#clyde in the glass bottle

[444rockstargf]

kinktober day 9.

10.17 - MUTUAL MASTURBATION | CLYDE!

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previous: 10.15 - EDGING!

harleyquinn!reader x joker!clyde

word count: 1.1k

contents: mutual masturbation, public, mentions of weed and alcohol

you and clyde strolled into the house where the halloween party was being held, dressed in your costumes that were sure to leave every head turned in your direction. you were dressed as harley quinn and he was your perfect joker, it was truly an impressive idea. clyde had an arm wrapped around your shoulders while a blunt was laden in his other hand.

all heads swivelled your way as bright lights flashed throughout the house, all eyes following you and him as he led you into the kitchen, tossing you a drink. he cracked his own open, tossing his head back as he took a long swig. you kept your eyes locked on him the entire time, feeling strangely aroused at seeing him in something other than his everyday attire.

the party raged in the other room, the sound of glass breaking and people cheering telling you that going back there probably wouldn’t be the safest decision. clyde read your expression carefully, knowing what you were thinking. a grin tugged at his lips. “wanna head upstairs? i’d hate for my girl to lose a finger in there.” he gestured to a glass bottle that was just thrown at the wall, wrapping an arm around your waist as he led you away from the chaos.

once out of everyone’s sight, he picked you up bridal-style and carried you into a vacant bedroom. his warm fingertips pressed into your thigh, sending a wave of blood rushing to that spot. he kicked the door shut behind him, locking it. this simple action foreshadowed the activities that would follow. 

he sat you down on the edge of a bare mattress on the ground, sitting down beside you. he put the blunt in your parted lips, taking a moment to check you out. he couldn’t fight back the blush that quickly spread across his face. “you look great tonight…” you smiled, exhaling a ribbon of smoke. you sat with your legs around his waist, hands resting on his shoulders as your fingers tangled in his hair.

you mindlessly rocked your hips against him, taking in every last detail of him. you had done his makeup before you left the house, admiring how the smudged mess of it made him look even better. his hands snaked to your waist, fiddling with the band of  your fishnet stockings. he looked down to where your bodies were connected, short gasps coming from his parted lips.

as the world around you began to blur, your lips found his, kissing him roughly. his hands travelled down your body, stopping at your hips. you felt a bulge growing in clyde’s pants even faster than usual. the moment had become so heated so quickly, just as both of you expected. you pulled away from the kiss, both of you panting as you crawled off of him to kick off your shorts, leaving you in your red and blue bra, black thong and fishnets stockings.

his mouth gaped open as he frantically unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard, red cock. there was a short distance between you two, but clyde simply couldn’t wait. truth be told, he had been fighting this erection ever since he saw you walk out of your closet with your costume on. precum bubbled from the tip, making the perfect lubricant as he smeared it over his length and pumped himself quickly. 

seeing clyde so eager like this brought a wave of heat to your throbbing clit. you spread your legs apart a little more than they already were, bringing your fingers down to gently rub yourself through the thong as your eyes stayed on him. his eyes travelled down your perfect figure, leaving him with absolutely no self-control. he viciously fucked his fist as he struggled to get his words out. “j-just want to watch you tonight, baby…”

you got the message, prying your thumbs underneath the thin fabric around your waist, pulling it down and kicking it to him. he took the thong, seeing how it glistened with drops of your cum before wrapping it around his cock as fapping himself faster. you bare cunt was in perfect view for him now, all red and swollen and desperate for touch.

you tore the fishnets away from your crotch, wasting no time to slip two fingers inside of yourself. you whimpered as you pumped them in and out of you, your wetness making sounds that echoed throughout the room. clyde drooled as he watched the lewd sight in front of him, seeing the mess that you were making of yourself.

his cock twitched in his grasp, but he held himself back. he watched as you stretched out your tiny little hole, cum already dripping out of you. you moaned out his name, feeling your back arch as you pulled out your fingers and rubbed fast circles on your clit. Your legs shook from the stimulation, leaving you unable to think straight.

the sight was so unreal to him. he had caught you masturbating countless times, but being able to do it with you at a time like this just made it so much more tantalizing for him. his balls slapped against his fist as precum dripped from it. he ran his thumb along his tip, causing his loud groans to dominate yours as he fought back a premature orgasm.

your heart raced as your tight cunt reacted tremendously to your touch. you shoved your fingers back inside, using your thumb to keep a quick pace on your sore clit. with a few more movements, you threw your head back as you suppressed your noises. before you could do anything, a waterfall squirted out of you, saturating your hands and the entire mattress. 

this pushed clyde over the edge, sending thick, hot cum shooting out of him. the ropes got everywhere, some even managing to get on his face as his body shook uncontrollably. he had never cum so much before, not stopping until he had milked himself completely dry. his heart pounded out of his chest as he looked a the mess you two had made, cum dripping from the tip of his nose.

you crawled over to him, sitting on his lap as you cleaned it off with the side of your hand. he hadn’t fully recollected himself yet, but he managed to pull you into one last breathless kiss, still reeling over what you had just put him through.

author's note: can't believe we're already past half way :(( but im rlly excited for this second half. nasty stuff coming out soon!

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[workingclasshistory]

On this day, 31 January 1919, striking workers fought police in the centre of Glasgow and the army was deployed to restore order. The strikers demanded the working week be reduced from 54 to 40 hours, to create jobs for demobilised soldiers and increase workers’ leisure time. The strike began on Monday 27 January, and by Friday 31st, 60,000 workers had downed tools. The newspapers were outraged: The Scotsman referred to “Terrorism on the Clyde” and the Glasgow Herald claimed the workers were deploying “the methods of terrorism.” On this day, upwards of 60,000 protesters gathered in George and sang “The Red Flag.” The Glasgow Evening News described what happened next: “The police found it necessary to make a baton charge, and strikers and civilians — men, women, and children — were felled in the melée that followed.” Initially overwhelmed, the workers quickly retaliated and forced the police back. A turning point in the battle came when a lorry carrying glass bottles was trapped by the crowd. As the strikers began to pelt the police with stones and bottles, many police broke ranks and fled. Led by demobilised servicemen, the workers then marched to Glasgow Green, where they were again attacked by the police. This time they uprooted iron railings and counter-charged. The violence continued until late into the night, and the Secretary of State for Scotland famously told the War Cabinet, “It is a misnomer to call this situation in Glasgow a strike — this is a Bolshevist uprising." So the following morning, while the local regiment were confined in their barracks, 10,000 troops entered the city. With tanks and machine-gun detachments set up in key locations and thousands of soldiers patrolling the streets, the militancy of the strike was annulled. On Monday 10 February, after the employers agreed to a 7-hour reduction in the working week, the strike was called off. https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.296224173896073/2198610490324089/?type=3

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

[SIXTEEN]

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cws: depression, substance abuse

Note: This chapter and chapter 17 will be happening simultaneously whereas Chapter 18 will happen a day after the events of these two chapters.

Cold, you were physically cold. Mentally numb. The situation didn't feel right to you. It didn't feel real. Being holed up in your apartment with nothing but a bottle of alcohol was your sense of normalcy; a fucked up version of normalcy but it made you feel okay.

You weren't okay though. You don't think you'd ever feel okay again, if you'd ever feel loved again.

Twitter had sent a barrage of nice and comforting messages on your recent tweet, which had been a couple days ago, but you couldn't bring yourself to even scroll on your phone. Every time you did, Kenny was there, in some way, a remnant of who he was to you was there.

It may have been in a tweet he sent, he could even be mentioned in a tweet about you, and those stupid fucking twitter threads talking about how "Every time Kenny mistreated Y/n" pissed you off greatly.

Instagram was worse, you haven't been able to stomach the images of him on your feed, having him still up in a weird way.. made you feel sane.

The Kenny who cheated on you was a different Kenny in the photos you told yourself. The Kenny in your feed, the Kenny in your past tweets, the Kenny in paparazzi pictures was YOUR boyfriend Kenny.

Your Kenny wouldn't cheat.

He wouldn't EVER cheat.

He wouldn't cheat.

He wouldn't.

He did.

Your throat closes up at the memory of last night, of Kyle telling you. Of Kenny desperately telling you to not check Twitter, his I love you's, his sorry's, the hugs the band gave you.

You thought back to how Clyde clung on to you, how he was the last one to leave because he refused to let you be by yourself until you shut him out of your apartment.

How Stan fell to his knees beside you as you finally tried to get up to go home. How he sat with you on the cold unforgiving ground until the feeling in your legs were back.

How Nichole blocked Kenny's number for you, how she called Kenny on her phone and yelled at him for a solid half hour for what he did to you.

How Kyle was the first one to tell you, how he held you so tightly and whispered that it was okay.. you could've almost believed him.

How the band walked you home, how they didn't want to let you go, how they didn't want you to be by yourself.

You felt numbness, you felt despair, you just felt empty. Like your whole world suddenly got mirrored and nothing felt right anymore.

You felt angry, sudden bursts of anger that made you want to destroy everything that reminded you of Kenny and yet as soon as those bursts came they were gone. It was back to being numb and feeling like stone.

You felt sick, from the situation but you're sure in your hazy cloudy mind that the two bottles of empty wine and the third half drank isn't helping you at all either. You weren't even a fan of wine, you just saw the bottles and grabbed them, heading to your room.

You heard your phone go off besides you, probably numerous texts from the girls, probably some from the boys too, but you couldn't bring yourself to turn over.

How long had Kenny been pretending?

Did Kenny harbor feelings for Red prior to you leaving for the tri-state tours?

All those times you had been together since you've been back.. was he pretending you were Red?

When did he fall out of love with you? Why didn't he just tell you?

Why did?

Why would Kenny?

Your thoughts were spiraling and you take another sip of wine, you planned on getting drunk enough to where your thoughts were so jumbled that you couldn't make sense of your own self.

Maybe that way you couldn't feel anymore pain..

You just didn't want to feel anymore. It was all too much too handle, the numbness, the anger, the sadness, the self pity, you didn't want to handle this anymore. You wanted an escape.

You downed the glass and poured yourself another.

"I shouldn't.. drink anymore." You thought, a lone logical, smart thought ran through your mind.

You took a sip.

You moved to grab your phone and you unblocked Kenny. You're not sure why, maybe your drunk mind craved him so much despite what he did that you did the one thing you promised Nichole you wouldn't do.

You took another sip.

Kyle sighed, the stress of dealing with making sure money went back to people and solidifying changed dates sucked. He didn't even bother fully solidifying new dates, he wanted to make sure you were fully okay first.

Kyle wanted to do everything for you. Starting with making sure you were okay.

He knew exactly how badly you were hurting.

Well, maybe not exactly, but he knew you weren't doing okay and he felt guilty for not being there right now, especially because he told you the news.

He doesn't regret telling you, he just regrets the consequence of telling you.

Being told news that your boyfriend is cheating on you is world shattering. He knew there was no easy way to tell you, he just didn't want to see you in a world of pain. And so his guilt festers.

The band group chat was silent. Everyone was giving you space but Kyle couldn't help but wonder if that was the smart move. Were you self destructing? Were you lashing out? Were you taking this more in stride and a bit more smoothly?

Did he need to be there for you?

He knew yes he needed to be there for you, but did you want him there? Would you be angry if he showed up? If he made sure you were okay.

You hadn't responded to his texts, anybody's texts for that matter. Which made Kyle a bit nervous. He was scared for you, worried about you.

He was worried about himself.

Kyle pushes the hair out of his face and looks down at the ground. It was no secret to anyone that Kyle had fallen in love with you in high school. He wouldn't be surprised if you even knew that, but Kenny had begun dating you quicker than he could've blinked.

He didn't want to push himself onto you like he was hoping him being there for you meant he was hoping a relationship would start.

He wanted you to heal.

Second guessing himself was self destructive, he got that, he just didn't want his selfless actions to be perceived in a certain way. Especially with the media traction, he knew rumors would start and he didn't want to divide the friend group anymore than it already is.

Kyle sighed.. he'll check up on you tomorrow.

Kenny was at his wits end. He didn't know what to do. He royally fucked up, he knows that, hell the whole world knows that.

People on Twitter coming after him, people on Twitter congratulating him, he felt sick reading those who agreed with his actions. He didn't even agree with his own actions.

