#GOODNIGHT I'M GONNA GO KICK A FUCKING CHAIR

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i was browsing ao3 before bed and now i need to go acquire a smoking habit just so i can reenact the exhausted ben affleck meme

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[inafieldofdaisies]

And maybe a kiss after treating a wound + Callahan x Mary May?

Calahan stumbled up the stairs of the Spread Eagle, hissing at the sharp pain carrying across his shoulder blades as he pushed open the door that led into Mary May's tiny apartment. Zorro was hot on his heels and climbed onto the couch while staring at his owner with what Hartley read as worry. "I'm fine, bud.", he whispered as he searched for the first aid kit as quietly as he could in hopes his rummaging wouldn't wake Mary May up. "Fucking finally." He took a seat at the kitchen table and opened the bag, looking for anything that would help him in patching himself up. "Asshole couldn't even face me, Zorro. Stab and run. Heroic, eh?", he muttered at the raccoon while trying to reach around himself so he could clean up the wound one of the Peggies had left him with before Calahan had sent him to the afterlife. Zorro kept his gaze trained at him, making him add, "Wanna help? Ya know, should have taught you to dress wounds, buddy. Would have come in handy now." The moment he said the words, the bedroom door behind him cracked open, followed by quick footsteps. "Jesus, Cal. What happened?", Mary May asked in a sleepy voice as she neared. "The usual, Angel."

Calahan groaned in frustration when he couldn't manage to reach all the way around and clean the damned wound. "Let me.", a hand appeared over his shoulder while the other came to rest on his back, "It looks kinda bad. Want me to radio someone?" "Nah. I'm fine. Nothing a beer wouldn't fix." "Calahan.", Mary May's tone carried a hint of warning as she began working on the deep gash, "You promised you would be more careful, then I wake up and find you bleedin' in my kitchen at 3 am…" "Sorry. You know me, it's inevitable.", he muttered and let out a curse at the sting of the antiseptic. "You have to get it checked out in the morning. Can't be walking around like this." "Fine. Fine, mom." Mary May pressed the bandage with extra force at his remark, "Ow. You're frankly failing at the whole playing doctor. Or are you going for a sadistic take?" She ignored his joke, announcing, "All done. Now promise me you're gonna go to the actual doc." "I promise." Mary May came around his chair then, arms wrapping around his neck as she stared down at him. "Come here.", Hartley said playfully and puckered his lips for good measure. "Can't be serious for one second. Remind me again why I even like you...", she shook her head but still lowered her mouth to his while his hands grasped her waist. "Bedroom?", he suggested in between kisses and rose up from his seat, pushing her backwards in the direction of the bedroom before she even had the chance to answer. A hiss left him when her fingers accidentally brushed against the bandage, "Fuck. Sorry." "Didn't even feel that.", he lied, then called out as he kicked the door behind them closed, "Goodnight, bud. Don't be staying late."

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[getitinbusan]

Jeongguk and Taehyung

Smut

After hours bar A/U. Threesome, Smut, Angst, Fluff. Taehyung and Jungkook help the boss with her problem 😉

Taehyung wiped the bar down around your sprawling paperwork while Jeongguk restocked the glasses.

"I can't fucking believe how much you guys make in tip money." 

You counted out two piles of cash pushing them, hesitantly towards each of them. 

It was the end of the night and the three of you were the last of the staff shutting down. Lost in thought the heavy bottle hitting the table brought you back to reality. 

"After party?" Jeongguk asked while preemptively scooping ice into his glass. 

Putting your hand over one of the tumblers you stopped him.

"She never stays to drink with the staff Jeongguk," Tae threw you a wink.

You moved your hand away. 

"Number one, you'd better not be here after hours drinking. Number two, I take it neat." 

You tapped the rim encouraging him to pour. 

Taehyung had been a Bartender for at least a year but Jeongguk was still fairly new. Having worked in your share of restaurants, you knew the dynamics. 

Line cooks wanted Waitresses, Waitresses wanted Bartenders, Bartenders wanted Customers and Chefs were too strung out to care about any of it.

Most nights after the closed sign had flipped the real party would begin. An industry work perk, the missing alcohol, used condoms in the office and smell of pot were often overlooked in exchange for long shitty shifts of kissing pretentious people's asses. 

It was obvious why these two were always eager to work. They were young, good looking, and boy could they flirt. Mixing drinks wasn't their strongest skill, schmoozing people for money was. 

Since Jeongguk was hired sales had tripled. Paired with Teahyung, the two were show stopping lady killers. The stories you'd heard of their prowess would surely be passed down as legendary tales to all new recruits. 

"More," you directed Jeongguk to top you up. 

He leaned in close to you over the bar top while Taehyung slouched back on the drink wall. 

"Why are you sticking around tonight sweetheart, trouble in paradise?" 

Sweetheart? That's why he was so good at his job. 

"No Taehyung, the troubles between my thighs."

Jeongguk choked on his scotch not used to you being so candid. 

Taehyung laughed, "Isn't that paradise? You know being horny has an easy fix." 

You shot back your drink and Jeongguk was quick to refill it. Maybe it was wishful thinking but it felt like he was leaning closer. 

"What's wrong Y/N?" he whispered like it was just meant for you to hear.

Taehyung came closer, "Do we need to kick someone's ass?" 

You couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Taehyung fighting anyone. Security had saved his hide from jealous husbands on more than one occasion. 

"No, I mean...it's just dumb."

"It's not dumb if it's making you upset," Jeongguk's large hand covered yours around the glass you were holding. 

You pulled away and buried your face in your hands embarrassed. 

"Ughhh…. he can't, or should I say…. won't make me cum, okay?" 

They both burst out laughing. 

"Awesome, thanks guys I appreciate the sympathy." 

Trying to gather some composure, Taehyung asked, "So he's just bad in bed?"

"I wouldn't say bad, he's just not very…. giving." 

"So, bad." Jeongguk laughed.

"Yuck it up guys but I haven't had an orgasm that wasn't self induced for the last 7 months."

Taehyung moved in for the kill.

"You should have told us sooner, we'd be more than happy to help alleviate some of your tension."

Your cup still in his hand, Jeongguk poured more. Walking it around to your side of the bar, he tipped it to his lips and shot back a huge gulp before handing it back to you. 

Raising it to your lips, his eyes grew darker while watching the amber liquid disappear. 

When you'd finished he swiftly moved to connect your mouths. Soft, slow and so good, his wet lips enveloped yours. 

Rendered dizzy and speechless, you were left with nothing but the taste of his whisky tipped tongue after he pulled away. 

"Better or worse?" he smiled.

"Worse, so much fucking worse. You can't just do that and…" 

"And what?" Taehyung questioned with a smirk.

"And stop…" your voice sounded desperate. 

"Want us to make it better?" 

Taehyung was close behind you, his deep sensual voice sent shivers up your spine. 

"Tell us what you want baby,"  Jeongguk was in front, teasing you with his lips hovering just over yours. 

"I want you to make me cum," you panted in desperation, "Both of you." 

Hoisting you off your chair Jeongguk set you on the bar top. His lips moved back to yours as Taehyung's hands found their way to your shirt. His large fingers fumbled with the delicate fasteners.

"Just fucking rip it." 

Grabbing the edges he quickly  pulled it apart, the sound of  buttons bouncing off the floor was barely heard over all the heavy breathing.

Sliding it down your arms his mouth moved to the back of your neck. You could feel his lips sucking hard on your skin, sure he was marking you. It felt divine and you couldn't bring yourself to care. If a man could make you feel this good already you were dumping your boyfriend the minute this was over.

