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hersweetrevenge · 3 months

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corey commentary: the official making of h40 🎃🔪

honestly i feel like this book really helped me refocus my thoughts on corey and brought me back to basics for the first time in a while.

i've split this post into a few specific topics based on my own thoughts and the book details that i found most interesting. a lot of this i've talked about before but i'm bringing it back with evidence babyyy.

WARNING for suicide and suicidal ideation, murder, manipulation, mental health issues and crises, and passing mentions of child abuse.

costume

corey's costume was developed in reverse (pg. 176), starting with his final look, the leather jacketed bad boy, and working backwards to the opening scene look, the good boy on his way to the sock hop.

i love that this was the process, i think that's so interesting from both a design and character perspective. taking him from what he became to what he was? it feels sort of like they were centring nostalgia in a way, starting with who corey became and then looking back to who he was (and who he will never be again). it kind of makes his downfall even more heart-breaking to me.

rohan mention's wearing coreys clothes in his real life and how no one even looked at him (pg. 184). in the commentary he also mentioned wearing corey's glasses a lot to get into the character mindset.

very interesting that we have tried and tested proof that corey can literally fade into the background and go unnoticed. it must be a combination of trying to be visually more plain but also a very quiet demeanour. but then you have the angle of corey being forced to reduce himself to as small and quiet and invisible impossible. i like the way corey both wants to be invisible (to avoid confrontation) but also desperately wants to be seen and heard and believed and understood by someone.

frame of mind/suicidal ideation

rohan mentions that there's an element of corey having not been able to kill himself before, because it was too hard to do, but looking into michael's eyes he realises he can just "call it quits" and let michael do it. then, after he is spared by michael, it gives him "permission" (pg. 198)

i think it makes a lot of sense though that michael letting him go is what tips corey over the edge, maybe reinforcing his own buried guilt (if michael let him go, he must be evil, right?) and making it feel a lot easier to make horrific choices (murder) while also making his emergency exit plan (suicide) feel easier too, if he wanted to.

corey being "tainted" by the shape because he's so close to being that anyway (pg. 172).

i don't personally believe in evil as an actual supernatural force in these movies, but corey is definitlel portrayed as more susceptible to michael's influence, even if michael does actuall demand anything of him.

i think @/slutforstabbings was the one who mentioned this to me. but when corey meets michael he is mentally and physically more susceptible to reacting irrationally in a very real-world sense. he has a history of abuse, experienced a major trauma (the accident), been under intense stress (the party), and had a recent head injury (the fall from the bridge and smacking his head in the sewer). these factors all contribute to a mental health crisis and drastic change in personality.

i feel like this confirms that corey was likely headed for (possibly another) breakdown in the future, but the events of the party/meeting michael just triggers it sooner.

emotional control

rohan mentions corey purposely doesn't feel anything since the accident (pg. 188).

this might have been my favourite detail that gets mentioned. i've always thought that corey's way of surviving post-accident was to just shutdown completely and switch off all his emotions. it's interesting to know that rohan was playing him that way.

and also a lot of the time when corey does feel strong emotions, they are turned in on himself to try and keep them private, like his anger at terry results in him hurting himself (accidently) with the milk bottle, or him regularly climbing over the bannister at the allen house but not being able to let go while during the day he thinks about some outward expression of rage through the blowtorch at the garage.

the mirror scene symbolises the first time corey feels in control (pg. 198).

i've written about this a lot before, but i very much agree that the mirror scene is a moment of processing both "what the fuck just happened?" but also "this is what control feels like". corey's whole breakdown, starting from killing nelson, is about regaining control over his own life, even if it means un-restraining himself and doing horrific things.

killings

ryan turek (exec.) and paul logan (writer) specifically state how ends is essentially a revenge movie, with corey's kills start as revenge killings, but if he survived the kills would get more random (pg. 167).

i feel like this highlights the way that corey's connection with the shape is cut short, unlike michael who had it for decades. the shape (or the idea of it) lets corey get his revenge, but after that he could keep going, he'd pick up momentum and he wouldn't be slowing down.

this seems like this is pointing towards killing being corey's method of control rather than some more direct desire to kill.

he becomes "addicted" to violence and he knows it (pg. 191).