He was sorry. He was so deeply sorry and he doubted there was a way to actually get his sorryness across to you.

He didn't want your forgiveness. Kenny was grown enough to recognize this was a mistake that was undoable, that there was no way he could ever come back from this.

Nichole yelled at him at him last night and he soak in every word, everything she said was true. He was lowest of the low, he was a blood sucking leech.

That he didn't deserve you, that you didn't deserve what he did to you.

That he was scum.. that people who are trashy belong to each other and how Nichole 'hopes he and Red have a life they deserve.'

He sighed, he was blocked on your phone. It was the only thing he was blocked on. He still had access to your Twitter and Instagram, even Snapchat was still accessible.

Most of the friend group had blocked him too.

The only ones who hadn't were Stan, Butters, and Tolkien.

Tolkien was out of the country though right now and when Tolkien finds out what's happening he's sure he'd get blocked too.

Kenny groans and turns his phone on and debates sending you a message despite knowing it wouldn't go anywhere.

He does so anyways, pouring his thoughts into one final message even if you won't receive it.

His surprise came from when the message went through.

Ding!

Your phone goes off and you open your bleary eyes to read the message, eyes widening when you realize it was Kenny.

Anger filled your entire being again. How DARE he gets to talk big about how he doesn't deserve your forgiveness.

How dare he gets to act like he's a victim in this as well. He could he just text you talking about how he understands how badly he fucked up?

Of course you didn't deserve to be cheated on, who fucking does? Is he serious? You were pissed beyond belief that you couldn't even fathom the stupidity that Kenneth McCormick was.

You quickly typed a response and re-blocked him. Kenneth 'Kenny' McCormick was dead to you. You never wanted to deal with him ever again. You shut your phone off and laid back in bed, exhaustion taking over and you let it.

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#we never existed series #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader

[tainted-red]

Cigarette.

TWS: Violence, Sadist, Angst, Language, Dark Rafe.

Summary:Based off of Lana Del Reys album ‘UltraViolence’ aesthetic.

“I bought you some stuff stuff. Your gonna fucking use it” Rafe spits at you as you just got home.

You smile at him “Where is it? What am I using it for?” you question everything.

“On our bed. You will definitely get the idea, Darling” Rafe nods towards our door.

I kiss him on the cheek then go into our room. I look at the white blanket bed to see a gun and two knives in light pink bows.

You blink and pick up the gun. Seeing it was heavy enough you knew it was real.

“No Rafe” You sigh.

He storms into the room “You like it, princess. I got them just for you” Rafe grins. Wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I'm not using these” You state.

His gripe on your waist loosens. “Yes, you will. Or you can help me with other stuff” Rafe whispers in your ear.

His hands play with the hem of your white blouse.

“What stuff Rafe? Last time we almost got caught” You bite your lip, “Barry said he has a load for a guy on the pogue territory,” Rafe tells me.

“No Rafe. Stop trying to get me to be your Bonnie to your Clyde” You groan.

He sways his hips with yours “You will do what I fucking say y/n. You knew what you were signing up for since you met me” Rafe chuckles.

That was true. You met him by buying cocaine from his friend Barry. Rafe was freaking out cause he killed someone. So you helped him calm down.

“I love you, Rafe but I won't kill someone for shits and giggles” You seethed.

Your jaw clenches as he wraps a hand around your throat.

You step away from him and push him back.

He looks at you astonished.

Pushing you back by your waist.

You bump into the wall “Don't ever do that shit again y/n. I thought you were a smart girl” Rafe smirks looking down at you.

You felt a pulsing from your ribcage “You hurt me” You cry.

“And I'm sorry. Your fine sweetie” Rafe cups your jaw.

“Screw you Rafe” You whimper pushing past him lightly.

Walking towards the door to leave your room.

Suddenly a bottle smashes right at your feet. Looking down to see glass everywhere.

“What the fuck” You shout.

“You make it so hard to stay with you y/n. Stop being such a good girl” Rafe yells back.

“Are you out of your mind?! You pushed me and threw a bottle at me cause I won't commit a crime” You shoot back.

He lets out a deep chuckle “No harm done”.

Rafe then walks past you out of your room. You follow behind him “The fuck does that mean” You ask confused.

He paused.

“You're not hurt so no harm done” Rafe grumbles.

“You hurt my ribs, Rafe. Harm was done” You let out a sob.

He turns around and gets closer, and you back up. He raised his hands in the air.

“Let me see. Take off your shirt” Rafe demands softly.

You slowly unbutton your blouse.

Revealing a bruised right where your tattoo for him sat. His hanwriting, from a first love note.

His eyes water and he gets closer “I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean to” he cries.

You look away crying “C'mon let's get some fresh air” Rafe requests.

Getting closer and kissing your lips softly “I love you so much” Rafe wipes away your tears.

“I love you two” You weakly smile grabbing his hand. Both of you going to your front porch.

He digs out his pack off cigarettes, holding the pack out for you. you grab one and giggle.

you place it in between your lips and he lights it up with his lighter. you inhale and hold it for a second. then exhaling.

feeling a bit more calm already.

“Im sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten violent” Rafe apologizes.

“I started it” You giggle.

“True but I hurt you” Rafe laughs.

You inhale it once again “Wanna have some fun?” You ask as smoke exits your mouth.

“The day I say no. Kill me” He jokes.

“Im gonna finish this. Go get ready” You grin.

He bites his lip then walks away shaking his head and chuckling.

Once your finished your cigarette you go back into your house.

So much couldn’t have saved you from that night.

#rafe outer banks #obx smut #outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x you #rafe x you #rafe smut #rafe obx

[behindthescenesoftaylor]

The Person I Used To Be.(Kyle x reader)

(I did not proofread this or edit because I’m lazy so if there is any mistakes or things that seem weird, tell me. Also if you have any tips or requests send those my way PLEASE.

Warning: This story contains mature themes including drug use, self-harm, and underage drinking. Reader discretion is advised. It may be triggering for some individuals.

(Characters are 17, this was based off deftone’s- Change.)

After (y/n)’s mom dies from an overdose, (y/n) finds herself lost in drug and alcohol. Kyle is concerned with this, she’s changed, she’s not the person she used to be

Kyle stood there against the wall with his arms crossed, an unpleasant feeling settling deep in his stomach. he was looking at (y/n), she was surrounded by people, younger and older. They cheered for her as she took another shot, the burn making her flinch but oh how she loved the feeling.

“Yes (y/n)!!!”

“Atta girl!”

“Get it hottie!”

She slammed the glass back onto the table and put her arms up in unison. The now empty glass was put aside as the 12th graders pulled out pill bottles and blade. The people around her started cheering once again.

“Hey! Does anybody have a bill?” A 10th grader asked and Kyle could see (y/n) getting out a single 5$ bill. They boy put the pills onto the table and began to crush them before formatting them into multiple single lines.

“I get to go first, since i won the shot contest!” (Y/n) slurred, a fat smile spreading onto her lips. Kyle hated the way the other boys looked at her, as if she was just an object. (Y/n) took the bill and rolled it up before placing it at the beginning of the line and sniffing all the way down. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, feeling the adrenaline.

“Fuck that was hot” a boy said, others nodding in agreement. Kyle furrowed his eyebrows in a silent anger, a flashback coming to him.

(Y/n) and Kyle sat in the waiting room, his hand was over her thigh as she chewed on her nail nervously. Her mother had been admitted after she found her on the floor, pill bottles in her hand. Tears leaked down her face as Kyle tried to comfort her, to his disappointment, it wasn’t working.

“Fuck, Kyle she told me she quit! She- she told me she was sober?! This is all my fault- it’s all my fault, i should have looked m-“

Her talking stopped as the doctor walked out of the door, his hands to his side. (Y/n) immediately stood up and rushed to the doctor.

“How is she? Is she okay?” She questioned. The doctor stood there with a frown for a second, the words leaving his mouth as soon as he saw the little girl, alone, sobbing.

“IS SHE OKAY?” She repeated frantically

“Ms. (L/n), I’m sorry to say this-“ the world went silent as he said the words, her hand flew over her mouth in shock as she back upped in disbelief until she couldn’t no more, hitting the wall. She slid down, and Kyle walked to her, sitting beside her and wrapping her in a huge hug as she sobbed and sobbed. Her cries echoing, leaving the day feeling empty for everyone who could hear.

Kyle shook his head, leaving his thoughts as a the song changed. (Grind on me by pretty ricky) He looked back and saw (y/n) getting up with Clyde . They went to the middle of the floor and started to dance, she turned with her back facing the clydes front and began to rub against him. (Y/n) was too high from the drugs and too drunk to process what she was doing, she was just caught in the moment. She tuned back around and Clyde began to kiss her neck as she continued to sway her hips.

Kyle freaked at this, this was his last straw, you were way to under the influence for this. He marched up to you and grabbed you by your arm roughly, pulling you away from Clyde and outside into his car. “Ow Kyle, what the fuck?!”

“Your coming to my house until this shit wears of (y/n), this is so irresponsible of you, I’m disappointed.” He says, quickly buckling in his seatbelt and starting the car.

“Dissapointed? Okay mother” she said back. Kyles head tuned back and forth as his eyes focused on the road infront of him. The ride to his house was short, taking less than 3 minutes to get there, and as soon as they parked Kyle was out of the door pulling (y/n) along with him.

Her footings were stumbled and she struggled to walk without tripping, Kyle had to hold her up for her to actually get in his house, unharmed. He was lucky that his family wasn’t home, they were currently in another state, for ikes hockey tournament.

They reached the living room before she lost her footing and she fell, hitting her head on the couch and her arm on the table.

“Goddammit, (y/n) are you okay?” Kyle questioned.

(y/n) got up and began to spin around, a feeling of bliss enlightening her. “I’m amazing Kyle! It’s so calming.”

Kyle shook his head and took her by the arm again, they got to the kitchen and suddenly, he picked her up.

“Wee!” (Y/n) said, it might just have been a couple feet but to her it felt like she was flying, the effects of the cross fade getting to her. Kyle placed her on the counter, making sure she was steady, and he hurriedly got the first aid kit, hoping she wouldn’t fall in the meantime.

Once he got it he went back and set it down beside her. She sat there looking into the distance, smiling. Kyle opened the box, took out the alchohol, and light pored it onto a cotton ball. His hands gently held her face as he bagan to dab it on the cut from the fall.

He then placed a bandaid on it, but unlike before, this time she gripped his arm. Her hands venturing up until she reached his cheek, Kyle sat there staring into her eyes. She spreads her legs, giving him room to stand between and pulled him in close, but before their lips could meet, he pulled away.

“Your drunk, (y/n)” he turned away, staring to the floor.

“So? I’m also high of coke, what about it?”

“Are you serious right now (y/n)?! What about it?!”

By this point Kyle was straight on yelling, his emotions getting the better of him.

“Your such a fucking party pooper kyle!” She hopped off the counter and began to walk out of the door, with the intention of going back to the party. She was not in the mood to deal with this.

He pulled her by her sleeve away from the door and took her to the bathroom, blocking the exit, she wasn’t going to get away this time.

“Party?! (Y/n) all that was, was a drug fest! You know it and i know it.”

“Kyle move!” She yelled trying to push him out of the way. He just shook his head no, refusing to let her out until she composed herself.

“Fine if i can’t go to the party, I’ll bring the party to me.” (Y/n) exclaimed as she slammed open the medicine cabinet and pulled out a random bottle. Kyle quickly grabbed her and pinned her to the ground, ripping the bottle out of her hand.

“(Y/n) are you serious? What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He yeld, holding her down. She struggled against him and tried to pry herself from his hands.

“Kyle i need it, I need it Please” she begged, longing for the feeling of the pills. “Please ky”

“(Y/n) don’t you see, this is how your mom died, i don’t want that to happen to you!!”

“Ky, it numbs me, all the pain leaves and even if just for a few hours! I don’t want to feel anymore pain, please Kyle, please.” She began to sob, her chest bouncing against him. He picked her up bridal style when she went limp, carrying her to his bed as she continued to cry.

“Shh” he said while setting her down under the covers and laying next to her, he took her smaller figure into his arms and wrapped tight as she just stared at the wall. Soon after, she fell asleep.

