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LOOK AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANT SO MUCH FOR (TOUR) DUST SPOILERS, OKAY?
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Set list:
(1) That Pink Seashell spoken word thing actually opens the show
(2) Love from the Other Side: I assumed they'd play this first, and they did, and they looked very happy with the reception that it got
(3) The Phoenix
(4) Sugar, We're Goin Down: I overheard two guys when I was leaving saying, "I only came to this show for that Sugar song, and it was the third song they played," whatever to those two guys lol
(5) Uma Thurman
(6) A Litttle Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me
(7) Chicago Is So Two Years Ago: I know they always play this song when they play Chicago but the way the show is set up, there's this spoken intro that references a light being left on in Chicago, and then they launch into this song, and so I feel like maybe it's permanently in the set list for this tour, we'll see.
(8) Grand Theft Autumn: Patrick told the story again of how he wrote the lyrics while jogging with Pete. Here is exactly what he said, because I recorded it, hahaha: "I wrote this song out here, jogging, trying to figure out the words. This was back when I wrote a lot of the words. And Pete was jogging with me and he was like, 'Eh, maybe change this, maybe change this.' Before we knew it he was writing all the lyrics." And then Pete said, "Imagine us jogging" lolololol
(9) Calm Before the Storm
(10) This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race: They added a little Peterick-y moment in here? I don't remember them playing at each other during this song in previous performances? It was cute, it was during the instrumental part before Patrick leads the singalong, maybe I've just always missed it? They played it each other and kind of did some kind of kick thing with their legs??
(11) Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes: Honestly, always a delight to hear this song, this is one of my favorites <3
(12) Heaven, Iowa: THIS SONG LIVE, I SWEAR
(13) "The Take Over, the Breaks Over": OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG AND I TOTALLY DIDN'T EXPECT THEM TO PLAY IT, I WAS SO HAPPY
(14) Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet: <3 Guess they got over being scared of playing this one lol
(15) Fake Out: I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW EXCITED I WAS THAT THEY PLAYED THIS ONE OMGGGGGGG. Also, there was some plan I wasn't aware of to, like, hold up cell phones with pink paper over the lights so the crowd lit up pink???? I have no idea who engineered that but it was CHARMING and at the end of the song Pete said, "Thanks for that, guys, that was beautiful," and the stage was on darkness so it seemed absolutely spontaneous on his part and I think they really did like the effect, so, Idk, future shows, keep doing it????
(16) Patrick did some kind of piano interlude where he played "Don't Stop Believin'"????? It was random but he was super charming, I think the rest of the band used it as a break, it was just SO GREAT. Part of his intro was: "Pete was putting together this show and he said to me, 'Hey, you should play piano.' And I was like, 'I kinda only play songs I wrote. I don't really play piano. I don't know how to play piano.' And he's like, 'Eh, you'll figure it out.'" And then Patrick sat down and played gorgeous piano ugh THANKS, PETE.
(17) Last of the Real Ones: I am glad Mania got some love.
(18) Save Rock and Roll
(19) PETE RECITED BABY ANNIHILATION WHAT. I SWEAR TO GOD. I SO DID NOT EXPECT THIS AND I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT IT HAPPENED. If you're going to the show, pay attention, because I looked away and apparently there's, like, a magic trick at the end of the monologue where he disappears behind a piece of black silk?????
(20) Crazy Train cover: I...don't know what to say about this randomness hahaha but it happened??
(21) Dance Dance
(22) Hold Me Like a Grudge: I think Patrick adores singing this song, I really do.
(23) G.I.N.A.S.F.S.: I KNOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, EITHER.
(24) My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up)
(25) Thnks fr th Mmrs
(26) Centuries
(27) Saturday <3
The show ends with a little piano version of So Much (for) Stardust played over the sound system, so pay attention for that.
The set is super Alice in Wonderland-y and I adored it, it's playful and fantastical and has all these whimsical touches and interludes and I just thought it was delightful and at one point there were bubbles, and I heard some people complaining after the concert that the fantasy thing didn't suit their style of music and really, I was surrounded by downers after the concert, I thought they were perfect hahaha. Like, ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. They looked so, so, so tangibly happy, all of them. Patrick sounded fantastic and he looked like he was having a blast, he smiled the whole time.
I have a lot of videos but they seem like they're all pretty terrible, but I'll see how I feel in the morning lol
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Warnings: 18+ mdni. established relationship. fem!reader. aged up kat. anal.
a/n: i finally gave in and wrote this filth, ok. it's been on my mind for a while, please forgive me lol.
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THE moan Katsuki lets out is guttural.
He’s sweating like crazy on top of the navy blue sheets as he pants, the lust-driven look in his eyes purely male. Releasing a small sigh, the freshly-turned twenty-six-year-old smirks at the feverish warmth to surround him by the time his heavy cock sinks fully inside you.
Being balls deep inside your tight ass is pure bliss. All lubed up and twitching in delight to really relish the lewd birthday gift you give him every 365 days, and which he's so very impatient to receive, Katsuki doesn't mind at all that he's one year closer to thirty as he chuckles and shoves himself even deeper carefully.
The short "Hah... Fuck yeah, baby." is purely derisive by the time his entire length experiences the pleasant tightness of the tiny hole you don't allow him to fuck all that often. You're all stretched out as you accept him. He's so lucky.
You squeak when he pushes further inside you slowly; sweat-coated body trembling in the firm reverse cowgirl position he holds you in. Your legs are squeezed together and bent at the knees. He's pushing them further against your chest with the help of his rough hands resting on the back of your thighs, just so that he can actually impale you on his fucking cock. You feel like you're going to explode from how badly he wants in, in, in.
He's relentless.
"Ki," you whisper, brow furrowing at the pang of hot ache to sear through you when he angles himself better and pushes even further. "Easy, baby. I-I know you're excited, but... We gotta take it sl-... Oh, my fucking god, s-slow...! Go slow, baby. Please."
"Mhmmm, goin' slow and easy, pretty... Anythin' y'want," he replies dazedly. His words have nearly become an incoherent slur and twist of tongue from how good you're making him feel, but all the bitter liquor he's drank at the small get-together you've surprised him with - and which he pretended he hated - might be one to blame as well.
After all, the vanilla cake you got him for his 26th birthday was sickeningly cute on purpose; entirely covered in rich buttercream icing and drizzled with colourful sprinkles, which he swears gave him a headache whenever he looked at them for too long.
You've even went as far as to make him blow out the candles that had been propped up in the middle of the giant scribble of icing, spelling out a dramatic: ‘Happy birthday, Katsuki!’ in bright red colouring.
All of it is clearly a symbol of your loving, albeit taunting relationship - he knows it is. You buy the stupid cake for him just to be a menace every year, but he still ate every last bite of the giant piece you handed him at his super secret surprise party - the one that isn't even that much of a surprise, after the third annual time it's happened - even though the bridge of his nose wrinkled in annoyance during the entirety of him chewing the silly thing.
The presents he received from his friends were okay. The texts that kept making his cell phone beep were annoying. The long phone call he had to endure from his mother and father so that they could congratulate their son on turning one year older in his outrageously busy life was outright pesky. Truth be told, Katsuki felt low-key thankful by the time his birthday at long last came to an end and he was able to drop his tired body into bed.
But he feels good now - getting to do anal with you. So good, in fact, that he'd even consider enduring all of the birthday antics you tend to pull on him as some twisted form of a sick joke. Actually, he'd let you watch him suffer in his little party hat, and would let you take photos of him blowing out the shitty candles, if it meant that he would be spoiled rotten like this at least once every few days, every week, every month, every year; not just on April goddamn 20th.
He's just that greedy. That horny for that tight peach of yours.
"Ah, fuck... Ki!" You whine now; this desperate, prolonged sort of sob that yanks him right out of his thoughts as you say, "You feel s'big inside me... So, so big."
"It's 'cause you feel so damn good, babe," he compliments in reply, the tone of his voice so utterly strained. "You've got me s'hard that it makes my fuckin' dick hurt." It's true. He's ready to bust a nut so embarrassingly quick from how good it feels. It's a lucky thing that he's as stubborn as he is to resist it.
There's a wildfire in your eyes that he knows is there, despite that he can't see it when you grit out, "Well, your dick hurts me!" It hurts me so good.
"Yeah?" he says, unable to wipe the crooked, lazy grin from his face now. His hands grab a better hold of your thighs, calloused fingers digging deep into the plush flesh so that he can keep you still when you start to squirm. "Well, it ain't my fault you've got such a fuckable ass, huh? I wish I could see how pretty you look like this... With my dick up that tight hole of yours."
You're about to bite back a snarky remark, though nothing comes out except for a slutty moan the moment his thick fingers find your clit. A waterfall of filthy curses he rarely hears you voice leaves your pouty lips and sticks to ceiling of your shared bedroom at the divine friction he gives you now. It seems that he isn't the only one that gets to be spoiled this year.
He starts to rub lazy circles on the cute, sensitive button - all languid and precise, until the hole that's empty of him starts to flutter in response, and you begin to beg him to start pounding into you so that you can be filled up to the brim with his warm seed as soon as possible. The anticipation makes your legs literally shake. You're barely able to keep it together - and this fast, too.
Katsuki listens to your high-pitched pleas that grow both in fervour and necessity as more and more time passes. He's mindful as his hips begin to rut into you, keenly listening to the lewd squelching noises the lube produces with that heavy pat, pat, pat, and your heavy breathing when he gets an even better angle and strikes home. The clench you give him in response is so potent that he's about ready to lose his fucking mind.