"addicted" is a super interesting word choice and i feel like it fits perfectly. corey starts with revenge, he has his reasons, but as time goes on he could find a reason for anyone if he wanted to.

if corey survived ends and got away, he'd be living his own life for the first time ever. i think there are a lot of things he'd over indulge in, and killing being an addiction plays heavily into that -- there would be nothing to tell him to stop.

high priest!corey

rohan specifically describes corey leading doug to the sewer as him bring michael a "sacrifice" (pg. 206).

vindication !! @/slutforstabbings once said to me, while we were talking about the ritualistic nature of corey and michael's relationship and killings, that corey replaces nelson as michael's high priest, as the person who brings the sacrifices and channels michael to the outside world.

manipulation

rohan says that corey "plays" at being the shaking little boy again when he jump scares laurie while waiting outside for allyson (pg. 204).

i love this, because i fully believe corey thrives on manipulation. i think corey is fundamentally a good person anyway, but in dealing with joan he knows how to make himself inoffensive and agreeable, and i think he knows that that "character" is a safe bet to keep people happy.

and the novelisation confirms that this almost works !! laurie thinks he's just awkward and still upset from the night before. the thing that makes laurie doubt how genuine he is, is that she can see how he changes -- she can see the way he switches from one demeanour to another. proof right that he can play at being who he needs to be in the moment.

but then, by the time laurie shoots him, corey really is just a scared little boy who is in way over his head and unequipped for the situation he finds himself in (pg. 226).

corey is unprepared and unpractised -- he doesn't have the experience that michael has in bouncing back. he isn't michael. he's fucked up big time, his plan has fallen through, and he's backed himself into a corner. all the terrible things he's done, everything he's been through, the taste of control -- it's all for nothing is laurie can get the upper hand on him like this.

he's scared and out of his depth but he's dangerous, but corey ends the film the same way he starts it, in a situation he has no control over and with only himself to blame. only this time he's having the last word, he's going to do what he could before and he's going to take laurie down with him.

relationships

rohan said ronald is "the loveliest thing" in corey's life, and that the gesture of giving the motorbike is "beautiful [but] manly and detached" (pg. 182), which is a way more sympathetic view than i have.

this is a wayyy more sympathetic view of their relationship than i have. i do like this angle though, the idea that corey and ronald did have some sort of relationship but that neither of them can express it very well, that they're taking the stereotypically masculine route of small gestures and not a lot of words. which seems at odds with what corey really needed from the only male role model in his life, but it's kinda sweet that corey must like ronald enough for him to be a good part of his life, rather than just neutral.

maybe the takes about ronald being a good stepdad aren't wrong 👀

corey falls for allyson most deeply when he sees how she is on the edge just as much as he is (pg. 215).

this made me wonder if allyson and corey could have ever been together without the events of the movies? if they still met by chance, would they get along? would the attraction still be there?

their relationship is based on parasocial affection and shared similar traumas, there's a certain emotional intensity there that translates to them making rash decisions and commitments that i don't think they would otherwise.

joan's last words (in an even more extended death scene) are begging "michael" not to hurt corey (pg. 222).

joanne baron has talked about joan's motivations and perspective in some interviews, so this scenes lines up very well with what she's said previously. joan has never treated corey like a person, he's an object for her to control, but her two moments of concern for him (when he comes home the morning after the party and her death scene) come from a seemingly natural and genuine place.

also, the biggest factor that made me loose my mind over this: she doesn't know it's corey killing her. she begs this masked murderer not to kill her son, not know that it is her son beneath the mask 💀

she's begging someone not to hurt corey after years of being the one who has hurt corey. it's too late to turn back, it was always going to end like this, but can you imagine what went through corey's mind in that moment? that his momma wanted him to be safe but never made him feel safe when she had the chance.

me whenever there is a direct quote from rohan in this book:

#corey cunningham #h40 #halloween ends #halloween movies #lets not count how many times my evidence consists of ''well rohan said'' 🤡 i have no backbone #he could tell me chuck e cheese had been appointed director of the fbi and i'd eat it up no questions asked #corey reminds me of girl inter/rupted when susanna talks about how killing herself became her go to solution --#-- for any inconvenience. which makes the concept itself less serious and more easily doable #i dont think corey would do it even if he thinks about it but i think he liked having the thought there --#-- that if he really had to then he has an emergency exit plan #also something i didnt include but need to put out there. it mentions that the motorbike ron gives corey is ?? corey's dads ??#i feel like there might have been some miscommunication on that fact ?? or its true --#-- and therefore the most important detail for lore/character/plot in this whole goddamn franchise