Expertly unclasping your bra  Jeongguk moaned at the sight of your tits. 

"So pretty."

His mouth started back on your lips and patiently made their way down. Your chin, your neck, your chest, your nipples, no part of your skin was untouched by the two men. 

"Layback sweetheart." 

Taehyung moved to take his turn with your mouth as Jeongguk took off your shoes and tights. Your skirt was still fastened around your waist but was hitched high to allow easy access to your panties. 

"Do you always wear sexy panties or were you expecting something tonight?" 

Unable to speak, your head was in the clouds. Every touch, every hot breath on your skin sent you reeling.

Leveling his face to your mound Jeongguk dragged his nose across your clit. "Can I take care of you?" 

"Fuck please."

You clenched as his fingers hooked around the lace and worked them over your thighs. Depositing your panties into his pocket he found his way back to you. 

He explored with his finger first, tracing your folds then dipping it inside you slowly, repeatedly. 

"Jeongguk," his name slid out of you in pleasure.

Not one to stand idly, Taehyung used one hand to cup your breast and the other to unzip his pants.

Pulling himself out, he watched for your reaction and wasn't disappointed when your jaw dropped. His cock was huge, long and gerthy, the tip was reddened with arousal.

You gripped his balls in the hand that hung over the backside of the bar. The curls of his shockingly full black bush felt soft against your fingers as you stroked him. 

Jeongguk's mouth was heaven on earth. Seven months of pent up sexual frustration was about to be released under the careful guidance of his tongue. 

Taehyung rolled your nipple between his fingers, "How do you feel now?"

"So good. Guk you're gonna make me cum, please make me cum.." 

Like white light washed over your brain there was nothing but the feeling of pure pleasure. Pulsing around his fingers as his tongue did a final lap you came loud and hard.

You couldn't move it was glorious, the smile on your face felt dumb but you couldn't make it go away. 

"Better now?" He asked while kissing you. He knew damn well what the answer was. 

You could taste yourself all over him.

"I want you in my mouth, I want to return the favor."

He helped you down and you both awkwardly stood looking at Taehyung.

"Rookies."

Taehyung impatiently directed the scene.

"Jeongguk you're going to sit on the bar, Y/N you'll be standing here sucking him off, ass out over here where I'll be." 

You both looked at him in surprise.

"Ok so maybe I've done this before. Can you just fucking trust me." 

Quick to take his clothes off, you came face to face with Jeongguk's body for the first time. 

Muscles, abs and a trimmed happy trail that led to his gorgeously thick cock. How many words can describe perfection? You just wanted him in your mouth. 

He hopped on the bar and pulled you in for a kiss. Your hand falling from his hair to his thighs traveling over the hard muscle until your grip found what you wanted. He moaned as your lips worked their way around him up and down his shaft.

Taehyung stood behind you and lined himself up with your sopping entrance. It was tight and a little uncomfortable but you pushed back wanting him desperately inside you. 

Gripping your hips he found his rhythm, his cock filling you as you let Jeongguk occupy your throat. 

His hand moved on top of your head but instead of pushing you further onto him he stroked your hair. 

"Look at you, so beautiful."

You wanted to please him, to make him feel good, you wanted him to say your name as he came. 

"Fuck, I'm sorry...I'm close. I'm gonna cum, you feel too good."

You went harder and stroked faster until you felt the warm explosion in your throat. 

"Fuck, that was amazing." He kissed you while Tae continued on with his mission to make you cum. 

There was an urgent knocking on the back kitchen door and Taehyung's notifications started going off incessantly. 

"Shit, Fuck, I'm sorry baby, I totally forgot I asked some people to come. 

Quickly zipping, he left to open the door.

You sat up looking embarrassed trying to quickly gather your clothes. 

The ripped blouse hung open barely covering you. Noticing your predicament Jeongguk  handed you his button down with a small smile, "You can borrow this, I'll be fine in my t-shirt." 

"Thanks, I'm going to go pull myself together in the office and I'll slip out the back."

Leaning in he kissed your cheek, "Goodnight Y/N, I'm sorry we got interrupted." 

He was so cute, "It's okay Guk, you gave me exactly what I needed tonight." 

You got to the office door unnoticed. The three young women entered in a perfumed stampede.

"There's our other sexy bartender." You watched as they flirted and fawned over him. You felt ridiculous, what a stupid thing you'd just done.

With a knitted brow Jeongguk looked over as you closed the door behind you.

______________

Successfully dodging them both until Friday nights service it was time to face the inevitable. Running down the features and vip guest list with the staff you made it short and to the point 

"Let's have a good shift everybody!" 

Jeongguk came over and ran his hand up your arm, "You okay? It feels like you might be avoiding me?" 

"It's just been a crazy week, that's all. I mean what we did was totally not something I do, I mean, I'm not like you and Tae. Then I went home and ended my relationship.." 

"You broke up with him? Wait, what do you mean like me and Tae? Can we talk in your office for a minute?"

Taehyung came exuberantly bounding over to interrupt, "Are we making plans for a repeat tonight?"

You fumed at him and pointed up the hall, "Get in my office Taehyung." Switching directions you turned, "And Jeongguk, bar, NOW!"

Slamming the door behind you Taehyung laughed, "I see you're still frustrated?" 

"You're crossing the line Tae. I don't want you inviting random women here after hours anymore. You should be setting a better example for the newer employees." 

He looked at you quizzically, 

"New employees? Oh my god you like him don't you?" 

Redness creeped over your cheeks, "That's not what we're talking about here." 

"Isn't it? Were you jealous those girls showed up last week?" 

"What? No, it's just...I can't have you breaking the rules all the time." 

"You and I both know I've been breaking the rules since day one and only one things changed, you've got a crush on Guk." 

You stared at him in anger and he just smiled at you, god he was infuriating. 

"Get your ass out there and do your job okay?"

He opened the door to leave but turned back around. "He didn't stay. He never stays." 

"What are you talking about?"

"Last week, Jeongguk. He left about fifteen minutes after you. Said he was tired and needed to get some sleep before his early shift." He grinned with a wink and went to work. 

____________

You watched the clock anxiously, you'd have to leave the office sooner or later. 

Just before last call there was a knock at your door. Opening it without approval Jungkook stepped in. 

"Do you have a minute?" 

"Yeah, come sit down."

"I wanted to return these." He handed you your panties.

"Oh...thanks."

Instead of the chair he sat on the edge of your desk. 

"I was just wondering if there was a possibility I could get moved off the bar? I could be a server or do something in the kitchen, maybe if you need help in the office?"

"But why? You're really good at what you do and you make great tip money. I mean, I don't want to lose you so whatever keeps you happy I guess we'll fit you in somewhere." 

"It's just...you said something earlier, you said you weren't like me and Tae."

He was looking down, focused on the hole in his jeans. "I met someone and I'd really hate for her to think of me that way." 

You put your hand on his thigh covering the hole so he'd finally look up at you.

"I didn't mean it to sound judgy, shit I'm sorry. I don't think it's wrong, it's just I've never had casual sex or been with someone who I don't care about." 

Finally looking up at you, barely audible he confessed, "I've never had sex with anyone I didn't care for either." 

You weren't sure if you were interpreting his words correctly. Did Jeongguk like you? 

Your mouth hung agape as he pulled you up from your chair.

"I dont want after parties with drinks and casual sex. I want to go home after a long shift and make love to my girlfriend." 

