#you have no idea how much I wanted to yell 'now THAT'S STAINED GLASS' as I posted

[hanalyrata]

[Full Ver on AO3 - Uncensored - NSFW/MDNI]

Wanted soft SwissDew sex, so I drew soft SwissDew sex.

[shes4twnksinatrnchct]

New Friends

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Words: 2k (oneshot)

Summary: After breaking up with Jake, you realize that perhaps the freedom of his grueling schedule—and the strain it placed on your relationship—isn’t all what you dreamed it would be.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, arguing (yelling/screaming), angst, explicit sexual situations (quickie, p in v, voyeurism if you squint), alcohol abuse, depression

***Inspired by the song “New Friends” by Lainey Wilson

It’s an annoying thump—one that you can’t tell is from the sheet of rain hounding down onto the roof of your house, or from tail wagging on the dog in the bed next to you.

Opening your eyes, you look around the gloomy room, just as downtrodden and nauseatingly void of light as you feel. 

Your nose stings, the lump forming in your throat as you recall for the ninetieth day in a row that he’s not here anymore. 

Surprised that you made it to the bed in the middle of your own party last night, you sniffle back the guilt and drag yourself from the bed. 

The floor rattles when four paws crash onto it, beating you to the bedroom door. 

You don’t even bother assessing the damage in your living room…you know there’s more strewn out photo albums that’s home to pictures of him that you’ve been cursing every night, broken drink glasses that you’ve thrown at his record player he refuses to come retrieve, and whiskey stains soaked into the carpet from stumbling on your own feet while dancing to Neil Young—or was it Bob Dylan? 

Unable to recall, you open the back door and let the dog run as free as they want to run in the rain…

…The rain overtakes the sound of silence that’s fallen between the two of you, your voices raw from shouting.

“If you would just come with me, y/n, this would—”

“--I go with you! I run all over the fucking Earth with you, and I’m miserable! I want to be at home, in my own bed, with my boyfrie–”

“--I don’t want to be at home!” He exclaims over you. “I told you that when we started dating! I love what I do, I love performing, I love being on the road!” 

You blink at him, your voice shaking with the quiver in your throat while you say, “You love being away from me.” 

“What?” He furrows his thick brows, disgusted with the idea of you even thinking such a thing. 

“You live for it! Because when I’m not there all those girls who’d crawl across glass to get even half of a second of your attention—”

“---Oh, for fuck’s sake, y/n, gimme a bre—”

“---Can track you down and drop to their goddamn knees!” You outburst, the image of all those pretty, slobbering girls looking up at him like a God every night practically stamped onto your brain by this point.

“Just because you did it, doesn’t mean anybody else is!” He throws at you, reminding you very thoroughly of how you two even met to begin with. 

You take in a breath, eyeing him bitterly before nodding slowly, mentally throwing all of his shit in a box and strewing it out in the yard.

“It doesn’t matter who's getting on their knees, or bending over a sink, or laying on their back, or standing on their goddamn head for you!” You laugh humorlessly. “I just know it’s not gonna be me, anymore.” 

Jake rolls his jaw, deciding your words are a result of perhaps too much to drink, fogging your mind and striking an overreaction. 

But you’re far more sober now than when he first arrived back home only a few hours ago before receiving a phone call that a last-minute festival had been scheduled for the day following tomorrow. 

And of course he was okay with it. 

Anything to get another chance to be away from you…or so you thought. 

“Baby,” He starts quietly, guilt yanking at him while he outstretches a hand to you, that you dart away from. 

“No.” You declare, knowing he’s a walking trap. 

His tired eyes still manage to lull your anger, turning it into a hopeless frustration that pours out with your tears.

“You go have fun with whatever unwashed hippie you find at that festival, and I’ll have all your shit neatly waiting for you when you get back.” You assure him harshly, stepping to the bedroom the two of you share. 

Your dog picks their head up, quickly feeling the anger reeling from the both of you, and stepping out of the way to go settle in the closet away from the noise. 

“I don’t want anybody else, y/n.” He tells you, hot on your heels as you start gathering laundry baskets to sift through his dirty clothes from tour so you can wash them and get them folded—and packed away. “Do you hear me?!” He raises his voice, snatching his jeans from your hands and throwing them down to the floor. 

“We’re in Nashville. I can find another guitar player ten steps down the road, Jake.” You spitefully dig at him, marching out of the room toward the front door of the home. 

His hands grab your arms, forcing you to turn and look at him when you reach the foyer. 

It’s all bullshit, and you both know it is when you add, “Yeah. You fuck who you want to while you’re on the road, and I fuck who I want to while you’re on the road, too.” 

His jaw clenches while your words completely strip him of anything he might have to argue back with—too infuriated with the thought of you thinking he’d ever cheat on you, and the idea of you cheating on him. “We’re. Done.” You grit out in a hiss, nose to nose with him, your eyes bearing into his as you speak it sternly. “Do you hear me?” 

You’re rendered breathless in a matter of moments, unable to recall how exactly the two of you ended up tangled together in front of the entryway table in front of the door—with no thought of how the silhouettes of your bodies may appear through the frosted glass of the window in your front door.  

Apparently neither of you are done enough with one another not to do this, all desperate hands and needy tongues, threading together so naturally that it almost reminds you why you tolerate his absence so much…almost. 

“Oh,” You whimper out from the back of your throat at the feeling of him thrusting into you, stretching you out with lack of leeway after turning you around and bending you over the table of home decor that scatters by him doing so. 

Despite the discomfort, you arch your back, tightening around him, pulling him deeper into you while you sever your lip between your teeth. 

“You would be turned on right now.” He mumbles in your ear at the feeling of your slick walls hugging him. 

He’s panting, his jaw slack and a groan being strangled from him at the feeling of you wrapped around him, looking down at your lace panties pushed aside before his eyes look in front of the two of you in the wall mirror you’re both staring into. 

Pausing momentarily, there’s a sadness that falls around the two of you that neither wants to dwell on, so it’s quickly returned to anger and spite in the form of him grabbing at your throat and you clawing at the back of his hand, moving against him as he picks up his pace between your spread thighs while your tip-toes struggle to stay on the floor. 

He holds onto every note you moan, scream, and whisper out to him, knowing this is the last time the two of you will be doing this, savoring your soft skin, the feeling of your hips in his hands.  

Its rushed and sloppy, the head of his cock easily seeking out just where you need him to be after practically worshipping your pussy for three years, now. 

You damn near crawl up the wall when he starts hammering into you, his brows scrunching as he watches your face shift in the mirror to utter bliss. 

“Jake,” It’s strangled and breathy, spilling from your lips so beautifully it intoxicates him all the more. 

“Come on, baby,” He encourages in her ear, her eyes locking with his in the mirror before her shaking legs damn-near give way.

Your pulsing grip on him pulls him to his own end, only this time he’s pulling out to spill on your exposed ass cheek. 

Neither of you move, but you look at him in the mirror, waiting for him to meet your own eyes. 

When he finally does, he realizes the same painfully ironic turn of events that you’ve come to realize in this situation. 

Your relationship started with a random quickie in the mirror of his dressing room, dopey smiles and sweet kisses following your fast passions. 

Now here the two of you are, worn down and dragged around, exhausted and fed up. 

It’s a bitter pill to swallow as you examine him through teary eyes while your heart drops to your stomach. 

Instead of kissing you, or asking you about where you’re from, your family, your friends, your interests, he waits for you to ask him not to leave. 

To jump into his arms and admit how wrong you were, how much you’ve missed him, how you want to go with him when he leaves again tomorrow. 

But you do no such thing. 

So, instead, he fights back tears and stumbles backward to get away from you. 

…You have to shake the memory from your head, the last night the two of you saw one another being too emotionally draining to dwell on. 

Yet, the entirety of your relationship has been spat back out to you. 

Either in the form of dreams, random memories spilling through the cracks of your stone-cold mind that you’ve tried to wall off the best you can, and sometimes—when it’s too quiet in the house, void of your ex-boyfriend’s laughter, his shenanigans with his brothers, and any music exuding from him—your heart aches.

You see thousands of pictures from their current tour, it seems, scrolling mindlessly through social media, or sometimes his mom will give you updates. 

You’ve iced out his brothers as much as you have to him, feeling unable to maintain a relationship with any extension of him if you can’t have him solely. 

But it’s your fault. 

You practically kicked him out of his own house, and Jake, being Jake, didn’t argue. He didn’t want it anyway after it’d been soaked in your poison, stewing for months at a time with his absence while you were too stubborn to go with him.

Hearing the dog at the door, you step to the heavy wood and swing it open, wincing when they shake off at your feet and soak your legs. 

You need a shower, anyway, not feeling like taking one lately.

The idea of exerting that much energy is draining enough as it is, so you’ve dealt with your greasy hair with scrunchies and clips to keep it from your face, and don’t even try to think about what you might smell like to anyone who might drop by on you. 

Though no one has.

All your friends are out of town. 

Chugging the same performance kool-aid that Jake is. 

“Self-serious bastards,” You mumble to yourself, your voice breaking while your dog eyes the kitchen, causing you to follow suit.

The food hits the metal bowl with a loud sprinkle, and you stare down at them while they eat. 

You wonder what the hell the hound at your feet makes of this.

They miss him, at least you figure as much. They mope around more than you do some days, pacing in front of the door, or sniffing around his side of the closet before laying down and whining. 

But they brighten up on the days you’re worse off, as if knowing you need something to try to bring you joy and it’s on them to deliver it. despite the fact that perhaps they might feel as though they did something to make him leave for longer.

“It’s my fault, you know.” You say to them, and two big, round eyes look up at you as lips smack on their breakfast. “I’m sorry.” You add, the closest to an apology for your behavior towards your ex that you’ll make. 

[gofishygo]

[PRIDE MONTH- WEEK FOUR] : through green hydrangeas (my heart lies) price x ftm reader (part 2/2) - UNFINISHED

(i will complete this once i am unsuicidal and motivated)

[PART ONE] | notes: medical settings, description of injury, should have a good ending but like rn its not necessarily very bonita for either of them

The next time you and Johnathan price meet each other is indeed, in Burningham.

The doctors treating you had come with a prognosis- a puncture to the intestine. Through the whole eight hours of the surgery, the whole two weeks of an induced coma, he’d shadowed it behind a glass window. His now practically immune to the scent of disinfectants, the lemon-stained chemicals burning at his nose until the chemoreceptors in them saw nothing, felt nothing. He compares it to a black hole, how his sensory limbs have dulled since his career; his ears are now half drowned, all noose shallow and diasporic, left behind at a botched mission in 2002 Moscow. The keenness of his nose now snuffed by a recent disaster with chemicals. His body is trying and failing, pulling the weight of the world on its shoulders and inside the gaping voids of his chest, always consuming, killing, but never truly settled. Never truly sated.

And now his eyes have resulted in you being eaten, now his ears have resulted in you being ripped at your core. His body has chewed you and, and was left to spit out your body, just like Johnny-

He is scared of looking into closed eyes-they remind price too much about him. So, he leaves the living pearls alone, refuses to peel the skin back to see your colours. He never wants to chew again, not after this.

In every other world be should have stayed attentive, should have yelled at you to not mount the doorframe. But now you are here, bandage wrapped vice-tight below your own scars under your chest and blanketing part of your tattoo, and guilt and pity and some dark festering emotion he couldn’t pinpoint layer and boil like bile in his kidneys. Threatens to spill over into his throat and all over the bed when he is finally allowed to take the compression off. It reveals the shooting star of a wound, crusted tail stretching and expanding into arms that seem to try reach across your skin, to take more of the body it had infested. And he fears you will meet the fate of Johnny- that the wound had claimed your soul instead of your life. And it was an early death too, for the man he had met, for the private who’d body he thought he’d fully memorised a decade ago. The short-lived life of the man who smiled with his whole face for the woman who couldn’t. He knows you have changed, have grown up and out of your past life.

But he can only hope that now; you are strong enough to live through it.

On the nineteenth day of your bedrest, John seems to notice that the slow trickle of bouquets and cards of condolence had been wrung dry, petals brown and crusting on the small bundle of roses that Gaz had left on the bedside since the beginning of your stay in the hospital. The colour of the wilt now matched his increasingly darkening eyebags, crow’s feet near buried, shallow dents in the corner of his peripherals. Pads of his fingers rest atop your forehead- and he knows no matter how dysregulated your internal temperature was since the mission, the number of degrees in your body would always be more than the amount of “get well soon’s” you were given. Some stone of pity seems to snowball at the tip of his tongue and lodge in his throat at the lack of a similar last name on any of the unopened cards left to collect dust on the table. Perhaps, since you’d dropped your original name, the people who’d carried your last refused to see you. And maybe, the idea that the number of degrees your body temperature was also outmatched the number of times you’d seen your relatives since your transition. And maybe, you had been alone for that stretch of years, without familiar flesh to grip onto or a face to share your ashtray and lighter with.

(When long-abandoned lawns are left unattended, they seem to flourish. Rainwater fills the cracks of pavement, toadstool and wildflowers sprouting between the roots of household weeds. In miracle, you had thrived in your isolation.) With one of your eyes slightly peeled open and fixed towards him, and voice barely gathering into the creak of a tree deforested, you ask what is wrong. Price swallows: and he replies with silence.

But even in your quarter-dead state, the captain can’t seem to stomp out the embers of your stubbornness. You’d always cared for him, affection growing teeth and latching onto him with a grip near impossible to pry. In warmth, it held him, in cold, it smothered him. “Put a lid on it, private,” its some form of rumbled warning, a predecessor to earthquakes that would split continents open. “Laswell called. All six targets got taken down, thanks to the work of you and the ULF. Another mission cleared, another day of living.” The dynamics of your exhale sound oddly like a rendition of price’s puff of a cigar. He can faintly recognise the lethargy, energy seeped out of your injuries, clearly exasperated by the way he slams shut at your prying. “You don’t need to worry about me,” But you’re attentive, even in your indigence, and notice how his eyes are not focused on the explosion of scab across your torso, but on the scars that adorned the underside of your chest. “Or is there something else on your mind?”

Price- he truly does hope that you register his stifled grunt and the widening of his eyes as shock instead of horror. Your words catch him off guard, a bear trap that ensnares his tongue instead of his legs, and he is left thrashing in desperation for new words. “no, it’s not- its not that you’re transgender. I don’t care for that. Why didn’t you contact me? What made you think that I would despise you, just because you changed? Just because you were happier?” did you think I could ever hate you for that? “no, its not your fault kid. m’ mistake.”

