#everyone buckle up cause I'm determined to knock all of these out

[wormdebut]

LET DOWN AND HANGING AROUND (CRUSHED LIKE A BUG IN THE GROUND)

Ahoy! This is my first VERY LATE ficlet for @corrodedcoffinfest ! My absolute bad for being so late, but BOY am I HAPPY TO BE HERE!

Warm Up Prompt One: Taxed. Word Count: 1000 (scrivener says 1000 Wordcounter says 979. IDK Man, it’s within limit), Rating: T, Pairing: None, CW: Swears, Smoking, Angst Tags: Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak

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October 1987

They've been at this for fucking years. Eddie feels like a fucking girl scout.

'Well hello there Mr. Music Man, would you like to buy a box of shitty garage band metal?'

Except they weren't fucking shitty. All of the guys had been working their assess off, writing, playing shows, shitty gig after shitty gig after shitty gig.

But they haven't managed anything. Nothing, zilch, nada.

They had a small crowd showing up at the Hideout, and the owner, Benny, started letting them play not only their usual Tuesday but because Eddie had been helping him with placehe was letting them play Saturday nights now too, which was great because while he appreciates the likes of his uncle and Wayne's best friends on Tuesdays, there were almost twenty people every Saturday night and that was something.

They also had a standing gig at a bar in Indianapolis at least once a month, lately they've been playing The Barrel every other week and Eddie thought--he thought--that that would get them somewhere.

The guys were fucking exhausted but Eddie kept pushing because they could do this. Corroded Coffin was great. They were great and somebody was going to see that…right?

Eddie saw what they had. He did. But the guys--

"C'mon Ed, we can't keep sneaking Gareth into bars forever. I think we need to--maybe consider other options or--" Jeff rambles. They were supposed to be practicing but Jeff Williams had to swoop inwith his stupid common sense bullshit. Jeff motherfucking Williams is one of the best guitarists Eddie has ever had to the privilege of listening to, but Jeff wants to go college like a real boy!

Gareth cuts him off, "It's just the two bars man, and I have a fake, if I need it anyw--"

Would you look at that, it's time for Freddy to cut in. "Yeah, but you're three feet tall and have the face of a newborn child."

Gareth shoves at Freddy's chest. "Oh fuck off, man. At least I'm not a virgin!" He yelps and great. This is great.

Now the band is fighting, again, because Jeff wants to go to College, Goodie is a Virgin, and Gareth is short.

Eddie just want to play music.

If they all want to yell, Eddie can yell louder. "See. Do you see what happens when you start talking about 'other options' Jeff? Chaos--and not the fun kind!"

"See, Eddie--this is the fucking problem with you. All you care about is your music, your dream, It's all about you!"

Jeff is yelling at Eddie, Gareth and Freak are rough housing, how did this even happen. All Eddie wants is to do something. Be something. He believes in this, in Jeff, and Freddy and Gareth, in the band.

And he gets that everyone is taxed, tired. Eddie is fucking exhausted. Gareth is trying to not fail his senior year. He gets it, he does, but-- "You know what, Jeff?" His voice breaks, and isn't that fucking humiliating? "Some of us, don't have college as an option. Did you ever consider that?"

Eddie leans over and grabs his cigarettes from the table, before shoulder checking Jeff as he leaves.

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What’s the fucking point? Eddie puts everything into lyrics that people probably don't even know, all of them spend hours writing and harmonizing, making sure chords make sense, just for everything to be a pipe dream. They haven't taken a break for anything. It's either work or school or Coffin Shit. They haven't played D&D in months. They've just been doing this.

But it's all Eddie has. How the hell was he ever going to get out of shitty ass Hawkins, if it wasn't this way? He didn't exactly ace his finals--even the third time around. Honestly? He's pretty sure they just let him pass, to get him the fuck out of there.

He lights up what feels like his eighth cigarette--it's not, it's his second--and stares out to the empty street. They use Gareth's garage to practice…for being as straight laced as she is, Ms. Emerson sure does believe in the band.