God that sounded good. 

____________

You came out of the office to find Tae was the only one left. He was surrounded by papers and receipts. 

"I thought I'd start doing the end of night,  Are you guys sticking around?" 

Jeongguk smiled, "I think we're gonna try something new tonight."

Taehyung grinned from ear to ear, "No problem, I can be responsible, I got this." 

You rolled your eyes.

"Uh huh, I'd better not find any condoms laying around in the morning." 

You'd gotten about 10 steps away before he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Hey Guk," he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Make sure she cums!" 

If you find any enjoyment in this fic I implore you, please fucking comment like or reblog. I'm a needy bitch.

#jungkook smut #taehyung smut #bts smut #bts au #bts fic

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Five

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"Hey, Nikki, c'mon!" The sound of Fred shouting on the other side of the bathroom door pulls me to my feet, making me swing the door open and catch myself on the side of the doorway before I can face plant. 

His expression is neutral, but I see it in his eyes...he knows they're losing me. "Three more nights to go," he reminds me, "make it count." 

I wipe my mouth, following him down the hallway, catching a glimpse of Vivian talking to Izzy while Steven's got his arms around her hips, pulling her to sit in his lap and she does, patting at his arms while he rests his cheek against her back and closes his eyes to rest a second as her conversation with Izzy doesn't skip a beat. 

Maybe she's sleeping with all of them. 

Not like it matters at this point. 

We're over anyway and I'll probably be dead before either of us can even file. 

She looks like she's about to look at me but I make sure to cut away from looking at her to avoid being caught, grabbing my bass from the tech as Tommy starts in on the drums, the screams of our fans echoing backstage as Mick, Vince and I head under the stage, my fingers lightly brushing against her crucifix around my neck for a split second. 

I'd stolen it when I found it in Duff's bathroom...when people asked me, "dude, how'd you take that news? You kicked his ass, right? You showed that cheating bitch, right?" 

Well…

The Night Before

"Hey, Nikki, man, can you help us with this?" Slash asks me once I get my room's door open, and I raise my brows. 

"With what?" I reply, confused. 

He motions down the hall, and I peek my head out to see Steven and Duff trying to push a desk out of Steven's room.

"We're fucking with hotel. We need help getting the desk, chair, lamp, and night stand from Steven's room into the elevator before someone needs to use it." He explains. 

"So they can have a more comfortable ride." Stevie pipes with a grin. 

I've been locked in my room all day and I won't get to see these guys until the end of next month starting in a few days, so…

"Hell, yeah." I agree, stepping out of the hall. 

"Where's your clothes man?" I ask Duff when I get to him and Steven, helping them push the desk along the carpet, to the elevator. 

He's in his boxers and a pair of his cowboy boots, and he replies, "me and this girl got in an argument and she stole my clothes."

I can't help but laugh. 

Poor Duff, he's probably never dealt with crazy, vindictive, mind-screwing women before. 

We get the desk and chair into the elevator before the doors try to shut, signaling someone needing to use it, and I'm snatching Steven out of there before it goes down. 

Whoever the fuck uses it will probably shit a brick once they realize it's gonna be impossible to get inside without crawling over the desk. 

After that, we get the elevator back pretty quick and finish the job before pressing every button in the elevator to make a stop at every floor, just to make people in need of it wait longer. 

"What're you guys doing?" I hear Viv's voice and turn to see her standing in the hallway with her room door open. 

"None of your fucking business." I snap at her, just as the elevator dings and the doors open to reveal all the fucking furniture, Izzy, and a groupie. 

They're sitting on the desk as if it's no big deal, and Izzy hops off of it and helps his lady friend down, the two of them looking at me and the guys. 

"Good one." Izzy tells us, nodding to the elevator and I chuckle as he passes by, lightly patting at my shoulder, saying, "goodnight, man." 

"Children." I hear Vivian mumble, shutting her door behind her. 

"She's not feeling good today." Duff tells me, trying to get me to drop it before I even pick it up. 

I don't listen, stomping to her door and banging on it. 

She opens it, and I sneer down at her. 

"We're having fun, what the fuck makes you think you can come out and shit on it when nobody even wants you on this fucking tour to begin with?!" I bark at her. 

"Nikki, all I said--"

"--I know what you fucking said because you've been saying it the past six fucking years. We get it. I get it. So just fucking drop it and mind your own goddamn business!" 

She shuts the door in my face, making me kick the door, before taking a breath, and turning to see Steven, Slash, and Duff, trying not to be too uncomfortable. 

"You guys got any booze?" I ask, knowing they do. 

"Yeah, man." Slash nods, motioning me to Duff's room. 

He hands me a bottle of Jack and I start downing it with no hesitation, wrinkling my nose at it's peculiar taste--more peculiar than usual.

"It's half Jack, half Vodka." Slash explains and I wrinkle my nose, my throat on fire as I cough. 

"What the fuck?" I ask, my head swimming, and he shrugs. 

"We got bored and figured we'd try it." 

"Don't let Viv know. She'll pour it out." I mumble, wiping my mouth, sitting on the foot of Duff's bed as he and Steven join us. 

"I know you two have a lot going on but go a little easier on her, man." Slash says to me, next.

"Yeah, you guys are our friends so seeing you fight is weird." Steven adds. 

"Like watching parents try to kill each other in front of their kids." Duff states and I sigh. 

"I know you guys are friends with her but you don't see what she's really like." I insist. "She's fucking nuts." 

"Trust us, we know." Steven scoffs. 

"She's a sweet girl, she's just going through a lot." Duff interjects, grabbing the bottle of jack/vodka from me, taking a sip for himself. 

"She was a sweet girl." I argue calmly. "Breakups just fucking make people unrecognizable. I don't see the chick I proposed to. I see a wicked bitch from hell that possessed her and just uses her body as a disguise." I add. 

None of them say anything, because they can't argue it. 

They see how we treat each other. 

It's a given I'll be an asshole, but when someone like Vivian starts spewing venom, it's because she's lost their fucking mind.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." I grumble, feeling my stomach wrench before I'm stumbling to the bathroom, vomit spewing past my lips into the toilet, my hand grasping the edge of the counter to keep myself from falling forward, the sound of the clink of metal against the floor as I accidentally knock one of Duff's necklaces to the bathroom tile. 

Once I'm done puking, I take deep breaths, closing my eyes for a moment before flushing the toilet. 

I reach for the necklace to put it back on the counter, before I get a good look at it. 

It's a small, sparkling cross a little too dainty for Duff...my stomach drops, my mind going back to the night I first met Vivian, when I first saw it around her neck and sneered everytime I looked at it. 

How she took it off before she and I fooled around for the first time, and everytime after that, until we got married…

My blood runs cold, another wave of nausea hitting me, bile rushing up in my throat before I can stop it, splattering onto the floor.

Maybe I would've been prepared had Vince told me what was going on. He'd found out after Sparkie got blacked out on smack and told him what he had discovered about saint Viv. 

It felt like a twenty-five pound weight had busted my balls. I didn't have time to think about it much in the moment.

"Gross." Steven wrinkles his nose a little as he peeks in to check on me. "I'll call the cleaning people." He adds, shutting the door, and I look at the necklace one last time before tucking it into my pocket. I'll confront her with it, later. 

I get out of the bathroom, Duff, Slash and Steven all looking at me.

"Dude, you alright?" Duff asks, smoking a cigarette, and I nod. 