Silence from the only person who’d dared to raise their words to match all his own, isolation from the man whose touch anchored you down to the ground of the earth and the heat of his skin- it’s smothering him still, a phantom weight that chained the both of you to the bones in your knees and the cuffs of your necks. (If love Is liberation, maybe you two could have been set free-)

[blackdollette]

OH MY GOD I'M NOT SURE IF U STILL WANT CLYDE REQUESTS BUTBUTBUT!!

like, reader is a part of the little group(?) thinnggg nd reader n clyde kind oofffff don't like each other?? for some reason?? nd it's like enemies to lover's but not cuz it just ends in hate sex but not exactly HATE sex, hrmmnnrmrm.

i don't think this work's with clyde but it could maybe work with charlie toooo maybe?, anyways bye bye!! :3

ahhh! i've never gotten smth like this before im so excited!!

"the bad girl next door." | clyde

dangerous girl. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999@josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist@auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly@imoonkiss @lankysimp@nom-nommmm1@xxbl00d-cl0txx@k1ll3rh0rr0r@wildathevrt@mommymilkers0526

reader x clyde

word count: 1.5k

contents: enemies to lovers, public sex, protected p in v

“hey! watch it!” clyde yelled as the club’s bouncer picked him up and threw him onto the pavement outside of the establishment, another bouncer trailing behind, carrying you and throwing you right on top of him.

“fuck you!” you shouted out as the two large men walked back into the club, slamming the doors with more defiance than necessary. you heard a low groan underneath you, along with his compressed voice. “get off me, bitch.” he muttered. your eyes narrowed and you pushed his head into the rough gravel. “that’s no way to speak to me, druggie.” 

he flipped himself over, shoving you off of him and standing up as he dusted himself off. i put his hands on his hips and chewed on his lower lip, looking up at the building in front of him. you got to your feet too, shoving past him and going straight for the door.

he grabbed you by the wrist, his cold gaze making you freeze. “where the hell do you think you’re going? you just got kicked out, genius. you can’t just walk back in there like you own the place.” you rolled your eyes, snatching your wrist out of his grip. “wrong, asshole.” you opened the door, strutting right back inside the club like nothing happened, and that made clyde’s blood boil.

he hated the way you walked over everyone like you ran the town. in his eyes, you were just some entitled brat who was born with a silver spoon in your mouth. it was unusual for him to detest anyone as much as he did you, but what could you say? you were special. and besides, you didn’t like him either. he was brought up by a wealthy family and he threw it all away to pursue a life of freedom and all that other bullshit. you would’ve killed to have a life like his and he didn’t even want it. now that got under your skin.

you waltzed back into the club, sitting down at a stool with the rest of your friends, but the tension thickened as clyde walked up right behind you, sitting a few seats away from you, a raging fire burning in his eyes. for such a “chill” guy, you had no idea how you got him so riled up without even trying.

he flipped you off, ticking you off once again. you stood up, preparing to give you a piece of you mind for the umpteenth time that night until a waiter holding a tray of champagne came out of no where and knocked into you, causing more commotion than you thought was necessary. but it was so damn embarrassing, and you could’ve sworn you heard clyde laugh.

and that’s how you ended up here, in the club’s kitchen washing dishes as punishment for all the trouble you caused. and to make matter’s worse, clyde was there too. since he’d already been kicked out, the owner believed that it would be more than appropriate to have two young delinquents wash dishes during rush hour. and it was all clyde’s fault.

“you missed a spot.” he remarked snidely. you shot him a glare as you scrubbed on a wine glass. like the whore he was, he had stripped down to his tank top, revealing biceps that were more defined than you would ever expect. you looked away from him, trying to avoid any unnecessary interaction with him. you aggressively tried to wash a stain off of the glass, but it wouldn’t budge.

clyde saw you struggling and snuck up behind you, snaking his arms underneath yours and washing the glass with much more care. “you do it like this, you animal.”

you snatched it back from him, placing it on the drying rack and speaking lowly.“you should seriously just leave me alone. i swear it’s like you’re obsessed with me or something.” clyde sneered. “and you should adjust that bra.” your cheeks immediately flushed as you looked down, your tank top having slipped low enough to reveal an unholy amount of cleavage.

you swallowed hard, pulling up your top a little, making your tits bounce slightly. your face burned with a strange attraction bubbling in your gut. clyde leaned on the counter, picking at his fingernails. seeing him in this light was strange. his usually drunk-looking eyes seemed so much livelier. his hair didn’t look as greasy and he had the appearance of effortless attractiveness that most men strived for.

you were never able to deny the “crush” you’d had on him, but you could mask how you went about showing it. so all you could do was long for the day he would pick up on your painfully obvious signs.

“fuckin’ perv…” you muttered under your breath. clyde didn’t say anything to that, but he got up real close to you, making you back away until you were against the cold marble wall. his eyes narrowed, the sexual tension between you two growing to an almost unbearable point.

“i’m a lot of things you fucking brat,” he stuck his pointer finger into your face, “but i will not take such a nasty attitude from a horny bitch like you.” that had done it. your body began to tremble from his condescending stare, and you couldn’t hold yourself back for another second.

you pressed your lips into his, kissing him so hard that his heart nearly stopped. he let out a deep groan from the contact, his hands immediately finding your waist and gripping it firmly. he picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his waist as he set you on the counter, frantically undoing his belt without moving his lips from yours for even a second.

in a matter of seconds, his erect cock sprung out of his pants, slapping your inner thigh and making you shiver. he pulled away from the kiss, panting as he desperately went to remove your shirt. he’d been dying to see your knockers for a long time now, and nothing was holding him back anymore.

he unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the ground and admiring the sight before him. this whole thing would be sweet if his other hand wasn’t digging into your ass, surely drawing blood. but you didn’t care. he spread your legs apart, slipping your panties to the side before spitting on his fingers and roughly shoving them into your tight hole, making a loud moan erupt from your core.

he fingered you with one hand, using the other to whip out a condom from the depths of his pocket and tearing it open with his teeth, turning you on a lot more than that simple action should’ve.

he teased your hole a little more, your sweet, gentle noises softening his heart as he rolled on the condom. he pulled his fingers out of you, looking you deeply in the eyes. “alright, i’m gonna fuck you now, okay? if you feel like chickening out, whine or something like you always do.” he smirked a little before pumping his cock a few times, pushing it in.

you screamed out as he slowly took you inch by inch, your arms wrapping around his neck. there was nothing slow and steady about this. it was heated and rough, his nails digging into your thigh as he began pounding into you, abusing your already-sore little hole.

you put your head in the crook of his neck, biting his shoulder blade as you felt his dick rearranging your guts. you were holding back tears. you had always given him the impression that you could take any dick, no matter the size. but you were quickly doubting your own capabilities.

he rolled his hips into yours, making your irises flip to the back of your head from the ecstatic feeling. he explored your tight, gummy walls, letting out raspy groans as he picked up the pace.

the sound of skin slapping together filled the room, the noise echoing off the polished walls as the screams and cheers from the main club got louder. you couldn’t believe you were doing this, getting your hole banged by the very man you couldn’t stand to be around for more than 2 minutes.

his thumbs reached for your puffy clit, rubbing quick circles onto it and using your cum as lubricant. your screamed, tossing your head back as he brought his lips to your tits and started swirling his tongue around your hard nipples. you were about 2 seconds over the edge, but you didn’t want to seem like a total virgin. however, your stamina ran short as you sobbed out, “c-clyde, i’m so clo-” you were cut off by a whimper that surely tore through the walls of the kitchen. your head fell back, and you felt the condom inside you swell as he filled it up with his hot, sticky cum.

he panted like a starved dog, leaning against the wall for support as he slipped off the condom, tucking his softening dick back into his pants. he caught a glimpse of you pouting as he put it away, so he threw the full condom at you, it landing right on your nose.  you swatted it off, laughing as you slapped him on the chest. “fuck you, you dick.” he lightly shoved you away from him, grinning. “gladly.”

author's note: my fics have been way too long lately smh.

[muscleloverz69]

Leader of The House

Bob was already running late to work. The middle aged man couldn’t get his twins up for their first day of middle school and as a result was most definitely going to be yelled at by his boss at work. Sure enough when Bob arrived to his menial desk job his boss was waiting. However while Bob was expecting to be disciplined he never thought he’d get fired, but sure enough he was heading out of the office before morning rush hour was even over. “I already have people calling out left and right for personal days I can’t have someone unreliable when there are young guys I can pay half as much who will do whatever I ask.”

“At least it can’t get any worse,” Bob thought to himself.

Bob pulled back into his driveway dreading telling his wife as he did he noticed a strange car parked in front of the house. As he walked into the house he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. In his youth he had been quite handsome, but a full-time office job didn’t give him much time to workout. Now Bob had wrinkles, a beer gut, and receding hairline. The only thing Bob could really take comfort in was his beautiful wife and large stunning home. As Bob stared pathetically at himself in the mirror he heard a strange noise coming from upstairs. “Uhhhh Ohhhh.”

“Hunny are you ok? Don’t worry I’m home.” 

Bob ran up the stairs and burst into his bedroom face flushed red and sweaty, but when he saw what was going on he just fell to the floor in tears. In his bed was his wife and the accountant from the office. “Bob you aren’t supposed to be home!”

“Why did you do this Madison? I thought you were happy.” Bob wailed hysterically on the floor.

“Bob look at you you’re disgusting, why don’t you leave Johnathon here can take care of me.”

Bob walked out without saying another word. He passed through the front door and just kept going down the street. Bob walked for hours unable to come up with the courage to go back to the home he completely lost control of. Eventually he came across a strange store. He had no idea why but he felt a sudden urge to go inside. 

Inside were strange knickknacks thrown all over long tables. Nothing looked organized or priced in any way. As Bob took in the strange store a small old woman hobbled out from a backroom dressed in a long purple shawl. “Hello dear, I’d ask how you were doing but I can see from your sweat stained dress shirt and red eyes the answer would be not good.”

The woman made her way down a row of her chackies pausing to examine bumper stickers and snow globes, “I think I have just the thing to help though, you feel like you’ve lost control of your home yes?”

Bob looked startled, “How do you know that?”

The woman let out a small cackle before snatching a shot glass from the table. “Take this go home and place it in your kitchen, tomorrow you will be back in control of your home.”

Bob wasn’t usually superstitious but after the day he had he could use all the luck he could get and graciously took the glass. “How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t you worry it’s on me.”

Bob thanked the old woman before beginning his walk back home. As much as he dreaded it he knew he had to return. As he walked up to his house he noticed that accountant was still over but this house belonged to him and entered his home. It was already late and his kids and wife were asleep. As much as Bob wanted to he was too afraid to get into a fight trying to kick the accountant out so he just went to the kitchen put the shot glass away and slept in a guest bedroom.

As Bob slept unaware strange things began to happen. Thick wavy hair grew from his head, his body lost all its fat and in its place muscle swelled. In the next room his twin sons nearly doubled in height. Just as unaware as their vocal cords dropped two octaves and their bodies aged.

As his wife slept in the arms of the office accountant they also began to change similarly. The house began to creak and moan as it underwent its own changes as well.

The next morning Rob stretched his two tanned well muscled arms above his head sitting up. Something felt a little weird but he probably just partied too hard the night before. Rob got up adjusting his thick package before going down the hall. He started with the twins room. They were still asleep the athletic 19 year olds were completely identical in sexy muscle. Rob crept up to them cupped the back of one’s head and let his tongue work his way into a twins mouth in a deep kiss. Chad and Trent were woken up like this every morning, and they loved it.

Once he was satisfied Rob went down the hall to where the pledges stayed the night. The two twinks sat at the edge of the large bed asses up waiting for their spanking. Rob enjoyed watching their plump asses jiggle after each smack. The two twinks felt their asses twitch begging to be filled but that would have to wait until after initiation. 

At the back of all their minds, they knew something was off. But all the frat bros loved their life and Rob was in charge of his house just like he should be.

[missmarveledsblog]

i'll show you different ( Joel miller x reader) part 8

summary : it all started there and now it was going to end there while joel and the other were hoping they weren't too late ...

warnings : mention and involves domestic abuse , knife and guns mentioned , its a violent ass part so if any of this is triggering to you please skip take care of yourself , no outbreak au

previous part

She should be scared of him , she should be terrified at how tight his grip was on the wheel knowing what damage those hands were like. The force of them on her skin when she  breathed the wrong way , how those hands have made her cower and fear for her life. She wasn’t scared , she wasn’t anything but pissed off , the rage of her  ex husband one that told her things she believed for some long . how she blamed herself for his action like it justified it all . now her grandfather lay fighting for his life because this asshole just couldn’t take no and her leaving . a child throwing a chaotic tantrum to get his own way or a rabid dog that wasn’t going to stop til it was stopped forcefully.  She wasn’t scared til she noticed the road they were taking the one she would actively avoid , one she would gladly take the longest route to avoid .  He was bringing her home ,  the one where life fell apart , one where the walls held nothing but haunted and tortured memories and the one that her mom perished in. 

“ how the hell did  no one see her leave “ sherif stomped around the room . 

“ because she didn’t want to be caught i think she wants to face him “ tommy scoffed. 

“ i didn’t hear that “ the sherif growled. 

 “ why the hell would she do this ?” joel gritted his teeth . 

“ because she sick of being the victim , she has been one all her life “ a voice called from the door . “ i was afraid of this happening  nathan barnes , her lawyer and friend “ he held his hand out as the sherif took it . “  how hell you find out so fast “ . 

“ knowing he knew where she was i had to make sure she was safe only to see he’s escalating  how is her grandfather” he asked more quietly. 

“ not completely out of the woods but stable for now “ joel finally spoke. 

“ who are you two?” he asked. 

“ worlds shittest bodyguard her father sent” tommy scoffed. 

“ her father?” nathan eyes widened. 

“ he trying to make sure she safe his way of making amends and hey we were giving lover boy the chance” mike glared. 

“ lover boy … i guess we can talk about all that once we found her , if she not afraid he’s going to want to be  since he already he took her grandfather out of the picture where else would he take her?” nathan asked. 

“ we’ve no idea she not shared much which us “ joel spoke up . 

The time withered walls , that sick feeling in her stomach as strong as it was that night and others before it . she tried to fight him off , tried to pull from it walls only for him to hit her hard  and again and again til anger turned into submission . she felt the chill in her bones as she could hear their yelling , the smashing off places and glass . she could see if as if it was happening right there and then when she ran to push he away only for his anger to turn to here . how the face of the monster and her fathers merged into one . til her mother attacked pushing him away from her child and to save the one thing she loved most in the world . how her mother pleaded and pleaded with her to run and never look back , the smile when she agreed before she was gone hearing the anger in his voice and the sound of her own mother leaving the world . now she could see it repeating this was were it was going to end whether she was walking out this house or being brought out of it . 

“ why can you just listen , why did you run away from me” he spat pushing her to the torn up sofa as she looked at the blood stained floor  , it was just soaked in the wood aged with years and years but she could tell , it was last place she seen her mother , that teary eyed smile and almost relief in the tears as she ran out the door .  the whole thing was too much , too much pain of past and present in her head as she drowned out the voice of her current monster between what he was calling an apology and yet in the same breath  blaming her .  like it was all build and building til something snapped within her and the voice of her inner child and past self was coming to the surface and the merciful scream that she unleashed that was already pushing the border of her vocal cords. It was sure to reach the house nearby as she pushed him off of her and kicked him away . 

