fic is: Under the Water and then like always there’s the link to the Chapter theme below the graphic | MASTERLIST

Just Tonight

The next morning saw everyone congregated in the kitchen again. Wanda, Pietro, and Sam were laughing over their steaming mugs of coffee and tea and bowls of cereal when Steve and Bucky rolled out of bed to join the band.

Bucky was still rubbing sleep out of his eyes while he fumbled around for a clean mug to pour the lukewarm coffee into and revitalize him for the day. Steve stuck with orange juice, coffee in the morning gave him acid reflux. Bucky slumped down at the large kitchen table, his fingers tangled in his knotted bed head while he stared contemplatively into his coffee.

“For security detail, y’all sleep pretty late,” Sam teased smirking at Bucky.

Bucky’s icy glare shot up at the man and his lips pressed into a thin line. “My internal clock is still shifting from working for Stark. He lives more of a night life.” He took a large gulp of the coffee praying that the caffeine would kick in quickly.

Steve sat down next to his boyfriend and knocked their shoulders together. “Well, and Buck has never been a morning bird. You guys all get up much earlier than we thought, though. I’ll start setting my alarm for earlier.”

Pietro shrugged and leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and holding his mug in both hands. “That’ll change come tour time. We’re not normally up so early, but the interview ran this morning so we wanted to see it. It’s the first one for the new band, we were excited.”

“How’d it look?” Steve asked, perking up.

“Where’s Addison?” Bucky asked in confusion at the same time, looking around the open floor plan for the platinum blond.

Wanda and Pietro frowned and Sam grimaced slightly.

“The interview was good, they didn’t warp anything we said or cut anything funny in editing,” Sam said, but still sounded like he was upset.

“So what’s wrong?” Steve asked looking between them all.

“Well, the comments weren’t the best,” Wanda answered softly and pulled her phone out, unlocking it and pushing it towards the two men across from her.

Steve slid the phone over so both him and Bucky could read the small screen.

Both Steve and Bucky read the comments with growing anger and disgust. They had obviously seen their fair share of bad press and nasty comments working in the industry and for every nasty comment there were at least three positive ones, but some of them were so foul. Everything ranging from how she only got noticed because she was pretty and white, to people pointing out that Stark is her uncle so of course, she’d always be on a label, to the ones that were claiming to have been at the house party only days prior and watching her do lines of cocaine and down bottles of booze.

Bucky scrubbed his hands over his face and grumbled about going upstairs to put on actual clothing, he knew what it was like to get speculative and accusing articles. When he left Hydra, Alexander had thrown all the evidence of Bucky’s wrongdoings at the police’s feet. Luckily, Steve had stepped in and talked to Tony managing to secure Bucky a job, a psychiatrist, and the full force of Tony’s legal team. Bucky had been cleared of all wrongdoing when it came to the actions he performed on behalf of Hydra and when it looked like it was about to go public and shed Hydra in a negative light Pierce dropped everything and let Bucky go, but that also meant that none of the heat had fallen off of Bucky’s shoulders.

Just as Bucky was pulling a brush through his hair he heard Steve come into the room.

“Buck?” he heard his boyfriend call for him and Bucky opened their bathroom door.

“In here, Stevie.”

Steve slid into the bathroom next to Bucky and leaned against the vanity counter. “The guys said she locked herself into the recording studio.” Steve said. While they had all been out at Rolling Stone, Tony had a team in to convert the pool house into a recording studio at Addison’s request.

“I’m not great at the hand holding shit, Stevie,” Bucky grumbled jamming a toothbrush in his mouth.

“Sure you are,” Steve countered wrapping one arm around Bucky’s waist and pulling him into his side. Steve leaned down and rested his chin on Bucky’s shoulder, kissing the soft spot behind Bucky’s ear. Bucky let out a pleased rumbling sound and tilted his head to give Steve better access.

Bucky tapped Steve’s hip so he could pull away and spit the toothpaste out into the sink.

“She’s probably not even going to want anything from us. I’m sure she’ll just be snappy and bratty,” Bucky moaned. “Our job is just making sure she isn’t killed by Hydra.”

Steve pursed his lips and looked down at his feet. Bucky watched Steve’s face closely.