The entire room smells like caramel from how much he's sweating. Salt is literally dribbling down both of his temples, but he still keeps going. He just can't stop. Not when you're about to cum from having his big, fat cock inside your ass.
"Gonna-... Gonna cum soon! Fuck, fuck, fuck - I-I'm so close, Kat."
"Yeah? I gotcha, baby... I gotcha. Imma take care of you. Gonna make you cum, promise."
Your curves jiggle against his abdomen as you take his dick like a fucking champ and keep on bouncing; nearly squealing in a pitch so high it makes his ears hurt when he pinches your puffy clit and turns you so overstimulated that you're nearly ready to squirt and gush all over him. As you squeeze your eyes shut and tip over the edge only minutes later, plunging into an orgasm of a different kind, that you only dare to experience once a year as a treat for your brute of a boyfriend.
He follows not a moment after you've floated up into the heavens and turned brain-dead. Everything feels fuzzy inside your mind as he fills you up with his cum and lets out another broken moan and a grunt of an especially nasty curse, but the warm ropes of white are pleasant as they coat your walls. You can tell he's been barely withholding his own climax; the entirety of his body feels so stiff and hot underneath you. Even his jaw is clenched so tightly that it clicks when he snaps it shut. It's just a different kind of experience, after all. Everything is more intense, hence why his eyes are rolling back and his head is sent tipping into the mattress.
"Maybe-... Fuck, oh my..." You suck in a sharp breath to recollect your buzzing thoughts as the words fade away into silence and you stick to his heaving chest until you're practically glued together. He's cummed so much that his cum leaks out of you even if he's still inside you, dick slowly going soft and tender. The milky release is drooling right down to his balls by the time you finally manage to finish your sentence, "Maybe we should take a picture next year, mm? Since you wanna see me so bad."
"I'd like that," he whispers quietly, pulling you closer and kissing your naked shoulder gently. "I'd like that a whole fuckin' lot, baby."
It's true. Katsuki may not like being the birthday boy and the attention it brings, but it’s different when he gets to spend it with you. The presents you give him on his birthday are always the best, after all.
To say that he can barely wait for the one he'll get for his 27th would be an understatement.
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I like your nature.
It mixes so well with mine.
Two bodies to tango.
Our limbs become intertwined
I-I-I eat girls like you for breakfast.
Look inside ya, if you let me.
Pull you apart, disconnect ya.
I'm a monster after all.
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Call me crazy, I don't mind.
"That's alright."
Got you on my plate tonight.
"My sweet delight."
Dinner time, beside the candle light.
You're the type to feed my appetite.
Nasty, sick, obsessive parasite.
I am always craving more.
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Where you goin', little moth?
Come to my candle light.
I'll keep you company
Inside the quiet dead of night.
Pin your wings to a board.
Takin' in the sight.
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I used to wake up early. Go for a run, have a shower, prepare breakfast. And then I would head to Uni or to work, depending on what I was doing at the time, with the entire day ahead of me. But that is another life, belonging to a different person. I have changed, I think. More than any disease or any bite could have done, it's the world that's changed me. Not even killing has affected me more than the subtle ways in which the gears of life, of the world and its people, shift to suit their needs. I remain, in a way, like a child who has just discovered that there is evil in this world, and I may just be part of it. I wish the night sky would light my eyes as soon as I open them, as if someone had lit a thousand candles in front of an altar just for me. Far behind are the days of prayer, of going to mass at school, of wondering and of mysteries. The mysteries have faded into this neverending dusty road, like an oil spill.
It´s not the night sky what greets me when I open my eyes, but the roof of our stolen RV. The most recent one, that is. When I joined them, this gang, or clan, or whatever they are, I was told the norms were strict, but simple: you gotta kill to stay alive, you can't get caught no matter what, and you need to keep moving. And stay the fuck away from the sun. That´s why no light penetrates the windows of the RV: all have been covered with tape. This is part of the routine. We feed, we destroy the evidence, and then we keep moving, usually changing vehicles. I don´t check the time, I don´t want to wake anyone up. But my internal clock tells me it must be late afternoon or early evening. It's summer, so it´s not dark enough to go out yet, we still have a few hours to spare. Last night we managed to put some good distance between ourselves and the last place where we fed, a crappy roadside motel in the middle of the desert with only a handful of hosts. As if someone was going to miss them anyway. I sigh, looking at the rusty roof of the RV. This was the only option we had when we checked the cars parked next to the motel, everything else was too small for all of us. But the piece of shit has definitely seen better days.
I shift a bit, trying to get more comfortable, but a strong pair of large arms is keeping me locked against the chest of the one who bit me. Severen is all sorts of crazy, but he has been completely dedicated to me since he brought me into the pack. If something can be said about him, is that he is protective. Almost like a jealous, rabid dog. At first I thought it was only an act of territoriality, and sure, there is some of that, but then again there is a softness in his eyes that I can see only sometimes - when we laugh at something silly, or when he kisses me, or when he undresses me when we get some time alone. He's mostly an asshole, and a total flirt who chases anything than moves, but he is also the most loyal man I have ever known. And he can be sweet, and silly, and terrifying, and all of those at the same time. He makes me feel like a stupid schoolgirl infatuated with her first love, instead of a grown ass woman. The bastard. I'm such an idiot, I think, as he mumbles when I shift on his lap. He's still asleep, but pulls me closer to his chest. Thanks fuck our body temperature is basically as cold as the one of a dead body, otherwise I would be boiling. I breathe deeply, inhaling his scent. Musk, leather, cigarettes, and the smell of sex from the previous night. Sweat. A hint of bourbon. I sigh, content. I'm so stupid, even his smell makes me feel safe. He pulls me closer to him, mumbling something incomprehensible in annoyance. I chuckle, turning around to kiss his jaw, and I feel him stirring under my weight, almost like a content feline. He locks his steel blue eyes with mine, now fully awake.
'Yore not goin' anywhare, baby', he mutters.
I smile, leaning into him.
'As if you were gonna let me, you shithead'
I hear him chuckle lowly with that silly cackle of his. I rest against his body, enjoying our closeness until it's time to get up. The night will bring its own terrors, but at least this moment is ours.
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This came out of nowhere! Not sure what to think about it yet. It doesn't even have a title. I just needed some comfort 🥴 it's done in first person as I needed that kind of connection. And obviously my religious imagery had to be there because why did I get traumatised in school otherwise 🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️ also haven't done any proofreading nor anything so BEWARE
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“Do a flip,” Lo’ak yelled from the other side of the skatepark’s bowl. Spider was happy to show off, doing the requested trick and then some, to the cheers of his friends.
“That was amazing!” Kiri said, as Spider rolled to a stop in front of her.
Spider was grinning from ear to ear, “thanks!”
Lo’ak slung an arm around his shoulder, leading him to the skatepark’s exit. “How about we swing by 7 Eleven, grab some slurpies, some snacks, head home, play some video games, maybe watch a scary movie…”
“Hell yeah bro!” The boys fist bumped.
Kiri nodded her approval, “good idea. We shouldn’t be out tonight.”
The boys gave her matching questioning looks. “Why?”
Kiri rolled her eyes like it should be obvious. “Because it’s a full moon.” When the boy’s continued to look confused she sighed dramatically. “The full moon makes people crazy.”
“Sure sis,” Lo’ak said, clearly dismissing his sisters beliefs.
“It does!” The sibling banter couldn’t help but make Spider smile as he simply watched his friends. A gentle breeze ruffled his braids, the evening summer sun, casting the whole world in a warm orange glow. For mid August the weather was absolutely perfect, not oppressively hot like the past few weeks had been. Spider savored the moment. In just five days, school would be starting again, forcing him back into the confines of its bland monotonous walls, without the company of his foster siblings…
Miles jolted awake, the happiness he’d felt in his dream, instantly being replaced by sinking dread. The nightmares had started shortly after his one year anniversary in the cabin, increasing in frequency as the days went by. He only classified these dreams as nightmares because of the anxiety they spiked in his waking life. If Pa knew that he was reminiscing about the old days…..
Things had been so good between them too. Miles could almost pretend like they were a regular father and son, spending their summer on a camping trip, hunting in the woods, fishing, having bonfires, and sleeping under the stars when the weather allowed for it. It had all been so normal. So easy. Of course his treacherous brain would have to mess that all up.
The following morning Miles attempted to eat breakfast, his chin propped on his elbow, holding up his head as he struggled to stay awake. Pa’s calased hand reached out from behind him, carding through his hair, giving him affectionate scratches behind his ear. “You haven’t been sleeping well lately have you?” Miles simply nodded his head. “Something on your mind?” The question made his heart skip a beat but he forced it down, shaking his head no. “Is your room too stuffy then? We can sleep outside tonight if you want. You always like that.”
“I’m fine Pa.” his voice came out low, heavy with fatigue.
“Mmhm.” The man didn’t buy it, but didn’t continue pushing the subject. “Take a nap after you eat. Your school work and chores aren’t goin' anywhere.”
Neither am I, he thought bitterly. “Thank Pa. I’ll do that.” And he did, making himself comfortable on the couch, basking in the sunlight like a spoiled house cat. He was jolted awake again only twenty minutes later. In this dream Kiri and him had been hanging out in her room, playing with a Ouija board, attempting to summon the spirits of their dead moms. They had thought it darkly funny, starting their séance in the middle of a storm, lightning candles everywhere. Her laughter still echoed in his head as he sat up trying to will the thoughts away.
“Well that didn’t take long.” Miles looked up to find his Pa watching him. The man approached placing a hand on the side of his face. “You were mumbling in your sleep, but I couldn’t make out the words. What were you dreaming about?”