—

The next day she awoke still in his arms, hearing little snouts pouring out of his mouth. The headache from the hangover began as she moaned loudly and rolled out of the bed, away from his arms.

Kyle woke up, confused, seeing her on the ground holding her head. He realized that she was probably hungover, so he got up and got some medicine for her and placed it next to the water he placed on the table.

“Here” he said gently, his smooth voice making her heart flutter. She slowly grabbed the pills and the water and gulped them down, she then slid to sit against the wall with her knees to her chest, leaving an awkward silence around the room.

“So last night was eventful, I’m guessing” she said. She couldn’t really remember anything, just Kyle taking her here.

“(Y/n), this needs to stop. It’s unhealthy and dangerous.” He declared, looking at her from the bed. “It’s changing you.”

“Changing me? How? Because i don’t give a fuck now?!” She said, her voice slowly rising. He let out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair.

“People aren’t Supposed to feel numb, (y/n), that’s why the drugs are fucking illegal. You dyed your hair, got piercings, and your attitude has just changed! You’re doing the one thing you promised you wouldn’t ever do!”

“well people fucking change Kyle!” She yelled angrily, a scowl on her face.

“Not like this (y/n)! Your changing too much and unnaturally!! Your not the person i used to love anymore.”

Her angry facial expression immediately left, he used to love her? He got up from the bed and raced out of the room. “Kyle- Kyle wait!”

He ignored her and grabbed his keys, rushing inside his car. The car began to back up as she exited the house, leaving her there by herself, with the thought of him saying he used to love her, alone.

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[sunflowersoldat]

The Ones Left Behind - Aftermath

Summary: Steve left. The man you thought loved you unconditionally left you for a woman he kissed once over a hundred years ago. Now you're left to pickup the pieces, but you aren't the only one he abandoned.

A/N: This technically takes place after my Series Man Out Of Time, but you don't have to read that series to understand this one.

Pairing: (past relationship) Steve x reader, Bucky x reader.

Series warnings: talks of PTSD, future SMUT, violence, language.

This Chapter warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption and unconscious self harm.

Word count: 2.2k

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You didn’t move from your spot on the floor as you stared at the door, the deep red wine stain leading down to the broken glass.

You wanted to hate him, but you couldn’t, and it burned, your heart forever branded by his presence in your life.

You dozed off again.

You woke to the sound of your phone notifications going crazy, you reached for it, silencing it before tossing it into your bag. You stood, grabbing the trash can, dragging it towards the door. After cleaning up the glass, you took a towel and cleaned up the wine and the vibrant stain it left behind.

You looked around your empty apartment, this certainly wasn’t your house on the ranch, you missed it dearly, missed Clyde and Fenris. The fresh outdoor air, and the future you had planned for you and Steve, your heart ached at the thought. You picked up the second bottle of wine, situating yourself in front of the window, you watched the sun begin to set over the city.

The door to your apartment unlocked, creaking open quietly, and softly clicking shut. You heard a bag drop onto the floor,

“Buck? I see you are putting your key to good use…” you lifted the bottle of wine, “Sorry I started without you… well almost finished without you too.” you laughed softly.

Bucky didn’t answer you; he was just silent. You could feel his eyes on you as you dropped your head.

“Is it done? D-did h-he…” your voice trailed off; tears began to fill your eyes. “Who am I kidding, of course he did…”

You stopped speaking as warm arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you from the ground, placing you onto the bar. Bucky turned you towards him slowly, your eyes met his… only they weren’t Bucky’s.

“S-Steve?!”  

His ocean eyes were glued to yours, a soft smile on his lips as his head rested against yours, “Hey sweetheart…”

You couldn’t believe your eyes, he had left, you told him to. You reached up placing a hand on either side of his face, you studied him. He looked worn and tired, the silent tears streaming down your cheeks. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Steve settled himself between your legs, his hand coming up to caress your face, wiping the tears from your cheeks. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, “Princess… I could never leave you. After everything we have been through… I couldn’t do that to you.”

You squeezed him tightly, afraid if you didn’t, he would disappear from your grasp. Praying this wasn’t just a fever dream.

“But you said… What about Peggy?” your voice a soft whisper.

He pulled himself from your grasp, picking you up bridal style, walking towards the door. “Come on sweetheart, let’s go home.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he dangled the ranch house keys in front of your face, “You didn’t think I would actually let you sell that place, did you?”

You laughed lightly, “It was always meant for you… a place to have peace Steve…”

He pressed his forehead to yours as he picked up your bag slinging it over his shoulder, “It was meant for us Princess… Now let’s get home, we have a lot of time to make up for.”

He pressed a deep kiss to your lips before walking out the apartment door---

You startled awake, a hard surface against your back, your apartment pitch black, not even the lights from the city filtering in the windows like they normally did. Something wasn’t right.

Planting your hands on the ground, a sharp pain sliced through your hand, instantly recoiling, you felt the warmth of blood coating your hand. Reaching behind you, you felt your way up the wall, finding the light switch, flipping it on.

You were momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness, but as your eyes adjusted, a pit took anchor in your stomach. Your entire apartment was destroyed.

No.

Obliterated.

You clenched your fists at your sides as you looked to the windows, they were barricaded, covered with anything and everything you could find, not an ounce of light from outside filtered in. As for the rest of your apartment, well, it reminded you of Avenger’s Tower after the fight with Ultron’s bots. Shattered glass lay all over the floor, furniture and decorations littered the space, flipped on their sides, or upside-down.

You groaned as you carefully walked into the kitchen, running the warm water over your hand, reaching for the alcohol under the sink, you poured it over the gash in your palm. The stinging sensation causing your hand to tingle, after cleaning it, you reached for the first aid kit under the sink, rummaging through it to procure bandages. As you wrapped your hand, your fingers traced over the scars on your knuckles, a memory flickering in the back of your mind of a rainy night not too long ago. The feel of the tree bark tearing at your flesh, followed by a sad brunet’s bright blue eyes full of concern and rough fingertips softly tying your bandages.

You blinked, pulling yourself from the memory, gripping the counter tightly, you willed the memories to bury themselves back in the darkest pits of your consciousness. Taking a deep steadying breath, you released the counter, clearing your windows of their makeshift barricades, and setting your furniture up-right, lastly you picked up the glass, careful not to gouge yourself again.

You sighed, the apartment was still a disaster, but the rest could wait until morning, you stepped back into the kitchen, your empty bottle of wine mocking you on the counter. Scoffing, you grabbed it and the others, popping the tops off them, you turned the neck of the bottle downward in the sink. You watched as the deep red liquid sloshed down the drain. One by one each bottle emptied, you picked them up dropping them into the trash, if you continued to drink like this, you would need a new apartment. As the last bottle clattered into the trash, you flicked off the light, and a knock sounded through your apartment. Your head whipping to the door, padding towards it, you checked the time on the stove, 1:17am. Shaking your head, you cracked the door peeking out,

“Bucky? What’s goin on? Are you alright?”

You opened the door a little more to get a better look at him, he looked worse for wear, his still shoulder length hair disheveled, eyes dark and red rimmed, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he leaned against your door jamb. Your eyes furrowed, stepping back and opening the door so he could walk in, gesturing to the couch.

You and Bucky weren’t the closest, but when you were on the run with Steve, you had the chance to get to know him a little better in Wakanda, and in the few weeks you had after everyone came back from the second snap. You both cared for each other, you found solace, a kindred spirit of sorts. So, when he showed up on your doorstep, looking like he just came back from a war, you understood, he still fought wars in his mind, his memories still flooding back to him, haunting him.

You softly closed the door, bolting it, and walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, before walking into the living room to settle down on the couch next to him, handing him the glass. As he lifted it to his lips, you grabbed the freshly folded blanket on the back of the couch, wrapping the two of you in it,

“You wanna talk about it?” your voice barely a whisper.

All he could do was shake his head, his crystal eyes meeting yours briefly, the horrors they had witnessed, you could only imagine, but they held a sadness you knew all too well. You nodded in understanding, resting your head on his shoulder, letting your eyes flutter shut. After a few minutes, his head rested against yours, his breathing becoming even. You forced yourself awake; you were not sleeping on your couch tonight. Rising to your feet, you took Bucky’s hands in yours.

He hesitated for a moment before following you, as you entered your room, he began to protest, your name falling from his lips, the exhaustion and brokenness nearly palpable. You crawled onto your bed, rolling down the covers, before standing again, venturing to the dresser inside your closet. You grabbed a pair of men’s sweats from the bottom drawer, you stared at them for a long moment , but you swallowed the lump that threatened your throat, walking back out into the bedroom.

Bucky was still standing where you left him, shaking your head, you grabbed his hands, placing the sweats into them, you gestured to the bathroom,

“Get changed, you aren’t sleeping on my couch.” Your brows were raised, but your tone was solid, there wasn’t any room for rebuttal.

“Peach…”

You shook your head, “No, don’t ‘Peach’ me James Buchanan Barnes.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he disappeared into your bathroom, closing the door, you flicked the light in your room off, crawling into your bed, the soft yellow light peeking out from around the door, becoming a beacon as the door swung open. Bucky stepped out, sweats sitting low on his waist, the deep ‘V’ of his muscles trailing below the waistband. They were tighter on him than they had been on Steve; they hadn’t been baggy on him by any means, you just didn’t realize how much bigger Bucky was than him.

You rolled the covers back down so he could climb in, but he stopped just short of the bed, frozen in place looking down on you, “Peach, the couch is…”

“Shut up and lay down. I refuse to sleep on my couch when there is a perfectly good bed right here.”

“But…”

“And I am not leaving you by yourself. So, get comfortable.”

He swallowed, nodding as he placed his clothes in the chair by the door, he walked to the other side of the bed, you held the covers open as he slid in. The cold sheets are already absorbing his body heat, warming you down into your bones. You gave him a couple of minutes before turning over, back facing him, as you instinctually scooted closer, casually cuddling against him.  

You dozed off, as his arm draped across your middle, securing you tightly against him, you smiled to yourself, as the two of you drifted off to sleep. He just needed to feel safe.

You awoke shortly after in panic, at Bucky’s strangled cries. You flipped over, searching the room, to find it empty, your eyes settled on Bucky, who was still asleep. His eyes still closed as he thrashed next to you, his labored breathing and sweat slicked his face and chest. A nightmare. You recognized the symptoms because you had to soothe Steve through them as well. You had lost count of how many times you had gently woken him from his hellish memories. You imagined Bucky’s were worse, having been tortured and forced to do unimaginable things for so long.

Your heart ached for him as you reached for his face, delicately caressing his cheek,

“Bucky?” you whispered softly.

You gave him a light shake with your other hand,

“Buck?!” you whispered again, panic seeping into your tone.

His eyes flew open as he bolted straight up in the bed, his chest heaving as his eyes settled on yours, but they didn’t see you, the panic and sheer agony in them made you want to wrap your arms around him. You brought yourself up, sitting next to him, you placed a hand on his chest,

“Hey. It’s okay, you are here, not there. You’re with me, focus on me.” You spoke softly, trying to soothe his nerves.

Slowly, so very slowly, he returned to himself, the recognition lighting in his eyes as the nightmare released its hold on him. He blinked hazily, his breathing slowing. You hated this part, the aftermath of what they had become, all the decisions they had to live with. The pain you could see in his eyes, mirrored the pain you had seen so many times before in Steve’s, all you wanted to do was help, but you didn’t know how.

You caressed his cheek softly, repeating,

“It’s okay. You are Bucky, you aren’t him. You aren’t him.”

His eyes closed slowly, as he leaned toward you, his head resting against yours, you closed your eyes, your hand moving to the back of his neck to trace soothing circles as you waited for him to fully calm down.

“I’m sorry, Peach. I didn’t mean to… I can’t…”

You brought your hand to his cheek again, his eyes meeting yours, you shook your head softly, “You don’t have anything to apologize for Bucky. I understand, it isn’t your fault…”

“They don’t stop Peach, they don’t--” he sighed as you eased the two of you back into the covers, laying his head near your chest, you curled around him. Shushing him quietly as your hand carded through his soft long locks. His eyes drifted closed as you whispered reassurances to him, your own eyes sliding shut.