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kaciidubs · 4 months

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I'm losing interest and will to write because of no feedback or interaction whatsoever and I don't know what to do because I love writing but this situation is killing me I feel trapped like I am locked inside a glass jar

Oh, my sweet, sweet nonnie, come sit with me, yeah?

I understand how you feel, trust me - it's so disheartening to want to write and actually write, but when you get around to sharing, and wanting interactions and have discussions about what you made, it just ends up feeling like you're preaching to an empty crowd.

It sucks, not getting feedback, even if it's just a little "you did great!" or "loved this!" on things you worked really hard for, and you have all the right to feel the way you're feeling.

In my personal experience, when I start to feel this way I always try to remember the reason of why I started writing in the first place.

To me, writing is something that's supposed to bring you joy, give you a little peace in your life and the freedom to create what you want, and as long as you're happy with what you wrote at the end of the day, then ultimately that's all that should matter.

And, of course, some days its harder to believe in that mindset than others, and sometimes it takes longer to get out of that feeling, but that's really what I believe, and I hope that belief can help you out, too.

I know the purpose of posting is inherently to get interactions and feedback, I'm not naive to that fact, but you shouldn't lose your passion over this lull.

All in all, please keep writing - even if you don't get any immediate reactions, people still see what you post, read what you write, and unknowingly to you, it could be their favorite thing they've seen in their day.

I hope I brought some ease to your burdens, nonnie, and I'm rooting for you!

#✧. ┊ kacii answers #✧. ┊ anony nonie #stay strong my dear nonnie

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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coffee break ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (part of kink bingo event)

word count ; 1310

content ; unprotected sex, creampie

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; espresso cookie x afab!reader

other links

masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about + rules

"Mmm." the weight of him settles down into you heavy, and your fingers catch against his bare skin. Topper’s lips dance down your neck and around, littering the front of your throat with kisses and bite marks that he knows won’t be hidden. A smug grin forms at the thought that later, he’ll see imprints of his mouth against your skin, but he won’t be the only one.

Everyone will.

His hand captures your hand, fingers laced together as he pins it flat against the pillow beneath your head. Stars shine through the big panes of glass that form the walls in the top of the lighthouse. It’s become a sort of safe haven. A special place.

Down below, Kiara spots Topper’s little boat and scowls, shaking her head. All she can think about is how Sarah left the Chateau earlier in the week and hasn’t been seen since. And she’s barely seeing you at all lately, when you do talk to her, it usually ends in harsh words and you, being cold and bitter.

She tries to text you, on the off chance that it’s not you with Topper at the lighthouse. Because you may not be on good terms but you are still someone she considers a friend and she wants to warn you.

Your phone vibrates against wooden floorboards and Topper pulls away, glaring at the phone. You roll your eyes and let out several ragged breaths. “What the fuck does she want?” you mumble as you check your phone.

“Babe.”

“Yeah?”

“Does it really matter? You don’t like her, she doesn’t like you.” Topper points out and you nod, agreeing. You let him pry the phone from your hands and turn it off. If it’s really important, you think to yourself, she can tell you the highlights tomorrow during your shift. Because whether you want her to or not, she will.

Topper turns his attention back to you, but then his own cell phone starts to go crazy.

He’s the one scowling and shaking his head when he realizes that it’s Sarah texting.

You pluck the phone out of his hands.

“Seriously?” you laugh and shake your head. If you were his girlfriend -and you weren’t at least ninety five percent sure this was just summer boredom being cured in his eyes, you’d have a real nasty text message ready to go.

But.. you’re not his girlfriend and this isn’t serious.. To him. And you’re trying so very hard to keep that mindset until he chooses to tell you otherwise. You’re done forcing yourself on people, if he wants this to be serious, it’ll be him to say it.

Which is why when he holds out the phone to you and nods to it, you’re totally confused.