“Nothing!” His father gave him a stern look. Miles backtracked, “I mean I don’t remember. Must have been a nightmare.”
“Mmhmm.” Pa didn’t believe him and Miles knew it.
#spider socorro#miles spider socorro#miles quaritch#colonel miles quaritch#cabin in the woods#kiri sully#lo'ak sully
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Where You Goin, Star?
Bucky Barnes x Reader
BikerAU
Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.
Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.
Chapter 15
Warnings: swearing, angst
The rest of the week flew by as Star spent hours preparing for the upcoming trial and working with business associates to manage her businesses. The Saturday night before the trial started Bucky planned a quiet and relaxing evening in for just the two of them.
Since they were still sticking close to Stark tower, for safety reasons until the trial was over, he asked Pepper for help and planned a picnic in Y/N's room. Pepper called Y/N to shop at her place and they spent hours looking at clothes, debating styles, fabrics and colors.
It was after 6pm when Y/N realized how much time had passed "Damn Pep, why didn't you tell me it was getting so late? I was supposed to meet Bucky 20 minutes ago." She grabbed her phone, surprised that there were no messages.
Pepper looked at her knowingly "How are things going with you two? Anything steamy to gossip about?"
Y/N felt her face heat up and shook her head "No, nothing like that. He's just been very supportive and protective. A good friend."
Pepper looked at her sympathetically "I understand why you are being careful but that man is crazy about you. It's written all over his face. Yours too. Taking it slow is smart but don't let John or your fathers words throw you off track. They were hate filled bastards so don't let them ruin what you have."
Y/N wiped a tear off of her face, still overwhelmed at any kindness offered to her "Thank you, Pepper. You don't know how much your and Tony's friendship and support has meant to me. I really had given up on the idea of people helping others for the sake of helping, without any conditions or expectations." She hugged Pepper quickly "We'll finish this shopping later." And bolted out of the apartment and to her own.
The door was unlocked so she knew Bucky was already there but she wasn't expecting her rooms to be turned into a fairy tale. There were twinkle lights everywhere and a few candles, which made the room glow softly and left a hint of vanilla behind. Mellow jazz was playing softly.
Bucky looked up at her and smiled nervously, hoping that she liked it, that he wasn't moving too fast. The smile on her face encouraged him.
"Welcome home, Star. I have supper ready if you're hungry. Have a seat on the pillows in there and I'll bring everything out."
When they were settled in Bucky's nest, eating dinner he told her about his day at the motorcycle shop, the custom bike he was working on for a client. The customer who had a fit about paying the already agreed upon charges and how a 10% discount shut him up.
Star told him about the progress she was making sorting through her father's business mess, deciding the fate of each individual business and property. And about shopping with Pepper.
Bucky smiled at how she was slowly coming back to the woman he had fallen in love with. Like every layer of her father and John that she pulled back and let go of revealed more of the woman she was meant to be.
They picked out a silly movie to watch and cuddled up closely, Star on his lap, his arms holding her steady. At one point she laughed so hard she pulled away from Bucky and he took the opportunity to look at her in the soft lighting. He was still amazed, every day, that she was here with him, that they might have another chance to be together.
When her laughing calmed down, Star noticed him looking at her.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" She looked down as she felt her face heat up but Bucky gently grabbed her chin and pulled her up to look at him.
He shook his head "No, your face is beautiful. I'm just, I don't know, I'm still in awe and a bit of disbelief that you're here. With me. My Star is here and I'm expecting to wake up from this dream, like I have so many times in the last 3 years." He lowered his voice to a whisper and looked at her with tears in his eyes "Please don't be a dream."
She leaned into him and her lips brushed his so softly he almost couldn't feel it. He kissed her back, thrilling at the feel of her. She deepened the kiss, his mouth sweet and not aggressive like she was used to, when she was kissed at all. His tongue softly traced along the seam of her lips, he wanted her more than he could describe but didn't want to push her. She accepted his tongue and they danced until they both needed air.
Bucky slowly and softly traced his hands down her back, pulling her closer. Star moaned into his mouth, desperate for real affection instead of the way she had been used over the years.
When she felt his hardness pushed up against her, something in Star snapped and she was back in John's bed, she tried to breathe, remind herself that this wasn't him, that sex could feel good for her. She really tried but couldn't stop the images, the feelings and she froze.
Bucky felt her freeze and quickly pulled back to see her eyes were glazed over but before he could say anything she did.
"No, stop. I, nonono, John please. I can't, please" she pushed him away.
Bucky tried to soothe her but she was deep in a memory, thrashing in his arms with tears streaming down her face. "Please John, it hurts. Brock hurt me. Stop. Please."
Bucky relaxed His hold, hoping to keep her from hurting herself and rocking gently, whispering words of love and encouragement. His heart ached for her but he also felt rage over what they had done to his sweet Star. He would kill both of them with his bare hands if he could.
They sat like this for a few minutes until she calmed down, his voice bringing her back to reality.
When she realized what happened she pulled away from him, afraid to look him in the eyes and trying not to cry "I'm so sorry Jamie, it just felt like it took over my brain and felt so real." She glanced up at his face and caught his eyes. They were warm blue, like a tropical sea, and full of concern.
He hesitantly reached out to caress her cheek. She tensed a little but his touch was so warm and safe, he smelled so good. It felt like home and she relaxed, leaning into his hand.
Bucky shook his head "No, Star, don't be sorry. What they did to you was not your fault and forced you to live for survival. Now you will be able to really live but it's gonna take time to relearn." He kissed her forehead "I'll be here for you every step, however you need me."
Star looked at him sadly "I don't know if I can be that woman anymore, Jamie. Even if I find a way to heal, I have lived with the darker side of people for years. I'll never be able to unsee or forget everything."
Bucky smiled sadly "I know, doll. That kind of shit sticks with you. I had some troubles after we came home from Afghanistan. It still fucks me up sometimes but I learned how to live with it. And with myself."
He carefully pulled her back into his arms "You will too, your therapist will help and I'll be here."
Star shook her head and took a deep breath, afraid to say what she felt she had to say to him, in case he...
"Jamie." She said it so firmly that he pulled back to look in her eyes. Her insides fluttered.
"I, uh I don't want you to stay and help me if it's just out of guilt or some sense of obligation. I've already forgiven you and I um..." Her brain froze and her mouth stumbled over the whispered words. "I still love you and want to be with you." She took a breath to steady herself and cleared her throat "But I'm broken, don't know if I'll ever be ok again.
She looked down, unable to face his rejection.
Bucky felt his heart swelling, love for her filling every part of him. "Y/N, my sweet, perfect, shining Star. You are all I want. All I've wanted since the day we met and I will wait as long as you need me to. I'm not going anywhere if I have any say over the matter."
She looked up at him with wide eyes "But why? How can you...still want me? I'm broken. Used. How could you want someone like me?"
"Oh doll, everyone is broken in one way or another. I told you some of the stories from my time in the military or growing up with my POS father. Did you know you were part of my healing? All the shit with my dad, what he did to my mom the rare times he showed up. I didn't know relationships could be like ours. What we had and will find again. Just don't give up on me, on us. Please. Our love is too precious to let go of."
Star saw the love in his eyes and pushed past her fear to let herself trust in it, in him, in them.
"It's getting late sweetheart, lets get some rest." He picked her up and carried her to her bed before stripping to his briefs and pulling her into his arms.
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The next morning, Friday woke them up to have brunch with Tony, Pepper and baby Morgan. They had a fun brunch with a couple of drag queens that Pepper knew, listening to show tunes and playing trivia. When they were finished eating, Tony took Bucky to his lab to show him some ideas he had for motorcycle upgrades and Pepper took Y/N to her wardrobe where they indulged in massages, facials and mani/pedi plus champagne and edibles. Pepper hoped to keep Star distracted about the trial starting the next day.
Star was nervous, John and Olivia had been bad mouthing her to anyone who would listen, claiming that Y/N had been the mastermind behind everything that had happened from forcing John to end his relationship with Olivia so she could marry him, to having Sharon end her father.
She knew the evidence supported her version but she had been unceremoniously dumped by a couple of charities that she was involved with and some who backed her therapeutic stable pulled their funding. She could afford to pay for the stables operations but then learned some of the parents pulled riders from her lessons and it broke her heart. All she could do was tell her truth and hope people would come back when they learned what actually happened.
Pepper tried to console her "You know how people can be, over cautious, but the truth will come out and they will come back."
Star nodded in understanding "I know, it's just such bullshit. I haven't even been involved in that program since I married John."
Star had a light dinner with Pepper before having a glass of wine and an edibla with Bucky. They curled up together for a restless nights sleep, visions of worst case scenarios waking her up repeatedly until she gave up and climbed up to the garden on the roof to watch the sun rise.
@pattiemac1 @hhiggs
Chapter 16
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#james bucky barnes x reader#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#angst with a happy ending#biker au
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late night lover - t. fushiguro
in which Toji Fushiguro gets home late, and has nothing on his mind but you
warnings: NSFW MDNI!! Oral (fem! receiving), begging, praising, soft!dom Toji
“I don’t suppose this is for me?” A deep voice rumbles from inside your apartment. You figured it was your boyfriend, even though it was dark and you couldn’t see well. The room was only lit poorly with cheap scented candles. Different aromas filled the air, your talk vanilla candle overpowering all of them. Toji didn’t mind, he loved vanilla. It was the same scent in your soap, your shampoo, and your lotion.