"Yeah. I just feel like shit." I reply, trying to mask the fact I just found out he's been fucking my wife. "I'm gonna go lay down for a few minutes and see if I don't feel a little better." I tell them, stepping to the door. 

"Alright, man." Slash replies. 

"See ya." I mumble as Steven adds, "feel better, Sixx!" 

I get to my room, slamming the door, pacing, throwing my empty bottle of Jack at the wall and watching the glass shatter, my fingers raking through my hair. 

How the fuck could Vivian do this to me? How could Duff? My band gave his band a shot--a good one. I thought he and I were friends. You don't fuck your friend's chick. 

Okay, I fucked Roxy but that was different, I was high. 

Duff isn't into hard drugs and Viv's sober so neither of them have an excuse for it. 

A pit grows in my chest as I think a little more.

What if they were messing around back when she posed for Playboy? Maybe that's why he went with her…or maybe they've been at it since before Vanity let it out that me and her were together…that would explain why Viv hid him from me for so long.

My nostrils flare at the thought. 

Who the fuck does she think she is?! Cheating on me?! Does she realize how many girls would love to be married to me and here she is with my own fucking buddy. Heartless cunt. And he's an ungrateful bastard. I gave his fucking band a shot at getting what they've been hungry for and this is how he repays me? Nailing my wife on the very tour I invited him to play on? 

I take heavy breaths before stepping to the phone, dialing Tansy's room number. 

She's supposed to be back by now from her little break, and when I hear her answer, I sigh in relief. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey, Tans, whatcha up to?" I ask, grin on my face, knowing exactly what she's about to be up to, if she isn't already.

Tansy and I were like arsenic and cyanide. She was like Vanity--without the batshit craziness, or the sex. We'd hang out and just spend hours getting high together. I was one of her best friends, so it should've been my job to protect her, but if that were the case, I would've been encouraging her to throw her smack and coke out, instead of always wanting to hang out just so we could get high together like it was a bonding experience or something. Yeah, seeing each other at their fucking shittiest really bonds people to one another, right. 

It was a punch in the stomach when I found out about all the hell she'd gone through for years, that made her want to get lost in drugs, and eventually made her want to get lost past the confines of this life. 

A majority of her friends were protective "manly" men who would fist fight a pole if need be, well, Steven, at least. 

We were supposed to protect her. 

And I know, "Well, you didn't know." 

We would've known, had we paid more attention, and I wasn't paying attention because I was like a woodpecker with its head in a branch, except my head was in a pile of smack.

I hang my head over the toilet, vomit pouring from my lips as my head reels with dizziness, my veins aching as Tansy rests against the bathtub, slobber rolling down her chin from being in the same position I'm in only a few seconds ago. 

Our burnt spoons and sharp smelling foils are left to the floor as we're taken over by a monster bigger than ourselves, the sound of Slash, Steven, Duff, and Vivian's laughter from the hallway creeping past my door, slipping under the bathroom's door, pushing through the smoke and mirrors, nearly shattering my high before it even has its full start.

The next night results in the same outcome, only this time, I've decided to pick myself up with help from my favorite smoke, except the hit from the crackpipe comes with the expected.

Sweat beads down my back as I shake, curled up in the bathtub with the shower's curtain pulled, hearing the footsteps of my room's intruder. 

"Nikki?" A familiar voice calls softly, but the demon in my ear overpowers my want to go to her. 

I curl further into myself, squeezing my eyes closed, my shaking hand gripping at the cross around my neck that belongs to her. 

"If you're real just make it go away." I'm saying before I can stop myself. "Help me cut this shit, and give me my wife back." 

I knew I hit rock bottom when I prayed to a God I didn't even believe in…and I guess, in the end, my prayer was answered, but fuck if I didn't get in my own way.

I finally coax myself out of the tub after a few more minutes, seeing the light is off in my room under the door, before I open the bathroom door, my hair standing on end, my bare, ragged feet moving as quietly as I can move them as I pad onto the carpet, stepping to the bed where a figure is laid out, the shine of red hair across a pillow radiating from the bathroom light drifting into the room. Peaceful, sleeping features show no threat, but something wicked is beating in my head as I slowly approach her, my boney knuckle rubbing at her cheek, slowly, opting a tired, soft moan to leave her, her body shifting before stilling. 

I know it's bullshit. It's a facade. I know she's waiting for me to fall out so she can leech off of me. 

Fucking witch. 

If I pass out, she'll strike, and I won't make it out alive. 

Her nails are clawing blood from my arms as she gasps out, kicking her feet when my hands lock around her throat, my eyes glossing over as she tries to scream out. 

Her hand bangs, hard, against the wall the bed is against, her hands trying to fight me off as tears roll down her cheeks, her face beginning to turn a deeper shade of red. 

"Nikki, what the--Nikki, what the fuck?!" I hear Fred's voice, but I hear it as if I'm under water, my focus captivated completely as my eyes burn into Vivian's before I'm being snatched off of her and thrown into the floor. 

She's a coughing, gagging, gasping, crying mess. 

"What the fuck, Nikki?!" Fred yells at me and I look at Vivian. 

It's as if I'm coming back to myself, the reality of what I just tried to do…

What the fuck, Nikki? You already fucking shot her, and now this? If you don't get your shit together you won't have a fucking wife to patch things up with!

What am I saying? I already don't. She's fucking Duff. 

She's legally married to me, but emotionally she's already been single for months, now.

I didn't strangle her because I was pissed over Duff. I strangled her because in my fucked up paranoia I was convinced she was going to kill me, first. 

The truth was she wasn't. Duff, on the other hand, definitely considered it once he found out. But I don't blame him for it, now.

The next night, I feel my lip curl as I spot greasy, unkept hair, and scabbed, yellow skin. 

Sparkie's smoking a cigarette, his arm around Tansy. 

Its fucking pathetic. 

He's contributing to her demise--if not the reason it kickstarted in the first place--and she still looks at him like he's the only dude on the fucking planet and she can't get enough. 

My mind drifts to what would happen if by freak chance Vivian did decide to try something with him. 

It makes my skin crawl to think of Vivian in the same position as Tansy: doped up, exhausted to the point she can't fight back when she's pimped out by him, worn down…

The mere idea of it makes bile rise to the back of my throat. 

The fact Tansy's gone through it only adds to my nausea. 

I hold it in and step past them, glaring at Sparkie. 

"Stay away from my fucking wife." I threaten him and he flinches a little. 

Pussy. 

I spot Axl shooting a death glare at him from the corner of my eye. 

He looks pissed as a hornet, his sharp jaw clenching and unclenching as Vince and Tommy walk past him to get ready to go on stage. 

I hear Skylar crying from the dressing room with Sharise--they came down a few nights ago. 

I look back to Axl, tension getting tighter and tighter in his body. 

All it takes is Sparkie clapping his hands one good, loud, time, just to see Tansy's jittering, withdrawal-beginning, body nearly jump out of it's own skin. 

This does it. 

Out of fucking nowhere Axl is tackling him like a linebacker, not giving the walking incarnate of an STD time to think before he's beating the shit--literal, shit--out of him, the putrid smell taking up space backstage, making me and the guys gag as Fred, Doc, and Izzy try to get the pissed redhead off the junkie.

I expect Tansy to be screaming or crying like usual when someone gives Sparkie what his punk-ass deserves, but she makes no protest to Axl. 

I immediately look away when Viv comes into the picture, a look of worry on her face as Axl yells: "Bitchy little princess, I'll give you a fucking reason to go fucking shoot up!" 