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Bonnie & Clyde

RE6!Leon Kennedy x FemReader

Desc- On a very important mission is Russia with your husband Leon you had gotten into a very rough fight with someone you dreaded to see, in which you break a leg & have to get Leon to play your knight & shining armor and save you.

Content- Fluff, Protective Leon, Badass Reader?, Broken Leg, Violence, I believe that’s it???

Requested By: @coolpastelartshoe <3

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Okay this is not a situation you wanted me in, in fact it was the last thing on your list. Especially in the Butt Fuck middle of nowhere RUSSIA out of all places, but. You & Leon literally had no choice, then again when did you guy’s EVER get a choice??

You both were currently in the middle of a facility in the literal snowy mountains FAR away from Moscow, freezing your tits off, You both had to split up into two separate directions in hopes of finding a vaccine for yet another virus in the US started by whom you ask? Glenn fucking Arias.

So here you were climbing in a fucking vent to sneak into a very secured scientific laboratory since you did not have a key card to get in, Your earpiece started going off and soon you heard your beloved husbands voice “How are we doing gorgeous? Any progress?” You grunted as your elbow slammed into one of many metal walls “If you consider climbing in a vent in order to get into a science lab progress then Yes, lots.” You smiled lightly when you heard Leons chuckle.

“Do your thing sweetness, I’m looking around, just got finished mugging one of the guards of his uniform & keycard“ You were now on the verge of murdering Leon so you just hummed in response, You had finally reached the end of the vent and starting lying on your back as you held up your legs in-front of the vent barriers “I gotta go Leon. I made it to the lab” Before he could even get a response in you kicked the barrier open & jumped out into the lab “That was easy.”

You walked around the room and noticed the Vaccine in a small casing & looked around hesitantly before breaking open the glass box and grabbing the formula “bingo.” You unzipped your body suit just a little bit before shoving the little bottle in between your cleavage and zipping back up and patting your chest before you spun around and immediately got thrown threw a glass window “WHAT THE FUCK?” You groaned as you looked up noticing Maria fucking Gomez making you sigh and plant your head back against the floor “Y’know since I keep running into you I might have to ask my husband if you want to help us spice things up in the bedroom since you love body slamming me so much-“ she walked over to you and pressed her shoe against your face making you grin slightly and grab her ankle “Shut. Up.” You hummed at her before responding after throwing her onto the ground and climbing on her lap and leaning closer towards her face lips almost touching “Make me.”

Now if you’re wondering ‘But what about Leon?’ He knows exactly what you do during your little cat fights, your in-fact quite the minx and MOST of the time it gets you what you want making your guys’ mission easy & successful plus, you really have fun confusing the ladies during your mission, sometimes both of you get in on the act together.

Maria glared and smacked you across the face and started pulling on your hair before you both end up rolling around the room fighting, hitting, shouting, kicking & just because you like to make things uncomfortable sometimes a loud moan. And of course Leon hears ALL of this over the earpiece but he thought you had things under control. Sort of. You we’re currently slammed up on a table so you had to kick Maria a few times before wrapping your legs around her shoulders so that when she stood up you had her head in between your thighs while you hit her a few times on the head before flipping her onto the ground which did NOT have a good outcome for either of you, You broke your fucking leg & she broke a shoulder so both of you laid on the ground groaning & even screaming. She breathed heavily as she laid in a bunch of glass and you were somewhere under a table “You Kennedy’s are a pain in the ass” you chuckled out lightly before nodding and holding your left leg which was the broken one “Yeah well- it’s our job..”

Before you could process the entire fight Leon walked into the lab and chuckled looking at you both “seems like you had your fun gorgeous” you hummed and held up the middle finger while Maria couldn’t even move. He sighed walking over towards you but looked at her “Looks like my girl kicked your ass a bit too much huh?” She glared up at him and spat in his direction which irritated you so you tried swinging your fist towards her but he swatted your arm and pointed his finger at you “Hey, Be good knock it off.” You rolled your eyes “just get me the fuck out of here.” You groaned “I need you to carry me. I broke my leg.” Leon widened his eyes before running his hand down his face “Jesus fucking christ, You really need to start behaving more.”

You sighed nodding your head as he picked you up bridal style “Nice uniform.” You winced out making him smirk nodding “Thanks, It’s new.” He started walking towards the exit and looked back at Maria who was coughing and bleeding quite a lot from all of the glass “It was nice seeing you. Tell Glenn to stop being a pain in my fucking ass for me will ya’?” He turned back around and proceeded to carry you out. Once he left the facility with you in his arms.

A few hours later you woke up in a hospital back in Moscow and saw Leon sitting in the corner reading up a news paper before looking towards your direction and smiling “Well good morning sunshine.” He got up and stood next to you while you smiled “You doin’ okay?” You hummed in response with a nod as-well making him smile lightly and caress your hair “You kicked quite some ass today baby girl. So proud of you, your leg is gonna have to be in a cast for a while though, but good news is..thanks to you the formula is safe & sound now & with rebecca and chris.” You smiled nodding “Well that’s good, not so much my leg but certainly the vaccine. I feel super sore though..”

Leon chuckled nodding “I would assume so pretty girl, you were being slammed around quite a bit today, too bad I won’t be able to do that for a while.” You sighed out in sarcastic sorrow before splaying your hand on-top of his chest “don’t remind me.” You both chuckled as he leaned in and planted a comforting kiss on your lips making you hum and run your hands through his hair “did so good f’me today princess..such a good girl for me.” You smiled softly as he mumbled praises against your lips before pulling away

For the remaining night you & Leon stayed in the hospital for safety precautions on your leg but to keep it peaceful he ordered take out to the hospital & you both stay in the bed feeding each other and enjoying each other’s company not even wanting to think about what the next mission will be in the future.

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❛i can’t wait to be alone with you.❜ with eddieee

hi, thank you so much for the submission!! so this ended up being mostly fluff with innuendos so i hope you enjoy!! (i might make a part 2 cause i love the idea so far)

warnings: alcohol, a bar fight, mentions of arguing

word count: 1.4K

The frigid air flew in the doors of the bustling bar as Eddie Munson stepped in, fresh off stage from a successful performance in New York City with his band, and desperate for a drink. Halloween night made many dress up, some opting for the comical choices while some lent towards the scandalous. Due to his peculiar style, his metal attire made him able to pass as any rockstar, even if the similarities were slim.

He tapped his ring clad fingers against the wooden bar, squishing between a sweaty sailor and a group of girls dressed as Charlie’s Angels. Giving the bartender his order, he partook in a hobby of his that was especially entertaining on nights like these; People watching. 

He watched as a man and woman dressed as Jack and Wendy from The Shining argued over the loud music. While Eddie couldn’t make out all the words, he watched as Jack’s face slowly became beet red, waving his arms before stomping off with his Wendy hot on his tail.

In a corner, he observed a man dressed as Smokey from Smokey and the Bandit, who looked a little too close to Burt Reynolds for comfort, down a whole bottle of Vodka as Spartans cheered. Mildly impressed, he was only distracted when the glass appeared in his hand, the cup feeling good against his guitar scarred fingers.

“I’ll have a rum and coke please.” He heard a soft voice call from down the bar, watching as you fiddled with the menu in front of you. The drink was easy to make, ending up with you quickly as you sat against the bar. 

The possibility it was due to alcohol was strong as he mindlessly wandered to you, sitting in the empty seat that had a crease down the red, plush cushion. While looking up in annoyance, your face softened at his exterior that held a smile and kind eyes. 

“What are you dressed as?” Eddie asked, voice raised as Uptown Girl blasted through the speakers surrounding the grimy bar. He glanced at your outfit, an orange sweater with a bandana around your neck, a brown skirt going down to your knees with black flats and a tan hat. 

“I’m Bonnie Parker, like from Bonnie and Clyde.” You replied, taking a quick swing of your drink, “What are you?”

“Eddie Munson.” He replied with a smirk, watching your face contort in thought.

You let out a breathy laugh, “I don’t think I know who that is, sorry.” 

“Don’t worry, you will.” He said, finishing off his drink and signaling for another, “So, where’s your Clyde?”

You let out a confused noise, briefly forgetting your costume was usually accompanied by someone else. You grinned, letting your arm rest against the counter as your sweater scrunched to your elbows.

“Nope, Bonnie’s riding solo. I was supposed to be here with some friends, but they bailed at the last minute.” You explained as he nodded, ignoring how your knees tersely gilded against one another's. “Does ‘Eddie Munson’ ride solo too? 

Your cheeky air quotes amused him as he thanked the bartender for the refill, “He does, especially after a long day of work.”

His eyes flicker to the Priscilla Presley dressed woman in the arms of a man in a bear costume, his mask lifted just enough for their mouths to cover each other. You follow his sight, a soft puff of laughter at the outrageous sight.

“New York never fails to amaze me.” You mused, swirling the melting ice, glancing to see his grin. “Are you from here?”

“Nope, Indiana, nothing cools’ come out of there except for Michael Jackson and, more importantly, me.” He joked, scoring a laugh from you that he took with honor. “So I’m just stopping by. What about you, Miss Parker?”

“Kentucky, all I’ve got is Colonel Sanders.” You said as Eddie laughed, “I live here now though, ‘bout a block away.”

He nodded, taking note of the way you delicately slipped your drink, wincing at the intensity of the rum that the bartender graciously filled. A drop trickled down your chin, wiping it with the sleeve of your sweater.

Your conversation was interjected as a man approached Priscilla and the bear, dressed in a full Elvis getup.

“Now this is getting interesting.” Eddie gawked, watching as words were shouted between the two men as Priscilla began to cry off her black eye liner. It was the bear who threw the first punch, followed by the black haired man to fight back. 

This evoked an audience, some cheering while others tried restraining. It only took seconds for more people to join, fists flying and shoes getting kicked off. The music screeched to a halt as the staff scrambled to recover the once cheerful bar, but the fight only grew. 

Eddie was slightly startled at your giggle, slamming down a 10 before grabbing his arm to rush out, pressing your forehead to the outside window. The bear had lost its mask, a pimple-covered jock that still attempted to puff out his chest at the King of Rock, who had joined forces with Obi-Wan and a cowboy.

“My money’s on the cowboy.” You interrupted his train of thought that was divided between you and the brawl. 

“No way, Obi-Wan!” He scoffed, crossing his arms as he stepped back from the fogged glass, stealing a quick look at you in full. 

You turned to the right, beginning to walk down the empty sidewalk, seeing Central Park in the distance that was filled with children dressed as princesses, dragons, and bumblebees. Eddie shoved a hand in his pocket, following your lead as if he had also needed to go in this direction and not back to his hotel that was to the left. 

“Let’s come back in the morning and see what’s left; A fake mustache or a lightsaber?” You teased, elbowing his side as your feet stumbled against the cracked sidewalk. 

“Are you saying you want to see me again?” He responded, seeing your bashful face that you attempted to cover with an eye roll. You yanked off your beret, shoving it into his spare palm, backing against the wall of a pizzeria that had obnoxious red and green banners.

He jolted towards you, staring at you as you lifted your hands in surrender, shaking your head with pursed lips. The flickering street light danced against your skin, making his heart slightly fumble, unsure if he was alerted by his heart or down south.

“There. Meet me there to give me back my hat or you’re a thief.” You reprimanded, graciously relaxing your posture as your arms retreated to your sides. 

Eddie nodded, furrowing his brows in thought as he observed the sewn fabric in his hand. He wondered if this was handmade or if you bought it, some fraying making him believe it could’ve been used before. He took a step closer, making sure to observe your body language to ensure you were relaxed, not genuinely fearful of the metalhead with a goofy smile.

“Well, how about I make this easier and keep bugging you till morning?” He questioned, swearing he could feel the heat radiating off your body in comparison to the nippy October air. 

All he received was a shrug before you continued your walk, pausing to watch for oncoming traffic as a Volvo and Mustang sprinted past. Eddie’s combat boots squeaked as he rushed besides you, going over the white lines together as the pedestrian light signaled.

“If you don’t mind messy apartments, be my guest.” You replied coolly, your hand accidentally brushing against his firm knuckles. “Unless you want to make it messier?”

Even he blushed at your response, throwing his head back with a laugh as he swayed his body to the side in anxiousness. When he looked over, your features were relaxed besides your scrunched nose due to the weather. 