“What the fuck is it with you and picking emotionally damaged strays?”

Steve’s passive face broke into a pleased smile. “I like the challenge,” he rumbled softly, quirking his gaze up to meet Bucky’s.

“She’s a good person, Bucky. I know she is. But there’s more to her story, she’s been hurt bad and she’s barely hanging on. Doesn’t that bother you?” Steve asked.

Bucky sighed with frustration and pulled a zip up hoodie off the rack on the bathroom door. “Sometimes, Steve, she isn’t the only one keeping their shit together by a thread.”

With that he left Steve standing in the bathroom as he thundered his way down the stairs and out into the crisp morning air. Bucky didn’t want to argue with Steve, he knew that he had thrown a bit of a low blow back there. Steve was the type to immediately assume that he wasn’t doing enough as a partner when that was farther from the truth. Bucky knew he had the tendency to make their relationship a little difficult, he couldn’t help it, his head wasn’t always in the right space for it. And while Steve hadn’t been wrong back at the Rolling Stone head quarters, they had always shared partners, Bucky still felt vulnerable more often than not when it came to private intimacy and he wasn’t sure he was ready to add anyone else into their mix. There was a tiny hint of jealousy that had never been present with Bucky before now that was throwing him. Was he just not providing Steve with enough that the first dame to walk by with long legs and lashes and Steve couldn’t wait to throw them into the mix?

Bucky knew that line of thinking was incorrect and unfair. The moment Bucky said he wasn’t ready for it he knew Steve would drop it. There was also the weird nagging attraction that he also had to Addison that he couldn’t deny. The fact that she was just so lost and hurting provoked Bucky’s need to protect and shelter, which was the same instinct that Steve had and he knew that.

Just as Bucky was reaching the pool house he felt a strong hand wrap around his elbow and pull him to a stop.

“Buck…” Steve’s soft voice pulled him up from the dark waves that he was starting to drown in.

“Don’t, Steve. I’m sorry,” Bucky whispered and he was immediately enveloped by warm and strong arms.

“I’m not saying let’s do it, Bucky. I’m saying we should just take a little extra care with her,” Steve murmured in his ear and Bucky nodded.

The men separated and Steve tucked an errant lock of hair behind Bucky’s ear making the darker haired man smile before they both turned and quietly entered the converted pool house.

Addison had her back to the men on the other side of the glass partition, her bare feet were tangled in the rungs of the barstool she was sitting on as she lazily strummed an acoustic guitar. Both men noted the red ‘RECORDING’ sign was lit so they silently took seats behind the soundboards to watch. It was probably rude, to intrude in such a way, they could easily keep watch from outside of the pool house, but they were starting to feel like most of their job wasn’t protecting Addison from Hydra it was protecting her from herself.

“Lay my head under the water Lay my head under the sea Excuse me, sir, am I your daughter? Wont you take me back? Take me back and see?”

Her soft voice was laden with sorrow and pain. Her long platinum hair that was pressed down by large headphones fell in front of her face as she brushed her nose against the mesh circle in front of the microphone. Her long fingers moved deftly over the fret board of the guitar and she stretched her left leg down to push a pedal on the floor with her toes and flipping a switch on the front panel of the instrument she brought power to the guitar in her lap, igniting the sound to vibrant electric.

“There’s not a time for being younger And all my friends are enemies. And if I cried unto my mother No, she wasn’t there, she wasn’t there for me.”

“Don’t let the water drag me down. Don’t let the water drag me down.”

Addison took a noticeably shaking breath and her fingers faltered for just a moment before she seemed to rally herself and plug on. Steve and Bucky’s hands had found one another and they held onto each other tightly behind the glass as they watched her back, completely mesmerized.

“Broken lines across my mirror Show my face all red and bruised And though I screamed and I screamed Well, no one came running Oh, I wasn’t saved, I wasn’t safe from you.”

“Don’t let the water drag you down. Don’t let the water drag you down. Don’t let me drown, don’t let me drown in the waves. I could be found, I could be what you had saved.”