“Bold of you to assume. I have missed you though,” you sneer, standing from your bed to come greet him. He notices you have little to nothing on, the thin t-shirt you wore left little to the imagination. It was clear there was nothing under it, the way your nipples poked through the cloth.
“Is this mine?” Toji asked in between kisses, tugging at your shirt. You gave him a slight mhm before going back to planting wet kisses on his cheeks and his lips. He sweeps you up off of your feet, carrying you and practically throwing you back into bed with him. You’re still peppering him with kisses while he lays under you.
“Ngh, you’re making me into a mess, y’know?” he smirks, biting at your neck. You giggle, brushing his hair.
“Nothing I can’t clean up,” you whisper, his black strands tangled between your fingers. His nips at your skin are enough to start driving you crazy. Your hands slip carefully under his shirt, tugging at it. He helps guide your hands, slipping it off. His chest is soft, your hands find their way on it. You can clearly feel every muscle in his torso and arms on you now, his strength always providing a comfort for you.
“Yer gettin a bit too comfy, aintcha?” he mumbles into your skin, purple marks forming on your neck, marks that you wouldn’t even bother to cover up. He puts his arms under your butt, lifting you up and flipping you onto the mattress, his large build towering over you.
“T-toji,” you stumbled over your words, as his large hands slipped your shirt off, leaving you exposed to him. A slight “heh” leaves your lips, the nervous laugh an effect of him watching over you.
“Damn… every time I see ya, ya just get more and more beautiful,” he compliments, kissing onto your collarbone. His lips on your tender spot force a whimper out of your throat. The noise only eggs him on, his mouth soon trailing down to your tummy to your pussy.
His tongue finds its way between your folds, licking up whatever arousal you had for him down there. He kissed your clit, a shock of pleasure shooting down your spine. Your thighs soon clasped around the sides of his head, clamping down to keep yourself steady. His tongue flicked back and forth between your clit and the rest of your flesh.
“Toji- please sir, I can’t take this,” you groaned at how gently he was handling you, his tongue softly licking up and down, as his hands gripped your waist, holding you up to him. He quickly dipped his tongue into your heat, pulling it out and continuing to coat your clit with his saliva and your own arousal. It was too much, the sudden movements across your spot, the stimulation.
“You’re doing a good job, jus’ keep goin’ for me, pretty girl,” he praises, feeling your climax coming in the way you move and twitch on him. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he pokes fun at you. You nod, too overstimulated to get mad at him. He starts to hum as he eats you, the vibrations enough to send you over the edge. Your hips buck against his face as he tries to hold you still, kissing the inside of your thighs as you cum on his face.
“What a good girl,” he coos, coming up to kiss you on the mouth, the taste of you still on his lips, “But I’m not done with you just yet.” He grabs your legs, wrapping them around his torso as he carries you out of bed and against the wall. The wall is cold, you can feel it send shivers down your spine. His warmth on your front and the cold on your back make you grip onto him harder.
He can’t help but kiss at your neck while his tip lies at your entrance, threatening to poke in. The noises of his sloppy kisses fill your ears as you practically beg for his cock with your body language. Graciously, he shoves it in, causing a cry to escape your lips.
“Please, Toji, s’too much, please sir,” you whine, as he continues to pump his cock into you slowly. In and out, he’s gentle with it, but not too gentle.
“I think you can take it for me, cantcha princess? Canya take it a little faster?” He asks, his movements slowing inside of you, waiting for an answer.
“Mhm! Mhm! Just give it to me, please,” you plead, wanting his full length inside of you. He pounds into you, your neck hitting the wall with low thuds. His arms are still wrapped underneath your legs, holding you up. That was the thing with Toji, no matter how much you weighed, he always kept you up steadily with ease. He could bench 500, it wasn’t too much of a problem for him.
“Yeahhh, there you go pretty girl, yer doin so good for me,” he groans, panting out as he slams into you. The way his dick hit your cervix made you crazy, but you didn’t want him to stop. Not now, not now.
You were so close, you could feel your second climax coming, his first. Nails buried into his skin, you clawed at his back as his thrusts became sloppy. He was going to cum too. He couldn’t make out any words, nothing to say. All he could do was pant for you, moan for you, cry out for you. All you could do was the same for him. The white hot feeling of your tummy being twisted into a knot, then suddenly released.
“I’m cumming Toji- ah!” You moaned, as his climax crashed against yours, groaning against your neck. Your head pressed into the crook of his neck, as he carried you back to bed. He knew he should help you clean up, but it was so late, and he was so comfortable holding you like this. He didn’t want to get back up, he just wanted to hold you into him, kiss you, love you. He mumbled a small “I love you,” in your ear, kissing the shell of it.
“I love you too, sweets,” you whisper, but he was already fast asleep. You pressed your head against his chest. I love you too.
#☕️.fushiguro toji#jjk#jjk imagines#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen toji#jujutsu#jujutsu toji#toji fluff#jjk toji#toji imagine#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji fic#toji x y/n#toji zenin#toji x you#toji thirst#toji scenarios#toji smut#dilf toji
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Call me crazy but... what would getting married to Abe be like?? I mean, he might not even believe in marriage due to his religious beliefs lol but if he did, it's gotta be weird!
Let’s face it we’ve all thought about it!👀🥰😂
Honestly I don’t think it would be as out of character as you think. In his mind you were already his property, so why not make it “legal”. Or course the wedding itself was just a formality… I think he would enjoy the ceremony more than he lets on.
There’s no doubt he finds you stunning.. but as you walk down the aisle, it hits him like a ton of bricks. You actually wanted to marry him? the universe was crazy sometimes… from captive, “unwilling pet” , to partner and now his wife?! No way couldn’t be him!
He still remembers the early days.. he swore up and down you were gonna be his.. you just didn’t know it yet. “ Yaint goin anywhere princess.. you know you love being here with me”
Luke used to call him delusional and poke fun at him for doing rituals involving you. Jars, candle work, moon phase spells.. Cynthia actually thought it was cute. Back when you were an unwilling guest.. she used to try to subtly warm you up to her brother. “ You know, normally we would have killed you by now” “ It’s almost disgusting how much he likes you”
By the time that the two of you were technically “together” the family had already accepted you. Luke loved to give him hell.. but still knew Abe always managed to get what he wanted. That didn’t stop him from flirting with you in front of Abe in the beginning… that ended with him tending to a black eye.
I don’t think being married to Abe would be any different than actually being in a relationship with him. Lets admit, that in itself would be pretty strange. If anything, subconsciously.. it makes him even more protective over you.
He never dreamed of getting married. He didn’t want to… what on earth made you so special? After a while he stopped questioning it. He knew it was over once he found himself actually caring about your wellbeing.
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Medley/Magic 8 Ball/Setlist Swaps
(All Medley songs are partial and on piano unless otherwise noted)
Day 1, Chicago:
Lake Shore Drive (Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah cover)
GINASFS
Saturday features Sisky Business
Day 2, Maryland Heights:
What A Time To Be Alive
Of All The Gin Joints In All The World
Day 3, Bonner Springs:
I'm Like a Lawyer With the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You)
Sophomore Slump Or Comeback Of The Year
Hum Hallelujah replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over
Day 4, The Woodlands:
Somebody To Love (Queen cover)/Take On Me (A-Ha cover)
Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)
Day 5, Dallas:
What A Catch, Donnie
(After) Life Of The Party
Day 6, Phoenix:
Spotlight (Oh Nostalgia)
Homesick At Space Camp
Hum Hallelujah after, but not replacing, The Take Over, The Breaks Over
Day 7, Chula Vista:
Nothing compares 2 U (Prince cover)
(Coffee's For Closers)
Saturday features Mikey Way
Day 8, Los Angeles night 1:
Mr. Blue Sky (Electric Light Orchestra cover)/Golden
G.I.N.A.S.F.S./America's Suitehearts
Day 9, Los Angeles night 2:
Every Breath You Take (The Police cover)/I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers
(After) Life Of The Party/Bang The Doldrums
Homesick At Space Camp replaces Chicago Is So Two Years Ago
Sophomore Slump Or Comeback Of The Year (ft. William Beckett) replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over
Hum Hallelujah after this slot
Saturday features Sisky Business
Day 10, Mountain View:
Allison (Elvis Costello cover)
The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes
Day 11, Salt Lake City:
What A Time To Be Alive/Hold The Line (Toto cover)
The Kids Aren't Alright
Day 12, Englewood:
Goin' North (David Stump cover, acoustic guitar)/Golden
Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner
Bang The Doldrums replaces The Take Over The Breaks Over
Day 13, Rogers:
(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace Love And Understanding(Elvis Costello cover, acoustic guitar)/What a Catch Donnie
I Slept With Somebody In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me
Day 14, Sommerset:
(No medley because of the thunderstorm)
Fame \< Infamy
Setlist shortened, eliminating: A Little Less Sixteen Candles A Little More Touch Me, Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, Calm Before The Storm, Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes, The Take Over The Breaks Over which gets replaced by Thnks Fr Th Mmrs, and the entire piano section (Medley w/Don't Stop Believin', Last Of The Real Ones, Save Rock And Roll and Baby Annihilation/Magic Trick w/ Crazy Train)
Day 15, Cincinatti:
What A Catch Donnie/Golden
Favorite Record
Hum Hallelujah replaces The Take Over The Breaks Over
Day 16, Noblesville:
What A Time To Be Alive/Golden
Where Did The Party Go
Homesick At Space Camp replaces Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, Bang The Doldrums replaces The Take Over The Breaks Over
Day 17, Cuyahoga Falls:
Hallelujah(Leonard Cohen cover)/I'm Like a Lawyer With the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You)
27
Day 18, Bristow:
Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner (Full, Acoustic Guitar)
She's My Winona
Bang The Doldrums replaces The Take Over The Breaks Over, 27 replaces Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet
Day 19, Charlotte:
Lean On Me (cover)/What A Catch Donnie
Dead On Arrival
Hum Hallelujah replaces The Take Over The Breaks Over
Tosh Peterson on drums for all songs
Day 20, Virginia Beach:
What A Time To Be Alive/Golden
7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen) (Patrick on drums)
Hum Hallelujah replaces The Take Over The Breaks Over
Tosh Peterson on drums for all songs except 7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen)
Day 21, West Palm Beach:
Dancing Queen (ABBA cover)/Golden
Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today
Bang The Doldrums replaces The Take Over The Breaks Over
Day 22, Tampa:
What A Catch Donnie/Golden
Miss Missing You
Dead On Arrival replaces Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, Hum Hallelujah replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over
Day 23, Atlanta:
Nothing Compares 2 U (Prince Cover)/I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers
From Now On We're Enemies
Bang The Doldrums replaces The Take Over The Breaks Over
Day 24, Clarkston:
What A Time To Be Alive/Golden
Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?