“Oh, I can’t wait to be alone with you. In your soon to be messier apartment” He taunted, taking the opportunity of your arm being slightly bent to link his arm under yours.

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The first step was to plan out the whole thing, which was all mostly Kyle and Stan. Though Butters had to remind everyone that Kenny's birthday was coming up so without Butters, Kenny's birthday would've been like any other day(Thanks Butters :›).

The party was set at Tolkien's house since Kenny's house was poor and unstable. It was too small anyways, not that Kenny had a lot of friends to begin with...

Once Kenny arrived, the party officially began! Of course Cartman took credit for the decorating and planning, even though he didn't do jack.

The first thing Kenny did when he got there was look to see if there were any hot girls at the party. He was disappointed when there were only people from his class and none of the girls were even hot. The others had to assure him that they were on their way, they're not.

Aside from all the casualties, there were lots of games planned out for that night, beer pong, the mechanic bull riding game, darts, spin the bottle, seven minutes of heaven, Mario Party, Mario Kart. Typical teenage games.

The first game was beer pong. How did Tolkien manage to sneak beer into his house? That's something literally everyone who came to the party asked him, but he's a teen, he'll find a way to sneak a whole cow into his house if he needs. Stan ended up getting so drunk from beer pong that he passed out at least Five times that night. But that didn't stop him from drinking any more. He actually made everything so much more fun and funny by how he was acting.

"H-hey Kyle?" "What Stan?" "..Catch me" Stan ended up falling on top of Kyle while Kenny wheezed.

Kenny almost died from choking on one of the ping pong balls after trying to make one in by spitting it out of his mouth while everyone watched as Wendy literally stuck her whole arm in Kenny's throat to get the ball out. It's Kenny's birthday, he should get at least one day out of the whole year where he doesn't die.

The next game was the mechanic bull which Bebe was surprisingly good at for some reason. It really made all the guys think for a moment and the girls definitely gossiped about it the day after, but cheered her on for now. Jimmy also tried the Bull and let's just say that all those years of using his arms to hold him up really paid off today because good Lord was he amazing at it. He stayed on longer than anyone else did and he even got some beer poured on him as a reward.

At this point, Stan was awake and he wanted a go as well, even if he could barely stand up. Kyle was definitely against this, but Stan insisted. When he did go up, it was Kenny's turn to control the bull and he got the genius idea of turning the speed up all the way as soon as he started, and that's what he did. Stan ended up flying all the way across the room onto the pool table. Don't worry, he was laughing the whole time.

Darts seemed like a boring idea at first, but with everyone nearly drunk off beer and high off Randy's special stuff, the game was INTENSE. Clyde and Craig were head to head getting the bullseye with every throw. And in the end, Clyde won! Craig didn't take it too well and threw a dart at his head which he nearly avoided. Everyone joined in and started throwing razor sharp darts around the room. Poor Kenny was hiding behind a table the entire time. Luckily Butters was there to keep him company.

Spin the bottle is a game that's a must when it comes to parties. And this time, everyone from class were participating in the game. Even Tweek and Craig. Before the game started, Kenny had to chug a whole beer bottle so they could use it, and Kenny downed that thing like it was the last glass of water in the desert while everyone chanted 'Chug' over and over until Kenny wiped his mouth and held the bottle in the air. He almost smashed it on the ground out of habit which would've ruined the game.

Stan was secretly hoping that the bottle would land on him when it was Wendy's turn, even if he knew he was 'over her'. The most ironic thing is that everyone who were "stolen from him from Tolkien" got Tolkien! On the first round, Wendy landed on Tolkien, Tolkien landed on Kyle, literally everyone got a kiss from each other but Stan. On the fifth round, when it was Kenny's turn, he actually landed on Stan, which was the last thing Stan wanted at the moment. Kenny actually leaned in and opened his entire mouth sticking his tongue out and wiggling it making the already drunk Stan cackle the weirdest laugh you'd ever know. It really cheered him up.

Seven minutes of heaven right after spin the bottle seemed like too much at the time, but hey, it's a party where anything can happen! Since everyone was either drunk, or high to really focus, they did this in a different way. Everyone picked names from a hat, and whoever they got had to be tied together for seven minutes, or until they remembered.

Parings:

Stan x Jimmy

Kyle x Craig

Kenny x Eric

Butters x Heidi

Tweek x Timmy

Clyde x Wendy

Bebe x Tolkien

Annie x Rebecca (or Red)

(Everyone else weren't invited because they weren't remembered or popular enough.)

You already know that Kenny and Eric are going to have a blast tied to one another. With Kenny high and Eric being an arrogant meatball, things are bound to get interesting. Probably starting off literally a second after being tied together, Eric fell face forward with Kenny on top of his back, when he tried to roll back up, he almost crushed Kenny to death.

Stan and Jimmy were complicated to tie together. But they figured out out and ties Stan to Jimmy's crutches. Jimmy was just telling jokes which made drunk Stan cackle.

"W..what did the h...hor..ho- horse say after it fell? H..help, I can't G..G-giddyup!" 'Stan wheezing right next to him.' "W-we. What a t..terrific audience!"(got the joke from Google)

Kyle and Craig might seem like a normal pairing, but man was it hard to keep them in control. With Kyle wanting to help Stan and Craig wanting to be near Tweek, things did not mix well.

"What the hell Craig? I need to help Stan!" "Just leave him alone, he'll be fine." "Tweek will be fine if anything, Look at Stan, he's literally drooling from the mouth!"

Butters and Heidi make a pretty wholesome duo. They're both pretty soft spoken, but have their limits too. They both mainly just talk about Eric.

"And then he locked me in a basement for three days." "Damn, He threatened to hurt himself if I didn't get back with him."

Tweek and Timmy were another hard pair to tie together, but they ended up tying Tweeks leg to one of Timmy's wheels. At one point, Timmy started to race through the house forcefully dragging Tweek by the leg along with him while Craig followed quickly behind with Kyle also being dragged.

There really isn't much to say with Wendy and Clyde. They've never really spoken before so Wendy thought it would be a good idea to play a few getting to know me games with him.

"So I like art, going out and hanging out with my girlfriends, what do you like?" "I like shoes." "Oh my God, me too!" Things are going great with them.

Bebe and Tolkien are more awkward with each other. Unlike Wendy, neither of them are really willing to start a conversation and just wait for the other to start a conversation or something. Just anything to break the tense atmosphere..

"..." "..." *Awkward looking around*

...

Annie and Rebecca just act as if they aren't even tied up. As part of the girl committee back in elementary, they've grown really close over the years and mainly just gossip about things going on at the moment.

"Did you see the way Stan looked when Wendy Kissed Tolkien?" "Yeah, it was priceless!"

Some people were relieved once the seven minutes were up while others felt like no time had passed at all.

The party split into two groups after that. One group plays Mario Party while the other Plays Mario Kart. Kenny was shocked nonetheless when Tolkien pulled out multiple controllers and machines to play the games.

Both groups have never concentrated as much as they did for the time that they played these games, even the girls. Everyone was so tense trying to beat one another

"Craig you fuckwad, your blue shell brought me to last!" "It's not my fault you can't move out of the way Kyle!" "That's not how the game fucking works!" "Uh oh, looks like Kyle's mom joined the party." "Shut up Fatass!"

Kyle can be a little hot headed whenever he gets competitive..

In the end, everyone gathers around a half broken table and sings Kenny Happy Birthday. Kenny may be poor, but that doesn't mean that he's poor on friends. Even if those same friends ended up throwing cake and beer all over him at the end of his own party :›

#kenny mccormick #happy birthday kenny #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #eric cartman #wendy testaburger #token black #jimmy valmer #clyde donovan #tweek tweak #craig tucker #sp creek #south park bebe #south park #timmyjimmy #timmy burch

[cheesemonky]

the queen's society

an overview of the universe of mark, david and all their other friends

head's up, this is a very chaotic story line and the amount of illegal activity that these guys discuss and do is unholy 😭

don't blame me, this is all with my friends' input, and this was created a long while back!!

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CHARACTERS :

DAVID:

he is (not so secretly) in love with his best friend

may or may not have a tiny weenie alchohol addiction

does drugs. and by drugs, i mean caffeine. which he gets from an old lady with dementia. and the caffeine in question is kopiko

dropped out of high school in year 11 because "the IB course is way too hard broski" (tbf it WAS difficult)

used to work at a club... not as a bartender...

met almost all his friends in some sort of sexual encounter. 'almost all' being the key words.

swears on his life that he once lived with 8 other people (he didnt, it was one night, and they were all drunk)

shares an apartment with mark, but mark pays the entire rent. like, david payed the first time, then mark moved in and paid for everything after that, including bills

is 25 but only just started uni because mark says he needs a proper job

MARK:

david is his best friend and love interest

aced high school and actually has his life together

rich ass surgeon but had a side job as a bartender for a while

he says he's only living with david because of david's tendencies, but there's definitely an ulterior motive...

his ex-girlfriend is his therapist, so there's tension there

has this weird thing where he gets kidnapped like, every other day, but somehow makes it out???

prefers wine to beer and makes that one 'ew' face when he sees david's cans and bottles laid all over the floor (which is all the time)

adding onto that, has to give constant reminders to get david to clean them out of the tv room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, etc. but they're never gone

KAMERON:

gets mistaken for a woman and has to explain that he wears thigh highs and heels solely because they're comfortable ("tf you mean 'heels are comfy'?")

went to high school with mark and david yet still can't handle either of them

no one knows what he does for work, but he's got a pretty good house and a decent car

closeted gay (the closet is made of glass)

visits david every other week to drink, game and get high

the only friend in the group that has never had any sort of romantic relationship

also pretty smart cos he likes to code

STANLEY

rascist asf and no one knows why he's still in the friend group

he's schizophrenic and insists his name is Andleeb (he has names for everyone else as well)

met mark at a convenience store after he tried to rob the cashier, and mark later bailed him out of jail

is dating his drug dealer (actual drugs this time)

finished high school but dropped out of uni

used to be a car mechanic but got fired after a multitude of cars broke down and the company was sued

pretty sporty, major cricket fan

CLYDE

makes and sells meth to most of his friends

tells people that his name is walter white

met david at a brothel an unholy place

went to school with harriet and jim

was never actually part of the main friend group, he was always just... there ig

he and david dated for a while but turns out he only needed david's basement for meth making so they broke up

is dating his client

CHARACTERS THAT AREN'T THAT INTERESTING BUT ARE IMPORTANT TO THE STORY:

Harriett

Jim

Greg

Rebecca

Elizabeth

Rashmi

@hanjiquokkaaa @jinnie-ret <3

#cries of death #the queens society #<3 #crack #fics #ocs #au

[stvnmvrsh]

keep the rain - searows

He knows. Every time he reaches for a bottle, he knows. Still, he pops the cap and takes a sip. The bottle is cold in his grip, even colder on his lips. It doesn't matter anymore, nothing does when that liquid gold is soothing his parched throat.

Noisy. It's too noisy here in Clyde's house. Clyde's playlist was blasting through the speakers, Beyonce's Partition was hard to ignore. The rainbow-colored LED lights bounced off the walls, illuminating the entire house. It smelled like alcohol, weed, and teenagers. Eric and Kenny hit him up and convinced him to stay at the party for a while, to have a good time. That's what summer break's all about, right?

They were in the kitchen, talking about their lives when Kenny spotted Marjorine's blonde hair.

"Oh shit, Marjorine's here. Liquid courage before I go?" Kenny giggles as he holds up a bottle of raspberry-flavored Smirnoff. Stan rolls his eyes, but Kenny knows he doesn't mean it as Stan goes to grab the glasses. Kenny pours them both generous doubles.

"On three?"

"Yuuup."

"Together then." They hook their arms, shots at the ready.

"One, two, three!" Arms still crossed, they down their shots and grimace at the burn.

"You gonna be okay here?" Kenny asks him, his face already peaches and cream.

"'Course. Go get 'er tiger." Grinning, they bumped elbows and Stan watched as the pair faded into the crowd. His smile drops. It was just him in the kitchen now, not a part of the action but just close enough. He was okay with being alone, he believed. He hopped off his barstool and pulled a few more beers out of the cooler that was closest to him.