Dottie Emerson and Eddie. God dammit, maybe Jeff is right.

He should go back, he should go back and apologize, and let this go. He has the job at the Hideout, he can save and maybe move to Indy--play an acoustic at some bars or…something.

God, he's just so tired of this shit.

He finishes his cigarette, and tries to breathe. Breathe in--hold--breathe out--he doesn't realizes Jeff until he taps his shoulder.

"Hey." Jeff says, quiet. Eddie, just nods, grabs his pack and offers a cancer-filled olive branch. Jeff takes it.

Eddie doesn't say anything. Doesn't want to, doesn't know what he should say.

So Jeff does. "I'm sorry, Ed. I didn't mean to make you upset. I'm just fucking tired man, we all are and I do want this, I do, but it's fucking scary." Eddie turns, watches Jeff blow out smoke. "I got accepted to IU, did you know that?"

Eddie blinks. He did not know that. "No, you hadn't mentioned it."

Jeff turns to look at him, "I didn't want this to happen."

Eddie closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath. In--hold--out. "You should go." He forces a smile, watches as Jeff's eyes shine for a moment--no wonder he had that silly crush on him his second senior year, but it was only for like a week, leave it alone--before he srunches his face up, Eddie can't help but laugh. Jeff always does that, when he's stressed. It makes him look like a rabbit.

Jeff goes to speak, but Eddie cuts him off. "Let's do this Halloween show, it'll be our going away gift to our tens of adoring fans."

Jeff laughs at that, nods, and pulls Eddie into a hug.

Everything will be fine, with or without Corroded Coffin.

#worm brain #everyone buckle up cause I'm determined to knock all of these out #they will follow a story line BUT also stand alone #so note that even though eddie thinks this is the end thats a big fat lie #Steve is out there somewhere #and so will Corroded Coffin being famous as fuck #I promise #eddie munson #stranger thing #stranger things ficlet #pre steddie #cause BOY WILL THEY BE HERE #Corroded Coffin #All the boys. They are all here and they be fighting #corrrodedcoffinfest #worm coffin verse

[lady-serai]

My Saving Grace

Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin Fanfiction

Rating M

Disclaimer: I don’t own SnK/AoT

WARNING: there is a rape scene in this first chapter. I have marked the beginning and the end of the M-rated scene if you don’t want to read it or if it’ll trigger you. 

Chapter One

It was late in the evening as Sasha Braus, new Survey Corps member, found herself delivering a message to one of the MP commanding officers named Michael Garforth. The letter was entrusted to her by Commander Erwin Smith of the Survey Corps, and she was determined not to fail. Many people presume that she wasn't smart and she hated those accusations because it wasn't the case. Her personality as a laid back, easy-going person made it difficult to prove them wrong. However, she was determined to deliver a simple document successfully. As she approached the MP headquarters, she couldn't help but wonder at the large building.

She met an MP outside of the headquarters and held up the document for the guard to see. "I'm Sasha Braus of the Survey Corps! I was asked by Commander Erwin Smith to deliver this document to Section Commander Michael Garforth!"

The guard waved her in and gave her directions to the Section Commander's office. Sasha walked down the elaborate hallways. They must have a lot of money to waste if they are spending money to make such elaborate halls. She asked an MP as she was walking by for directions. Sasha felt relieved when the MP decided to guide her to the office herself.

Sasha was showed into the room and was met with piercing dark eyes belonging to a tall man sitting at a desk. Sitting in chairs around the officer's desk were several other men. She marched her way further into the room and saluted. "Sasha Braus of the Survey Corps. I am here to deliver a document from Survey Corps Commander Erwin Smith to Section Commander Garforth!"

"At ease, soldier," the dark-eyed man said with a slight smile. "I'm Section Commander Michael Garforth. Now, let me see that document."

Startled by his kindness, Sasha obediently walked over to his desk to hand him the message. She fidgeted a little under the gaze of four other men sitting around her as she waited for Garforth to finish reading the document.