Chicago Is So Two Years Ago features William Beckett
Hum Hallelujah replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over
Coffee Mug (Descendents cover) before Hold Me Like A Grudge
Day 25, Toronto:
What A Time To Be Alive/Golden
West Coast Smoker/G.I.N.A.S.F.S.
Hum Hallelujah replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over
Last Of The Real Ones eliminated from the set
Day 26, Queens:
What A Catch Donnie/Just One Yesterday
I Am My Own Muse/27
Stereo Hearts (Gym Class Heroes cover features Travie Mccoy)/Cupid's Chokehold (Breakfast In America) (Gym Class Heroes cover features Travie Mccoy) replace Don't Stop Believin' (Patrick on piano, featuring all of the band), 7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen) replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over, Enter Sandman (Metallica cover, partial) replaces Crazy Train (Ozzy Osbourne cover, partial)
Last Of The Real Ones eliminated from the set
Day 27, Boston:
W.A.M.S.
XO/G.I.N.A.S.F.S.
Shipping Up to Boston before Bang The Doldrums which replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over, Sweet Caroline (Neil Diamond cover) replaces Don't Stop Believin', Enter Sandman replaces Crazy Train
Last Of The Real Ones eliminated from the set
Day 28, Darien Center:
Get Busy Living Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) (Acoustic guitar)/Golden
You're Crashing But You're No Wave/27
Enter Sandman replaces Crazy Train
Last Of The Real Ones eliminated from the set
Day 29, Holmdel:
I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)/What A Catch Donnie
Bob Dylan/I Am My Own Muse
Dead On Arrival replaces Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, Bang The Doldrums replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over, Enter Sandman replaces Crazy Train
Saturday features Games We Play on bass
Last Of The Real Ones eliminated from the set
Day 30, Camden:
Jet Pack Blues/I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)/Golden
Pavlove/27/G.I.N.A.S.F.S.
Dead On Arrival (ft. Royal & The Serpent) replaces Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, Hum Hallelujah replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over, Enter Sandman replaces Crazy Train
Last Of The Real Ones eliminated from the set
Gabe Saporta was meant to perform at some point of this set, his flight got cancelled
Day 31, Summer Sonic festival ,Tokyo:
Pseudo IOH slot of doom - 8 Ball (tourdust debuts): Thriller/Immortals
Significantly different setlist than the NA tourdust
No medley
Day 32, Summer Sonic festival, Osaka:
Pseudo 8 Ball: Immortals
Fake Out replaces Thriller from the Tokyo setlist
Significantly different setlist than the NA tourdust
No medley
Day 33, FanFest, Philadelphia:
Pseudo 8 Ball: I Don't Care
Significantly different setlist from the others, due to it being a sports event and not an official tour date.
Saturday not planned, added while they were already onstage (this and the pseudo 8 ball what elevated this performance into day 33)
Honorable Mentions:
VMAs pretaped performance of We Didn't Start The Fire
iHeartRadio performance, significantly different setlist, technically the WDSTF live debut.
Day 34, Warsaw:
Golden
Bang The Doldrums
Dead On Arrival replaces Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, Hum Hallelujah replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over
Last Of The Real Ones eliminated from the set
Day 35, Prague:
I'm Like a Lawyer With the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You)
G.I.N.A.S.F.S.
Dead On Arrival replaces Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, Hum Hallelujah replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over
Last Of The Real Ones eliminated from the set
Day 36, Milan:
What a Catch Donnie
I Am My Own Muse
Dead On Arrival replaces Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, G.I.N.A.S.F.S. replaces The Take Over, The Breaks Over
Last Of The Real Ones eliminated from the set
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Fall Out Boy Sacramento (3/3) Set-List
We Didn't Start the Fire(Billy Joel song) (Fall Out Boy version) (tape)
The Pink Seashell (tape)
Love From the Other Side
The Phoenix
Sugar, We're Goin Down
Uma Thurman
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More "Touch Me"
Dead on Arrival
Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy
Calm Before the Storm
This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race
Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes
Heaven, Iowa
Bang the Doldrums
Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet
Fake Out
Golden(Tour Debut; Partial, Piano Medley)
What a Catch, Donnie(Partial, Piano Medley)
Don't Stop Me Now(Queen cover) (Partial, Piano Medley)
So Much (for) Stardust
Baby Annihilation(with "20 Dollar Nose Bleed" spoken word snippet)
Crazy Train(Ozzy Osbourne cover)
Dance, Dance
Hold Me Like a Grudge
27(Tour Debut; Magic 8 Ball song)
My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up)
Thnks fr th Mmrs
Centuries
Saturday
So Much (for) Stardust Instrumental Jazz (end music/tape)
IF YOU WERE AT THE CONCERT HI!!! I MIGHTVE SEEN YOU
#fall out boy#sacramento#2ourdust#set list#march third#fall out boy concert#fall out boy sacramento#H#HI#concert#music#fob
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Yeehawgust Day 23: Mirage
July 1899
Clemens Point, Lemoyne
There was a certain usefulness to lovers’ squabbles, at least in the books. It gave them something to overcome, and something to move the plot along. After all, what kind of story would it be for people to just fall in love, and live happily ever after, just like that?
All the same, reading all that in a deliciously written novel was far different from living next door to it. For so long now it had been Abigail and John and their back and forth, and Mary-Beth had utter faith that they were meant to be together, and that John would come around. He just needed to realize what it was he had to fight for, right? Life would show him that eventually.
Though when she’d tried to explain that to Arthur once, hoping to ease the fight between the two men, he’d looked at her like she was crazy, and then just shook his head and laughed. Not in a mean way, more just in the world-weary way that told her that he saw her as hopelessly starry-eyed, and the way he’d told her, “Don’t change. World’s tough enough as is,” told her the world had taken plenty from him. Exactly what, she wasn’t sure. But there was enough sadness in Arthur Morgan that it told her plenty, even without details.
John and Abigail seemed to be getting along a bit better, at least. But now it was Dutch and Molly picking up the slack, and much like the Roberts-Marston arguments, the Van der Linde-O’Shea ones could be heard throughout camp. Granted, there was no way to argue quietly in this gang. Part of why she tried not to, because she wanted her business to be her business rather than pulled out for everyone else to examine.
She’d liked Molly well enough at first. Stylish, a lady, a poet, and throwing herself wholeheartedly into things for the love of a dashing, mysterious rogue. It was something straight out of one of Mary-Beth’s novels.
But this was no novel. Molly didn’t seem to know how to be around the women now. She’d been fun, early on, back when she’d first been around, and when everything was a grand adventure to her. Now? Karen and Abigail and Tilly just got the Irishwoman’s back up like a wet cat, their plain talk and ready laughter too much. Sadie Adler, walking around in her pants and with a gun on her hip, got Molly’s incredulous stares like she was some kind of strange being dropped into their midst from who knew where.
Mary-Beth was about the only one Molly seemed to still halfway like, and even then she got huffy sometimes when Dutch talked to her. Mary-Beth understood. Worrying that her man wasn’t her man, but she needn’t have worried.
Truth be told, Mary-Beth was a romantic. She didn’t deny it and she didn’t feel embarrassed by it. Surrounded by a bunch of grumbling cynics and hard cases, she’d chosen to see the world differently. Find some goodness in everything where she could.
Now, Hosea was an utterly compelling tragic figure, mourning his Bessie so deeply even still. But even she couldn’t make Dutch van der Linde into a romantic hero, at least not when it came to women. Twenty-one years old, been here three years now, and she’d already seen two women come and go before Molly, brief candles in the scheme of things. He talked sometimes about a dead woman named Annabelle killed by the O’Driscolls, but something about it didn’t ring true. If he’d loved her so, mourned her still, doing what he was doing now made no sense. Running through women like they were just the fashions of a season like she and Tilly liked to look at in ladies’ magazines when they could pick up one in a town. One fall it was overlays of beaded lace and Rosemary, by next summer it was all tall collars and Francesca.
And by the sound of it, Dutch was already getting tired of Molly. All she wants is to love you, she wanted to say to him. She gave up everything for you. It makes me real sad seeing her… Seeing her what?
Fading out, she supposed. It was like the shine and sparkle of Molly O’Shea, the laughter and bright eyes and loveliness of her, was going. And in its place stood this uncertain woman, snappish and nervous, recognizing she had no place with them except as Dutch’s latest woman, and that the man she’d staked everything on wasn’t the figure she’d made him out to be.