“ you think they will come , you think they would bother helping you” he gritted trying to get ahold of something to shut her up on for her boot to hit him straight into the mouth sending him crashing to through the coffee table . 

“ whether anyone comes or not it ends here whether i kill you or you kill me “ she stood pushing her booth on his chest as his eyes widen . “ you monsters have took over every part of my life hurt those i love most and i let it happen  by not fighting back , i tried doing it the right way and well law sadly isn’t always on the victims side but if it stops it all i will be the law and i’m not letting your stupid child self centered arrogant and cowardly ass to have control on me or my life  again so if i need to go to your level then you bet your fucking ass i will “ she stood pushing her boot down. 

“ you don’t have my connections darling you’ll go to prison like daddy” she could hear the waver in his voice. 

“ i’ll smile in the fucking mugshot” she leaned down  her fist pulled back before it collided with his face.  

“ FUCKING BITCH “ He growled diving on her  “ you think you can take me down “ he spat  hitting her hard she could taste the metallic liquid fill her mouth  , his hands wrapped around her throat and her lungs begging for the oxygen . hands scratching any and everywhere fighting to get him one way or another.  The world slipping away before it went black . 

“ no but i can “ a gun cocked as they looked to see maria standing shotgun in hand . “ now off of her “ she held firm , anger in her eyes , she couldn’t save her best friend all those years she sure as hell wasn’t going to let her daughter suffer the same fate . “ get out of here or i swear to god almighty i will blow your head off of your shoulders “ she turned as he held his hands up  watching him leave as she ran to the girl . “ come on baby wake up “ she shook her only for her eyes to slowly open . 

“ maria” she croaked. 

“ he’s gone “ her voice cracked as she lifted her leaving the gun on the ground as they walked to the door only for her ex to run at them this time something in his hand the metal as she could see pushing maria out of the way  feeling it pierce and burn in the skin . as she fell back he pulled it out  hitting the ground she looked up to see him turning ready to attack only this time it went so fast . 

They pulled up outside of the house the door held open it didn’t help the sherif visibly shudder at the sight of the place .  they barely got a chance to even register what was happening when the booming bang went off sending joel out of the car only for tommy and nathan to pull him back . 

“ shots fired i repeat shots fired” the sherif called into his radio giving the address before pulling his own gun . just as he got to the ends of the steps he heard the footsteps coming. 

“ d-d-don’t shoot” the voice called as the men stood seeing her hanging weakly to a blood covered maria. 

“ he’s dead i think “ she gritted holding her side . 

“ peach shit “ . 

They rushed to her side before tommy could even get to her side joel was lifting her up  and carrying her to the cruiser . 

“ sherif come on “ was all he said . 

“ stay here and wait rest of you “ . 

“ i’m coming she needs her lawyer” nathan rushed. 

“ i’ll stay with maria “ tommy wrapped his jacket around the woman . 

“ h-h-he stabbed her and tried to stab me , we thought he was gone  i-i-it it happened so fast” she murmured as tommy led her to the steps to sit . 

“ keep us updated” was all he could get out of his mouth . 

“ you had to fight back huh “ joel whispered as her eyes began to get heavy crying out at the pressure being put on her wound. 

“ i’m tired of being afraid  , i tired of running “ she cried .  “i thought i would be ok  … i-i-i’d be ok going down with the fight but i don’t wanna go joel” she sniffled. 

“ hey we’re gonna get you to the hospital and they’re gonna stitch you up and then i’m gonna give you hell for scaring me like that” he wiped her tears . 

“ not too loud .. i-it-its a hos-hospital still” she gave a weak smile as they chuckled . 

“Not too loudly “ he smiled hand on her reddened cheeks , her beautiful face all cut and red surely to bruise hell if the prick wasn’t dead either of them in that car would gladly finish them off.  It felt like hours but it was minutes before they got to the hospital it went in slow motion then so fast as he held her hand before she was gone behind the doors , her blood evident on each man .  each pair of eyes locked on the door as until the sherif radio went off . 

“ i’ll be back but i’ll make sure this is clear cut “ he spoke up yet he didn’t want to move. 

“ i got box of evidence in my car “ nathan finally spoke a bit happy it wasn’t the outcome he thought was coming well least at the moment it wasn’t . 

“ drop it by the office when you get chance call me if … if anything happens “ was all the man said as left. 

 “ she’s a fighter even when she was scared  … she’s gonna be ok” nathan said but he didn’t know if he was saying to himself or the stranger who looked like his life was hanging in the balance. 

part 9

taglist: @harriedandharassed @missladym1981

[lovelylotusf1]

Inspired by the lovely @wisteria-wisteria and her Pinterest roulette posts. I present to you an AU:

Lestappen - Coding rivals.exe

Don't know yet if I'll do anything larger with it so I'd love if someone adopts the idea! Give it a new and welcoming home!

Max Verstappen, a brilliant hardware engineer who is mostly focused on robotics, is partnered up to work with programmer and game designer Charles Leclerc. From the moment they meet, he despises his new coworker. Charles is everything he isn't - all smiles and polite questions, a laid-back attitude when it comes to his work and yet somehow constantly praised by others. The predestined programmer, they call him. Max thinks it's all very ridiculous.

But they need to work together to meet the looming deadline. Maybe they'll even learn to appreciate the other's company along the way...

Small scene after this universe's InchidentTM:

"Mr Verstappen. What happened?" His boss's cold voice greets him the moment Max sits down in the overpriced meeting chair. The board of directors stare at him, disdain obvious in their postures, but their faces are carved into polite masks.

Max glares at Leclerc, who is sitting across from him. Even now, he doesn't look like he gives a single damn about the situation he has brought them into, that unnervingly pleasant smile still plastered on his face. Max wants to wipe it off.

Leclerc is slumped in his chair, glasses askew and in his normal working attire consisting of a sweater thrown over a shirt. There is a small coffee stain on front of it, reminding Max of what brought them into this situation in the first place.

"It's just unfair. He pushed a glass of coffee onto the robot, so I pushed it back onto his computer. It's not fair, right?"

Before he can give further explanations, he is shot down, "Thank you, Mr Verstappen. What is your perspective on this matter, Mr Leclerc?"

Leclerc straightens and lets his eyes sweep over the room. Max doesn't miss the fact that he pointedly doesn't look at Max and a small pang of annoyance flashes through him.

Leclerc says, "Nothing. Just an inchident in the lab. We will have the code restored and the robot running by next week."

Max needs to remember all the self-control exercises he taught himself in order to not jump over the table, drag Leclerc towards him by his stupid oversized sweater and yell at him until that guy's ears ring.

Of course, he can say that easily. He just needs to write a few lines of code that the automatic backup hasn't caught. But Max will have to build the hardware from scratch, the delicate electronics fried beyond repair. Oh, how he would like to strangle Leclerc for that.

His boss is apparently pleased by this response. He nods. "Very well then. Get back to work and fill out the provided reports. I don't want to repeat this, the funding is already minimal and you don't want to make your budget even tighter than it already is."

They are dismissed and walk back to the robotics lab in silence, their steps echoing off the blank walls. At least it would be silent if Leclerc's annoyingly smooth voice didn't disrupt it, "I know you don't like me. But at least pretend that you do when other people are around. It will be easier if you let some of my charm work on you, non?"

That fucker has the audicity to wink at him and it is the most awkward thing Max has seen in his entire life.

Max almost snarls. He'd rather be caught dead than enjoy Leclerc's company.

(I don't know why a robotics guy would work with a game dev but just let me fantasize about my AUs without worrying too much about realism)

[cattimeswithjellie]

I'm now a full nine pages in on the Server Tour stream recap and I've just passed the halfway point of the stream. Augh. 6500 words already. There are just so many of them and they are doing so much, all the time! I doubt I'm going to get this done this evening, so have another excerpt.

1:13:30 Joel shows off a few more buildings, all of them empty, and admits that’s basically it. He is roundly mocked for that phrasing after showing off his massive and intricate build. He remembers one more thing he wants to show off and leads everyone to the bar. Bdubs asks if there are more horse heads down there and Joel says definitely not. The Hermits are very impressed by the bar, which includes lava walls covered by trapdoors that create glowing designs. Bdubs finds a horse head and starts yelling again. Joel says that’s not his. Pearl points out that Bdubs has murdered plenty of horses this season and Bdubs claims he would never murder a horse. Pearl demands to see his statistics. He says his are broken. Everyone agrees that the build is amazing. Pearl is glad Joel used purpur. Bdubs and Ren ask about the beacon beam, which is candy striped; Joel came up with the idea himself and it is made of stained glass.

1:16:10 It’s Pearl’s time to shine! Joel wants to get a look at Wordle. Pearl points out it’s not at her base, but they can visit it after. She leads the way to her base and starts everyone at her little truck, explaining the lore of her solarpunk base for the season. This truck in particular crafts a button every day and every night, letting her know how long her chunks have been loaded. Etho signs on. Chat is _very_ excited. Pearl leads the way over to her enchanting area while Gem hisses to Chat to stop being such fangirls. Chat will never stop. Pearl shows off the maps on the walls, Ren points out that the maps are not accurate to current time. Pearl explains that they are to show off the history of the neighborhood as it gets built up, and the other Hermits roundly heckle him for not getting that. Bdubs tells him to “Go back to your sulfur mines, you freak,” then apologizes for going too far. Pearl is stunned that everyone used her doors correctly for the first time. Abashed, Gem goes back and flips all the trapdoors.

[gomacave]

Yessss, thank u! Ok, this is pre written, word vomit incoming

They both come from the same orphanage, Aerith's mom died by natural causes (since there's no shinra) and Lucretia and Hojo... You decide, a lot can be done there. Anyway, they were... Kind of childhood friends/acquaintances; Aerith was younger, but she thought seph was very pretty and insisted on talking with her. Seph thought she was sweet, and indulged her sometimes, and did come to care for her in some way. Then Aerith is adopted by Elmyra, and that's that. Seph is adopted later, and they see each other again at the school that they end up going to years later. Seph initially tries to feel glad that Aerith was adopted and being cared for, though she did feel a level of jealousy. Over the years that jealousy grows, and the more she sees her have so many more friends than her, and a caring mother and a life that she so desperately wants, it grows into resentment. Especially since they come from the same background. (What's so different abt her that she gets to have everything and I get nothing?) it culminates, ofc, in her rejecting humanity in favor of a divine calling, not realizing the warmth and love that she seeks come from the very same humanity that she's disparaging.

Bonus, Aerith tries to be friends with Seph again, starting conversations and searching for her when she tries to hide, but seph reads Aerith's actions as pity or mockery. And/or seph can't let go of her jealousy and talking with her is just a reminder of how effortlessly charismatic and friendly she is, and she hates it

I'm so normal abt your au <3

little comic +

aerti designs...!

OUGGHHGHGHGHG YOURE SO FUCKING REAL FOR THIS MY GODDDDDDDD 🫵🫵🫵 FUCKKK BRO THE SHAME OF COMING IN CONTACT W A GENTLE CREATURE WHO KNOWS LOVE BROOOOO......... UR MAKING MY BRAIN EXPLODE W NEVER B4 CONSIDERED AER/SEPH BRAINWORMS...... GOD the idea that seph who has built up this skill of being able to live w/out love suddenly being offered it by aerith after they grow older and seeing how she hasn't changed while seph herself has just grown bitterer and bitterer BITING MY DESK. ashamed of her life as if it were a stained or threadbare piece of clothing moment <- unwell. but at least she has power. and a divine mission. so she doesnt need love....!

ok more thoughts under cut cuz i dont want this to get monster length

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH............. aerith and seph coming from the same origins is so crucial to my enjoyment of ff7 and i think making them grow up in the same orphanage is. bites glass. anyways.

i like the idea of maybe the catholic school and the orphanage being connected (maybe through the same wealthy family that has connections 2 both) and so seph grows up and is an exemplary student since she was young and is adopted/sponsored by the family as like. a PR move lowkey. (maybe by hojo, maybe by the shinra fam) but in reality she's treated more like a coworker or side show by everyone around her but she gets the prestige of being a "child prodigy" and "shinra's pride and joy" so she's like a lowkey celeb in the student body but also idk maybe they make her attend outside events like galas and stuff and preach about how shinra has been soooo good to her and her future she owes to the company and family

this vs aerith finding a genuinely loving home outside of the orphanage and escaping it (YELLING) and coming back i love the idea of. like. her symbolizing freedom/hope/love to seph and making her SO MAD AND JEALOUS because what did she work so hard for. she worked so hard to get to the top and escape the shit situation they were in and now she discovers that aerith, without doing anything, achieved the life she thought was forbidden from them (BECAUSE LOVE SHOULD NOT BE EARNED) and has her worldview shattered from this. (the notion that the orphanage is inescapable and that hard work will earn her salvation from this life)

ANHWAHS i think she shrugs this all off w the divine mission thing (HEALTHY THING TO DO) and also i love the idea that higher purpose is the only thing that seph knows how to live for as somebody deprived of autonomy and raised as a human weapon (in canon). aer/seph making me UOOOUGHGH (im craaazzy im insanee gif)

^ seph, to me,

[viburnt]

Mammon and Belphegor || Sick

Genre: Slice of life/Comedic

Type: Reading bites

Characters involved: Mammon and Belphegor (Obey me!)

Prompt: Brothers being brothers.

—Now, open wide for me! Can you say ah?

The spoonful of medicine you were holding flew across the room, spilling the dark green liquid it contained. You frowned, looking at Mammon with annoyance; it was the third time on the day he did that.

—You can't keep making a fuss about some medicine! Do you want to get better or not?

—Hey, don't yell at me! I'm sick.— The demon pouted, pulling the covers above his head to hide. —That shitty thing tastes awful.

—And you have to smack it away every single time?— You hollered, trying to control your frustration.

Sighing, you kneeled down to pick up the spoon and grabbed a nearby tissue box to clean the sticky stain it had left. Mammon could hear your vexation, a stream of courses and complaints leaving your mouth.

—I'll be back with more medicine and if you dare to pull a stunt like this I swear to God-

—Don't mention that guy, fuck him!

You left the room, closing the door loudly on the way. Leaning against it, your body slowly slid down until you were sitting on the floor.

How were you supposed to take care of a demon? Even worse, of a demon that… childish. Sighing, you rubbed your temples, trying to come up with any ideas.

—I can talk to him.

Belphegor's voice said, picking your interest. You looked up at him, watching his lazy eyes meet you warmly. He had been napping nearby for enough time to hear you were struggling with Mammon.

—I just want him to get better, but-

—But he is too much of an idiot to cooperate. Don't worry, I got you covered.