"Well, now, then. Thank you for delivering this message."

Sasha saluted. "Your welcome sir."

"You must be quite the busy soldier," the commanding officer said warmly to her.

Sasha shrugged. "Training and expeditions do make a soldier quite busy sir."

"You must be tired and hungry. Would you like to take a short break before heading back to the Survey Corps headquarters?"

"Oh, I could not," Sasha said shaking her head.

"You must be hungry and slightly thirsty. I have some leftovers that one of the section commanders gave me to try, but I just ate an hour ago. Take a break before you go back to the Survey Corps," Garforth said smiling.

"Ah," said Sasha embarrassed at the compliment. She was going to refuse, but she didn't want to appear to be rude. "I guess a tiny break wouldn't hurt," Sasha conceded as she took a seat one of the officers offered her.

"I think it is remarkable that a woman is part of the Survey Corps."

Sasha flushed and looked down at her hands. "I joined because I wanted to protect my village."

"That is very courageous of you to risk your life for your village."

Sasha shrugged. Garforth gestured towards one of the men. "Get the food for the soldier here and prepare the table so she could eat."

"Yes, sir."

Garforth turned his warm gaze towards Sasha. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Uh, tea? Please."

Garforth smiled. "We have tea. James, get the tea that I serve to my guests if you will."

"Yes, sir."

Sasha waited quietly as the officers spoke among themselves and Garforth continued to flip through documents. The door opened, and Sasha turned to see James with a cup of tea in his hand. She thanked him as she took the cup and sipped from it.

Sasha couldn't help but feel small in comparison to everyone in the room. She continued to sip from the cup. She couldn't help but think the tea had such a sweet taste to it. Cinnamon and something else she couldn't place her finger. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her whole body. It was almost unreal at how warm her body felt. She lightly put her hand on her forehead not aware the officers were watching her with interest and Garforth's slight smile.

"Would you like to eat?" Garforth asked her gently.

Sasha turned her brown eyes on the commanding officer. "W-what?" she mumbled.

"We got food," Garforth clarified.

"Food. Yes, food sounds good," Sasha mumbled standing up and almost fell before she stabilized herself. She felt a hand holding onto her arm.

"Allow me to escort you to the table," Garforth said smiling as he practically half-carried, half-dragged the girl out of the room towards the table. Sasha kept her eyes on her feet, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. She looked up and stopped dead in her tracks. She stared at the bared table that had rope all over the table. She slowly turned to look at Garforth who had moved behind her. Before she could say a word, his men grabbed her and lifted her off the ground. Sasha began to thrash.

******M rated scene******

"What the hell are you doing?!" the auburn-haired girl snapped struggling to free her limbs but for some reason, her limbs weren't responding. Horrified, she stared at Garforth. "What the hell did you do to me?"

Garforth ignored her. "Tie her down boys."

"You sick bastard," Sasha snarled as she struggled against the men who wrestled her onto the table. As three men held down, another two men tied her to the table with the ropes. Sasha struggled, but she was starting to get too tired to fight back.

Garforth moved to her head and stroked her cheek. Sasha snapped her teeth at him, and Garforth yanked his hand back. Sasha was satisfied to see a bite mark on his hand. However, her satisfaction was short-lived as a giant hand collided with her cheek snapping her head to the side.

"Gag her. The bitch just bit me," Garforth barked.

"You are a horrible person!" Sasha spat.

Garforth shrugged. "You are easy, my dear. I have needs to be fulfilled."

Tears trickled down her face as another man wrestled the gag into her mouth. Sasha stared in horror as Garforth waved a hand at James who gleefully ripped her shirt off of her body while another officer, who had prepared the table, used a knife to cut through her pants. Sasha closed her eyes as she was bared to the horrid man who was leering at her.