Like Molly was beginning to realize her grand romance was just a mirage, and all it would leave her was heartbreak and a ruined reputation.
No, reading about heartbreak was very fine and well, because it would always come right in the end in books. But watching it happen to women right in front of her hurt too much, because while she always liked to believe the best, even she knew that this was no fairy-tale and it wouldn’t end neatly and sweetly.
#yeehawgust#yeehawgust 2022#rdr2#mary beth gaskill#molly o'shea#could be read as pre-mollybeth if you like#mary beth sees more than people realize i think
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Bowie + some of their favorite songs
1. Alien Superstar by Beyoncé
Unique
That's what you are
Lingerie reflecting off the mirror on the bar
Category, sexy bitch
I'm the bar
Alien superstar
2. Binz by Solange
I just wanna wake up to the suns and Saint Laurent
Hundred thousand dollars on the fronts and the blunts
I just wanna wake up on ya thigh, on a yacht
Or in the Rolls that's rented, windows tinted
3. We Might Even Be Falling In Love (Interlude) by Victoria Monét
Go head act a fool in it
Freestyle with me 'til you find your groove in it
U-haul 'cause I might let you move in it
'Cause I ain't had nobody hit it like you hit it
4. Pressing Me by Rico Nasty
Your boyfriend, be pressing me
Your ex n–, be pressing me
Even your friends
Come and get your man sis
5. Good Days by SZA
Gotta get right, tryna free my mind before the end of the world
I don't miss no ex, I don't miss no text
I just choose not to respond
I don't regret, just pretend shit never happened
Half of us layin' waste to our youth, is in the present
6. I Would Die 4 U by Prince
I'm not a woman
I'm not a man
I am something that you'll never understand
7. A Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James
I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
8. Love Galore (Alt Version) by SZA
I been looking good, I been feeling nice
Working on my aura, cleaning up
Working overtime, you been getting boring so
9. Nectar by Raveena
Stretch marks on my thighs
Skin shades of earth
Knots in my hair, it's real
Don’t fear it
Come and stay a while
You’ve been missing my
Sunflowers, sun showers, I know
10. Speechless by Beyoncé
Goin' out my head I think I'm losin' all my mind
Drive me crazy burning candles, makin' love all night
Feels so strange, it feels so crazy to be in your world
In your arms lost for words, you got me
11. mary magdalene by FKA twigs
I fear before the fire
True as Mary Magdalene
Creature of desire
Come just a little bit closer to me
Step just a little bit closer to me
I can lift you higher
I do it like Mary Magdalene
I want you to say it
Come just a little bit closer 'til we collide
12. Song of The Sirens by Lee Davis
instrumental
13. Orange Moon by Erykah Badu
I'm an orange moon
I'm brighter than before
Brighter than ever before
I'm an orange moon and I shine so bright
'Cause I reflect the light of my sun
14. Love Hangover by Dianna Ross
I think about it all the time
Never let it out of my mind
'Cause I love you
I've got the sweetest hangover
I don't wanna get over
15. Creole Love Call by Duke Ellington
instrumental
16. Lady Grinning Soul by David Bowie
She'll come, she'll go
She'll lay belief on you
Skin sweet with musky odor
The lady from another grinning soul
17. Gemini by Princess Nokia
I'm the horoscope hoe
I'm the planet and moon
I'm the rising ascendant
5th degree to the Moon
I'm the witch of your dreams
I'm the voice in your head
Your husband sent me a DM
And I just left him on read
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224. Flutter
Hiiro: ? What did Crazy: B just go ahead and do? Maybe they thought it’s not good for them to not perform as our costars, so perhaps they decided to take matters into their own hands?
Aira: Well, they sure were talking waaay too long for that to be necessary.
Well, probably not. It’s amazing that Shiina guy, who seemed more unmotivated than anyone else, noticed it first.
Hiiro: ……?
Aira: Rinne-senpai.
Rinne: ……?
Aira: Since I’m still a rookie, I’m a lot more inexperienced than my seniors. I was literally almost fired, and I was the most unlucky person in the world—Or at least sometimes I thought so.
But, I never fell into despair, and I never thought it was a mistake I was born, unlike Rinne-senpai.
So I really can’t say that I get how you feel.
But, I think I can get it just a little bit. Because even though I’m a hack of one, I’m still an idol, just like you.
No. It's the same—It’s because I really do love idols.
Rinne: ……
Aira: That’s why. Senpai, even if it’s just a little, please move on. Forward and forward. Move to a distance where you can see the faces of all the people here, even just a little bit better.
Fans might have given up on you, denied you because you were wrong, and they might have estranged you.
But you’ve decided to give up all on your own, and you’ve distanced yourself from them too, right?
You need to close that distance, even if it's just a little bit. If you do that, I'm sure you'll be able to see something.
Rinne: ……?
Hiiro: Yes. If you can't move on your own, I'll carry you on my back, Nii-san.
When we were kids, I would get too tired and unable to move, so you’d often walk with me on your back. If only for that reason, I’ll carry you too.
I’m already, to some degree, grown up enough for that.
Rinne: ……
I dunno really what’s goin’ on here but…… But it can’t be helped if it’s something that my lil’ bro and his girlfriend are askin’ for.
Aira: Just hurry up with it already.
Rinne: ……
Hiiro: Oh, this is…?
HiMERU・Kohaku: “♪～♪～♪”
Niki: “～……♪”
Hiiro: (Wow, the area around the stage is glowing like a starry sky.)
(All the fans are moving their lightsticks in sync with Crazy:B’s movements—Well, that’s what they were called, they’re wielding things like mechanized candles.)
(Shake, shake, shake…and)
Rinne: This is?
Hiiro: Certainly, these are Crazy:B’s fans, don’t you think?
Rinne: Ours…?
Hiiro: Yeah. Judging from their attire and accessories, they probably are. See, they’re all wearing bee markings.
Nii-san, too, you have the same or better eyesight than I do, so you get it, right?
It’s frustrating. There’s a lot more of them than there are Alkaloid fans. It can’t be helped, though, as we didn’t really do activities outside of the Bon festival.
Crazy:B, who was showily flying around all summer long, deserved more attention than us.
Of course, Nii-san and the rest of you provoked a lot of anger and resentment, but—
But there were also people who harbored affection for you, sympathized with you, and supported you.
Unlike at home, where it was normal for everyone to think the same way, people in the city tend to think differently from each other.
Their sense of values and tastes also seem to vary.
We tend to call them "fans" and think of them as one single, living being, but each one of them is a human being walking their own path in life.
It’s amazing, Nii-san. The city is really interesting. And the view you’re seeing now is more beautiful than any treasure could ever be.
Rinne: ….Ah, that’s right.
To be with you, to see this kind of view, it makes me happy, Hiiro. The first time I went up on stage, I was so moved that I—that I accidentally forgot the lyrics, you know.
Hiiro: Oh, Nii-san makes mistakes like that, too?
Rinne: I make mistakes all the time. I tried to keep up appearances in front of you guys so you wouldn't know, that’s all.
Aira: …….
Hiiro: Hm? Aira’s trying to tell me something with his eyes!
Rinne: He wants you to kiss ‘im, doesn’t he? Gyahaha ♪
Hiiro: No. Alkaloid has a predetermined hand sign to avoid bumping into each other on stage so—
According to that, it’s this way. So you want me to lead Nii-san this way?
Aira: ………♪
Rinne: Hmph… So what am I supposed to do from here?
Hiiro: —The instructions say to look ahead.
Rinne: Ahead? Ah, oh—
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CATSM: REINK'D (Chapter 2: Part 1)
Who is "Sammy Lawrence"?
The Voice Of Thomas Connor
It's dark and it's cold and it's stuck in behind every single wall now. In some places, I swear this godforsaken ink is clear up to my knees!
Whoever thought that these crummy pipes could hold up under this kind of strain either knows something about pressure I don't, or he's some kind of idiot.
But the real worst part about all this... are them noises the system makes. Like a dying dog on its last legs.
Make no mistake, this place... this... machine... heck, this whole darn thing... it just isn't natural.
You can bet, I won't be doing any more repair jobs for Mister Joey Drew.
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"Ugh, my head....what happened?"
Henry came to his senses, and found half of his face squished against a pentagram, surrounded by candles. What the hell is this? How did I-
Soon, every memory came flowing back to him, and he went to one conclusion. Well, I guess there's only one thing left to do...press on. See if I can find a way out.
He staggered to his feet and looked around for his axe, soon finding it propped against a coffin of some sorts. As he picked it up, that same, strange curiosity came though him once more.
No, Henry, you are NOT opening that thing. He thought to himself, turning away from it before turning his head back.
....Well, maybe a small peek wouldn't hurt.....right?
Putting down his axe, he ever so carefully opened the coffin.
.....Henry then felt a wave of disgust go through him.
Inside lay a rotting cadaver, covered with the black substance found everywhere in the studio. It hugged the body loosely, but was just tight enough to expose a grotesque figure, mouth agape and hands in an unnatural position. Rigor Mortis. The teeth had rotted already, and the body itself gave a stench putrid enough to make Henry gag. This is a dead body. Joey used this to do something....horrible. Oh, god.....Joey, what the hell were you doing......?
Henry quickly shut the coffin, shutting the nauseating scent of rotting flesh and ink back inside. Keep pushing forward. He thought, as he blinked a few times and turned away, grabbing his axe again.
He hacked through the doorway before him, before finding himself before a staircase. Goin' down again, huh?