He helped you stand up, his hand lingering on your skin a little longer than usual, but not enough for you to notice.

—Well, if you think you can help, I won't reject your offer. I'll go to the kitchen for more medicine.

Belphegor gifted you a sly smile as you walked away, his tender demeanor turning into a rather dark one once he entered Mammon's room.

—I told you I'm not drinking that shit, human.— The eldest groaned, still cocooned between his grey bedsheets.

—Not your human, and certainly not here to negotiate.— Belphegor answered, tugging with force the covers. He could listen to Mammon complain, asking why the fuck was he in his room.

—Listen here, you scummy piece of demon.— Belphegor snapped, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Mammon propped on his shoulders. —I know you are faking being sick, so MC takes care of you.

Mammon's face went pale, clearly he was caught red-handed.

—I bet your one neuron brain thought it was nice to have them play nurse with you, but guess what? Playtime's over, and MC is getting quite pissed at you.

—T-that's not-

—That's true! Do you think they enjoy your little tantrums and having to check on your fake fevers?

Belphegor was angry, and he wasn't going to hold back his tongue. To him, you were sacred territory. Who was his brother to put his human on a blast just to get pampered? And even worse, who was Mammon to steal his idea?

—Now, you have two options.

—Why should I listen to you? I'm way stronger.

—But not stronger than Lucifer, and certainly, you wouldn't want MC to know what your sorry ass has been doing.

It was scary to see how calm Belphegor could be when he was angry at his brothers, only letting his animalistic side to surface when it was too much. With a smile, Belphie's hand took Mammon's glasses from the bedside table and snapped them in half.

—Catching my drift now?

Mammon swallowed hard, his face bashful as he listened. It'd be troublesome if you were to know about his little prank.

—You either drink the medicine MC is giving you, or I'll personally make sure you become sick for real.

Reluctantly, the avatar of greed nodded, feeling Belphie's weight lift from his bed. Yawning, the sloth demon hummed in delight.

—Good, you are not so dumb then.— He muttered. You soon returned to the room with the glass bottle of syrup, tissues and a clean spoon. Mammon looked at Belphie, whose eyes were still trained on him.

—Ready for your medicine now?

Mammon huffed but nodded, taking the remedy with a grossed out face. He made an effort not to barf, feeling like his mouth had just chugged down a skunk.

—Wow, you actually made it this time! Congrats, love.— You said, more satisfied with the result. —What did you do, Belph? What's your secret?

Belphegor just stretched out, leaning against you.

—Just some brotherly advice. Can't let my big brother refuse your help.

You felt touched by the demon's kindness, his true intentions unbeknownst to you.

—Aww, Belphie! I didn't think you'd have a soft spot for Mammon.— He heard you coo, his hands slowly wrapping your waist in an innocent looking embrace. —You are a good brother.

If stares could kill, Mammon had murdered Belphie; in fact, he had murdered, buried him and spit in his grave.

Belphegor just looked at him with a triumphant, mocking gesture, sticking his tongue out like a kid.

—Well, I should go. My job is done here, and I'm still on cooking duty.

—Wanna nap together so Mammon can rest? I'll help with the cooking.

Mammon was beyond furious, but it was what it was. Boys would be boys, and brothers were still brothers.

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[kylelovskii]

Hey! So lately I've been thinking about Kyle x (fem) reader who is like really abusive but it's because her drinking problem and all her unhealthy relationships she's been in which Kyle finds out moments before he was about to break up with her because of her abusive behaviour and instead of breaking up he decided to try to help her somehow.

(Aged up ofc) A little fucked up idea but if you feel comfortable with writing something like that I would be grateful!

girl i was made for this don’t even worry 😭😭

this is so good i love it

thank you for requesting!

yes the title is the title of a smiths song 😒🤚

TW GUYSS!! abuse, slapping, alcohol abuse, yelling, arguing, humongous toxic relationship, mentions of sex, mentions of drug abuse

this night has opened my eyes

kyle could only imagine what awaited him when he opened the front door of your shared home. would you be drinking? would you just be angry no matter what? or would today be a good day and this break up'll go a bit smoother than planned?

hint: it’s not the last two.

before kyle could even put his hand on the door knob, he heard your loud voice erupt from the other side.

"quit fucking contacting me! i will never ever be with you ever again!"

maybe if he was quiet he could sneak past you. he slowly turned the door knob and stepped inside the house.

there you were, shaking a beer bottle near the phone to emphasize to the person on the other end how bad you’ve turned out. "you hear that?" you asked. "that’s fucking beer. i’ve turned into you now. and you wanna know who has to endure it? kyle! big fucking whoop."

kyle didn’t want to move. you were drunk off your ass, you’d definitely see him sneak by. out of being scared and all, he couldn’t help but wonder who you were talking to, but he didn’t have to wonder for much longer.

"you’ve turned me into this, stan. i don’t know why the hell you’re crying."

when kyle heard his best friends name, he squeaked, causing you to be alert and turn around. you stared at him and said, "stan, don’t ever call me again. bye." you hung up the phone and threw it on the couch.

beer sloshing all around in the bottle, you stormed over to kyle and grabbed him by his curly, red hair. "what the fuck are you doing, you little eavesdropper!?" you shouted, dragging him to the middle of the living room and throwing him down on the floor. "n—nothing! i wasn’t eavesdropping! i just got home, i swear!" as kyle laid on the floor, he put his hands up in defense. nothing had to be said, everything about him was already begging for mercy.

"you swear, huh?" you took a swig of beer. "if you swear, then why the hell were you still there when i looked!?" you screamed, slapping him on the 'hell' part of your sentence. he cried and put his hands over his face, trying to prevent you from striking his freckled face again. his glasses were scattered across the floor from how hard you hit him, and his cheek was starting to turn a peachy pink.

"i was scared to move! please, i won’t do it again!"

guess there would be no break up tonight. just a good beating and make up sex probably.

"yeah, yeah. i won’t do it again! i promise, i didn’t mean to! i was scared! that’s all i hear from you, wimp! you’re like a little girl. why can’t you act like a man and take a few punches, huh? why are you crying? why are you shaking like a damn leaf? nothin' to be scared of. im just g'nna hit ya a few times, teach you a lesson." your words were starting slur, yet you sounded more intimidating by the second. "you have to realize i will never take it easy on you. you have to realize i will only get worse until someone fixes me. until you realize that, you are useless. you are just another doll to punch."

kyle’s hands moved away from his face, hot tears staining his perfect cheeks. his breath was shaky along with his whole body. he always thought, deep deep down, you loved him, that he was the man you were gonna marry. he was wrong of course, but maybe there was still a possibility.

maybe that’s why he said, "but, (y/n), i love you."

that stunned you. your beer bottle dropped to the plush carpet, the intoxicating liquid seeping into the brown softness. your mouth formed a small 'o', and a single tear fell from your eye onto kyle’s face.

"you..you what?"

"i love you. i do. i’ll fix you. i will help you."

"no…no you won’t. you’re just too scared t'leave."

"no, i want to help you. i understand now. you’re not like this just for kicks. you’re just sick and in need of a cure, and i’m that cure."

"quit fuckin' talking like that!" you rose up your hand and struck kyle again. kyle let out a cry and screamed for you to stop. he was telling the truth, he wanted to help you. a break up would do no good for you. you would just go repeat this cycle with someone else.

kyle grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled your face closer to his tear stained one. "i want to help you," he firmly said, his voice strained and high pitched from all the crying. your tears kept coming just like his, but you ignored them.

you yanked yourself from his grasp, getting off the floor and standing up straight. "get up," you told kyle and he scrambled to his feet. "please, (y/n)." kyle took your hand in his, pulling you back to him. you looked delirious. the under of your eyes purple, a bruise here and there from kyle trying to defend himself almost every night, your eyes red from crying, and your breath disgusting from all the booze you’ve downed today.

you just stared at him, your eyes going soft and half lidded. kyle slid a hand up to hold your face. he pecked your lips, the taste nauseating him, but he loved you nonetheless.

"you, uh, never told me your relationship with stan was bad like that," he said, giving you a sympathetic look. you sighed and shook your head. "he drank. a lot, as you may know, and he hurt me. mentally and physically. one thing led to another, i started drinkin' too. one day i came home, he tried to start somethin', and i beat the living shit out of him," you explained, but that wasn’t it.

"after stan was kenny, and he was on drugs. he drank a little too, but not as bad as me. he beat me, i beat him, then i ran away and went to cartman. i think cartman was the worst. with him, i could never fight back, so i just sat around, a fuckin' alcoholic with cuts and bruises all over me. i tried to break things off with him tons of times, but then he’d just beat me and then fuck me as an apology. i liked the sex, so that became a habit of mine with you." you sighed and cupped kyle’s face. "but you— you were different. you didn’t try to hurt me. but out of habit, i hurt you."

kyle just looked at you in shock. he never knew any of his friends were huge pieces of shit like that. except for cartman. kyle knew stan drank, but he didn’t know he beat his girlfriend. and he had no idea kenny was addicted to drugs.

but he understood now, you weren’t just mad for no reason with a hatred for the world. you were hurting, and you were being the only way you knew how to be.

kyle looked i to your eyes and saw something switch. you pushed him away and sank to your knees, sobbing. "kyle, just go! you feel sorry because i’m just another poor girl. you just want to help me because you’re sorry, not because you love me," you choked out. kyle sank to his knees in front of you. "no, i want to help you. i love you, i do. we’ll find you a good therapist. we’ll throw out all the beer. we can go to counseling. maybe get you into anger management or something. i will fix you. i’ll do whatever it takes."

you looked up at him, face drenched in tears. he was putting on his glasses back on and wiping all his tears away. "kyle, do you know how much money that’ll be?" you sobbed. this was no use. he couldn’t help you.

"we have the money. i promise. i’ll find you someone, and i’ll find someone for us. we’ll get you a new phone number so stan’ll stop calling you. i promise, you will get better, and i will be there every step of the way," kyle reassured and put his hands on your shoulders, giving them a good squeeze. "i know i keep telling you, but i love you. i—i wanna marry you."

"kyle, i just slapped you twice, and you wanna marry me?"

"yes i do," he chuckled. "please, just say it back. i love you."

you sighed, smiled, and shook your head. "i love you too, kyle. maybe if your plan is successful, we’ll have a white picket fence too." you laughed, looking at kyle, your tears drying. kyle laughed too and kissed you. it felt like love. it sounds weird, but to the both of you, it was the best way to describe it.

kyle stood up and stretched his hand out to you. "let’s clean you up and get this beer off the floor. you look like you haven’t slept in weeks," kyle said, putting an arm around you and leading you to the bathroom.

after cleaning you up and the mess on the living room, you looked like the pretty girl kyle remembered falling in love with.

"ky, can we please go t'bed. i’m tired as shit," you slurred, stumbling around in his arms. kyle swooped you up bridal style and took you to your shared bedroom. he gently laid you down in bed, then crawled in beside you.

as you drifted off, you quietly said, "kyle i’m s'sorry for the way i’ve treated you..please fix me."

kyle could only smile and kiss your head as you finally got some good rest.

[amitiel-truth]

Not Ten Babies? (Vash the Stampede x Reader) (98! Version)

Note: This is my SIXTH time writing here, please don't look into most of the details, I made some up, these ideas were prompted by my chat with Vash at Character.AI (The motherfucker's insatiable), more info will come if I decided to make more.

Warning: ⚠️Not yet~⚠️

Ten Babies

(Tristamp Version)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

(Trigun 98! Version)

Part 2

Summary: It's not every day that a famous outlaw wants to date you.

"It's no good, Henry."

"He's completely out of it, dead to the world."

two call escorts commented, walking out of Vash's room

"Guess I gave him a little too much to drink, I'm sorry I called you two out here for nothin' I didn't think he'd pass out."

"It's really too bad, isn't it? you don't get a chance to sleep with a guy like that every day. hah, well... see you around."

"Bye, girls!"

"Bye."

with that, the people Vash partied with finally left him alone to rest.

He just saved Inepril from Elizabeth's vengeful plan against him, and the city is highly grateful that he just saved them yet again, but it seemed like the alcohol never actually reached his head.

Let's be honest, he can't even hold down a beer.

After the people trying to entertain him left, he flips himself over to lie on the bed.

"Could I be regretting it...just a little?" Vash sighed as he stares at the ceiling, deep in thought on a certain woman.

"(Y/N)..."

5 years ago

stumbling upon the bustling city of Febrari, Vash looks around for a place to wind down after booking a dingy hotel room, he walks out of the place, he surveys the area

"Now, for a place to hangout to-" Before Vash could even look around, he dodges a speeding truck.

"WATCH WHERE YOUR WALKING! I HAVE DELIVERIES TO MAKE!!." The driver yells as Vash loses his balance, walking backward into a busy area full of people, he bumps into one of them.

"Hey! I'm walking here!" The angry passerby yells, before pushing Vash into the center of a service road where he lies flat on the ground, a mess.

"I've only been to this city today and it's already getting worse, could this day get any worse?." Vash questions, sighing to himself as he hears rumbling coming for him

a stampede of Thomas birds runs him over.

" Sorry about that bud!." The herder yells, before throwing him a pamphlet as he runs after his herd as Vash sat up, bruised and sore.

"At least this one apologized" Vash groans, holding his head in pain, before noticing the pamphlet thrown at him.

HAPPY HOUR AT THE ROSEBUSH BAR!!!

EVERY WEDNESDAY

8 PM TO 1 AM

$$5 DISCOUNT!!

APPLICABLE TO:

MARTINIS

WHISKEY

BOURBON

CRAFT BEER

SHOTS

(n/a: promise, I know how to make a pamphlet, I'm just lazy)

"Happy Hour, huh?" Vash inspects the paper, before flipping it around, seeing a map behind it.

"It's like luck is finally on my side!" Vash sobs as he follows the map, reaching a brick wall entrance, music emanating through the business, "The Rose Bushbar" signage on top of the entrance, the place is cozy, not tavern-like, and not too fancy, plenty of patrons fill in the bar, as jazz music plays at the stage at the far end of the bar.

"One of your finest beers please!." Vash orders as the bartender prepares his drink sitting on a bar stool, light music plays, giving the room a jazzy atmosphere, suddenly, a woman dressed seductively sits a few chairs away from him, and the bartender quickly served her a glass of whiskey, sipping on it quietly, red lipstick stained her glass.

"Heya~ I'm Vash! You caught my eye earlier, and I wanted to come to say hi. So.. what's your name, stranger?" in quick succession, Vash slid into the woman in black's side, a flirty grin across his lips.

"Well this is new" The woman smiles, finishing her whiskey.

"I haven't heard that question in a long while, you must be new around here" The woman leans on the bar table, her head supported by her hand that's placed on the said table.