The smell of Sparkie's shit continues to permeate the area as Doc and Fred get him away from Axl. 

Tansy just stands still, her big, blue eyes blinking at Axl.

I meet Vivian's gaze, noticing the cake of makeup covering her neck, and a pit is dug into my stomach. 

Fuck. 

"Dude, you good?" Tommy asks me, and I nod. 

"Yeah, just grossed out." I mumble, seeing Izzy leaning against the wall, dry heaving from the smell as Viv and Duff coax Axl down the hall to their dressing room.

Me, the guys, Emi and Donna all get into position, and I try to shake off all the shit that's happened, because we need to have a kickass show. 

As soon as mine and Mick's cue hits, and I'm face-to-face with thousands of people who all want a piece of me, I can't control uneasiness of my stomach, and when I take a moment to grab a drink of water, my throat ignites when I down a gulp of vodka, instead. 

What the fuck? 

I figure it's set aside for Mick, and try not to let it happen again. 

Only I do. 

Repeatedly throughout the show.

And that on top of smack, on top of the Jack Tommy and I chug during part of the show, leaves me sloppy as hell and stumbling off stage come curtain call. 

I see two Duff's stomping over to me, looking the most mean I've seen him ever look, Vivian on his heels. 

"Hey, man, wha--" 

I don't have time to finish my question. 

He knocks the shit out of me in the blink of an eye, and I stumble back, not able to react in time before he's shoving through Fred and Doc, giving another punch to my cheek, but I strike back this time, twice, before he just starts waylaying me relentlessly, Vivian screaming, stupid enough to try to get between us before Izzy's yanking her away. 

I feel my skin split under the pressure of one of Duff's rings, my vision spotty before he's thrown back by Fred and Axl. 

"You mother fucker!" He screams at me viciously as Doc comes to my side. "You stay the fuck away from her, you understand me?!" 

"Duff, it was an accident!" Vivian cries out hoarsely. 

"Look at your fucking neck! How is that a fucking accident?!" He's so pissed he's nearly in tears, too, and I feel my heart pound as I see where the makeup has been smeared off of Vivian's neck, revealing dark bruises in the shape of my fingers. 

"He was high!" Vivian insists.

"He was high when he shot you, he was high when he proposed to another woman, he's high everytime he treats you like shit, he was high when he fucking tried to kill you last night…" Duff rambles off, his face bright red. "...Stop excusing his bullshit with 'he was high', he's not high--that's just who the fuck he is, now!" He shouts, her feelings hurt from the looks of her expression. 

"Come on over here and see who the fuck I am, now!" I can't help but to spit out, even though I'm in no position to win a fight. 

"No, no!" Fred scolds as he and Doc are in front of me while Steven and Axl stay with Duff, trying to calm him down. 

First Axl and Sparkie, now me and Duff, all in one night. 

I bet Fred and Doc regret bringing them on tour, too, because I sure as shit do. 

If I felt like arguing anymore I'd ask Duff how my balls taste since that's where Vivian's mouth spent a good amount of time the past six years...if I wanted them to know that I know about them, I'd say it. 

If I knew it would make a difference, I would. 

But I know it won't, so I keep my mouth shut. 

#gateway drug #nikki sixx #mötley crüe #nikki sixx fanfiction #nikki sixx x oc

[jjmaybanksblog]

Safe Haven- Kiara Carrera

Request: hey! I was wondering if you could do 36, 52, and 96 with Kiara? Like her house got broken into or sm and she comes to you all shaken up? thank u!

(Not my gif! Credit to the owner!)

Summary: Kie arrives at your house, shaken up and wounded. You take care of her, letting her know she's gonna be okay.

Word count: 775

Warnings: blood, burglary, and mentions of a knife.

Prompts: 

36. “Hey–I accidentally cut my hand, I think I need to go to the hospital. Can you drive me? … Why are you looking at me like that? There’s not even that much blood!”

52. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

96. "Here, take my blanket.”

You jumped off of the sofa when someone began pounding their fist repeatedly on the front door. You checked through the peephole to see Kiara. 

You let her in and she immediately slammed the door shut. "Hey Kie." You welcomed her, noticing how she was holding her left wrist, your eyes switching to drops of blood falling on the floor. "Kie?" You whispered. She furrowed her eyebrows at you, "hmm?" You pointed to her bloody hand and she nervously laughed. You grabbed a blanket and threw it over her wound, applying pressure. "Here, take my blanket." 

"Oh right funny story. I accidentally cut my hand, I think I need to go to the hospital. Can you drive me- why are you looking at me like that? There's not even that much blood!" Kiara mumbled, clearly in shock, her laugh faltering. Your eyes glazed over at the amount of pain and fear written in her eyes.

"Kie you're soaking through the fucking blanket! Go get in the car I'm coming." You gave her your keys as you grabbed medical tape and gauze. On the way to the hospital you were rambling and so was Kiara about how it happened. You made Kie wrap her hand up in gauze as you drove.

"So funny story actually so some guys tried to break into my house and I was holding a knife panicking in the bathroom and I called the cops and they said just get out of the house and run for safety so I jumped out the second story bathroom window and I totally forgot to let go of the knife and I landed weird slicing my palm open and as I was running I was like okay who can I go to and then I realized you feel like my safe haven and I immediately ran over to your house. So anyway how was your day Y/n?"  She spoke one sentence, not breathing until she finished. 

You held onto her non injured hand. "It's okay Kie, we're almost there." You sighed, mentally thanking God that it was only her hand that got injured. 

You pulled into the hospital parking lot and made your way through the doors. You ran, dragging Kie in by her non injured hand into the lobby. "My friend cut herself badly and she needs stitches."

~Minutes of filling out paperwork and stuff pass by~

Kiara was called in, asking if you could come with her. She was sitting down in a chair, her arm on an armrest. The doctor began to disinfect her wound, "this is gonna hurt." He spoke as he began to wash her cut with soap and water, dunking a cotton ball into the mixture. 

She flinched as soon as the water fell into it. Kie squeezed your hand as pain ran throughout her body. "It's okay Kie, you're almost done." Once the doctor finished with cleaning it, he began to stitch it up. Kiara was rarely one to cry in instances like this, but it hurt more than she could take.

You swiped away tears that escaped her eyes, pressing a comforting kiss to the side of her head. After a few minutes, Kie's hand was stitched up and in a brace. She paid the bill and left the hospital. You drove by her house to see police cars lined up, men you could assume were the burglars being stuffed into the back of the police cars.

"Can I stay the night with you?" She mumbled.

"No need to ask Kie, of course you can." You placed your hand on her knee, Kie's hand immediately holding in with hers. The ride back was awfully quiet, you didn't know what to say and she was still in shock. Mostly annoyed with herself that she got himself injured, that she didn't protect her house. It was a moment of panic.

You pulled up in your driveway, turning off the engine and slumped back into the seat. "Come on hun, you need some sleep." Opening the front door, you kicked your shoes off and led her to your bedroom. Kiara changed out of her clothes, you gave her an extra pair of Pjs she leaves at your house. 

Kiara laid on her side as she snuggled into your bed, carefully resting her injured hand on the pillow. You laid down next to her, her fingers accidentally touching her arm As your fingers made contact with her skin, she subtly flinched. "Hey, hey, calm down. They can't hurt you anymore."

Kie relaxed, nestling herself in between your arms, pressing a kiss to your cheek as a thank you. "Goodnight Kie." 

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[ladyfeldspar]

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

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

This is hella long, sorry not sorry.