Steve and Bucky watched Addison break. As she screamed ‘saved’ over and over in the microphone, her voice cracking and her knuckles white, they watched her tumble and fall. This was the most honest they had ever seen the girl and it became more apparent than ever that they were intruding and they shouldn’t have come in. This was almost religious and extremely intimate and the boys couldn’t help but feel guilty, but they also couldn’t will themselves to stand up and slip out the door. This was a beautiful train wreck, the fall from grace, it was honest and pure and painful.

“Lay my head under the water Aloud I pray for calmer seas And when I wake from this dream with chains all around No I’ve never been, I’ve never been free… No I’ve never been, I’ve never been free… No I’ve never been, I’ve never been free…”

The guitar slipped from Addison’s lap and hung limply at her side, gripped in her left hand by the neck as she swiped the back of her right arm across her face. Reaching up she slid the headphones from her head to dangle around her neck and she half looked over her shoulder at the guys behind her.

“Wanna hit the red flashing button?” she asked hoarsely.

Bucky and Steve blinked once before Bucky managed to reach out and press the large button on the sound board to stop the recording. Addison sniffled a bit and scrubbed at the stains on her cheeks before returning her guitar to the little stand and standing up to stretch her long limbs and rake her hair back into a messy ponytail. She cleared her throat before turning to stare at them through the glass; her silver eyes were still bright despite being red rimmed and puffy, the tip of her nose was red from crying and even though she scrubbed at her cheeks repeatedly Steve and Bucky could still see the tracks of her tears. She was wearing a pair of black jeans and a flowy white t-shirt with an over sized gray cardigan that hung down her knees.

She crossed her arms in front of her as if to protect herself in her sudden show of emotion and levied the men with a hard stare.

“Didn’t you see the red light on the outside? That means don’t come in.” Addison unplugged her headset from the recording box and left the little recording room to join the two men in the sound room.

“There was no light?” Steve asked hesitantly looking at Bucky for confirmation. Bucky just shrugged back unhelpfully, he had been too caught up in Steve to notice anything like that. Which, considering their job, was probably a bad thing.

Addison let out a little noise of disbelief before plugging the jack of her headphones into the sound board and adjusted a few of the sliders.

“Sounded good,” Bucky supplied, nodding his chin towards the other room.

“It’s decent. Not a bad start to a new album,” Addison grumbled, hitting play to listen to the recording with only her left ear cuff on, the one of the right tucked behind the shell of her ear so she could still communicate with her nosy security team.

“New album already?” Steve asked, brow furrowing. He figured the band would want to be practicing the ones on the album so when the tour was ready to take off they’d be good to go.

Addison sighed and rested her chin in her hand as she curled her knees to her chest in the chair. “No…new album totally. Tony sent me an email over from my lawyer…I fucked up in the interview by mentioning working with Wanda on stuff. Pierce put a subpoena through demanding all emails and direct lines of contact between myself and the members of the band during the time I was in contract under Hydra. He’s trying to rip the album out from under us…or take a part of the royalties. We don’t make shit for royalties anyway so really he’s just trying to be an ass.”

She pulled her pony tail around over her shoulder and picked at the ends nervously. “I haven’t told the others yet. They worked so hard on this album and now it’s all gonna end up Pierce’s vault.”

Bucky took a moment to actually examine Addison. Her pallor was pale and ashen, small beads of sweat were sitting on the surface of her upper lip and forehead. Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling as she fidgeted with her hair and the dials of the soundboard, her right leg bouncing anxiously up and down. His lips pursed with his frown and he cast Steve a pointed look that had him examining her closer as well and connecting all the dots.

“I don’t think the others are going to be mad at you, Addison,” Steve said softly, his demeanor instantly switching from abashed at being caught in the studio to over protective of her wellbeing.

“I didn’t say they would be. I just feel like a fucking asshole. Just another fucking thing I managed to screw up,” Addison bit back and it had Steve sitting back in his seat.

“Hey,” Bucky soothed, reaching forward and finding the pause button on the playback. When Addison didn’t protest he reached up and slowly slid the headphones from her head set them on the table. “Why don’t you just step away from this for a minute. Did you eat something this morning?”