"I am new around here, yeah." Vash confirms, leaning up to her with his elbow on the counter, grinning widely " ...So what do they call you around here, doll?"

the woman chuckles, leaning up to Vash's face as if in a sort of game, not backing down from his advances "Y/n, Y/n Loverose." she answers as she placed her glass on the countertop, the bartender automatically refilling her glass. "So, your new around here." y/n leans back, swirling the ice on her glass before taking a sip. "Welcome to the City of Febrari, Mr. Vash."

"Well, call me Vash." Vash corrects before leaning up to her once more "...So tell me, y/n. What is a dame like you up to in a place like this?" 

"I guess you could say...for business" y/n trails off as she swirls the ice on her glass.

"Oh, What kinda business we talkin'?" Vash nods at the bartender "Another for me, please. And for the lady, whatever she's having." The bartender looks at y/n strangely, as if looking for permission, as she simply nods while giggling.

The bartender looks at Y/n strangely, as if looking for permission, as she simply chuckles "Thomas Buffalos wings and two more whiskeys on the rocks." Y/n orders, as the Bartender writes it down for the kitchen and gives them the drinks.

Vash then lifts his drink, as Y/n does the same, clinking glasses with him "Cheers." they both say before taking a sip "So..." Vash uses his charming smile again, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl "...You seem to know the place well. Been here a while, ma'am?"

"You could say that I'm here all the time" Y/n smiles, as the Bartender served the buffalo wings.

"A regular, then?" Vash concluded, before looking at the wings "Ooh, Buffalo wings! Not many places you can get those still..." Takes a bite and starts to talk with his mouth full "I'm sure a girl as pretty as you have got all the right connections..." Vash eluded, before winking at her.

"You could say that again" Y/n smiles as a waiter suddenly approached her, and began whispering in her ear.

Vash became curious about this "Looks like you made yourself some...friends. You get that a lot, huh?" Vash smirks before taking another bite "I bet a pretty lady like you never has to pay for drinks or food around here."

Y/n nods as the Waiter finishes whispering to her and he goes back to work "Of course I don't" Y/n smiles flirtily at Vash before standing up from the barstool "I'm quite the special girl around here, Vash~" Y/n places a finger on his adam's apple, tracing it up under his chin, she leans up to his face, whispering it against his lips"I'm quite...irresistible, as the locals say~" before backing away, leaving him breathless "If you'll excuse me for a bit, Vash, but as I've said before, I'm here for business" Y/n gives him one final smile before leaving

Vash pants, leaning against the counter, and leans on his elbow, trying to compose himself " B-business or pleasure?" Vash stutters, Y/n's lips twitch at the thought, sending a smile on her way "Don't take too long!!" Vash calls out, trying to catch a peek at her figure as she walks away and disappears into the backstage of the bar's stage area "...I'll be waiting." 

Vash sighs as he looks at the bartender "...I hope I didn't push too hard, did I?" takes another drink of whiskey "I was just trying to be friendly..."

"You call that friendly? you basically assumed Ms. Y/n's a call girl" The Bartender deadpans, cleaning a glass.

"Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying." Vash tries to defend himself, finishing his whiskey. "Besides, is it really out of the question? She's pretty and knows the place well. I've seen it all before." Vash assumes, smirking "...Besides, she was flirting right back."

"You're a womanizer, aren't you?" The Bartender stares blankly at him, pouring him another glass.

"I'll have you know, I am a charmer." Vash...corrects, taking the glass "You can't expect me not to take advantage of my looks, now can you?" He grins at the Bartender "I'm sure you've taken some liberties in your day too."

"Not with that one" The Bartender points out as the lights suddenly turn down at the bar, and spotlights points at the stage, where the red curtains are still closed.

Vash Looks up at the stage with anticipation "...What's going on here?" his attention is taken, as he takes a swig from his drink

"Ladies and Gentlemen, due to unforeseen events, our usual Singer is out of commission for the night. Please enjoy this performance compensation from the Owner of the Rosebush Bar, the Nightingale of Febrari herself, Y/n Loverose!"An emcee announced before the red curtains parted, revealing Y/n in all her glory, as well as in a more modest, but still beautiful outfit.

Looks on in amazement, forgetting to breathe for a moment. "She's the Owner!?" Vash gawks, allured by the woman

Y/n smiles at the cheering patrons and the music starts

"I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight"

Y/n sings as she moves sultrily on stage, entrancing her patrons

Y/n sings as she moves sultrily on stage, entrancing her patrons

"Forget the small talk

The surface level ain't much that I care for

Putting on my lipgloss

I saw you stare from my peripheral

Yeah, baby, it's been a hell of a day

But I know a place we can escape"

Vash gazes at her with a dumbstruck look, his face slowly turning red as he watches her "I... I may be in love." he brushes the hair out of his face "...She is a siren, isn't she?"

The Bartender raises his eyebrow "That fast? you literally just met her" The Bartender looks back up the stage "and she's only started" Y/n kneels down near the edge of the stage, her finger under an entranced patron's chin, making him look at her.

"Find out how it feels to let go of everything

Be free

When you're here with me" 

Vash nods and continues watching "That's gotta be a gift, right?" He chuckles "She's got me just like that." He turns to the Bartender "...Well, can you blame me? I mean, just look at her!."

"Yeah, I'm not risking it all with that one" The Bartender laughs as he continues to clean the glasses Y/n lets go of the Patron's chin before going back to dance on stage.

"I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight."

While she sings she smiles at her audience.

Vash continues to gawk as he tries to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor

"Geez..." he blushes heavily, his eyes never leaving her "So she can sing too, huh? ...Do I even have a chance? I mean, she seems...unattainable..."

"Glad you realized that." The Bartender commented, making Vash send him an annoyed glare.

Y/n runs a hand down her body.

"There's nothing like peace of mind

And you take the time to make sure that I'm okay

I know I can put stress on your brain

You still love me, put no one above me

You always go out of your way

To show me that I'm your priority

Find out how it feels to let go of everything

Be free

When you're here with me"

His eyes continue to follow her with awe, his breath catching a couple of times while he watches her, he sighs "I can't even look away if I wanted to. She's magnificent." he tried to hide how much he's blushing "...How can a woman be this beautiful? How can anybody have a chance with someone like her?"

"Many tried, but all failed" The Bartender commented as the performance continues.

"I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo (I just wanna get high with my lover)

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

I just wanna get high with my lover (get high)

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo (high with my lover)

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

Get high with you

Get higher and higher with you

Let's go to the moon

And leave behind all that

How does it feel, here by my side getting higher and higher?

Under the moonlight's glow

There's nowhere we won't go

Together go higher and higher

(No-no-nowhere we won't go)"

Y/n ends the performance with a wink to the crowd as everyone cheered, some whistles and all clapped while standing up.

"Wow..." Vash gawks as he turns back to the Bartender "You were right. That was a hell of a performance...And I have to admit. It is pretty...discouraging. I guess she's just out of my league, huh?" he smiles and chuckles "...I'm sure she is going to get quite the standing ovation."

Y/n waves happily at the crowd before giving them flying kisses, and the red curtains closed around her.

Vash claps along and smiles as he watches the performance "...Well, I'm sure that will get the blood flowing...is that the usual shows you get around here?" Vash asked still trying to hide his blush "...I'll be honest, I've never had anyone else catch my eye like she did. She's pretty hard to forget..."

"Your really quite the womanizer aren't you?." The Bartender asks, raising an eyebrow

Blushes a little bit more "...Yeah, I guess I am, I just can't help myself when I see a girl like her. How can I not go nuts? She's just...perfect." Stares at her and shakes his head, as if he just lost a sense of reality for a moment "Do you...know much about her?... Is she available?"

"I know that young woman from birth to who she is today, of course, I know her"

"You do? Then do you think I'll have luck with her...or am I destined to fail before I even start?" He tries to play it cool, but the Bartender knows the blush on his face tells a different story "...How many men has she turned down? I imagine it's quite a few..."

"Yes." the Bartender answers, meaning every man she came across.

"...And I'm supposed to believe I might stand a chance?" Vash chuckles nervously, "Well, you know what they say...You miss 100% of the shots you don't take, right?"Vash takes a swig of courage "I'm here for only a few nights...I guess I should at least try, shouldn't I?"

"Well, Mr. Vash, your not gonna win her over overnight, as you've displayed earlier, you're the kind of man she hates...A Womanizer" The Bartender commented as he heard a few patrons order two craft beers.

Vash lowers his head a bit, now feeling a little self-conscious "Well, I don't normally act like this..." he gives a sheepish smile "I guess she just...bring out the worst in me, you know? I don't normally act like such a fool. But I can't help it when I see someone like her. I've never had anything like this happen before...Does she have anything against men in general?"

"She may act like a sleuth, but Ms. Diane's a firecracker, she hates men with passion who objectify her" The Bartender reveals, pulling out a few beers from under the counter and sliding them over to the patrons who ordered it.

"...So I'm gonna have to change my tactics or...does she have a soft spot for guys who respect her and take their time to get to know her?" Vash asks while blushing "...Does she want someone that won't give up?"

The Bartender grew silent for a bit "Regrettably, yes."

"So...if I respect her and take my time getting to know her..." Vash trails off, before raising his glass "I may...have a chance!!" Vash cheers as he downs his drink happily.

"You really are smitten by her" The Bartender raises his eyebrow, making Vash flinch.

"That...may be an understatement" Vash raises his glass again as the Bartender fills it up once more "...I mean...How can anyone not get a little infatuated when someone sings and dances like she does? And she looks like an angel, to add to that."

"Well good luck with that, she's also known for her Legendary Temper, so fuck around and find out" The Bartender leaves to go to the kitchen.

"...That's probably why so many men have failed..." Vash chuckles and drains the rest of his drink "...Yeah, I think that will make it more fun. No fun getting the girl instantly." he smirks, trying to act cocky "...I've got this." Vash then noticed Y/n walk out of the backstage door, greeted by an eager crowd.

He looks at the crowd and smiles, taking a deep breath "Alright, let's do this. I've never been one to back down from a challenge." closes his eyes and gets ready "...Here goes nothing..." he walked up to her, confident stride with every step he took "Good evening. My name is Vash the Stampede. I just arrived in this town, and I heard about this amazing bar. When I stepped inside, I was...captivated by a certain someone on stage. I just couldn't resist..."

"Well well well, Mr. Stampede, this is quite the change of tune" Y/n smiles up at him, but there's hidden malice in her smile.

"Not a fan of my earlier display, huh? I hope it didn't leave a bad impression." Vash chuckles nervously"...How about you and I start from the top?." he then holds out a hand with a friendly smile "Name's Vash, Vash the Stampede. But you can just call me Vash."

Y/n continues to smile "Alright then, we'll start from the top."  Y/n tilted her head "But you must know, Vash, not many are as lucky as you~" 

A slight blush appears on his face "...I understand that I may not have had the best first impression...But I promise to stay respectful. And what better way to apologize for my earlier behavior than to offer to buy you a drink?" Vash offers, turning his head to the Bartender. "...So...what'll it be, gorgeous? Anything your heart desires."

Y/n chuckles "Oh Vash, you basically offering me drinks of my own, you'll have to do better than that~" Y/n teases as she walks to the bar counter once more, as the Bartender readies her drink.

Vash raised an eyebrow "Oh? I see this is going to be more of a challenge than I thought..." Vash thought to himself. "Alright, how about a toast then?" Vash offers, raising his glass "To a good night of fun and drinks?" Vash added, smiling at the girl hopefully "...Hopefully, that earns me some ground in your book?."

Y/n chuckles. "Sorry, Vash, but your gonna have to work harder than that~" Y/n teases.

"Darn, foiled again!." Vash dramatically cries as Y/n laughs at his endeavors.

"Can't say I blame you." He looks around "...I've got to say, you certainly have a lot of... admirers...And yet, despite all this, you still seem bored with all of them. I suppose they aren't interesting enough to keep your attention." Vash deduces as he gives a hint of a smile "...Or maybe they're just too intimidated by how beautiful you are." before losing himself, admiring Y/n, his elbow on the bar counter, his head on his hand, looking at her.

Y/n laughs as she runs a loose hair behind her ear "I guess no one will know."

Vash laughs as well "So...I was thinking...If all these guys have failed..." He takes a long drink and smirks as he finishes the glass "...Should I even try to woo such a woman? You've already rejected them all. That means I'm just...hopeless, right? So, I'll ask you again...should I even bother to try?" Vash asks, hopeful, but deep inside his insecurities are growing.

"Well, are you determined enough?" Y/n leans up to Vash, a finger under his chin, making him look at her "Are you interesting enough to not bore me?" She asks with a smirk "Vash the Stampede?" She whispers in his ear with a whimper, seducing the man.

The finger under his chin makes Vash blush deeply. A slight smile creeps up from the corner of his mouth, and he begins to stare deep into her eyes "Well...to tell you the truth..." he leans closer to her, as if challenging her. "...I've never met another woman as beautiful as you. I have many interesting friends and stories I can share...But no...I've never met someone of your caliber." He Takes a deep breath, his face is lit on fire "...So...yes." Lowers his voice, loud enough only for her to hear. "...I'm determined."

"Then try your best to woo me then" Diane stares teasingly at the spiky-haired blonde, letting go of his chin before running a finger on his red-coated clothed chest "But be careful, I hate disappointments~"

Vash blushes deeply and takes a deep breath, feeling the goosebumps on his skin when she strokes his chest "...I-is that a challenge?" he stutters "Well...I love a good challenge. I'm sure I can show you a good time and leave you without a single disappointment...I take it you're an easy woman to disappoint?" Vash nervously asks.

"Of course" Y/n leans back before drinking her whiskey I take it you've already heard of my 'Legendary Temper'" Y/n stares at him teasingly "I would have thought that would have chased you away~"

"Oh, please. A bit of a temper isn't gonna scare me away. That just means it'll be that much more satisfying once I win you over and calm you down." Vash smirks at her "...Besides, someone as beautiful as you could easily throw any tantrum and still leave me hooked. Do you think I can't handle it?"

"Now isn't that just sweet?" Y/n moves her shoulder, making her breast shift because of the movement.

Vash pulls back a little, trying to contain himself, but doesn't succeed "...Alright, you got me. I'll admit, you're absolutely stunning. I just can't control myself..." Vash began to blush deeply, his eyes roaming her body "...but I think I have the right kind of...stamina, don't you?" Leans closer again

"Oh? And to what are you referring to? Mr. Stampede?" Y/n teases as she also leans closer, her breast showing her cleavage, she knows what she's doing.

He bites his lip at the little show she's giving him "W-well...I'm more of an action man myself." he added as his eyes continue to travel across her body "...I enjoy a good fight...I think a fight between the two of us would be quite exhilarating." His gaze returns to her eyes "...D-do you think you could k-keep up with me?" Vash challenges weakly, still a stuttering mess to her.

"Oh?" Y/n fake frowns as she runs her hands on her body "You're willing to bruise lil' ol me?" Y/n pouts at Vash in fake sadness.