Some days I think season 6 is my favorite season.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love Stan's expression here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They honestly made SS and GL look so creepy. 😂

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

Someone just let Tweek go home, please!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RUN TWEEK RUN!!!

The walkie talkies are such a nice touch. 😂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like what even is going on in this scene. 😂

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

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

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

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

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

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

[timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic]

Chapter 1 - Hang My Head, Drown My Fear, ‘Til You All Just Disappear...

Detroit Michigan, MGM Grand Hotel May 17 2017

(Chris is 52, Andi is 29)

CHRIS:"Fuck... why won't this fucking key work!" I growl as I stick the hotel key in the door and jiggle it as best I can but nothing is working.

"Chris, hey man... here I got it, " Martin Kirsten says as he catches up to me and sees me struggling with the hotel key. One thing about having a bodyguard is that they always seem to be right up your ass even when you least expect it. I step aside exhaling as he tries the key for himself. Amazingly he is able to open it. He turns and smiles at me gesturing for me to go in, I just roll my eyes and head inside my hotel room.

"Is there anything else you need Mr. Cornell?" He says as I head over to the small desk in the room, my laptop sitting on the desk waiting for me to answer some emails.

"Um... I could use something to take the edge off," I say as I sit down at the desk, flipping my curls out of my face and attempt to turn the laptop on.

He steps into the small washroom, and I hear him turn on the tap filling up a glass of water, then moving back over to me, pulling out a bottle and giving me two pills.

"Fuck, this fucking thing isn't starting up again," I say as I force stop the computer and try to start it back up again.

"Here, let me?" Martin says.

"Have at it," I say disgruntled gesturing to the MacBook as he hands me the pills and the glass of water. I take the pills from him swallow them as quick as I can and he hands me a couple of Oxycontin which I crush up on the desk and treat my nose to that sweet burn.

"It seems to be dead... here... I'll uh..." Martin trails off and finds the cord to the MacBook but still no response from it. I eventually just tell him to forget about it for now.

"Is there... anything else.. you need at all?" Martin clears his throat as I take the last sip of my glass of water.

"No, I'm good..." I sniff still slightly feeling anxious and irritated but it should subside in a bit.

"Ok," Martin says and makes his way towards the hotel room door.

"Goodnight Mr. Cornell,"

"G'night..." I throw him a half smile as he heads out the door. Once the door closes, I walk over to it and lock the deadbolt.

Feeling exhausted with the release of euphoria kicking in, I lean back in the chair a bit, flip my curls out of my face and run my palm over my cheeks, feeling the stubble on my face. Fuck, it's been a long night, and damn this ringing in my ears wont stop. Suddenly my iPhone starts ringing and I notice it's Vicky again. Fuck, I wish she'd just leave me alone. I let it ring for a few minutes and realize she won't give up so instead I pick up the phone.

"Hey... yea... no...what...? Yea... I told you I was sending you those papers. No, no I didn't... is this what you called earlier for? No I'm just... I'm just tired... no I didn't... What is that supposed to mean...? Wait what are you talking about? look, my lawyer is contacting your lawyer so there really is no need for you to keep calling at all... Vicky... No... hey don't hang up, Vicky? Vicky...! Fucking God damn it!"

I hang up the phone and toss it on the desk. Why does she always have to do that? Why does she always have to make me feel like this. I'm always fucking up. I'm never good enough. I know I'm the one who wants a divorce but she doesn't need to make me feel like this. I can't help it. I want out. I just wish it didn't take me so long to finally see her for who she really is.

I get up from the chair and head to the bathroom. I rummage around in the bathroom and find exactly what I'm looking for.

"You want a piece of me... well I'll fucking show you,"

This is it. I'm gonna do it this time. I'm done.

I take in a deep breath close my eyes and know that at any moment, I won't have to worry any more.

No more pain. No more burden. No more sadness. I will be free.

All of a sudden I hear a loud crash, then a scream that sounded like nothing I ever heard before coming from the next room over. I flick my eyes open, let go of the breath I was holding and look around the bathroom for a moment to realize what I was just about to do. I start to pant and feel shaky as I take the rubber exercise band off from around my neck. Then there was another loud noise in which I started to panic.

"What...? What the fuck?" I say to myself and throw the rubber exercise band on the floor and storm out of the bathroom.

I quickly make my way to the door, open it to see the hotel hallway dimly lit, and someone disappear around the corner. The door to the room next to mine was wide open but no lights on at all. I could feel my heart pounding as I peer in through the door and see a young girl laying curled up, face down on the floor completely naked. I look around the hallway and see no one, then look back and walk in the room to see if she was alright. As I approach her I could see that she was breathing, but she wasn't moving at all.

"Holy shit..." I say to myself and grab one of the hotel sheets from the bed and move over to her, crouching down beside her to cover her up. I didn't know what to do.

Should I wake her? I need to wake her to make sure she's ok.

"Hey... uh... miss?" I clear my throat and gently rub her shoulder. She groans and suddenly begins to cough, loud and hard.

"Jeezus, are you ok?" I ask worriedly.

I move my hand up to her face where her dark curls lay strewn across and push them away to reveal her young features. She turns her head as she tries to stop coughing, her brow furrowing as she attempts to catch her breath. Her eyes flick up to me, dark and slightly clouded as she looks like she's trying to make out just who she was looking at.

No fucking way...

"Hi.. you uh, you alright?" I ask again. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to her. Suddenly her eyes grow wide, gasping as she quickly sits up, shrinking away from me.

"Hey, no it's ok... I'm not going to hurt you," I say trying to re-assure her. She looks down at her self, her dark curls falling down around her shoulders and a few curls falling in her face, realizing she was completely naked in front of me and quickly grabs the bed sheet to pull it up to her bare chest.

She flips her curls out of her face and looks around the room, looking like she's trying to figure out where she was. She looks back down at herself examining her arms and legs almost looking like she's trying to make sure everything is intact and then flicks her eyes back to me.

She then lets go of the blanket she was holding and before I could stop her, she moves so quickly over to me and wraps her arms around my neck, embracing me in a hug.

I was so surprised at first that I just sat there for a moment but the feeling of her hugging me was something I didn't know I needed until it happened. I slowly move my arms and place my hands on her sides, slowly moving up her back, feeling her soft smooth skin under my rough calloused fingers. She continues to hold me and I can hear her softly crying as I move my arms to hold her tighter to me.

Holy Shit...

"Shhh... it's ok..." I say softly. She slowly pulls away from me, wiping her tears from her cheeks, but seemingly not caring that she no longer held the bed sheet to cover herself.

"I'm sorry," She half giggles, still wiping away her tears. I glance over her, and my heart begins to pound.

It's her... I can't believe it's her.

"It's ok..."I give her a half smile trying my best to not make it awkward for her, and she moves back to wrap her arms around me once more.

"Mr. Cornell...? Mr.Cornell - Oh, shit, I'm sorry..." Martin says when he walks into the room and sees me holding this young woman, clad in only a bed sheet in my arms.

"No, no man it's ok... what is it?" I ask as I turn and look at him, while she pulls away from me wiping her tears and wrapping the sheet around herself.

"Uh, Vicky called and wanted me to check on you. You weren't answering your phone so she panicked and called me to make sure you were ok... Are you... ok...?" Martin trails off awkwardly as I now see how this might look to him.

"Yea, yea, I'm ok... just tell her I was down at the bar or something... I don't know whatever you can come up with..." I say suddenly being brought back to the miserable reality that I so desperately wanted to be free from.