And so, he descended downwards....
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.....Hey, Joey. Again, what the fuck?
Everywhere were......shrines. Shrines littered with writing, candles, maybe a few bowls and cans of that soup he found everywhere. Bacon soup? How would you even do that? Put bacon in salty water and throw in a few bits of vegetables? Shrines containing that same, grinning face he saw everywhere. Charley. What was Joey doing? Running a cult? Turning this....what is he even? Some oversized cat? A monkey? Some guy with a horribly deformed nose? I'm the one who designed him, what was he again...? Was he trying to turn this oversized whatever-the-fuck into the next Jesus or something? He was just discovering more and more things as he went on....
A larger shrine caught his eye, with words in dark scribbled letters. 'He Will Set Us Free' Who the fuck is 'he'?
He pressed play on the tape recorder, and stepped back.
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The Voice Of Sammy Lawrence
He appears from the shadows to rain his sweet blessings upon me.
The figure of ink that shines in the darkness.
I see you, my savior. I pray you hear me.
Those old songs, yes, I still sing them.
For I know you are coming to save me.
And I will be swept into your final loving embrace.
But, love requires sacrifice.
Can I get an amen?
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The tape shut off with a click. Henry stood there, dazed. He sounded familiar...but I can't put my finger on it. Who was he..?
"I said, CAN I GET AN AMEN?" A voice echoed out of nowhere, and Henry turned around wildly to search for the source. "Oh, FUCK OFF!" He shouted in response.
No reply followed. ....Either he shut up, or I'm finally going crazy. I'm hungry.
Going over two one of the shrines, he grabbed a can of bacon soup, searching for a pull tab. ....Oh. No can openers here, guess I'll have to improvise.
Switching the axe upside down, he awkwardly pried opened the can, tearing off an uneven chunk of metal. He then gulped down the contents like soda pop, expecting something rotten, but...
Oh. That's actually....decent? When did this.....'expires in'....oh, that is a long time ago. Well, it certainly doesn't taste rotten, so I guess that's fine.
Tossing the can away, he continued onwards.
Making his way to a hallway, he soon found that it was flooded with ink. I need new shoes anyways.
He trudged through the dark fluid for a while, before noticing a figure pass by and freezing up.
"OH! Hello! Excuse me! Can you help me? Hello?" He called after the figure, as they stared at him with glowing eyes, before turning back around and walking away.
"Hey, come back!" He continued, rushing through the ink, before turning the corner and realizing they were gone.
"Where the hell did he go?" He muttered, staring at the Charley cutout in their place, giving that toothy grin to Henry.
He was sure he'd gotten himself into a bigger mess now as he looked around...
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Chapter 2
March, 1986
"Okay, what did you say his name was?" Robin asked as they entered Family Video. Ziggy leaned her arm on the counter next to her, looking at her from over her shoulder. They had given Ziggy a brief, vague rundown of the situation, leaving out the supernatural parts. She told them about Reefer Rick on the one condition that she goes with them.
"He went by Reefer Rick, but I'm pretty sure his name really is Rick."
"You're not totally sure?" Robin asked.
"No, not one hundred percent but definitely in the upper quarter. He used to crash at his place sometimes."
"What about a last name?" Dustin asked.
"I don't know." Ziggy said, looking at him like he was crazy.
"I bet the cops know the last name." Steve mumbled as he sorted tapes.
"What?" Max asked, just as confused as the rest of them.
"The cops. I mean, listen, if this 'Reefer Rick' is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he's been busted at some point. That means he's in the system." Steve turned to lean on the counter to look at the group. Ziggy frowned at him in confusion as she pushed off her own end of the counter to turn and face him.
"The cops? Really, Steve? That's your suggestion?" Dustin asked, standing up as well.
"I mean, I just think at this point they should be filled in on what we know. What's goin on."
"You really think Eddie's guilty?" Dustin asked the older boy, leaning in closer. Ziggy scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Woah woah woah, I believe in 'innocent unless proven guilty' and all that constitutional shit. I just, ya know, don't think we can rule it out"
"First of all, we most certainly can rule it out. It's Eddie, for fucks sake." Ziggy threw her hands in the air in annoyance as she stepped closer to the pair of boys.
"Second of all, that's exactly what we're trying to do here; rule it out. We wouldn't be looking for him if we thought there was even a chance he was a psychotic murderer. He's innocent, we just need to hear his side." Dustin pointed back at Ziggy in appreciation before going on his own spiel.
"And maybe we'd have a little more luck at it if you weren't so busy looking for a girlfriend rather than Eddie."
"Well somebody has to tend to the customers!"
"Especially if they're babes, right?" Robin winked.
"Hey, not fair. I tend to all the customers equally; babes and non-babes alike. We've got a very big selection in here, okay? It can be super overwhelming for some people."
"Yeah, it can be." Robin heaved as she turned on her heel. She plopped down in her seat in front of the computer, Ziggy leaning over her shoulder.
"What're you doing?"
"Maybe we don't need a last name." Robin quickly logged into the computer and typed in his name, finding twelve accounts.
"That's a lot of Ricks." Ziggy mumbled.
"So, let's narrow it down. Rick Oldermans rentals are Annie and Dumbo. What are the chances a drug dealer has a family?"
"Not likely."
"Definitely not" Ziggy piped up.
"Rick Conroy: Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf, and Romance In The Stones?"
"No."
"Rick Joyner: Mask, Footloose, and Greese?"
"Nah."
"Rick Kimbrough; The Blue Lagoon and Splash?" They all laughed in dismissal.
"Rick Lipton: Fast Times At Ridgemont High, Cheech and Chong's next movie, Cheech and Chong's Nice Dreams, Cheech and Chong Up In Smoke."
"Bingo." Dustin chuckled while Steve threw his hands up in victory.
"Lipton?"
"Spelled like the tea. 2121 Holland road." Robin smiled. Ziggy pushed off the counter, wanting to head his way as soon as possible.
"That's out by lovers lake." Dustin muttered.
"In the middle of nowhere." Max observed.
"It's the perfect place to hide." Robin smiled proudly, happy with her work.
"So, your car or mine?" Ziggy asked Steve. Steve looked at her blankly for a moment, hoping someone else would jump in to do the dirty work.
"You're not coming with us." Ziggy's face dropped from an anticipated grin to a tight scowl.
"Bullshit. We had a deal, Harrington. You said if I told you what I knew, you'd take me with you." Ziggy took a step forward towards the boy, hoping to intimidate him.
"Well, I lied. You can't come."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because I said so. Go home, Ziggy."
"Okay fine. I'll go home and sit my happy ass on my couch until the cops show up. Then I'll tell them all about you guys coming to me first and harboring his fugitive ass at 2121 Holland Road." Ziggy didn't dare to blink as she looked up at Steve.
"You wouldn't sell Eddie out like that."
"We haven't talked in nearly a year. Didn't leave off on good terms." Steve glared down at Ziggy. She was beginning to get on his nerves.
"Tough breakup?"
"Fuck off." Steve rolled his eyes before glancing at Robin seeing a thoughtful look on her face. He furrowed his brows, silently asking her to share.
"How bad?" Robin asked Ziggy.
"I'm sorry?"
"You said that you left off on bad terms? How bad?"
"Well, maybe not bad. Just not good. I mean, it wasn't the type of bad where you hate each other it was more like, you know, you hope that you don't see each other in public. We don't dislike each other- at least I don't think he hates me? Last time I checked that definitely wasn-"
"Is he gonna be pissed to see you, or not." Max cut off her painful rambling. Ziggy's eyes looked up as if she was searching her brain as her fingers fiddled with one another before shaking her head and looking back at the girl.
"If he's anything like he was back then, any familiar face would be helpful."
Dustin hurriedly stepped forward, easing the tension.
"Despite the fact that Ziggy would definitely never do that, she's right. We had a deal. Besides, she's probably gonna go whether we take her with us or not, so we might as well bring her."
"Fine! Let's go." He barked, rushing to the door.
November, 1984
Ziggy and Eddie sat on his bed with their notebooks spread out in front of them. They were nearing the second hour of their seventh session when Eddie demanded a snack break.
"Please, I just want fifteen- ten minutes. This is torture." Eddie threw his head back, his skull bouncing off the wall as his eyes screwed shut. Ziggy continued sifting through Eddie's worksheets.
"No. You're in the last hour of our session. It would throw off your groove." Eddie lowered his head to look at her as she sat at the foot of his bed.
"You know what's really throwing off my groove?" Ziggy let out a questioning hum, barely listening to him.
"My growling stomach." He smiled sarcastically as Ziggy looked up at him in annoyance. She stared at him before going back to his mess of a folder.
"Oh my god, you're such a control freak." He mumbled passive aggressively. Turning his head to focus on anything but her as she looked up at him in slight hurt.
"I control you because you can't control yourself." Eddie swung his head back to glare at her.
"I control myself just fine, thank you very much."
"Is that why you're taking senior year for the second time?" Eddie flinched at her harsh words. He blinked rapidly, opening his mouth to bark back but closing it when he couldn't find the words.
"Your problem is your priorities, Eddie. Maybe if you focused less on your guitar or Dungeons and Dragons shit, and focused more on your schoolwork, we wouldn't-"
"Just shut up! Oh my fucking God I wish you would just let me speak for once. I'm not the one who asked you to tutor me, but don't act like you're not getting something out of this too. This isn't charity work, it's a bargain. So don't give me that 'we wouldn't be here' bullshit." At Eddie's small outburst, Ziggy went quiet. She looked down at her hands while Eddie heaved against the wall.