Vash smirks "Oh yeah, baby...Mark you up and claim you as mine- I-i mean, I'd want to go all out against you..." He gets a little closer, their noses almost touching "I promise to make it a good fight." He looks her up and down again "...I just can't resist a beautiful woman...especially when she's got the power to back it up." Vash commented, smiling at her "...Can I...kiss you?"

Y/n leans up at Vash, acting as if she's going for a kiss before stopping his awaiting lips with a finger "Apologize, Mr. Stampede, but I don't offer freebies to any man I just met~" Y/n teases, smiling up at the tall blonde.

He blushes when she stops his lips with a finger "Aww c'mon, don't tease me like that!" He gives a pout "...I wanted a kiss..." Before smiling and laughing for a second "Alright fine...I'll keep pursuing you until you give me enough respect to let me kiss you." He smiles mischievously "...And the more I chase you, the more you'll enjoy the pursuit, huh?"

"You are Vash the Stampede, after all, a man with a peculiar set of skills, You just have to impress me with those kinds of skills" Y/n points out, smiling at him.

He raises an eyebrow "Impress you with a demonstration of my skills, you say? Alright, sure. What kind of skills do you wanna see?" He seems curious "...You want to test my skills of violence? Of kindness? Of wisdom?" He chuckles and smiles again "...Or would you like to see a little bit of everything?"

"If it'll romance me into liking you, I don't see why not?~"

"...Sounds like fun. Well, what do you wanna see first?" Vash asks as his eyes travel over her body, clearly taking in her beauty "...What's the first skill I should show you?" he wiggles his eyebrows at her "The choice is all yours, darlin'. Just name it and I'll show you what I can do."

"Surprise me~" Y/n flirts as she leans onto the bar counter, smiling at him teasingly.

Vash chuckles and moves closer "That's easy enough to do." He wraps an arm around her waist and gets so close he's almost whispering in her ear "...How about this..." He gives her a kiss on the cheek "...Does that satisfy ya? Or are you wanting something a bit more...intimate than just that?" Vash challenges as he smirks and winks at her.

Y/n looks shocked as she touched her cheek "You should count yourself lucky, Mr. Stampede~" Y/n teases as she glances up at him "No man has ever survived wrapped their arms around me, let alone kiss me on the cheek, but note this, that's the very first time that ever happened"

Vash chuckles deeply "Oh is that right? Well then, I'm more than willing to take that as a challenge." He smirks, leaning up to her "...That's not even 1% of my charm, sweet thing. I'm just getting started with you." He leans in again and looks at her with a sly smile "...How about another kiss...but on a different pair of lips?"

Y/n lifted the corner of her lips with her eyes closed, as she once again covered Vash's mouth "Let me repeat it, Mr. Stampede, I don't offer freebies to any man I just met"

He blushes deeply "...Are you just gonna tease me all night? Well, now I gotta keep chasing you until you let me kiss you...don't I?" he raises an eyebrow again"...Guess I better keep showing off my skills in order to impress you, huh?"

"Show the right ones, get to know each other, and you get the girl" Y/n points out, smirking up at him

He nods, grinning "...You've got a bet," Vash agrees "...Well then. I suppose we'll be spending some time together trying to see if I can impress you, huh?" He chuckles and smirks again "...You seem like an interesting woman, but I guess I'll just have to work my way through your barriers. Is there anything you wanna know specifically? Or do you wanna just keep watching me in action?"

"I'd like to see you as is, it makes the whole thing more authentic" Y/n smirks as Vash suddenly pulls her closer to him, surprising her.

He pulls her closer, his face less than an inch away from hers "...Well, I'm a bit of a flirt...Is this close enough for you?" He smiles and laughs "If you want me to get even closer, I think that can be arranged." He starts to lean in closer

Y/n chuckles as she pushes his lips away with a finger "Do I have to repeat myself? Mr. Stampede?"

"Oh? Are we...playing a little hard to get?" Vash chuckles once more "Alright...I don't mind a bit of the chase. You're just too stunning to resist...It's gonna be hard to keep my hands and lips off you, though. You don't mind if I get...close enough to keep flirting with you...do you?" Vash asked, trying to push his luck.

"As long as there isn't kissing yet" Y/n leans up to whisper in his ear "Those are my rewards~"

He bites his lip a little "Just a kiss?" He gets a little closer and whispers into her ear "...I mean I think I'd want at least a bit more." His breath hits her ear, and a little sigh comes from him as he leans back up "...But I promise we'll get there." He smiles and looks into her eyes "...I'll keep chasing, alright? I'll keep flirting with you. Let me know when you're ready to give me...a little reward."

"show me reasons why you deserve these awards then~" Y/n whisper back before pulling away from Vash's arms, giggling.

Makes a big smile "...Alright you've got a deal. I'll show you why I'm worth the attention...But how do I start? I'll do any one thing you ask of me, any skill you want me to show. Where should we begin?" he grins, seeming eager to impress,

"How about I set a reward system?"

This caught his attention "...A reward system? Sounds intriguing...alright, I'm on board...So if I do what you want, I get to earn my rewards. What kind of tasks are you gonna set for me?... How many points must I earn? And what would each task be worth?"

"Well, it depends on how impressed I am, if you mildly impress me by giving me a gift, I'll give you a hug, impress me a bit more mildly, like take me on a date, then you get a kiss on the cheek, impress me a bit more you get a kiss, impress me, like saving me from harm, and you get a make-out session, and if you extremely impress me, like save the City of Febrari impress..." Y/n leans up his ear "you get to fuck this pussy, as you said earlier, Mark me up and claim me as yours~" Y/n reveals, smiling teasingly at him.

Smirks as his breath hit her ear "Well now...it sounds like you have high expectations for me. I suppose I should start off light and work my way up, huh?" He chuckles "So if I do something small, like...buy you a gift...that's how I can get a hug, right? ...What kind of gift would you want me to buy you? What do you like?"

"Surprise me, Mr. Stampede, guess what kind of gift a girl like me would like to have" Y/n stands up from the barstool and looks at Vash teasingly, "It's getting quite late, I say it's time for me to retire for the night~" turns to walk upstairs of the bar "Good luck, see you tomorrow Vash the Stampede~" Y/n waves goodbye, before completely disappearing.

Vash leans back onto the bar counter, panting at the encounter.

"Dear God...I need to marry that woman."

Present Time

Vash began to tear up, removing the kiss marks left by the two escorts earlier.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n...

Please, Forgive me."

(A/N: You can tell I have favorites? aww)

[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 35

Tashigi had been excited to meet another swordsman, swords were her passion. She certainly wasn't expecting the green haired man who broke her glasses to have such a legendary sword in his possession. He wasn't very talkative but then again she had a tendency to ramble on, Captain Smoker did sometimes complain about it. What she didn't understand was why Matsu had a cursed sword for sale in his shop, let alone in the cheap barrel where anyone could pick it up. It didn't seem very ethical and she never thought that Matsu could be such an awful businessman. If what he was yelling about was what she thought he was yelling about Matsu had been trying to scam the green haired man out of his sword for far less than it's worth. Perhaps it was time for her to seek out someone else to take care of her precious Shigure. The green haired man…perhaps she should just call him Mr. Green since he had green hair, a green shirt and a green haramaki on, Mr. Green was lucky she showed up when she did.

“The Kitetsu swords are superior in all respects, but they've been cursed since their beginning. You have to believe me. There are stories from all over of master swordsmen who have met their death after taking up a Kitetsu sword. Nobody is stupid enough to touch them these days. And you'll fall to its curse just like everyone else, if you decide to take it. That's why I fear selling it to you, I don't want to be held liable when you die. I don't want to be cursed either, just leave it alone,” Tashigi had no idea. None of this was in her book. Maybe she needed to revise or add on to it.

“Oh how horrible, I'm so sorry I bought it up and encouraged you to buy it,” Tashigi bowed in apology to Mr. Green. “It would be death to take that sword.”

“Sounds great I think I'll take it,” The man she was apologizing to spoke. She stood up straight in shock.

“Didn't you listen to a word I just said! I can't sell it to you! When you die the curse will just come to haunt me!” Matsu screamed before his wife knocked him upside the head.

“Now don't be an idiot! Let him buy that sword ya old fool!” Ume Matsu’s wife whacked him upside the head.

“Don't hit me!” He yelled his hands atop his head.

“Well why don't we find out which of us is stronger than. The swords curse or my good luck,” He had a smirk on his face. She watched as he tossed the sword in the air and stuck his arm out.

“No!” Tashigi screamed.

“Stop it! You fool you're gonna chop your arm off!” Matsu cried out.

Tashigi and everyone else started in shock and horror as the sword flipped around in the air, just missing his outstretched arm embedding into the floorboards below. She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed. He must be incredibly lucky.

“I'll take it!” He spoke with a wild grin on his face. Tashigi and Matsu both slid to the floor. Her heart had felt as if it was gonna beat out of her chest. She was certain that she was about to witness a blood bath, that his arm was gonna end up on the floor, his blood stain the wooden floor below. “Hey,” The man turned to her bedding down to take his new sword. “Pick out another one you know what your talking about, I trust your judgment,”

“Uhhh OK yah sure I'll do that,” Tashigi was still in shock.

“You! Wait right there, don't move!” Matsu yelled as he took off upstairs. He tripped as he made his way back into the room in no time at all. He held a cloth covered bundle in his arms. He pulled back the cloth to reveal a black sword. “It's covered in a black lacquer finish with an uneven temper pattern,” Matsu held the sword aloft. “My shop is small, but this is the finest sword that I have. Its name is Yubashiri, it's a Ryo-Wazamono sword, it's part of the reason I was desperate to get my hands on your Wado,” Tashgi had no idea Matsu had such a sword in his possession.

“I'm broke, it's way too much, and I won't be borrowing any more money from the witch,” He said, looking over his shoulder.

“It doesn't matter, I'm giving it to you for free if you'll take it. You're welcome to the Kitetsu if you want it, you've proved yourself. You are not as I had suspected an amateur but a true swordsman. This is better off in your hands being used than it was meant to be here. I'm sorry I tried to cheat you before, you must have some damn good luck,”

“You're right I do,” Mr. Green (she really needed to learn his name) said with a smirk.

Tashigi watched as the man walked out the door with his two new swords…for free! In the background, she could hear Matsu and his wife arguing in the background as she sat there stunned by what had occurred. She needed to find out who that man was.

[fjorddeluca]

The first time he had the displeasure of seeing blood, he had only been three years old. A tumble down the steps that had left a scrape on his knee that had bled. His mother had strode past him, leaving him in the capable hands of Matteo.

The first time he had the displeasure of seeing blood that had been shed by his own hands, he had been fourteen. He had stood in his parents' bedroom, the moonlight shining in over the dark wooden floors and the bed and the oil paintings that hung after the latter.

A body lay on the floor, in the space between himself and his mother, and blood pooled. It sept between the floorboards. The stain remains there to this day.

An ambush, a Venturi assassin that had gotten close enough. He had heard the fight, he had seen the chaos. He had his father's gun.

It would be the last time he would ever put a gun down.

And today would be no exception.

An ambush, a Venturi assassin that had gotten close enough. He had seen the fight, he had seen the chaos. He had his own gun.

Moonlight shines now too, has it had then. The curtains ripple, the stained glass doors open to look out over the vineyard that the De Luca family is known for. Sprawling for miles, pushing beyond the horizon that he longs to run into.

But he cannot.

"What happened, figlio?!" Vincent snapped, his voice almost close to yelling. "Do you have any idea how this will fall back on us?!"

He didn't know how to respond. There were no words to respond with. Whether this had fallen onto his hands or not didn't matter; he was the one who messed up.

"I know how it will fall back onto us, father," he replied, hands held behind his back. Remaining calm was the only option he had. He could not be afforded the luxury of expressing his temper the same way his father was now. "Do you think I had a choice, father?"

Vincent moved slowly, picking up a crystal glass. The fire that crackled within the fireplace reflected on the liquid, causing a glow that resembles amber. "A choice?" he remarked, swishing the liquid around in the glass. "There's always a choice, figlio."

It grew within him, the rising waters of a flood that would eventually engulf the entire world; the terrible urge to turn into nothing more than a petulant child. To stomp his foot against the polished hardwood floors and beg. He had had no choice. He had had raised the gun. He had taken care of it.

He had ensured that their lineage would continue and he was the one who was being reprimanded.

Their battle with the Venturis had always been a bloody one. They had killed some of the De Luca men and in return, they would retaliate. That was how wars worked.

"What did you want me to do, father?" he requested, his voice remained as even as he could force it. He was better than cries of situations becoming unfair. "They were going to kill —"

"A true De Luca man would not have allowed himself to be in that position," Vincent cut him off. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a long drink before he set it down on the table. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with you."

He wondered, even just briefly, if it would have been better if it had ended the way the Venturis would have wanted it to.

"I'm not entirely sure, capo," he said. "Would it have been better if the Venturis won?"

Vincent's eyes were filled with a rage, an anger. He turned to only son and struck him with the force of every capo before him. Every man who had led the De Lucas in this much too long feud with the Venturis.

It burnt, it always burnt. He found himself on the receiving end on this burn often. He had thought that it would slow the older he grew but that would only have been correct if he had become the son that they wanted.

"You should watch your tongue," Vincent snarled. He pointed one finger at Fjord. "Should I ask if this entire thing was one of your impulsivities?"

The words struck hard and deeper, much harder than the slap ever could. A reminder of inadequacy, a reminder that he would always fail them even if he had become the diligent son they had hoped for their entire lives.

He would never be those things.

He cannot answer such a question. "How do I fix this?" he asked.

"You don't," Vincent stated and turned his back to Fjord. "I will mop up your mess, figlio. Just when I had thought we would get somewhere with the Venturis... You're dismissed."

He did not believe that. The last thing his father would attempt would be peace with the Venturis. Their soiled relationship had become nothing but bitter roots now. Perhaps by get somewhere, his father had simply meant that he would steal a venture from them.

But that was not for him to deal with. Instead, Fjord turned and strode out of the sitting room. The quiet De Luca mansion would always be cold, regardless of how many fires had been set to build it; he listened to his own footsteps tread across the polished floor, echoing against the cold, stone walls.

Sometimes, it would feel more like a museum than a home. Those same walls decorated with art that had never belonged to them in the first place. The hallways had never been ones where he would be allowed to run or laugh or be a child. Instead, he would would walk diligently to his lessons. Sometimes it was combat, sometimes it was weapons, but most of the time, he would sit in his father's office and learn what it was meant to be a true De Luca man.

He supposed that none of those lessons ever stuck.

Walking towards the open foyer, he did not head for the wide steps that would take him to the wing of the mansion that had become known as his own. Instead, Fjord ventured towards the stained glass doors that lead out to the garden.