"Ok... um... do you need anything... maybe... at all?" He says glancing at her and then back to me.

"No man, I'm alright... but what time is it?" I ask.

"Just after midnight... um... 12:17am," Martin says glancing at his watch.

"Ok... uh... thank you," I say and he nods, giving me a half smile then leaving the room. I turn back to see her giving me those worried eyes again and I softly smile at her.

"My bodyguard... he's always up my ass...." I joke and she giggles, the sound making my heart flutter like it always has. It's been years, but it's her. I didn't think I'd ever see her again. She's so young but so gorgeous and I feel all those feelings bubbling up to the surface again. I've known her since I was 15 years old, she's still exactly the same and so incredibly beautiful.

She came back to me... She finally came back to me.

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[pbandjesse]

Today was excellent but I am so tired. Like enough that as soon as I just laid down I started panting. I am so excited for sleep. Today was great and it's been a really wonderful vacation but I'm going to need a vacation from the vacation. Thankfully i planned and budgeted well and I'll be at my parents for a few days and then i have most of August off. To refresh and to move to the new apartment. It's going to be very good.

We did not sleep well last night. I was to hot. I miss my fan. And the ac would turn on and off loudly all night and I was judt on edge. I woke up before Jess and got dressed and tried to feel better. She got dressed too and we headed to the surf cafe.

We didn't have to wait to long. Though sitting outside was nice. And I enjoyed people watching. I was very hungry and it was good they give you a free mini muffin when you sit down. Very excellent. And the food was really good. I got scrambled eggs, a piece of french toast, a couple pieces of fruit, and the best hashbrown potatoes. The fried square kind. A great breakfast.

After breakfast we did some window shopping. I got James's parents the horse shoe crab for christmas. I didnt buy anyone anything else and i feel kind of bad about that. I did get me and James and my parents a whole lot of fudge tonight though.

Jess get a pitcher that looks like a corn cob. But mostly we just looked at stuff. We went to the neat thrift store that is also a cat rescue. Jess got a very good sign that says "Guys no shirt no service. Girls no shirt no charge." If she didn't buy it i would have because it was very funny.

We did some more window shopping. And then around 1 we went to varsity for lunch. Because they make amazing tomato soup. And it was so so excellent even if we were very very full after.

We used that fullness to give ourselves energy to go to the beach after that. And that was a lot of fun. We sat under the boardwalk. But mostly we sat in the tide. Enjoying the sand and very small clams. We did that for a long while. Took pictures with the water proof camera. Well see if those come out.

We found a tide pool that had been created by the jetty and got to see tiny crabs. And it was just very pretty. I had a lot of fun.

We played in the water a bit. And went back to sit in the surf. Eventually we went back to our chairs. It looked like a storm was coming in. So we were getting ready to leave about a half hour early. When the guy next to us started freaking out about getting all their stuff out. And started kicking sand at this Indian family. And yelling about how can you do this to a person! He did it enough he fell over, and the family asked if he was okay and he just stormed off. He was so racist he fell?? What a fucking hot head.

We left once that family was gone. And went back to the condo. I got a shower and then we took a very long nap.

Like very long. I woke up at 7pm. Almost 3 hours for that nap. It was pretty good though. The storm had passed, if it even happened at all. And we were tired but ready to have a fun night.

I wore the new sneakers Jess got me. But i didnt have the right socks snd got a blister. But we still had fun. We had pizza. And lemonade. We got surprise boxes. We got candy. Eventually we went and got unlimited writer bands for rides. We did a couple. Got our monies worth. I had a really good time. Even if my feet hurt real bad.

I took my shoes off once we were back on the boardwalk. That helped. We went to try to play a claw machine but i didn't like any of them so i just bought a toy i liked. Its a squishy cat. And once we finished walking the boardwalk we came back here.

Now we are in bed. I got another shower. I dont feel as bad as I did when i started this post. We shared a cup of noodles. I packed all my stuff. And now im just ready to sleep.

I hope you all have a great night. Tomorrow we are gonna do a couple things in the morning and then home. Im excited to see my parents. Its going to be a really nice rest of the week, just like it was a really good weekend. I hope it is for you as well.

Goodnight!

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Belargo the Coin Dragon

"Hey, shopkeep, what can I get for this? Found it on a recent venture in southern Duskain".

Kit faced a small roadside wagon set outside of Lupren in central Duskain. Drawing the short straw, he was sent out to run errands while the rest of the crew set up camp. Usually, they would stay at an inn when this close to town, but after being robbed of your gold and some of your supplies you learn to make do.

“Looks beat up, but the knife is still sharp. I'll give you six gold for it.”

The shopkeep was a stout man, short too. You could almost mistake him for a dwarf if he grew a beard. He stepped back from the counter and put away the knife. Kit looked around at the pines and straightened his coat. Winter was coming and it was coming fast, frost had been on the ground that morning.

“Aye, here you go. Six gold, as promised.”

In the shopkeep's hand. There were six coins, but there was also a tiny silver dragon clutching one of the coins. Kit tried to softly tug the coin away from the dragon, but to no avail as it growled and hissed at his hand.

“The dragon comes with the coin, sir.” The shopkeep gruffly spoke “Little guy never lets go of his coin, so he always goes with. He's traveled to about every shop in the town, and who knows where he was before that. Try and spend ‘im somewhere else so he gets to travel.”

“I… uhh…” Kit held out his hand. The dragon perked up and scampered onto his hand, up his arm, and perched on his shoulder.

“By the way, the lil guy responds to Belargo. Have a nice evening now.”

The shopkeep didn't give time for Kit to respond and closed the window to the cart. Dumbfounded, Kit decided it was best to spend some of the gold and get food for the crew.

After shopping for a while, Kit finally returned to camp with dried goat, dried fruits, and one gold. The camp had been set while he was gone, and his two companions were already sitting by the fire. On the left sat a black kobold named Arua, on the right sat a dwarf named Gurk. Both seemed to be laughing at some joke Arua had just finished, her jokes were known to be a bit raunchy and a favorite of Gurk's.

“Hey, Kit, we found a log for ya to sit on. Find anything good out there?” Gurk's voice rumbled deeply. “I can smell the meat, toss it ‘ere!”

“Fine, calm down Gurk, there's plenty for us tonight.” Kit, pulled out a piece before slinging the sack over to Gurk. “Got some fruits for the road as well.”

There was a moment of silence.

“We have one gold piece left” Kit said “though it uh… it comes with this little guy” Kit proceeded to reach into his jacket, and show off Belargo in the palm of his hand. “Merchant said the dragon comes with the coin, never leaves it either. Figured we can keep the little fella for now at least. His name is Belargo.”

Arua had already approached and convinced the dragon to her hand by the time Kit was done talking. “So, he's sorta like our little mascot now, huh?” Arua chirped. “ Who's a good wittle fella, huh?” as she pet the dragon with her finger.

“We should get to sleep soon. We have to catch up to Silvereye if we're going to claim that bounty.” Kit stated. “We've come close to losing the trail a few times, so we can't let him slip out of Lupren without us knowing.”

Belargo trilled happily as Arua rubbed his belly.

“Well, silver dragons are a sign of good luck.” Gurk said. “Maybe we'll catch Silvereye at the gate tomorrow before he gets the chance to slip!”

“Well, if we are gonna do that, it's best to turn in soon. Goodnight guys.” Kit yawned through the sentence.