Addison shook her head and wrapped her arms around her knees before resting her chin on them. “I’ll just throw it up. I just have to keep working. If I can just…” Addison paused and took a shaking breath. “If I can just work for the next couple of days I’ll be okay. I just can’t focus on it.” She brought her nail up to her mouth and stuck the nail between her teeth, chomping down and breaking the acrylic with a sharp snap that had both men wincing. “I don’t want him to control me anymore.”

She didn’t need to clarify what ‘it’ was or what control Pierce still had over her. Both Steve and Bucky could pin point the signs of withdrawal pretty quickly and both men were just impressed she hadn’t taken anything yet to stem the pain.

“No, I think what would be best is if we got you upstairs to bed. You can bring your guitar if you want, but you should lay down with some water,” Steve pressed and Addison frowned, but nodded.

She unfurled herself from the chair and pulled her cardigan tighter around her as a shiver wracked her body. Addison left the guitar in the recording room as she led the way back up into the house. Bucky and Steve both looked behind themselves to see that there was in fact a light above the door and when recording was happening there probably was a light that flashed.

Bucky followed Addison up to her room while Steve took a detour to the kitchen to fill a pitcher with ice water.

“Everything okay?” Wanda asked, still at the breakfast table with some toast.

“Addison is having some withdrawal. We’re taking her back to bed,” Steve commented, his eyes shooting over to the red head.

Wanda frowned for a second with contemplation and then nodded. “Okay, Piet, you know the drill. Let’s start purging the house.” Wanda and Pietro both pushed their dishes away from them and split up with the intent of scouring the house for drugs and liquor and getting rid of it.

Steve watched as the twins rushed off and quirked an eyebrow at Sam who was reading the paper just like he was the morning before. Sam just shrugged at him. “I don’t know where they keep half that shit,” he commented and turned a page.

On his way up to Addison’s room he sent off a text to Natasha asking her to reschedule any interviews the band or Addison had for the coming week with the promise he would explain later. Pushing open the door he didn’t immediately see Bucky and Addison, but he heard them in the bathroom. He felt a tinge of nausea as he heard Addison wretch into the toilet and was so appreciative over the fact that Bucky was never bothered by that sort of thing. Pouring a glass of water from the pitcher he wrapped his knuckles on the bathroom door and Bucky poked his head out.

“Thanks, Stevie,” Bucky sighed and took the glass of water from him. Leaning up on his toes he gave Steve a quick peck to the lips before shutting the door again, knowing that Steve couldn’t stand vomiting.

Steve sat down on the edge of Addison’s unmade bed and waited for the two to come out. At one point Wanda came bustling in and opened up dresser drawers and her bedside table, coming out with a handful of clear baggies and orange bottles of prescription pills. Wanda smiled brightly at Steve before rushing out before Addison could see that Wanda had her stash.

Just in time for the toilet to flush and the sink to run. Bucky led Addison out into her room where she flopped unceremoniously into her bed, her platinum hair sticking to the sweat of her forehead, but her breath coming out freshly minty as she sighed. Bucky must have force mouth wash upon the small girl. Steve reached out and brushed the hair off of Addison’s forehead as Bucky sat down on the other side of her.

“So, I know I’ve been nothing but a selfish bitch this whole time,” Addison mumbled into her pillow and Bucky quirked an amused eyebrow at Steve. “But can I be selfish again?”

“What do you need?” Steve asked, pulling her comforter up around her.

“You guys are like furnaces and I’m fucking freezing,” Addison noted before trailing off and cracking a red rimmed eye open to look at them both.

Bucky sighed and pulled the comforter back slightly. “Well, budge into the middle then, doll.”

Addison hummed sleepily but managed to drag herself into the middle of the king sized bed where Bucky slid up to her right side. He shot Steve a pointed look, the blond man was the one that got them into this mess to begin with so he’d better pony up. Steve rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and slid into Addison’s left. Addison sighed in content as she rolled over and curled into Steve’s side, absorbing his warmth.

Bucky skooched in closer to her backside and pulled out his phone.

“What level are you on in Candy Crush?” he whispered to Steve as Addison started to drift off to sleep.

“248?” Steve asked, pulling out his own phone.

“Nice,” Bucky smirked and opened up level 249.

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