“I’m here with you. Maybe if she knows that…”

When a call comes through from Sarah’s number, you pick up. “Yeah?” you’re sitting up in Topper’s lap, bare body to bare body. Walking your fingers up and down his muscular chest as he nips at your neck and throat and rocks himself into you.

“I..I need to talk to Topper.”

“You need to let go, actually. He’s busy right now, Cameron.” you’re not even a little sweet when you say it, either. And you don’t realize it, but every ounce of the jealousy you work double overtime to keep locked away and oblivious to him, it’s pouring out of you as you deal with her on the phone.

Topper’s getting more hopeful -and more turned on, the more you say.

“Please.. This is important.”

“No, Sarah. No it’s not. And neither are you. Go play games with somebody else. Topper’s busy, he can’t come to play.” you hang up the call and Topper takes the phone, turning it off immediately.

“Where were we?” Topper mutters as he lays you back against the sleeping bag and settles on top of you all over again, turning his attention back to undressing you, with both eyes and hands.

And then the door to the lighthouse tower is being beaten down and the two of you freeze, glaring at the door as it shakes in the frame. “Fucking seriously?” Topper whines and his forehead settles against your breasts as he takes several deep breaths.

“Open up in there. Officer Shoupe.”

The two of you share a look and swallow hard. Topper pulls away after stealing three or four more deep kisses that leave you dizzy, and he’s pulling on his shorts as he throws open the door and leans in the frame.

“Thornton?”

“Yeah, it’s uh. It’s me. What’s the problem, officer?”

He’s so charming and smooth as he handles the older man that you’re smiling to yourself just a little.

Officer Shoupe gets straight to the point, first of all firmly scolding the both of you about using the tower as a getaway for your sexual encounters. Then he tells you both that someone called in a boat parked for a suspicious amount of time. Shoppe chukles as he adds with a smirk, "One of em was your mama, boy an' she's worried sick."

"Right. Sure she is." Topper grumbles, shaking his head. You're tense all over because you've just heard what Shoupe said and you can just feel everything about to come to an end between you both. Topper gazes at the older man, "Who were the other calls?"

Shoupe shrugs. "Dunno. Don't care, either. Okay you two.. dressed and outta here."

"Yeah, that's not happening until you walk yourself back down to the ground and wait there. You're not getting a single look at her naked, you old prick."

"Oh we are, huh?"you giggle out into the kiss before it breaks. Topper stares at you hungrily and as he holds out your torn undergarments to you, he takes several ragged breaths, openly fucking you with his eyes. He pulls you into another deep kiss and pushes the polo shirt he was wearing at you. "Since i..uh.. tore your clothes off, love.."

You take the shirt, slipping it down over your head. Pouting a little because you're all worked up. He scoops you up and starts to carry you down the staircase, stopping a few times to kiss you until you're dizzy and breathless as he lets his hands wander and you do the same right back. The two of you make your way out into bright sunshine and you hide your face against his hickey covered neck, making him chuckle as he mumbles quietly, "I know this little island up the shoreline… we'll go there, love."

CONTINUED

Your mother catches sight of Topper's mother in the staff break room of the hospital they both work in and she walks up to the snobbish bitch, jamming a finger into her shoulder until she turns around.

Mrs. Thornton looks down her nose as she turns to face your mother. "Can I help you?"

"That little prick you call a son better not fucking get my little girl pregnant."

"I beg your pardon?"

Your mother just laughs. "Keep your kid over on Figure 8. Because if he ruins my daughter's life like her father ruined mine, you won't have a son anymore."

"Maybe if your daughter wasn't such a little tramp..she's clearly the one who enticed my son. He's weak willed, same as his father. The first girl to show him even a shred of affection, he falls in love with and its frankly pathetic. Keep your trashy little girl away from my little boy because if anyone's life will be ruined in this, it'll clearly be his."

Your mother steps up to her, giving a shove. "What'd you just call my kid, you freeze dried bitch?"

She simply smirks and steps away. "If the shoe fits.. were you not messing with both Ward and some loser from the Cut and at least five other men when we were their age, Malia?" Mrs. Thornton studies your mother intently, smirking, "Do you even know who fathered your child?" and your mother clenches her fists at her sides. She really doesn't know for sure, but she's leveled it down to 3 men. And all of them left, none of them wanted any part of fatherhood. Or her.