A trickling fountain sat before him, the marble shape of a maiden pouring the flowing water from a vase stood in the middle. Moonlight flickered in the reflection of the water, disrupted when he stroked his fingers over it.

"He says these things..." Fjord muttered, watching as the water rippled over the surface of the fountain. "But was he not like me once?"

It felt impossible to imagine his father as a young man. He had always been the hail of whisky and tobacco and gunpowder that Fjord knew him as. A man who had never been a boy.

He did not think that his father had ever been like him. He did not think that the man had felt anything but solemn duty for the life that he had been set out on.

He did think that his father had thought he would be the same. A carbon copy of a man who had never raised him, let alone raised him with the adoration that young boys on the streets of Italy tended to have.

"You could leave," he mused to himself. "But what would there be to leave for...?"

The question that had run through his mind would be interrupted by the appearance of a light. It glowed across the fountain's water, causing his eyebrow to slowly lift. Slowly turning, he was able to look up towards the balcony that sat out towards the lush, green maze within the De Luca Estate.

And there she was, stood on the balcony above him.

Elise. Sometimes it felt as though she were a world away, nothing but a routine helper in their home who would leave when she would no longer be of use. He would ache to see her gone but for now, she was there. Above him.

And for just a moment, he felt like that boy he had never been.

"Ah, a fair maiden..." he called up towards her, a smirk played at his mouth. Stepping closer to the balcony, he placed his hand on the the marble head of a statue, stepping onto the base. It brought him closer to her. "What have I done to be graced with your presence on this night...?"

@elise-venturi

[clarkes-and-god]

The Clarke Trailer, Monday morning, 6am:

As the deep winter's sky started to fade into a crisp blue, Tobias dragged his feet through the snow, on the last leg of his journey from the local bar back to the trailer. Reaching the door, he rose his pale hand, shaking from the cold, and knocked the door twice on the thin, frosty glass. He should probably bring a jacket next time, he thought.

Almost immediately, a familiar figure slipped out the master bedroom, flicking the light on and hurrying to unlock the front door. Standing in the doorway, Cherish had a wide smile plastered on her face, her eyes frozen on Tobias like a startled deer, not knowing what to expect from this potential threat. Pulling her in by her ribcage, Tobias felt his wife freeze up, before softening and letting him pull her in as he kissed her cheek.

Her smile crept up to her eyes as she wrapped her arms around Tobias, squeezing him tight. "You're back! I thought you wouldn't come back, you know? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said all that stuff to you, I was being stupid and I swear I'll pay more attention to you now." His cheek pressed against his wife's, Tobias struggled to contain a smile at the apology.

"I know, babe. It's ok though, I've forgiven you and I'm sure you'll be better now. Let's go in now, this shirt is polyester and I'm super cold, and I guess you are too", he replied. Cherish smiled and opened the door, wiping the snow off her bare feet and onto the stained carpet as she lead him to his sofa.

"Look, I didn't mean to hit you, I was just so angry that you weren't listening to me and how I want our household to be. I'm your husband, babe, I just want what's best for you and Tyson, and I can't help you when you're not obeying me like how the Bible tells you to. I love you so much, and I don't want you to go to hell, you understand?" Tobias paused, waiting for a nod from Cherish before continuing. "But yeah, I promise that I'll try to never hit you again, or walk out on you like that."

"I understand, honey. I didn't make it easy for you acting like that, I should've just listened to you and it wouldn't have happened. Anyways, do you want to see Tyson? He normally wakes up about now, and he'll be so happy to see you, he's really missed you."

Babies. Tobias felt his nose wrinkle at the thought. He always had liked the idea of having children, people to tell what to do, and carry on his last name, and look just like him. However, he had decided that babies must be the worst stage of childhood. If Tyson was left alone, he would fuss and yell until Cherish came to dote on him, even if his diaper was clean and he was fed. Tobias had tried to yell at the baby to be quiet, but he wouldn't obey. Tyson would just scream more, scared of the booming noise, frustrating Tobias as he watched his wife rush in to soothe the baby, completely ignoring him. Even when it wasn't demanding attention, it seemed to Tobias that Tyson was the only thing his wife would talk about, down to the dullest details of what the little bastard's nap time was like today.

Today seemed to be no different, as Tobias zoned back into what Cherish was saying. "He can eat solid food now! Do you want to give him his breakfast?" Tobias swallowed, imagining all the smeared baby food and yelling that would result, but ultimately decided to accept. After all, he had to be nice for a day or two, so she would believe the promises.

It was better than Tobias expected -- luckily, Tyson was still sleepy and he liked the yogurt, so there was no yelling. The mess was gross, but Cherish was ready to scoop up the baby and clean him and his chair. What really annoyed Tobias, was that Tyson clearly had a favourite. He was constantly looking for his mom, and giggling at her, wanting her to pick him up. Tobias may as well have been a random babysitter to the kid, and he felt a deep resentment towards Tyson growing inside him. His own child, not listening to him, not showing him the same attention that he showed his mom, and stealing all his wife's time in the process.

a/n: new post style i'm considering for conversational posts, what do u guys think?

[greyghoulclub]

The Ghost at the Boarding School - Mungrove Week prompt 6

Written for @mungroveweek

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46783390

Billy didn’t believe in ghosts. 

That’s what he would’ve told you two months ago when he was sent to this stupid fucking boarding school. But lo and behold he was told he was getting the ‘haunted’ dorm since it was the only one free at this point in the year. 

“Welcome to Our Lady Immaculate School, Mr Hargrove,” droned the tiny woman at the reception desk, “Your room will be on the third floor, number 306.” She passed him a key and a map of the school and grounds and his timetable. “Classes start at 9 am sharp and your uniform will be waiting upstairs.” She eyed his Metallica t-shirt with distaste. 

She had then shuffled off into the room behind her desk, Billy took that as his cue to get out of her sight. He grumbled at nothing in particular and then at something in particular when he realised he’d have to lug his suitcase up three flights of stairs.

“God fucking damn it,” he glared at the stained glass window showing the Virgin Mary with seven swords piercing her heart. 

Room 306 was like any of the other dorms apart from one slight difference. It didn’t look like anyone had been in here since the 80s. Seriously, it had old Dio tour posters on the walls from 1986. Although everything had been cleaned and the bed had been made for his arrival, none of the old occupant’s had been touched. Billy flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, it could be worse, he thought. 

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw he had three missed calls from Argyle and some commiseration texts from Max. While Billy was being sent off to a boarding school for ‘troubled kids’, it didn’t say that on the pamphlet Neil had shoved at him before yelling at him to pack his bags but he got the gist, Max was getting ‘etiquette lessons’ on how to act like a proper young lady. Billy had laughed at the idea of rough-and-tumble tomboy Max in a frilly dress and heels. But that was before the reality of his end of the deal hit him. He was being sent away from everything he ever knew. Everyone he knew. Neil even wanted to confiscate his phone but Susan managed to convince Neil to let him keep it. If only to keep in contact with the house.

The texts from Max read;

“They’re making me learn which fork goes with salad… I think I’ll stab someone in the hand with it instead”

“Billyyyyyyyy I’m so bored this sucks so much”

“Can God smite me now? What did I do in a past life to deserve this?”

Billy chuckled and sent her a picture of a cat looking angry with its cheeks puffed out and captioned it “It’s you rn”. Max sent back three middle finger emojis. He then went to his voicemail and tapped the first one that Argyle had sent.

“Yo man, what’s up? I hear you’re being sent to this like, uh, boarding school for criminal kids? Wicked nasty move of your old man to move you to Indiana.” Even though the slightly tinny speaker of his phone, Argyle’s voice sounded like the beach and summer. He missed his best friend already. He could hear the clatter of the pizza shop Argyle worked at in the background. “Call me when you can. Gotta make sure you’re ok man. Gotta go now, boss man’s on the floor.” And then the voicemail ended. 

Billy could feel the prickle of tears at the corners of his eyes, he didn’t wanna listen to the other voicemails just yet, he wanted to savour them, reminding him that this wasn’t forever. But he should probably call Argyle back. He wiped his eyes and cleared his throat, waiting for Argyle to pick up. 

When he did, he sounded like he had been asleep. He probably was since Billy still wasn’t used to the time difference in Indiana vs California. 

“Hello?” The sleep was heavy on Argyle’s voice, and Billy felt a little bad about waking him up but he needed someone to talk to. 

“Hey Argyle, it’s me,” Billy’s voice was small, still the instinct to keep quiet remained. Even if he was far away from Neil. “I, uh, you asked me to call you when I could?” God, he sounded pathetic. 

“Yo! B-man what’s going on dude? You’re in the boonies now, huh?” Argyle still sounded happy to hear from him, even if he probably did wake him up at like 3 am. That was the good thing about Argyle, even if you were kind of an asshole like Billy, if Argyle decided you were one of his brochachos, you were a brochacho for life. 

“Yeah, it's like, this Catholic boarding school for ‘troubled teens’ but they don’t say that. I got this dorm that looks like no one’s been in it since the 80s. No seriously, there’s Dio posters from 1986.”

“‘86? Really? Dude, I bet you’ve got one of the haunted dorms like in horror movies,” Argyle’s laugh was like having a sip of warm hot chocolate, warming you from your belly. Billy didn’t realise how much he missed his best friend until now.  

“Man, you know that stuff’s not real. How much of a dork would a ghost from the 80s be? If they died here I bet they’re still a teenager. God, I’d hate that, being a teenager in the afterlife.”

“How do you know it’s not real? Maybe the ghosts won’t talk to you because you’re always denying their existence.”

Billy laughed, “Yeah that’s why the ghosts won’t speak to me because I’m mean to them.” Argyle laughed with a ‘yeah you’re so mean!’ tacked on. They fell into easy conversation after that, with Argyle catching Billy up with all the antics of their friend group and the new pizza combos he’d come up with at work. 

“Mix a bit of sriracha into the marinara and top with pineapples, it’s so good dude. Like sweet and spicy,” Billy had a warm but strange feeling in his belly listening to Argyle, it was like he had gone on a rollercoaster and had come out giggling with adrenaline. It lasted until Argyle hung up to go back to sleep. Then the loneliness came back, like quicksand sucking Billy in. He stared out of the window, the school was covered with thick forest land as far as the eye could see. This place seriously looked like the setting for a Stephen King novel, he thought. 

He heard a thump from the corner of the dorm, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t jump a little.  He looked over from where he was lying on his bed. It was just one of the paperback novels that were stacked on the dresser falling onto the floor. 

“Sure, this is a fucking haunted school,” he muttered to himself. 

******

Billy couldn’t explain why but weird stuff had been going on in his dorm, and he was running out of ways to logically explain it. The window opens in the middle of the night? Well, it was windy last night. Something brushes against his back while he’s sleeping? Probably just his duvet. 

His classmates had noticed that he was always tired in class, and he knew he couldn’t keep using the jetlag excuse. 

“Are you sleeping ok?” a girl in his history class, Jennie asked him. Jennie was on the girl's volleyball team and she had clocked Billy immediately. She had also decided that they were friends. 

“I’m fine,” Billy turned back to his history textbook but the words were swimming in front of his eyes.

“And you can’t lie to me, Cali.” Jennie poked his shoulder with her pencil until he turned to face her. “You got the haunted dorm didn’t ya?”

Billy rolled his eyes, and it seemed like everyone believed in this alleged haunting but him. “Yeah, the fucking time capsule from 1986.” 

“D’ya know what happened to the last guy who had that dorm?” 

“He died.”

Jennie flicked her eraser at him. “No, but really, there’s a rumour that he got murrrrrrderrrred,” Jennie said the last word in a sing-song way. 

“What? You’re making that up.” Billy hated to admit that he was intrigued, a murder at a boarding school? It reminded him of the thriller novels that Susan read. 

“I’m not!” Jennie said that a bit louder than she intended and got a glare from Mr O’Donnell. “I swear that there was a guy who was killed here! My brother went to this school too and he told me about it.”

“Ever considered that he was pulling your leg?”

Luckily for Billy, Jennie didn’t have anything she could throw at him without causing a scene. “Nah, I’d be able to tell if Nick was lying to me.” Jennie passed Billy her phone under the desk, it had a picture of a guy on it. He had curly brown hair that was shoulder length and a battle vest. And a grin that marked him down as a troublemaker. “That’s the guy that got killed, Eddie Munson.”

“Explains the posters that are still in my room,” Billy looked at the guy’s battle vest, there was a Motorhead patch, WASP and Judas Priest. There was a demon on his shirt and the words ‘Hellfire Club’. 

“Ok so, he was retaking senior year for the second time in ‘86 and he had this club for like, um, DnD,” Jennie spoke quickly as she got more excited. “But there were rumours that he was a Satanist or something? And there was this other guy,” Jennie scrolled to another photo in her camera roll, “Jason Carver. And he’s like this super ultra-Christian guy and the captain of the basketball team. He and Eddie do not get along. Eddie was making fun of him and his cronies for conforming or some shit, in front of everyone in the cafeteria, and Jason is mega pissed, right? So he and his teammates jump Eddie in his dorm and I don’t know if it’s true but they accidentally broke his neck. But everyone thinks Jason killed Eddie on purpose.”

“Sounds like some Satanic panic shit,” Billy said, deducing from the time of the story, and what he knew about the 80s from his dad’s drunken rants about ‘how it used to be’. 

“Yeah probably-” Jennie started to say when she got interrupted by Mr O’Donnell. 

“Miss Park, Mr Hargrove, if you two would return to your worksheets and stop talking about the accidental death at this school, it would be very much appreciated.” They both mumbled an apology and Billy swore he felt a cold breeze go through the classroom, even though none of the windows was open. 

*****

Billy felt like he was being watched. 

It was always in his dorm room but he refused to believe it was the supposed ghost of Eddie Munson. If it was, this ghost is going to have to show himself to Billy. Jennie was convinced that Billy was being haunted. 

“Dude! He is absolutely haunting you and he probably wants you out of his dorm or he wants to kill you,” Jennie told him over breakfast the next morning.  

Billy pushed his scrambled eggs around on his plate, “Little morbid for 7.30 am Jen,” He didn’t tell her that he was maybe starting to believe her because some of the shit that was happening in his dorm he couldn’t explain logically. Like feeling something poke his face while he was sleeping or waking up to his phone ringing with an unknown number but when he answered it, it was all static. 

Jennie stuffed some Cheerios into her mouth and raised an eyebrow at Billy. Like she had read his thoughts or something. She swallowed and said, “But isn’t that what the ghosts of people who were murdered do? They’re, uh, vengeful?” She pointed her spoon at Billy, “Maybe you look too much like Jason for him.”

“The only thing we have in common is that we both have blonde hair. Plus the guy is probably 50 now, the statute of limitations passed a long time ago,” Billy chewed on a bit of toast but it was dry in his mouth. 

“We should try and speak with him.” Jennie sounded very intense suddenly, she was making direct eye contact, which she never did unless it was serious. 