He knows every time he drinks, he'll try to drown himself further and further. Until he can't feel anymore. Until he can't breathe anymore.

Just one to get a taste.

That first one was nice and refreshing, the second one should be good.

A third should do the trick.

A fourth for the buzz.

A fifth.

A sixth-

-

Disgusting. Stan feels absolutely rank as he rolls over in bed. He lets out a low groan as his head pounds. He tries to open his eyes, only managing a second before the sunlight sears his vision. He could feel the warm light on his face.

He kicks his feet under the covers and he notices how much softer they feel. They're not his. Stan's eyes shoot open as he slowly scans his surroundings. He calms himself as he sees the familiar blue walls. Kyle's room.

The thought of seeing Kyle right now made him increasingly nauseous. He hasn't spoken to him properly for a long while now, much less been in his room. Kyle'd been diligently studying for exams, going to debate club, and hanging around Tolkien. No matter how much he couldn't stand to see them together, he could never do anything about it. He figured it was for the best. He didn't want to drag him down, asking to skip out on class with him. Stan could feel the bile coming up his esophagus and he pitifully empties the contents of his stomach in the bedside wastebin.

"Good morning." Fuckfuckfuck. He didn't hear the door open, he was too busy sicking himself. Footsteps approach him, but he doesn't respond. He doesn't want to see Kyle. He makes everything feel too real. But Kyle wasn't having it, forcing his chin up and wiping the vomit off his face with a hot washcloth. He's come in with a plate of buttered blueberry bagels and sliced strawberries. Stan's favorite. He sets it on the nightstand.

"Drink it." Kyle pushes a glass of lemon water in his hand as he sits himself on the bed across from Stan. He downs the glass in one go, thankful for the taste of something other than his vomit. His heart feels like it's going to burst. It's just Kyle, but somehow his comfort hurts him.

"Kenny asked me to come get you." Stan just fiddles with the empty glass, avoiding his stare.

"He says you've just been drinking for hours again." Kyle's voice was unreadable.

"Please just look at me, Stan." He has no choice but to obey.

Kyle was in green plaid pajama pants and a faded black The Cure tee Stan gifted him years ago. It was a bit tight around his broadening shoulders. The morning rays lit his red curls. They were fiery, wild, and unbounded. Stan thinks it rivals Kyle's evergreen eyes as his best feature. He feels small as he looks upon him, really looks. He's as gorgeous as ever.

"You can't keep this up, you know. Getting drunk, ditching school, fucking off into the woods without telling anyone." Stan knows he's angry, it only makes him want to curl up into a ball and die. He knows he deserves every degrading word directed toward him.

Crack. Crumbling.

"Why the fuck do you keep doing this shit, Stan?" Kyle's fists clenched at his sides, volatile. Kyle sneers at him, he can't hold back anymore.

Crack. Fracturing.

"Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? How Kenny feels? Even Wendy is worried about you. I barely see you anymore, and when I do, you look like shit. Your vague texts don't tell me anything, Stan. I feel like we've been lost at sea, that I'm trying so hard to reach for you, but you're doused in oil. All I can do is watch you slip further, deeper into whatever misery you're in!" His voice was reverberating in his ears, frenzied.

The dam is finally dilapidated as Kyle cries out at him, his ivory skin flushing red, tears racing past the constellations of freckles.

"Please! I'm so afraid I'm going to lose you forever! I feel so stupid thinking about you day in and day out when you don't even care about anything that happens to you! I hate that I want to drop everything to make sure you're okay! I hate that I still love you so much! I fucking hate you!"

Stan was crying too, now. He disregarded every hesitation he had and bought Kyle close. He was tired of avoiding the touch he craved the most as he ran his hand down Kyle's back trying to soothe him, the other wrapped around his waist.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Stan murmurs into his ear, hoping to ease the pain in Kyle's heart even a little.

"I just couldn't understand myself, so I thought no one else would. I felt too alone. My emotions were spiraling out of control and meshing together, I couldn't tell them apart anymore. I was looking for a way out. I didn't want to feel anymore. I was trying to drink myself into oblivion, nothingness. Even when I thought I was there, I still thought about you."

Still locked in an embrace, Kyle tried his best to cease his heaving chest. He couldn't see Stan's face, but he knew he was still crying.

"We've been growing older and I know I can't stop it. We're growing farther and farther away from you and me when we were kids. You were hanging out with Tolkien. Kenny and Cartman hang out with Marj. It was really easy, almost too easy for me to isolate myself. No one in my house asked any questions anyways."

Kyle gritted his teeth.

"Well sorry to say, asshole, but you're wrong. All I ever wanted was to stay by your side. Friends, lovers, it didn't matter to me. You were already walking away from me and I was foolish enough to think you were coming back. Then, you were out of my life. I waited several months, but couldn't wait for you anymore. I knew I'd wait forever. For my own sake, I just decided I had to move on. Even if I didn't want to."

He pulled away from Stan, wanting to look at his face.

"I don't know what made you think I wasn't there for you, but I never left. Not really, anyways. I don't care if you don't understand yourself. Who truly does? I accept you for whatever, whoever you are. If you need help, we'll get it for you. Whatever you think you need, I'll be here always. Nothing changed for me. You were always my best friend."

Stan felt like he was the biggest moron in the world, probably because he was.

"You love me?" Stan asked skeptically. Kyle almost wanted to bash his head in.

"Yes, you dick, were you even listening to anything I was saying?" Kyle was going to say more, but all his thoughts were punted away as Stan's lips were gingerly pressed against his own. He smelled like raspberries.

As Stan pulled away, his stomach let out a roar. He smiled cheekily and pointed to the forgotten plate on the nightstand. "Uhh- are you gonna eat those?"

Kyle scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Really? Jesus Christ, dude." He handed him the plate anyways.

"I'm sure you know, but I love you too," Stan confesses shyly through a mouthful of blueberry bagel.

#stan marsh #kyle broflovski #sp angst #sp style #south park #south park stan #south park kyle #sp kyle #sp stan #sp bunny #south park bunny #style sp #stanky #sp stanky #lmfaooo sorry i kinda lied i will fr write fluff sometime tho #i hate writing angst but i've been fueled by too many sad songs :((( #gods i just want them to be happy

[dr-lizortecho]

One Line Any Fic

I was tagged by @crepuscularqueens thank you <3

rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! then tag 10 people. (idk 10 people sorryyy im shy)

The Polar Bear King (Mr. Jones/Liz Ortecho)

Jones stirs under her, lifting her chin so he can look into her eyes. “We will go on together, darling,” his southern accent thick. “When this curse is over I will burn down this entire world to find them both and make that witch pay.”

If we’re made of stardust… (Max Evans/Liz Ortecho/Kyle Valenti, Isobel Evans/Rosa Ortecho, Michael Guerin/Alex Manes)

Max feels his stomach drop to the floor, something inside him reeling out and snapping back in. And sure enough Max Evans and Liz Ortecho are on Kyle’s arm, the lettering seeming to blend at the beginning like the M and L didn’t know to be separate letters.

Drunk on a Plane (Max Evans/Kyle Valenti)

 “They’re-“ Max freezes, words seeming to elude him all of the sudden. “They’re alien bonded. Like… linked permanently. A sort of…” he waves his hand, even with the small glass bottle. His muscles feel less tense, the space between their bodies only getting smaller as time goes on, most of the other passengers asleep. “It’s a psychic bond. Like… they’re alien married.”

Baby, I’ll Treat You Right (Liz Ortecho/Isobel Evans)

“Good?” She murmurs gently, reaching up to untie the silk from her wrists. The material sliding easily away as she discards it on to the bed’s end table.

a partner to ride with you when I can’t (Max Evans&Rosa Ortecho)

Rosa rolls her eyes, “look, chocolate chip, if your gonna make this choice, make sure you’re doing it for the right reasons.”

The Allure of Darkness (Mr. Jones/Clyde)

“You’re a good follower,” Jones’s mind caresses his gently. It’s warm and familiar. A soft fondness to the quirk of Jones’s lips as he picks up the clear pad pressing it into Clyde’s hands.

the futures in the hand that you hold (Max Evans&Isobel Evans)

“I can hear his mind as well as any,” Isobel responds. Standing up and pulling Max with her. His face does the thing, lips pulling up at the edges until his face hurts, like the foreign action was attacking him. But it feels good, a warmth bubbling up in his chest.

Swing Life Away (Max Evans/Kyle Valenti, Liz Ortecho/Isobel Evans, Michael Guerin/Alex Manes)

Max gives him a weak smile, “you look ridiculous.” Because he did, with half a yellow handprint on the side of his face. A sort of mark from Max that wasn’t quite a claim to him as much as a reminder of his presence.

Forever is the sweetest con (Liz Ortecho/Michael Guerin)

“Not up to lab standards,” she says with a small smile. It’s one of those secret kinds, that speak of shared history and inside jokes. He hates the small thrill that sends through his body, the idea that spending the last month so close to her had bonded them in some way. Because he’d always craved connection, in one form or another.

Raise Your Glass (Bonnie Bennett/Caroline Forbes/Tyler Lockwood)

Bonnie wants to roll her eyes, maybe say something sassy, but instead she bites at her lip and nods. Which only makes him chuckle lightly, grabbing at her waist and pulling her body flush to him. Her heart skips in her chest, because this was Ty after all. They’d been friends as far back as she could remember. He’d literally pulled Caroline’s pig tails in elementary school.

no pressure tags @thesquidkid @ladynox @beautifulcheat @bisexualalienss @ravens-words @islndgurl777 and anyone else with fic who wants to consider yourself tagged by me!

#sorry this is long and chaotic 😅 #tagged in #fic stuff

[kzlaurence]

Bonnie & Clyde (toxic)

The toxic love is exciting. I will say that. But, it is more alluring from afar.

Crying on the kitchen floor, grabbing for the wine bottle to suck on your pain.

Screaming in the car until the windows dog and as you make up and make love, you can press your handprint against the glass like you're Kate Winslet in the Titanic--and we all want to be that in love.

Going days in silence knowing that whoever breaks first is admitting they love the other more and, by default, losing.

Glaring looks from close friends, knowing they will never understand this kind of passion you share--the can't let go, ride or die type of love (Bonnie and Clyde die in the end: don't let yourself think you're different).

It goes on: the inconsolable nights, the feeling that your hearts are made of the same glass, and the absolute joy that comes from the postponed heartbreak when they walk back through the door.

When you don't get the highs anymore as they slowly wear down from the torrential storms and winds of your every day gusts of anger and love, you are left with mediocrity and, eventually, just lows. A flatline of lows, like a heart that's stopped beating on a monitor.

It is when the toxicity has been boiling in your bloodstream for too long so it filters into your heart.

The excitement makes your heart race so quickly it doesn't break it - it makes it stop.

#love quotes #toxic #spilled quotes #relationship #dark acamedia #writers on tumblr #writing #dark aesthetic

[kijiboop]

Chet Stays In - Chapter Two

Warnings: date rape drugs/roofies, alcohol abuse, terrible coping mechanisms

It was a few days later when the Johnson brothers and Clyde Piccoli came into the bar and ordered a round of Pink Fucks for everyone. Chet obliged, mixing up the beer pitchers until every hand in the bar had a noxiously pink cocktail in it. 

When he spotted Clyde offering one to Marisa in the corner, though... something snapped. Without thinking, he turned and started grabbing bottles until he had mixed something that smelled vaguely like a Pink Fuck and a Tequila Sunrise had gone to Vegas and gotten married. He got to the last ingredients, paused, and then added nutmeg and orange rind and left it at that. 

He brought it to Marisa himself when Clyde wasn't looking. "Trade me," he whispered to her. "This one's better." Marisa tilted her head to watch him warily. Chet raised his eyebrows emphatically, then glanced to keep an eye on Clyde. "C'mon, Marisa, just trust me this once, okay?" He paused to grin at her, almost embarrassed. "I made Jay buy more reposado for this."

"Specifically for this drink?" Marisa asked him, her tone light with sarcasm and amusement. "I'm flattered."

"You should be." Chet switched the glass with the one Clyde had given her. "I don't make new drinks for just anyone." He spotted Clyde turning back toward the table and made himself scarce, slipping back to the bar and putting the glass down in the sink. He stared at it for a second, finding something suspicious in the back of his mind. He picked the glass up, sniffed it, tasted the very edge with the tip of his tongue, made a face. "He's not even subtle," he muttered to himself and dumped the drink down the drain. 