Sasha's eyes widened when she heard buckles snapping and the rustle of pants being dropped to the floor. "My, my, men. Look at how toned this woman's body is. I must say Survey Corps women have quite gorgeous bodies. Now, leave us!" Sasha watched as the commander's officers left her tied to the table with a man who had no qualms taking her virginity.

Garforth moved to stand in between her parted legs. She desperately tried to move her legs closed, but huge hands gripped her thighs in a fierce grip that caused her to wince in pain.

"Please," she whimpered. "I'm begging you to stop. Do not do this. Please just let me go back to my headquarters."

She felt a tiny bit of hope when she saw him pause. Is he…?

Her eyes widened in shock as he jerked his hips and impaled himself in her causing her to jerk and scream in pain.

"Stop!" she screamed as he roughly thrusted into her. "You are hurting me!'

He leaned over her writhing body and pulled her left breast into his mouth. "That's a shame," he said as he released her left breast with a pop. "I like it rough especially with virgins."

Sasha struggled against his grip, but she was already spent. She just laid there wincing and gasping as Garforth violated her. The horrid man began to thrust faster and harder with no restraint until he finally shuddered as his seed poured into her body. Sasha just laid there as he pulled himself out of her and fixed himself.

Sasha closed her eyes, exhausted. It felt as if she had been ripped to pieces. When she was finally left alone by herself, Sasha allowed herself to cry.

Please…someone save me.

*****M rated scene ends*****

Levi was sitting working on his paperwork when he heard someone knocking on his door.

"Come in," he said shortly, eyes never leaving the document he had been reading.

"Um, sir," he heard Eren Jaeger.

Levi looked up. "What is it?"

"Um, sir, uh—"

"Spit it out, brat."

"I'm worried about someone!" he practically yelped.

Levi raised an eyebrow.

"It's Sasha Braus. Commander Erwin sent Sasha to deliver a document to MP headquarters, and she hasn't returned yet. It's been over an hour, sir. I was wondering if you could—"

"Get her?"

Eren shifted. "Yes, sir."

Levi grunted and pushed himself from his desk. "I hate searching for brats. I will let Commander Erwin know about your request and let him deal with it. Knowing you, you will continue to beg me until I get pissed and decide to look for another shitty brat for you. Don't give me that look, Jaeger. It's written all over your pathetic face. Go back to the mess hall before I decide my boot looks better on your face than on the floor."

"Yes sir," Eren Jaeger said, saluting. The brat practically sprinted out of his office. Levi walked briskly to Commander Erwin's office.

Good time to bother Eyebrows.

Levi didn't bother knocking on the door to his superior's office. Erwin sharply looked up and opened his mouth and was about to reprimand Levi but stopped when he saw the expression on Levi's face.

Although, to most people, they wouldn't be able to tell that Levi was worried unless they knew him as well as Erwin did.

"What's wrong?" Erwin asked.

"Sasha Braus."

Recognition flashed in Erwin's blue eyes. "I sent Ms. Braus to the MP headquarters to deliver a document to Section Commander Michael Garforth."

"According to the brat, it has been over an hour, oh now, it's over two hours ago."

Concern showed slightly in Erwin's eyes. "Hmm, maybe I should send Hange out to fetch the girl."

But something in Erwin's statement bothered Levi more than anything else. He slammed his hands on Erwin's desk. "Did you say Garforth?"

"Yes, why?"

"Do you know about his reputation?"

"As a capable commander? Yes."

"No, Erwin, you respectable idiot. I'm talking about his slutish behavior. And he doesn't get the women; he takes them." Levi paused to see the horror in Erwin's eyes.

"Levi! Take your squad and get her!" Erwin snapped alarmed. "I'm going to inform Eren and his teammates that you are going to get her."

Levi was out of the room before Erwin finished. Levi was more than alarmed. And more than just angry.

Garforth. You better pray to whatever god you believe in that I don't see your ugly face.

Levi gritted his teeth, enraged.

#rape is not okay for any reason #get your needs satisfied by a willing and consenting partner #sasha x levi #attack on titan fanfiction #i don't own snk/aot