"Freeze dried bitch." your mother grumbles before shoving past Mrs. Thornton.

CONTINUED

You make your way into the house and just when you’re about to open the door to your bedroom, your mother turns on the lamp and you freeze. The second you see the bottle of liquor sitting on the end table, you roll your eyes.

“Sit down, sweetie.”

You sit down and she sighs. Takes a long and deep breath and you do the same.

“Can this wait, Mom?”

“Nope.” your mom answers, going quiet again. “Your thing with the Thornton kid stops now. Are we clear?”

You scoff at this and laugh softly. “Oh.That’s what this is.” the words die on your lips when you look over and see the solemn expression on your mother’s face. “I thought it was bad enough when you were always off with the boy next door. This is.. It’s way worse, sweetie. Those kind of people only use us. This is just a summer fling to him. You know it, I know it, the whole island knows it. I’m not going to sit back and let you make the same mistake I did.”

You’re tempted to tell her if you were to make the same mistake, at least you’d know who the father of your child is, but something tells you not to, that it wouldn’t be a smart idea at all. You do laugh and shrug. “I’m perfectly aware this is probably a fling to him. Maybe I’m going to enjoy it for what it is.”

Your mother tenses. Looks up at you and rubs her forehead. “Do you have to give me such a hard time?”

“Do you have to die on this hill?” you question. “And anyway, why am I going to listen to you, hm?” you’re more than a little annoyed at the whole thing. “You’re never home and when you are, you’re too drunk to function. You’re always telling me you need space, you can’t be around me, I was a mistake. Does any of that sound familiar at all, Mom? Give me one good reason I should listen.”

“Do you want to be like me? Because messing around with the boys on this island, sweetie.. That’s how you end up like me.”

You shake your head. “No, no it’s not, Mom.”

“Fine. Don’t listen. Do whatever you want, sweetie.. But when you realize it comes with consequence, don’t come crying to me over it.”

You laugh. “Why in the hell would I do that? I’ll figure it out on my own. You’re the last shoulder I’d cry on, trust me… you don’t have to worry about that.”

You make your way into the bedroom, door slamming behind you. When your mother’s car starts about ten minutes later, you take a shaky breath or two and flop down onto your bed.

The little talk could’ve gone a lot worse and you know it. You grimace as you think about exactly how bad it could’ve gotten. Then you slip off the bed and start getting ready to go to sleep, looking out the window just in time to see JJ’s bedroom light on. JJ stands in the window, staring into yours.

You grumble to yourself and let the tapestry over your bedroom window swing down over it, obscuring your bedroom window from view.

CONTINUED

“You’re going to stay away from the little tramp, son. This isn’t Sarah. This is different. I won’t have you making us look bad.”

Topper’s jaw flutters as he glares at his mother. “You mean like I already do? That’s basically what you’re always saying, Mom. That I’m weak. And a disappointment. Every time something bad happens, it’s always my fault.”

“Because it is. You are. And you’re reckless. But this thing with the little tramp. It’s not happening. Are we clear?”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“Fine.. But the second she’s made a fool out of you, don’t come looking for my help. I won’t be here to bail you out.”

Topper laughs and rubs his chin. “I wouldn’t ask for your help anyway, Mom, don’t be ridiculous. That’d be the last thing I do. I can’t wait to get out of here, away from you.”

“I just don’t understand what happened to my sweet boy.” his mother shakes her head, gives him a hurt look. “That Cameron girl ruined you. This all started with her.”

Topper shakes his head. “Nope, you’re the one who did that.”

“Fine.. Keep seeing the little tramp. But you’re on your own when she traps you with a child. You realize that’s the way those kinds of girls are, you can’t be this stupid.”

“You don’t even know her, mom.”

“I know her mother. That’s enough. Go on, go to your room. I don’t feel like looking at you right now.” his mother waves him away dismissively as she scowls. Topper makes his way up the stairs and into his room, letting the door slam hard enough to make her wince as she sits on the sofa down in the living room.

“We’ll see how long he stands by his ‘feelings’ for the little tramp when I tell him he’s written out of my will.” she smirks to herself as she takes a few sips of her nightly drink and turns her attention back to the television turned on in front of her. “I’ll go have it done first thing in the morning. And then I’ll be talking to my father about this.”