He decided that tonight was a night to keep an eye open. It was one thing to serve ketamine to a knowledgeable crowd--everyone knew what was in Pink Fuck--but it was something else entirely to spike it further with rohypnol. He finally spotted one of the Johnson brothers with his hand over a girl's drink and did the only thing he could think of: he slapped the back of his hand. 

"What the fuck!" Johnson #2--nobody much remembered their first names anymore, just that there were three of them--bellowed. The tablet rolled around the base of the drink and he slapped his palm over it, glaring at Chet. 

"Those do not mix well with others," Chet hissed at him. "Double up and you're not just going to get a forgettable ride, you're getting a murder charge."

"Since when does Chet Kaminski care?" 

Chet felt his eyes slide past the Johnson to where Marisa was watching him with interest. She had barely touched her drink but she was carefully keeping one hand over the rim. "Since you assholes started dropping roofies," he replied, loud enough that several women around them turned to look. "There's fun and there's prison time." 

"I oughta pound your face," the bigger man snarled over the bar and Chet briefly considered fainting dead away behind the bar. 

What would Ash do? he thought in a flash. Probably something stupid that causes a fight and a broken nose. Considering his nose had already been broken twice this year, Chet wasn't keen on the idea of causing more mayhem. Fainting was the safer option but only for himself. "Go ahead," Chet finally managed to stutter. "If it'll make you feel better. I just don't want anyone hurt because I didn't say something."

Laughter and the Johnson moved to turn away, talking to one of his brothers. Chet had just decided to relax when a fist came for his face and the whole room went black. 

****

He was doing a great deal of painful awakening lately. Chet held very still, listening to his blood pounding in his ears and feeling the sympathetic pulsing centered above his left eye. He was afraid to check to see if his nose was broken again. He figured it probably was. 

When something cool and damp touched his face, Chet jerked sharply into full awareness. "The hell--" Marisa sat next to him on the floor, a wet bar rag in one hand and a sheepish expression on her face. "--happened?" Chet finished lamely.

"Benny Johnson happened," she sighed and leaned forward again with the rag. It stung on his split lip and Chet winced. "Sorry. But every girl in the bar wanted to thank you, you know. For what you said. Some of them were already starting to feel bad and couldn't figure out why." She gently dabbed at his face, then wrapped a few ice cubes into a clean rag and handed it to him. "You've got a shiner."

"Is that all?" Chet muttered and held the ice pack to his eye. It hurt with a skull-deep ache that probably wouldn't go away easily. 

"That and the split lip," confirmed Marisa with a little nod. "You're lucky he missed your nose."

"Johnson always did have bad aim." Chet sighed and leaned back against the wall behind the bar. Closing his eyes eased the ache in his head some but shut out all the information he still wanted to gather, like Marisa's expression. "Why are you back here?"

"You needed help." Marisa shrugged. "I called Jay when the fight broke out and he came to close up. The police took a few guys down and Jay's driving two girls to the hospital. I volunteered to uh... hold the fort." Chet started to heave himself to his feet but Marisa grabbed his wrist and tugged him back down. "The door's locked. Nobody's here but us. Don't worry."

Chet let her drag him down, grunting when his tailbone hit the floor. "I'll be lucky to have a job after this," he sighed. He licked his lips, tasted blood and made a face. 

"Why?" Marisa asked, her tone genuinely confused. "You stood up for every girl in here, Chet. You shouldn't have a problem getting laid for weeks."

"After serving them all ketamine?" he retorted with a sad smile. It cracked his lip and he licked the cut again. 

"Everyone knew what they were drinking when they accepted a Pink Fuck," Marisa said. She dabbed at his lip with her rag again and looked into his face seriously. "You didn't let me drink one." Chet tilted his face away, refusing to meet her eyes. "Why?"

"Why would you accept one if you know what's in it?"

"Maybe I like the high."

Chet shook his head slowly, still not looking at her. "I don't believe that."

Marisa was quiet for a long time. When she did speak, it was barely above a whisper: "Maybe I just didn't want to go home alone."

"Doesn't matter who with?"

"Guess not."

They stared at each other. "Maybe if I knew you weren't coming home with me, I wanted to make sure you got home safely." 

Marisa's eyes widened slightly. "Do you want me to go home with you?"

Chet swallowed hard. The question felt harder to answer than it should have been. Of course he wanted her to come home with him; she was very attractive and female. It should have been a no-brainer, an easy slam dunk. "Would you if I said yes?"

The air felt like it had become heavy, sluggish in his chest, like breathing was an effort. Finally, Marisa sat back on her heels. "No."

The ache spiked through his sternum and Chet sighed, smiling at her sadly. "I didn't think so. That's why I wanted to make sure you were safe. Clyde wasn't going to make sure you were safe, so I figured I'd better."

"I wasn't planning on going home with Clyde."

"Good," Chet blurted. "The guy's worse than four Johnsons in one skin."

"There are only three."

"They've got a father."

Marisa laughed and Chet couldn't keep himself from smiling at the sound. She really did have a great laugh. "Well, thanks for looking out for me, then. The drink was good, too. What are you calling it?"

"A 'here, don't drink that.'" Chet leaned against the wall and walked himself back up, wincing when the movement jostled his head. "Potentially a 'pink sunrise' if I can get the colors right."

"Grapefruit juice might help."

"In addition to the orange or in place of?" Marisa chuckled when Chet turned toward the bar and started pulling out the necessary bottles for tequila sunrise and pink fuck. He paused, raising his eyebrows at her. "What?"

"You get punched in the face, are alone with a girl in a bar and you're talking shop?"

Chet felt the bottle of grenadine slip between his fingers and he reached quickly with his other hand to catch it. "You already said--"

"--that I wouldn't go home with you, yes," Marisa interrupted. "Not that I didn't like you." She took a step closer and Chet closed his eyes, swallowing hard and trying to sort out his thoughts. "I mean, if you'd rather talk shop..."

"I didn't say that," he said quickly and she grinned up at him. He looked into her face with a long, careful breath, then said softly, "Are you messing with me right now? Because if you are, fine, I get it. I just want to know."

Marisa looked surprised. "Why would I be messing with you?"

"Plenty of women do. Small town bartender's an easy and relatively safe target, I guess." She didn't move away and Chet had the distinct impression that someone had broken the air conditioning in the bar. Her nose was adorable. "Your move."

"I feel like we're talking about two different things," Marisa murmured. She seemed to take account of how close she was to him and stepped back slightly. Chet couldn't ignore the sense of disappointment that went with her. "You're a lot more serious when you've been punched in the face."

"It happens," Chet agreed. "And I'm just trying to make sure we're on the same page. You basically just walked out of my peripheral vision and now I'm not sure if I should be trying to walk around you like it didn't happen or if you're really trying to be front-and-center of my attention." Her eyebrows raised and he swallowed his nervousness. "Because you are. Front-and-center, I mean. I just want to know what... you want." He finished the sentence weakly and let his hands drop to his sides. "Because I'm just about a hundred percent sure it's not me." When she didn't speak, Chet clenched his teeth and turned away from her, angry with himself. "Why the fuck am I even talking like this. I don't know what I'm talking about. Johnson must have hit me harder than I thought."

"Chet." Marisa touched his wrist and he looked back at her. Her other hand came up to touch his face and he leaned down, automatically following her invitation as she stood on her toes and leaned to kiss him. He felt like she was too far away, so he lifted one hand to her hip and pulled gently, was surprised when she came easily to lean against him. Her kiss was soft and warm and Chet held onto her, hoping she wouldn't pull away from him too soon. Even when the kiss ended, it was a gentle affair that left their faces still close and her body leaning against his. "I don't know if I ever know what I want," she whispered, her dark eyes even darker in the dim light. "I haven't been front-and-center for anyone in a long time."

Chet found himself smiling as he stroked the backs of his fingers down her cheek. "Nobody's been front-and-center for me, either. Not since high school."

"Not since Cheryl."

"No." The old ache throbbed and he tried to ignore it. "Not really." He wondered if he should let her go, push her away. She hadn't moved from her lean, still had one hand curled around the back of his neck, still had her body pressed gently up against his. She didn't feel like she wanted to move away from him. He hoped he wasn't imagining it. "Can I kiss you again?" 

Marisa smiled at him and Chet felt warm all over. "Please," she whispered. He did, leaning down again and letting one hand wrap around to the small of her back. 

He didn't stop until he tasted blood. The reminder of his split lip made him start and Marisa leaned back to study his face. "Ow," he mumbled, licking at the cut. 

"Stop licking it," Marisa scolded softly. "You'll just chap your lips."

"It hurts," Chet whined. 

"Licking it won't help."

"But--" Before he could whine further, Marisa started to laugh and he grinned sheepishly. "I suppose kissing probably doesn't help much, either."

"It's more fun," Marisa murmured. 

She started to lean back up, but someone rattled the door and they both jumped apart. Jay unlocked the front door and came in, bustling and grumbling about what a mess his bar had become. He didn't seem to notice the guilty expressions on their faces until he was standing directly across the bar from them. He stopped, looking from Marisa to Chet and back. "You're awake," he said to Chet.

"Yup."

"Good. At least I don't need to make another trip to the hospital." Jay waved his hand toward the larger bar room. "Clean this shit up. I think we've had enough property damage for one night." He gave Marisa a long, thoughtful stare, then added, "Thanks for staying. You mind sticking around and helping clean up?"

"Sure." 

Jay nodded once and stomped off into the back staff area, leaving Chet and Marisa to study each other. 

"You don't have to stay," Chet said as he gathered himself and started to pack up the bar. "I can get it."

"I'll go if you want me to," Marisa replied and he stopped cleaning to watch her smile. "I'd rather stay, though."

Chet opened his mouth, closed it, lifting one finger like he was thinking about something else, then sighed. "I don't understand but I'm not going to argue." Marisa's smile grew and he answered it with a lopsided grin of his own. "Can you get the mop? It's in the closet next to the bathrooms."

"Sure thing."

***

Seven broken glasses, four broken bottles, and two refills on the mop bucket later and the Elk Lounge looked mostly back to its usual seedy self. Chet had flipped up all the chairs while Marisa swiped the mop under them one more time. Jay returned to watch them finishing up, his arms crossed over his chest. "You want a job?" he called to Marisa.

"I've got one," she grinned back, "but thanks."

"How much you making?"

"More than you'll pay me."

Jay made a grumpy sound and Chet hid his smile in the collar of his shirt. When the owner had stalked off again, he leaned his arm on the leg of a chair. "Where are you working?"

Marisa looked up from mopping under the table. "I write copy for the Detroit Free Press. It's mostly remote work which is nice. Sometimes I get to go into the city for a while, which is also nice."

"No wonder you're always hanging out at weird hours." Chet helped her push the mop and bucket back to the closet and empty it into the sink. "I like Detroit. I just can't afford it."

"Not many can," Marisa agreed. She gave him a sly look, then poked him in the ribs. "From the looks of your car, you can barely afford Elk Grove."

"Hey!" Chet shot back, injured. "I'll have you know that car runs just fine. Purrs like a kitten."

"Or an asthmatic bobcat."

He considered and shrugged. "She has her days." Chet closed up the closet. "Do you want a ride home?"

Marisa chuckled. "I'm within walking distance, Chet. It'll take less time to walk to my apartment than starting your car." 

Chet huffed but grinned at her when she bumped her shoulder against his. "Do you want me to walk you home? Or are you still afraid to let me know where you live?"

The amusement vanished from Marisa's face and he wondered if he shouldn't have mentioned it. She tucked her chin in silence for a few moments, then Chet was surprised to feel her taking his hand. "I'm not afraid," she said softly. She tilted her head to smile at him and he felt his stomach turn over in an ungainly flop. "Are you?"

"Should I be?"

"Only if you're scared of me."

Chet opened his mouth to brush off the statement, then stopped and looked at her seriously. "Honestly," he whispered, "I am, a little."

"Why?"

A small smile tugged at his lips and Chet sighed. "Because you make me think. I think it's ruining my image."