“What?”

“We should try and make contact with Eddie, get his side of the story bc all we have is rumours and Jason’s side,” Jennie passed Billy her phone with an old news article on the screen. 

“Accidental death of a student at Our Lady Immaculate School” was the title of the article, dated 21st of March 1986. The article read:

“An accidental death of a student at Our Lady Immaculate School in Roane County, Indiana has been reported by Christine Cunningham, a senior year student. 

The student in question, Edward Munson, was a 2nd time senior and a noted troublemaker. Having been sent to the school after being caught for defacement of public property in his hometown of Hawkins, Indiana. Munson had also been known to be involved with the game ‘Dungeons and Dragons’ and the heavy metal subgenre of music. He was also known to have a rivalry with the captain of the basketball team, Jason Carver. 

Carver said, “Munson went against everything the school stood for and he was making moves on my girlfriend Chrissy. I told him to stay away but he challenged me to a fight. I was going to scare him away from Chrissy and we did fight but he fell down some stairs and didn’t move when we went to check.” 

Coroner’s reports say that Munson died from a cervical fracture and that the death was accidental. However, some students at the school, who were associates of Munson, say that Munson was deliberately pushed down the stairs.”

In the article, there was a picture of Eddie, with the dates 30th May 1966 - 21st March 1986 underneath. 

“Shit, he died when he was 19,” Billy muttered after he read the article. 

“It’s sad, isn’t it?” Jennie took her phone back from Billy, “But I bet that the Carver dude is covering something up. It’s just a little too convenient that Eddie fell down some stairs when they fought.”

“So you want to contact Eddie to get his side of the story?”

“Yeah.”

“How are you going to do that?” 

“Well, we are going to use an Ouija board tonight,” Jennie pushed her bowl away and grabbed her bag and pulled out what looked like a cassette player, “and if the Ouija board doesn’t work we can use this,” Billy looked at her confused, “It’s called a spiritbox, ghosts can use it to communicate via radio waves.” 

Billy knew he couldn’t say no to Jennie at this point, but goddammit if he wasn’t curious if it would work.

“Ok, meet me at my dorm at midnight. We’ll try this shit and if it doesn’t work don’t say I didn’t tell you so.” 

****

If they said they weren’t nervous, they’d be lying. Not because of the ghost that might be there but in case one of the nuns caught them in Billy’s dorm. There was a strict rule of no couples in each other’s dorms. No one said anything about same-sex couples, but Billy didn’t tell you that. 

Jennie had come to the dorm at about 15 minutes past midnight, she said she would’ve been earlier but she had to take the long way because Sister Franklin was doing a round on the girl’s floor.  

“I had to hide in the bathroom for ages, man, she was just standing in front of the stairs, it was creepy,” she shuddered like she had eaten something sour. She then set the Ouija board on the floor between her and Billy. The spiritbox was off to the side. 

Billy felt a little stupid sitting cross-legged on the floor with his index fingers on the bottom corners of the planchette. Jennie was doing the same on the other side, but she looked like she was a little scared. 

Her voice trembled a little when she asked, “Eddie? Are you here?”

It felt like a force from above moved the planchette under their fingers to the ‘yes’ on the board. Jennie gasped a little, the fear in her voice disappearing. Billy was doing a speedrun through the ‘accepting that ghosts are in fact, real gauntlet’.  The planchette moved around the board to say “I was waiting for you guys to notice me here. Especially you Billy”. 

“Have you been haunting me?” Billy asked before he could stop himself. 

“Thanks for noticing. Have been for the last month.”

This wasn’t real, was it? But Billy was awake, and he was actually talking to a ghost. If you told him he’d be doing this a month ago, he’d laugh in your face.

There was suddenly a blue glow above their heads, both Billy and Jennie looked up to see the ghost of Eddie Munson appear before them. 

“Man, it’s nice to be able to appear in front of people again. Last time I did that, I think the guy had a heart attack,” Eddie talked very nonchalantly like it was no big deal that he had just altered the fabric of reality for Billy. He looked down at the two teenagers gawping at him, “Huh, nice to see you didn’t take down any of my stuff. And the uniform hasn’t changed either,” he gestured at the similar white shirt and black sweater he was wearing as well. Although Eddie had his tie loose around his neck. 

“Why haven’t you moved on?” Jennie spoke first, ever the curious.

“Can’t,” Eddie answered simply. Like he had tried before. Billy had a feeling in his gut that it had something to do with Jason Carver. 

“I’m missing something. I can’t remember what it was now, it’s been so long. Bet that bastard Carver hid it after he killed me,” Eddie floated around the room like he was pacing. 

“Jason Carver really did kill you?” Jennie blurted out, “I thought that was a rumour!” She fumbled with her phone to pull up the article again. But her phone seemed to glitch in Eddie’s presence. 

“Uh yeah? He pushed me down some stairs. Big news in the county,” Eddie’s tone took on a darker note, “and he got away with it.” Eddie’s glow got darker with his words, Billy could see now why they were called vengeful ghosts. 

Billy’s throat felt dry, and a small part of him felt like running. But he spoke anyway, “I don’t know if we can do anything about Carver, he's like 50 now but we could help you find the thing you need to move on.” 

Eddie’s glow went back to the light blue from before, but now it was a little warmer, “Really? You’d do that for me?” He seemed happy. How long had he gone ignored? Billy knew how that felt. 

“Yeah, we would,” Billy nudged Jennie with his elbow, getting her to react too. She nodded quickly. Eddie floated down to be near the floor, almost like he was sitting with them. 

“I could tell you what I remember, it’s not much though.”

*****

From what Eddie told them, it turns out that he was not in fact hitting on Chrissy Cunningham but selling her some weed. And she had broken up with Jason and he was mad about it, Chrissy had a thing for Eddie, and Jason had caught them maybe nearly kissing. And so Jason challenged him to a fight and told Eddie to meet him at his dorm. But Jason was waiting at the top of the stairs and pushed Eddie down them. 

Billy had been thinking about what Eddie said, his bleeding heart went out for Eddie, he knew exactly how Eddie must’ve felt at that moment. Someone blowing up over a small infraction. 

Reading the article again, Jason must’ve used the excuse of Eddie being a social pariah against him. Because how dare you be the social reject and be friendly towards the most popular girl in school?  

He went back up to his dorm on lunch break, saying he wasn’t hungry to the other guys in the gym, Eddie was waiting for him. 

“I thought you could only appear at night?” Billy dumped his gym bag by the desk. 

“It's just harder in the daytime,” he flickered a little bit, “gotta concentrate more to stay visible.”

Billy nodded and opened his desk drawer to get his cigarettes. Technically, he wasn’t allowed in school but the reception lady didn’t bother to check his pockets. He opened his dorm window and lit the end. Breathed in the smoke and enjoyed the feeling of the nicotine buzz. He saw Eddie floating closer in his peripheral vision. 

“Aww man, I haven’t had a cig in years…” He sounded like he was yearning for it. 

“Can you even smoke? Like should I blow some smoke at you?” Would that even work? 

“I dunno, you could try.”  

Billy took another drag of the cigarette, and blew the smoke at Eddie. The other tried to breathe in the smoke before it flowed through his incorporeal body. 

“Did that do anything for you?” Billy tapped the ash away on the edge of the window. 

“Uh, I could feel something. Like when you walk by something that smells good? It’s like that.” Eddie reached out and put his hand on Billy’s shoulder. It felt cold. “Thanks for trying though.”

“If you died with your cigs in your pocket are they like ghost cigs now?”

Eddie looked at Billy like he had just slapped him in the face. Then burst out laughing. As he was laughing he lost control of his floating and he rose up to the ceiling like a helium balloon. Once he could breathe again, he admitted that the ghost thing doesn’t quite work like that.

“We only really keep stuff that meant a lot to us in life,” Eddie raised his hand to show some rings on his fingers, they looked like ones Billy would find at a flea market back home. Billy had a fleeting thought of him keeping his St Christopher’s pendant if he was a ghost. Eddie for a moment, looked like he got an electric shock. 

“My pick!” He looked down his shirt, “My guitar pick! I kept it on a necklace and I think it’s what I need to move on!” 

Billy’s brain was going a million miles a minute, so if Eddie got this guitar pick he’d be able to pass over to the afterlife? He guessed it was something to do with him being very attached to it in his lifetime. But also he kind of didn’t want Eddie to go, it was nice having him around, almost like a really annoying roommate. 

“Helloooooo, earth to Billy, are you there?” Eddie was floating face-to-face with Billy. He grinned when Billy flinched backwards. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

Once Billy’s heart stopped jackhammering in his chest he told Eddie some white lie about how he and Jennie were going to try and look for Eddie’s guitar pick tonight. Eddie did some backflips in the air and pumped his fist. He genuinely did seem excited about this. 

“At night I’ll be able to move around more so I can help you guys, I think I might have an idea of where it is,” If ghosts could get a sugar rush, this is how Billy would think it looked like. Eddie was floating around the room again muttering stuff about the Hellfire Club and the theatre room. Theatre room? There wasn’t a theatre room mentioned when Billy came to this school. 

“Uh, one small problem Eddie, there isn’t a theatre room here,” Billy felt like he was stating the obvious but maybe Eddie didn’t know that the theatre room that was there when he was a student might be gone now. 

“Sure there is, they just don’t use it because it’s haunted,” Eddie put the last word in quotation marks with his fingers. 

“You’ve been haunting this theatre room? Jennie is gonna flip her shit when she hears that,” Billy rubbed one eye, sighing in exasperation. “Alright I’ve got to leave for class but here’s the deal. Me and Jennie will meet you by the back door to the school grounds after the nuns have done their nighttime prayers. You show us where this theatre room is and we’ll look for your guitar pick. Sounds good?” 

Eddie was in ghost-sugar rush mode again, Billy thought he kind of looked like a ping-pong ball bouncing around the room. “I’ll be by the stairs ok!” He told Billy just before the other left the dorm again. 

*****

Jennie was just as excited as Eddie was, Billy half-thought that she would start floating around the room. 

“If this actually works, what’s gonna happen to you Eddie?” Jennie was asking a million questions, like she was interviewing Eddie. Eddie floated a few paces in front of Billy and Jennie, leading them to the abandoned theatre room. 

Eddie turned to face them, his glow was a lot brighter in the nighttime. “Well, I’ll just move on. Like, I won’t be here anymore.” 

“You just disappear?”

“Yeah. Think so anyway.”

Billy was quiet as he followed the other two, he was still thinking that he didn’t really want Eddie to go, but if that made Eddie happy, he wouldn’t stop him. It must’ve been kinda sad, seeing everything change around you but you’re still the same. All of his friends must’ve grown up and forgotten about him right?

“We’re here,” Eddie stopped in front of an old side building to the west of campus. It looked like a storage container to Billy, in fact he had seen it when he was dropped off at campus by his dad and he had assumed it was where sports equipment was kept. 

Eddie went ahead and floated through the wall, yelling for the other two to come along with him. Unfortunately for them the door was locked and they couldn’t phase through a solid wall. Jennie rattled the door handle to get Eddie’s attention again. 

“Is the door locked? Oh uh, I figured it wouldn’t be,” Eddie’s head appeared outside of the door. 

Billy crouched at the locked door and pulled some wires from his pocket, sliding the wires in, he started to poke around until he found the locking mechanism. A few more pokes and he heard the click of the door unlocking. 

“Where did you learn how to pick locks?” Jennie blurted out when Billy stood back up. He opened the door to Eddie floating there in amazement. “It’s a long story,” he muttered. “Are we gonna find this guitar pick or not?” he really didn’t want to go into why he got sent to this school right now. 

“Should I uh, lead the way?” Eddie made some grand gestures like he was welcoming them to a grand hotel. 

The only light in the room was the glow from Eddie, with the dark shapes cast by whatever was in the room, it looked like something out of a horror B movie. Billy and Jennie were tripping over stuff, themselves, each other until the were drowned in the overhead lights. 

“That better for you guys?” Eddie called from somewhere in the distance. The room looked like a theatre nerd’s wet dream, there was a fucking throne in the room for god’s sake! Chalets lined the dust covered table, which itself was littered with dice and bits of paper that were scrawled with drawings of elves and some numbers that meant nothing to Billy. Eddie was floating in a sitting position in the throne. Like it was his, it probably was. 

“Was this the- the Hellfire Club?” Jennie sounded amazed by all that was around her, eyes taking in everything. Some of the stuff in here reminded Billy of the mountain hall in the Fellowship of the Ring, maybe Eddie was a fan when he was alive. 

“You’d be right, this was indeed where brave adventurers gathered to take on the wrath of the dark lord Vecna. Where-” 

Billy wasn’t listening to Eddie anymore, he was wandering about the room, looking for anything that might be Eddie’s guitar pick necklace. If he was going to be honest, he just wanted to find it quickly and rip off the bandaid of Eddie leaving. Easier that way. 

Then, he found the photo. 

It was just a polaroid but it was of Eddie and his friends from 1985, they were smiling and the photo was so full of joy. The Eddie in the photo didn’t know that he’d be stuck at 19 while the rest of his friends got to grow up and move on with their lives. 

“That photo huh?” Eddie was now beside Billy, “God, man Gareth was such a goof. I saw him at the ten year reunion in ‘97. He’d gotten married and was gonna be a dad,” he pointed the smaller boy with a flannel shirt in the photo. “And Jeff?” he now pointed to the tallest boy in the photo, “he got into Stanford on a scholarship, always the brains of the operation in here.” Eddie sounded wistfully nostalgic about the time he had with them but Billy didn’t miss the sad note in his voice. 

“Eddie, do you wanna stay?” Billy asked quietly. 

Eddie for once, was speechless. Was his brain short-circuiting? He looked like he was buffering.

“Stay? What do you mean?” 

Billy turned to face Eddie, “I mean stay here with me and Jennie. You’ve probably been so lonely for years, and honestly, I don’t want you to go.” He felt more vulnerable than he had in months, just as much as when he admitted his feelings for that boy back on the beach in California and feeling his stomach rise and fall with the waves. He just hoped that Eddie wouldn’t throw him in the deep end. 

“I never thought about that…” Eddie trailed off, as if he was unsure what to say, “I, I don’t think I wanna go either. Even if I can only hang around with you guys outside of the school building at night.” Eddie chewed his lower lip, waiting for Billy to say something, anything. 

“I uh… maybe…” Billy started to speak again but was interrupted by Jennie holding a leather cord with a guitar pick strung on it. “Found it in the box behind the throne,” she held the necklace out to Eddie. But I um… might have been eavesdropping and I don’t want you to go either Eddie.” Jennie blushed and turned away, like she had just admitted to having a crush.

Eddie looked happier than either Billy or Jennie had ever seen him, maybe there was a little tear in his eye but no one was going to bring attention to it. Maybe the afterlife didn’t have to be the end for Eddie Munson.