Topper flops onto his bed and takes out his phone, smiling as soon as it’s unlocked and he sees the picture he took of you both not so long ago. The smile fades and turns to a scowl when he sees that he’s gotten yet another text from Sarah.

→ Hey.. Will you please talk to me, Top?

← Forget my number, Sarah. I’m done, okay? You made your choice. I’m making mine.

The three dots pop up only to disappear again seconds later, but he doesn’t even care.

He’s already re-reading all the texts you’ve been sending to him and smiling because it makes him feel a thousand times better.

#jj maybank #topper thornton #jj maybank fanfiction #topper thornton fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #topper thornton x reader #jj maybank x kiara carrera #topper thornton x fem!reader #<- my writing ● jj maybank #<- my writing● topper thornton #<- warnings | swearing + teenage shenanigans + eluded to s*xual encounter ● mentions of alch / alch addiction + intrusive parents #<- warning | female reader + female parts and appearance ● reader is from The Cut + personality #-- all i'm saying is we're getting real close to... a decision.#-- this chapter is kind of like... giving us a break from the drama among the couples.. to an extent.

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muscular-fantasies · 2 years

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hi, i hope you can help me! i'm a pretty mediocre white guy, 27 yo and 6'0'' that spent a lot of his time studying, but i want to change my life a bit. You know, i find lycra, speedos and tight sport gear extremely sexy, but with my body there is nothing to show off and don't feel comfortable wearing that. Could you change my body so i would not feel embarassed wearing those clothes?

The problem isn't the clothes, it's in the material i's made of.

When a mysterious package arrived, you were surprised to see a bottle of deodorant in it. On the label you read: clothes make the man and man can make the clothes. Reading the information on it you thought it was some silly joke, but when you tried to throw it away you walked past your mirror. Looking at your reflection, you got a bit sad. There was it, almost thirty but still not even close to looking like the man you wanted to be. Your glasses hiding most of your rounder face, sloppy clothes hanging over you, even though they were only medium sized. You looked back at the canister and in desperation decide to go for it.

You went to your car and started to drive to the mall, here would be enough guys that could get you what you needed. Walking around for some time, you arrived at a Abercrombie & fitch store, where you looked around for some time, knowing nothing in this store would look good on you. After sometime, when you were about to give up one of the clerics came over.

"Hello sir." The stunning young lad said. "You looking for anything special?"

You look him up and down, almost getting hard from the sight. He had what you wanted the perfect body, handsome, great muscles and they all showed through his work clothes.

"Euh.. yes, could you help me get this shirt in a small?" you asked.

"Sure I'll go look in the back, do you wanna try it out?"

"Yes.. pls" You said containing your lust.

"I'll bring them to the fitting rooms." He said walking away.

You almost ran towards a stall and waited for him to arrive. Once you heard him you yanked him into the stall and quickly before he could say anything you started to spray him with the deodorant.

He stopped moving as his limbs retracted into his body, his skin coloring white.. in a few seconds he had completely changed into an ordinary white shirt. You grabbed it and headed out, back home.

You couldn't believe it, was it actually gonna work.. As soon as you got home you threw got naked and fitted on the new shirt. As your head moved through the collar you felt different. Your mind flooded with new memories of his life.

"Damn this dude had to go for his looks, cause he is so dumb!" You laugh.

Going to the mirror you grinned, as his reflection grinned back at you. It had worked better than anticipated, you had gained his body. Lifting the shirt you flexed your sixpack, but after you removed the shirt completely you instantly transform back.

You felt so bad as your body diminished and putted it back on, looking back at your amazing physique. You walked past your pool, wishing you could just dive in and do one those sexy walking out of the pool struts you loved to see. But the canister had told you not to get the shirt wet or his aura would disappear from it and it would be a normal shirt.

Annoyed that you could only look like this while wearing it, you kicked a chair standing next to you. The moment you hit it you felt your foot sliding and fell into the water. Your shirt started to give off a coloring tint that attached itself to you. Your memories of your original getting really blurry as you dumbed down, to the jocklife you were gonna have now.