The group had a peaceful night and rose early the next morning. After tearing down camp, the went into Lupren to try and spot Silvereye, the infamous murderer. She would leave a silver piece in the left eye of her victims, and was more than rich enough to pay off the law. The bounty was big, it would definitely make up for the money the group lost a while ago.

Kit was leaning in the gate of the town, watching over the street. The sun had barely risen, and the streets were near empty. Kit was having a hard time staying awake before his head flashed with pain and his vision went black.

When Kit came to, his hands were tied behind his back and his mouth was gagged. In a chair across the room sat a very large man with two other brutes standing beside him. One of them had a bloody bandage wrapped around his nose and cotton in his mouth.

“Ah, boys, our guests are finally awake.”

Kit looked around and saw Arua and Gurk both tied up. It looked like Gurk was hurt the most, he must've spotted the thugs before they got him.  

“Now, I have a question fellas.” The chair creaked as the man stood up “Why are you following miss Silvereye, eh? You couldn't be bounty hunters, could ya? I hear plenty in that profession die gruesome deaths.” The man towered over Kit now, blackjack in hand. “Some of ya even go through torture. So why are you followin’ the miss?

Kit spat at the man's boots. Before he had time to make a snide comment his head exploded in pain and his vision went blurry. Blood started dripping down his temple. Before he knew it, he was hauled up by his hair and pinned against the wall.

“Now, I asked you a question. I think it's best for you to answer.” His breath smelled like beer and onions.

Kit remained silent

“Fine, I see you won't talk If I hurt you. How about the little miss there? Skellen, grab her. Tie her up to the chair.”

Arua was hauled over to the chair. Her fighting back was pointless, she was much smaller than any of the thugs. After she was tied up, the leader let go of Kit and walked over to the chair.

Kit started struggling against the rope, trying to get free to save his friends.

“So, what's a little miss like you doing out here? It's easy to get hurt y'know.” The leader slammed his blackjack into her stomach. “I think it's best to admit to what you did, we might kill ya faster then.”The leader put a hand on Arua's shoulder and cocked his other hand back.”It's a shame sweetheart, you're pretty for a fucking lizard.” A small flash of fire hit the hand on Arua's shoulder. The leader roared in pain and reeled back, clutching the burn on his hand.

“FUCKING WITCH! SKELLEN, KILL HER!”

Kit had worked his bonds to the point he could slip a hand out. Skellen was standing over Arua, confused by the small dragon on her shoulder. Belargo had clambered his way up to Arua's shoulder from one of her jacket pockets. That gave Kit just enough time to tackle Skellen while he was confused. The third thug stumbled back, surprised by what was happening.

Kit took the knife from Skellen's sheath and cut his throat, then sprung back up to assess the situation.

Gurk was still tightly bound and Arua's chair had been knocked over, she was struggling with the rope. Stefan had cast aside his blackjack in favor of a shortsword. The third goon had drawn his sword as well and was getting ready to charge.

“So, you really do want to be tortured to death, huh?” The leader growled “I'm gonna put your head on a fucking pike in the middle of town!”

The leader rushed forward and thrusted his blade at Kit's chest. Kit turned aside and kicked at the ankles, causing the man to tumble. Before he could do anything else, Kit was pommeled by the other goon. Luckily, he missed Kit's head and bashed his shoulder instead, causing Kit to fall over in pain. The thug but his boot on Kit's back, pinning him to the floor.

The thug raised his blade, and readied to stab Kit through the neck.

Kit heard a loud thud and a crash, followed by a string of dwarven swears and a fist meeting flesh repeatedly. The foot was no longer on his back and Gurk was free of his bonds,  beating down the goon. Arua had also escaped hers, but hadn't gotten up yet.

“You think… that I'm just gonna go down that fucking easy?” The leader stood back up, and whirled his blade.

“I mean, I was sort've hoping so. I've had a rough week, and your fat ass made it worse. Sorry I have to take it out on you.” Kit threw the knife at the leader's head. It would've hit if the leader's reaction was any slower, he deflected the knife with his sword.

The leader charged, whirling his blade around and making it difficult to get much closer to him. Kit saw an opening, but the leader read his movements and slashed as his side while sidestepping away. The blade caught Kit on his upper arm, leaving a deep wound. Kit cried out in pain and clutched his arm, making a feeble attempt to staunch the flow. Having lost his balance from the blow, Kit crashed into the wall and fell back over.

“My name is Sellus Drihart, and I’ve never lost a fucking fight. I’m not gonna lose to some cut-rate bounty hunter.”

Sellus swung his sword at Kit’s head. Arua cried out, her lifelong friend was about to meet his demise and there was nothing she could to. She couldn’t make it in time. The sound of a blade cutting flesh and cracking bone echoed through the room. Arua screamed, and found the knife on the floor. Kit wasn’t dying in vain.

“... your blade isn’t as sharp as you think, Sellus… don’t you know it’s important to keep it sharpened after every fight?”

Kit sat there, blood pouring out of his right arm and his left hand, sword embedded in his palm. He seemed to barely be conscious. Sellus stood there, shocked. He then yanked the blade and readied for another swing.

Sellus had no time to swing though, Arua had already closed the distance and slashed his achilles tendon with the dropped knife. Sellus crumpled to the ground, unable to stand back up. Arua made quick work of Sellus, repeatedly stabbing him anywhere she could. After it was all said and done, Arua fell to her knees out of pure exhaustion. Kit had fallen unconscious, and Gurk had just finished off the last thug, with a few less teeth than before.

Silence rang through the room.

Gurk finally spoke. “ I guess silver dragons aren’t much luck after all…”

Both of them stared at Kit, he was basically their leader and what brought them together. Neither of them knew how to patch wounds like he had; especially his hand which was almost dangling off from the rest.

Belargo skittered over to Kit, and started lapping up the blood. Before Arua or Gurk could stop the dragon, the blood began turning silver in color, running up into his wounds. The wounds started shimmering, and then began closing. Scar tissue grew rapidly and stopped Kit’s bleeding. Belargo’s horns rapidly shrank in size until they were little nubs on his head, and then the dragon fell asleep.

Hours later, Kit woke up in an unfamiliar room. Arua and Gurk sat by his bedside. After a flurry of questions which were mainly answered with “I’m alive”, “I feel like shit”, and “I need water.”; Arua screamed something about Kit’s eyes. Kit didn’t really understand, his head started ringing. Stumbling over to the mirror, Kit noticed a few things immediately. His wounds were covered in a very rough scar tissue, it almost looked scaled. Each of those scars burned like fire when touched. Lastly, his eyes had taken a sterling silver color and resembled those of a dragon.

“Guys, What the fuck happened to me? Where are we?”

Gurk calmly explained that they were still in Lupren, in the Blitzed Imp Tavern. Then told Kit about Belargo and what happened after Kit had passed out.

“Little fella still hasn’t woken up.” Gurk explained “Fixed ya up and hasn’t moved a muscle since.”

Kit stumbled over to where Gurk and Arua had made a makeshift bed out of rags and a spare pillow. Belargo was nestled beneath the rags, with only his head sticking out.

Slowly, the dragon’s eyes opened. Kit’s eyes almost exactly matched Belargo’s. The two had been bonded by dragon magic in the attempt to save Kit. Nobody knew what this meant for them, but they were soon to find out. This was only the beginning of an adventure, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in centuries.

-END OF PART 1-

This was inspired by a writing prompt that was thrown my way! It had reached Tumblr fame before, but I figured I'd give it a shot too. Thank you of you've taken the time to read this, I'd love to know what you think! Have a good one!

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