"I was just trying to say that maybe if you just worked a little harder on school-"
"You just don't get it, do you? I see you at school. You're always raising your hand and asking questions. You're always the first to turn in a worksheet. This shit comes easy to you." Eddie shook his head as his gravely voice lowered just above a whisper. Even with his quiet tone, he had Ziggy's undivided attention.
"I would sit in class and listen to a whole lesson and not understand any of it. Other kids would ask questions and I didn't even get what they were saying. I don't even know what to ask. Or when the class would be given a packet. I'd read the first page and then forget everything I just read. So I'd read it again and at the end I still didn't get it. By the time I look up, the whole class is done with the whole packet and I'm still on the first page." Ziggy watched Eddie as he looked down at the small hole at the bottom of his shirt, fiddling with it as he spoke.
"I used to stay up until two in the morning studying and never got anything above a C-. This shit isn't easy for me, Zigova." Eddie finally looked up to meet Ziggy's empathetic eyes. She soon looked down at the floor before standing up from his bed and walking out of the room. Eddie sighed in defeat, letting his head rest back on his wall. It was only two minutes or so later that he felt a tap on his leg. Ziggy stood above him with a sandwich in her hand.
"I'm sorry for being so bitchy. I never thought about it that way." Eddie's big eyes never left hers as he slowly reached to grab the plate from her.
"You've been doing really, really well. We're almost done with all of your missing assignments and I'm proud of you." Ziggy awkwardly choked out, hoping she sounded more supportive to him than she did to herself.
Eddie let out the smallest 'thank you' as his wide eyes watched her sit back down. He quietly took a bite of his sandwich, watching her with interest.
"I'm not just doing this for community service hours. I really wanna make sure you pass this semester." Ziggy turned to smile at him, earning a wide grin in return. He happily chewed his food with a smile while she tapped her foot as she surveyed his room.
"So, since I told you that little tidbit about me, can I ask you something?" Eddie looked up at her through his lashes as she turned to look at him with narrowed eyes. She sighed before reluctantly nodding her head.
"Why the fuck did your parents name you Ziggy Zigova?" Ziggy snorted at the question before swinging her legs up onto the bed to face him. He quickly sat his empty plate aside, straightening his posture with his hands in his lap; dramatically giving her his full attention.
"They didn't name me Ziggy. Ziggy is a nickname for Zigova." Eddie looked at her with narrowed eyes.
"Then what's your name?"
"Niamh." Ziggy smiled at his incredulous face, not believing her for a second.
"No way. You're bullshitting me."
"Why would I lie to you about my name?" Ziggy laughed at his disbelief.
"I don't know! Why would you choose to go by Ziggy instead of Niamh?" He threw his hands up as he bobbed his head, his curls bouncing around his face.
Ziggy rolled her eyes before reaching into her bag and pulling out her wallet, shoving her ID in Eddie's face. His grin faltered as he reached out to put his hand over hers, pulling it closer to his face as he read with squinted eyes.
"Okay so that's why. There's no way that's pronounced like Neve." Eddie shoos his head before looking back at Ziggy, his hand still clutching hers.
"Yeah, that's what all of my teachers said. I just started telling them to call me by my nickname." Ziggy shrugged with a tiny smile. They softly chuckled at each other as Eddie's hand fell limp at his side. Ziggy put her wallet away before looking back up at him.
"Ready to get back to work?"
"Oh, gimme a break, Niamh."
"I think I preferred it when you called me metal mouth."
March, 1986
The five of them stood on Reefer Rick's doorstep holding flashlights. Dustin rang the doorbell rapidly in hopes of receiving a response, only for silence to follow.
"Well, that settles that. He's not here-"
"EDDIE!" Dustin screamed through the door. Steve grumbled in annoyance from behind the boy.
"It's Dustin! We just wanna talk! No cops, I swear! We just wanna help." Dustin continued to bang on the door as he called out for Eddie or Rick. Ziggy stood at the edge of the porch with her arms crossed while Robin and Steve flashed their lights through the windows. Max wandered off the porch, catching Ziggy's attention as she followed.
"Hey, guys?" Max called out, bringing their attention to the boathouse. The door was slightly ajar with the overhead light illuminating the front of the shack. Ziggy huffed as she led the way, shining her light on the uneven grass in front of her. They slowly pushed open the door with a creak as Ziggy entered first, Robin following closely behind.
"Hello? Anyone home?" Robin softly called out. As they filed in, they all dispersed, exploring different areas of the boathouse.
"What a dump." Steve mused. Ziggy silently raised her brows in agreement as she walked up to the boat. She stood next to it as she spun around, looking over at Max as she walked along the wood paneling. She opened her mouth to give her two cents before the loud sound coming from behind her startled her. She gasped loudly as she spun around once again to find Steve jabbing the tarp over the boat with an oar.
"What are you doing?" Dustin spat.
"He could be in there."
"Just take the tarp off!"
"If you're so brave, you take the tarp off."
"Oh, for fucks sake." Ziggy whispered as she stomped over to Steve, yanking the oar out of his hands to halt his aggressive jabbing. She held the handle of the oar in one hand, wrapping her arm around it slightly to lean on it as she stood beside Steve.
"Hey, look over here." Max beckoned Robin to look at the pile or wrappers on the table.
"Someone was here."
"Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran?" Robin whispered.
"Don't worry! Steve will get him with his oar!" Dustin sarcastically chimed in.
"First of all, Ziggy took the oar so it's on her to protect your ass. Secondly, considering the fact that almost everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slightest-" Steve was cut off by a loud screech as a figure jumped out of the boat, charging at him. Ziggy was harshly slammed into; her whole body being sent to the ground, scraping her elbows on the hard wood as her head bounced off the deck. Steve was slammed up against the wall with a broken bottle held to his throat by the time she caught her breath.
"WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH EDDIE! STOP!" Dustin screamed as he walked closer to the two boys, Ziggy being on the ground on the other side of them. She grabbed her head as she sat up with a groan. When she looked up she could only see the back of his head being illuminated by Dustin's flashlight. Dustin kept screaming his name, trying to get him to let go of Steve. Ziggy heaved before stumbling to her feet, nearly falling over a few times before gaining her balance. She reached down to pick up the oar, ready to swing if need be.
Dustin continued screaming for Eddie before directing his attention to Ziggy.
"No, Ziggy! Put it down! You're gonna scare him!" Dustin screamed at the girl. Eddie finally swung his head in Dustin's direction, looking at him in slight confusion.
"He's scaring me!" She screamed with all her might; her body shaking in tension. Eddies face fell before quickly turning to look at Ziggy. She trembled slightly as she looked at Dustin before looking back at Eddie, finally seeing his face. Both of their expressions fell blank, the tension leaving their bodies slightly as they stared at one another silently.
"Eddie, it's me. It's Dustin. This is Steve. We're not gonna hurt you." Dustin softly whispered, preferring the awkward tension over the fear. He looked between Eddie and Ziggy as they both continued to stare at each other, grasping their weapons.
"Ziggy, why don't you drop the oar?" Dustin whispered loud enough for her to hear. She continued to breathe heavily, visibly tightening her grasp on the paddle. Eddie then tightened his grasp on the bottle, making Steve squirm. At Steve's fearful whimper, Ziggy dropped the oar with a loud thud. Eddie breathed shakily before turning to look back at Steve, the bottle still at his throat while his hands shook.
"What're you doing here?" Eddie whispered.
"We're looking for you."
"We're here to help." Robin softly chimed in.
"Eddie, these are my friends! You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max; the one who never wants to play DND? Eddie...we're on your side. I swear on my mother! Right guys?" Dustin persuaded.
"Yup. Yes. We swear."
"On-on Dustin's mother."
"Yup, Dustin's- Dustin's mother." Steve whispered. Eddie stared down at him in thought before hesitantly looking over at Ziggy. Ziggy looked up at him with wide eyes, glossed over in fear. She inhaled shakily, sending him the most genuine look she could. He looked back down before reluctantly letting go of Steve, earning sighs of relief.
Eddie looked down as he softly brushed past Ziggy, sliding down the wall behind her. Ziggy and Dustin silently met him on the floor; Dustin crouching and Ziggy sitting with crossed legs. Eddie stared off into space, clutching the bottle in his hand.
"Eddie, we just want to talk." Dustin cooed as he reached for the bottle, earning a flinch in return. Ziggy looked up at him with a pout.
"Eddie, " she whispered softly. Eddie slowly looked up from the floor to meet her eyes. She licked her lips as his shoulders dropped slightly. She slowly reached her hand out to rest on his bicep.
"We're gonna protect you, I promise. No one's gonna hurt you. I just need you to let go of the bottle and talk to us." She softly whispered as the other three walked closer to stand behind her. She slowly ran her hand down his arm, stopping to softly rub her thumb along this back of his hand before gently taking the bottle from his palm. His fingers gently chased hers as she pulled her hand away, prompting her to quickly move her free hand to hold his, resting it on his thigh.
Eddie's teary eyes stayed locked on hers, not daring to blink in fear that she would leave and the memories of the night before would come back. He inhaled a chopped breath, his hands shaking as he swallowed hard.
"You won't believe me." He whispered. Ziggy's brows furrowed in confusion at his response.
"Try us."
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No bc it literally is. Like ik they had sugar we're goin down wnd dance dance be like. Popular but . Within the actual fandom it's weirdly overlooked which is CRAZY bcuz it has XO and a little less sixteen candles on
gin joints is a banger so is atavan halen and also get busy living i do not have the time to type out these song titles individually they key words are there
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