"Fuck dude.. Why is my head so.. empty?" You knew you had transferred his being and mindset to yourself. "Fuuuckk.. Guess I'll have to change some big smart dude.."

At least if you would ever have found that canister again. So you better get used to being a dumb jock from now on. At least you can get what you want with that sexy smoldering look.

#muscle gay #muscle theft #muscle transformation #gay transformation #body theft #body transformation #muscle

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vechkinfan · 2 years

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Untouchable (Billy Russo)

A/N: My first attempt at a soft angsty Billy Russo fic. Plus I'm a sucker for angst and unrequited love.... so I just couldn't help myself with this. Hope you enjoy lovelies.

I also have enough already written for a part 2 if anyone is interested!

Words: Far too many.... I'm far to wordy for my own good.

Pairing: Billy Russo X OFC

Warning: Angsty feelings, Billy being soft and adorable when he isn't being obtuse

She wasn't sure when her feelings had slowly turned from platonic friendship to harboring feelings towards one of her best friends. There was a part of her that wished she remembered exactly when the change happened, when the shift in her mindset had taken hold of her conscious thoughts. Maybe then she could figure out what Billy had done the day that sealed her fate.

Was it that time in sixth grade when she had tripped down the stairs at school and he had been the only one to stop and make sure she was ok. Helping her collect the binders and papers that flew everywhere in the chaos. Or had it been when he started leaving gentle touches on her skin in passing. A brush of his hand against her wrist, his fingers pushing her hair away from her face when they lounged on the couch together when he returned home on leave. Perhaps she had been fooling herself this whole time and Billy always held her heart in his hand in some sort of way.

Billy Russo was quite the character, much different then he was as an awkward teenager when the two of them first met. Now he was the charming, painfully attractive, CEO of Anvil and had just that air of danger surrounding him that had women flocking to his side in droves. He could have any woman he wanted, and he did on many occasions. All he had to do was flash that devilishly handsome smile and they were all like putty in his hands.

Which is what he was currently doing now, flashing that brilliant smile of his as he wandered around the party. A gaggle of women trailing behind him, hanging on every last word that came out of his damn mouth. She would never be on par with any of those girls, and she definitely wasn't about to try either. Mattie knew her place in the hierarchy of attractiveness, and it was somewhere teetering on the verge of plain Jane and homely. Depending on the day and the lightning she swayed in one direction or the other.

"You're doing that thing again." A voice from beside her broke her free from the self deprecating thoughts she found herself drowned in. Tilting her head she noticed Curtis sitting beside her, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

"What thing?" She asked before grabbing her glass of champagne and downing what little was left. It was terrible, certainly not the high priced liquor the people attending this type of event expected. But Mattie never turned down free booze.

"Torturing yourself." He reached out and took the glass from her and set it down next to himself. Fingers drumming at the base of the intricately blown champagne flute. "You could, I don't know, tell him how you feel?"

Curtis was good, too good at reading people. His years as a counselor made it incredibly hard to get anything by him. His eyes were always watching, taking in people's moods and body language. It was quite the party trick if it wasn't pointed directly at yourself.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Curtis." Mattie smirked, playing stupid with his pointed accusation. Much like she always did when he brought the topic up.

Quirking a brow up in utter disbelief, Curtis tilted his head in the direction he had watched Billy wander off too. A herd of money hungry women were more than likely following closely behind the exceptionally dressed man. Afterall the news headlines before this event were wild with the notion Billy was the most eligible bachelor in the city now.

"Look Ms Masochist, I was just stating an obvious end to,” leaning over towards her, Curtis used his knuckles to rap on her thick skull gently, "whatever you have going on in that head of yours."

"You mean daydreaming?" She huffed dramatically, as she pulled his hand away from her head and placed it down on top of the table. Her fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly before letting go. "I appreciate the concern Curtis, I really do, bu-"

"But?" He added in before she could finish her sentence. His eyes panning her face with a quizzical gaze, taking in the subtle shift of her lips and the quiet sadness radiating from behind her own eyes. "Billy really cares about you, Mattie. Kid will not shut up about what you two get up to when he stops by the meetings. Even got some of the other guys invested in your little adventures. You really think he'd not give you a chance?"

"Give who a chance?"