Marisa's smile dazzled him a little and she pulled him closer by the hand. "Walk me home, hotshot."

#chet kaminski #ash vs evil dead #ted raimi #fanfiction #chet kaminski/OFC #OFC: Marisa Mossberg #kiji fics #chet kaminski is a menace to society #and i love him

[glassbxttless]

Can I get a Clyde Logan Headcanon. Something super fluffy.

Clyde is as domestic as they come when it comes to home life.

He loves when you two make shopping lists together and split up at the grocery store. And he smiles really big when he wanders around the store in search of what’s on his half of the list and sees you trying to chose between what style pasta to buy.

And his he’s constantly trying to better the trailer into something you’ve been dreaming up on your vision boards— whether that means replacing the sink or painting your bedroom.

He calls you honeybee more often than your own name and makes sure he tells you he loves ya more often than anything else.

He loves when he can sit beside you and read as you do your work on your laptop. He just loves to be close to you.

Clyde always makes the coffee for you in the morning. He’s happy to do it too. He’s got a special red mug for you to use.

He knows that you like a little bit of creamer but definitely not too much.

And he always kisses your forehead before you leave for work. And it doesn’t matter on the skirt or dress pants you’re wearing, he’ll give your ass a little smack on the way off the porch.

#glassbxttless adcu #glassbxttless #clyde logan x female reader #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan #ceces headcanons #clyde in the glass bottle

[extremelyblackandwhite]

she’s like the wind | steve kemp.

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

summary: there are things you shouldn’t keep bottled up. they’ll make you insane. 

warnings: smut (18+), dark themes, murder, emotional outburst, swearing, fresh spoilers

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she’s taking my heart and she doesn't know what she's done. feel her breath on my face, her body close to me, can't look in her eyes, she's out of my league ...

Her eyes met his the moment those words left his lips. Y/N couldn’t particularly tell if he was merely bluffing or if he mean them, that smirk of his making it impossible to distinguish between the two. His hand softly on hers twirled her around, holding her back flush against his chest as his hips softly swayed to the changing melody on the vinyl player. His lips traced patterns from her jaw to her shoulder, the scent of her skin his biggest drug. There she was, all his, in those arms of his. Maybe that silly little myth about Zeus separating soulmates was correct because here she was; just as crazy as he was. She would eventually accept him, she was just being difficult. Happily for her, he enjoyed the chase as much as he enjoyed her. 

The song shifted, Cry to Me echoing in the living room as his hands climbed up her arm, settling his hands on her shoulder as well as his chin. She always smelled so beautifully, like coffee and white magnolias, his perfect, perfect girl. Her hand was flat against his chest, caressing up to his cheek where her fingers rubbed the small stubble there.

      - Stop fighting me. - his hips softly swayed with hers, his hand meeting hers to twirl her around so he could see her face. - We’re good together, baby.

       - We’re not together. - her words teased him, turned him on even. - It’s more of an alliance. 

       - Then why is my cum dried in your thighs? - his hand lowered down, his fingers almost ghostly touching the spots of her inner thighs. - You know no one is gonna love you like I do, baby. 

       - You don’t love me, you’re obsessed. 

       - I’m both, baby. No one is gonna do for you what I would do for you. I’ll kill for you, baby. Anyone you want. We’ll fucking rip his heart out if you want, baby. Anything. 

Steve was not a normal person, he lacked empathy, that she was sure of. He didn’t care about those he had killed and he wasn’t going to stop. If he was lacking empathy, then those words couldn’t possibly be true. She knew that much, but also enjoyed the idea of it. The modern Bonnie and Clyde. Besides she liked love but she was merely his obsession until he found something else to obsess about. She had been someone’s obsession once and then she was thrown away, traded by someone new. She was not gonna be traded again. Her hand lowered from his face, that glassy look Steve had yet to learn to read. 

Like a temptress or a femme fatale from a noir, she sauntered away and towards the table to grab her wine glass. She looked over at him before taking a sip of the red liquid and walking away, leaving him to smirk at her behaviour. Such a brat. He chuckled to himself, walking to the table himself to take the last gulp of his wine and bring the cutlery and plates back to the kitchen. His eyes moved over to her ex-husband’s body. Idiot, he would have his fun if he could but he still needed to dispose of him. Shame.

He turned on the tap, listening to the songs still playing until the bell echoed in the house. He turned off the tap, his hand moving to open the lower drawer under the oven to grab a gun. His eyes were void of any emotion as he hide it under his shirt and made his way towards the door. There was a woman outside, short with curly ginger hair. Had his dumb bunny called someone on him?

Like a mask, he slipped into his soft spoken persona, the surgeon who’d gotten all those girls to trust him as he opened the door. She had to be around the same age as his Y/N, maybe slightly younger, dressed in casual clothing. 

     - Where is she?! - she stepped pass the boundary of his home.

     - Excuse me? - he put himself in front of her. 

     - Y/N! She’s been talking non stop about coming here so where is she? Where is my fiancé?

     - I think you need to calm down. Y/N’s been here for the past days so I would suggest you go find him somewhere else. - he extended his arm to keep her apart from him. 

     - Matt always said she was crazy! - she attempted to surround him; however those words stroke a chord in him. - I know she did something, he just wouldn’t go missing. 

     - You’re not gonna come into my home and attack my girlfriend. I suggest you leave, right now. - his hand tightened around the gun behind him. 

     - SHE’S CRAZY! WHERE’S MY FIANCÉ?

Steve prepared to take the gun from behind his shirt only to watch the ginger girl’s eyes turn glassy, lifeless. His eyes watched hers for a while until her muscles grew weak and she fell to the ground, leaving him to see his bunny with a syringe in hand and a look that was much too familiar to him. A look of indifference as she mumbled that she was not crazy. She dropped the syringe to the floor, kicking it away before tucking her hair behind her ear. 

     - Could’ve given me a hand earlier, baby. 

     - I was trying to think of how I could make it look like a suicide. - she wiped her hands on her dress. - Why did you even open the door?

     - Would’ve looked more suspicious if I hadn’t, baby. - he kicked the ginger girl on the ground ever so slightly but she remained motionless. - Now we have three bodies and I hate to point it out baby, but two of them were your fault. 

      - We need to get rid of them. - she put her hand under her chin. - How did you kill Matt anyway?

      - Same way you just killed this girl right now.

      - She killed him and then felt guilty so she came back and killed herself as well. She’s always been a bit ... volatile ... so there won’t be anyone asking any pesky questions. - she walked around in a circle. - We’ll dump them where Matt used to go hunting and leave them there. 

     - Put her in the car boot and I’ll go grab Matt. We’ll figure out what to do with Ann when we return. 

She nodded, running outside to grab one of the garden covers to wrap the woman she had just killed with. The last thing she needed were for any fibers to get stuck on her and start a murder investigation. Fun of Martha to call her crazy when she’s the one who slept with her husband after she had willingly given her a position in her laboratory. She was not crazy, she always did what was expected of a “good wife”. She’d even cooked home made meals every night even when she had woken up at 4AM to go to work. She had been the best wife someone could be and she was not sorry. She was not crazy and she was definetely not the dumb little wife. After all the person dead and wrapped in the boot of his car was Martha and not her. 

She shut the boot and walked to the driver’s seat, her hands gripping the wheel. Her fingers tapped to the beat of her heart, the silence enervating her and making her almost become breathless. She didn’t notice how her jaw was clenched until Steve joined her in the passenger’s seat. She didn’t say anything instead driving in full silence and stopping by the side of the forest. She always hated hunting. Fitting he’d end up here, after all he’d lied to her so many nights saying that he was out hunting. 

Steve helped her dump them deep into the woods, their bodies laid in a position which would be liable enough for the police or whoever found them to consider it just another lover’s spat. Besides, with the night, the animals were sure to get to them before anything and she always had an alibi. An unreliable alibi, but an alibi nonetheless. Her feet crackled the autumn leaves as she stared at him, not an once of sadness but merely regret for all that she had lost while trying to love him, to have the have it all myth. A strained breathe escaped her mouth as she noticed the dim afternoon light reflect off the stone of the ring in Martha’s finger. Her engagement ring, the engagement ring he’d bought her and then taken back only to give to her mistress. 

Whatever unresolved guilt feelings were manifesting in her head were replaced with red. There was no better way to explain it, and it was ready to explode. She ran from the crime scene, entering the car to punch the wheel while Steve followed in her footsteps. 

    - Baby, c’mon, no need to feel that guilty. 

    - I DID EVERYTHING AND FOR WHAT?! - so everything seemed to explode, in what was a mix of years and years of repressed emotions and feelings. Her hands gripped at the wheel. - FOR HIM TO GIVE MY ENGAGEMENT RING TO SOMEONE WHO I TOOK PITY ON. 

    - They’re dead, baby. - he moved to place his hand over hers. 

    - WHY DIDN’T HE LOVE ME?! 

    - Why does that matter? I love you. 

    - YOU DON’T LOVE ME! YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH ME. - she turned on the car engine. - The moment I stop being a novelty, you’ll kill me!

The two were silent as she drove through small roads and other trails to make their path unpredictable and hard to trace, although in a regular road it would be impossible to do so. The two remained in silence as they reached home, with Y/N locking herself in the main room, wrapped in the duvet while Steve walked up to the kitchen. She could be crazier, he thought to himself, but right now she did have her reasons to not trust him. He sighed, walking up to the door and knocking. 

     - My love, c’mon, let’s talk. - he knocked once more. - It is very rude to lock yourself in my bedroom and not allow me in. 

He knocked yet again, waiting she’d get tired and open the door which she eventually did. She answered the door wrapped in his duvet, her dress discarded somewhere in the room and puffy eyes from crying. He had to admit it was nice knowing she had some feelings, maybe it could make up for those he didn’t have. 

     - What do you want?

     - Couples should never go to bed angry, baby. Isn’t that psychology 101?

     - I’m a neuroscientist, not a psychologist. - she sat in the bed, pulling the duvet off her to remain only in her underwear. - Besides, we are not a couple.

      - One day you’re gonna stop resisting me. - he sat in front of her, his hand caressing her face. - And you will realise that I can give you everything you want. 

She moved her arms towards him, loosely wrapped around as her lips met his. He did love being kissed by her. He moved to hold her tightly against him, his kisses growing in intensity as he laid her down. His kisses lowered down to her shoulder, his teeth pulling the strap of her bra down to kiss down her shoulder and torso up to her navel when he looked up into her eyes before kissing down to her lower abdomen and the top of her underwear. 

     - Steve ... - she pulled to kiss him as he lowered down the underwear. - Please. 

     - Not even gonna let me worship up, baby?

     - Stop teasing. - she pouted as he undid his belt and pulled down her trousers and underwear. 

She kissed down his jaw and to his neck, leaving her marks there as he thrusted into her. He was sure this was going to always be heaven, feeling her warm and tight around him, like his perfect little cock slut. He leaned to kiss her as his hands wrapped around her hips to ensure he was in control, sliding in and out of her in a slow, sensual manner. 

     - Such a pretty girl for me, baby. - he growled as he continued with his teasing slow pace. - So fucking good. 

Her arm wrapped around his back, her mouth agape and her breasts flushed against his chest, her bare pebbled nipples rubbing against the material of his shirt. Fuck, maybe he was starting to get into her head but she didn’t care anymore. He continued as long as he could bare with that almost burning slow movement until he eventually lost control and returned to his favourite pace, his skin bruising hers as he thrusted in and out of her.

     - You like that, baby? You like feeling me even after in not there? - he growled as he bite her shoulder. - My little perfect, perfect girl. 

She buried her head onto the soft pillow as he fucked her, his frustrations about her not wanting to be his clear and evident as he ensured his hands would be bruised on her, her skin would be bruised from him. She could feel him, the texture of his delicious cock marked on her walls. Fuck. 

     - Steve, fuck! - her nails dug onto his skin as his thrusts grew more erratic until he came inside of her.

     - Fuck, fucking take it. - his movements were sloppy until he stopped. His forehead rested against hers as his thumb rubbed her bottom lip. - Baby, you’re too good at this. 

     - I want a nice, expensive home in the suburbs with a pool in the back garden. 

     - Whatever you want, baby. - he smiled, finally trapping his bunny. - Whatever you want. 

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