Mattie internally cringed when she heard Billy's all too familiar voice, her eyes only drifting in the direction after a few moments of staring Curtis down. A silent threat looming behind her eyes that told him if he opened his big mouth she was about to be charged with murder and she didn't particularly care.

"The weird champagne." Mattie attempted to recover, picking up the bottle the cocktail waitress had left behind earlier. "Curtis says it tastes like static." Holding it out to him, she gave the bottle a jiggle hoping he'd take it from her. "Didn't you, Curtis?" Using her leg that was hidden under the table she kicked his foot, trying to get him to play along.

"Yep, static." He agreed, noting it was easier to play along then have Mattie angry with him. The girl could hold a grudge worse than Frank, so that was saying something.

Mattie watched as Billy furrowed his brows in confusion, taking the bottle apprehensively from her grasp, clearly not expecting the conversation she had just forced with Curtis. But she decided not to push her luck and quickly rose from the table. "Now that you're here, and not being hunted for sport by those women, I just want to say congrats on the award." Grabbing her small canvas bag from the edge of the chair, before pushing her seat back underneath the table.

"It's truly amazing they even let you over here, Russo." Curtis stated from behind her.

Mattie sighed softly, knowing exactly what Curtis was referring to. Whether it was a party or all of them casually at the bar, they were always on some form of borrowed time. Before some skinny little number came walking up in her barely there outfit, inserting herself in whatever conversation that was going on to get Billy's undivided attention. It got so bad, Frank started ignoring anyone who walked up to the table, including the waitresses. He put all his drink orders through Karen, the saint of a woman she is.

"I told them I'd be back." Billy shrugged nonchalantly, looking over his shoulder with a smug grin tugging at his lips. Mattie followed his line of sight, seeing the trove of women clustered together, waiting on bated breath for him to make his way back towards them.

"Well I'm headed out then." Mattie took this opportunity to reach up and hug Billy goodbye. It must have caught him slightly off guard because his hand instinctively wrapped around her waist, keeping her securely in place. "I have work tomorrow, and I really need to get out of this get up. Its fucking uncomfortable." She gestured to the too tight black dress she had underneath one of her studded leather jackets. She had tried to leave the house in her usual jeans and sweatshirt, but Karen had stopped her dead in her tracks. Showing up at her door unannounced, knowing Mattie would try to get away with the bare minimum for this event.

Before Mattie even opened the door Karen barged in, turned her right back around and forced her into an outfit Mattie detested for the most part. Even the shoes, a pair of black leather booties she had bought years ago and never wore, were cutting off the circulation to her feet.

"Didn't you just get here?" He drew his attention back to Mattie, arm still wrapped around her waist almost possessively. Billy's obsidian eyes locking with her own, the blackness of them always drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

"Yes she did, our anti-socialite here is trying to get out before all those boring acceptance speeches." Cutis' voice pulled Mattie out of her slight daze. Allowing her to slip from Billy's grip and take a few steps back.

"I don't belong here, you know that. Billy asked if I'd come and I did, my end of the bargain was held up." Mattie chuckled softly, remembering those few weeks back when Billy practically begged her to attend the party for a bit. She agreed only if she was allowed to sneak out when things got too much for her to handle. Crowds were never really her thing, especially crowds of people who she didn't know.

"I'll walk you to your car then." Billy shoved his hands in the pockets of his perfectly tailored slacks, shuffling his Louis Vuitton shoe against the marble floor.

Raising her brow in question, Mattie looked at Billy like he had grown three heads. She searched his face for a moment, trying her best to read his dark eyes, wondering what had gotten into him tonight suddenly. He never willingly walked away from his strategic game of cat and mouse he played when he was in the mood for some pussy. Perhaps he had already secured his evening's closing act, and didn't feel the need to prowl like a hungry cat anymore.

"If you insist." She shrugged her shoulders, before looking over and waving her goodbye to Curtis. She would have to ask him at the next meeting how the rest of the party went. Get all the juicy gossip about which guest got the drunkest and made an absolute fool of themselves.

The two of them secretly already took bets on the woman with the cherry red lipstick and dressed in the all white evening gown. She had been stumbling around, laughing at her own reflection in several of the mirrors the venue had when Curtis and her had rode up in the elevator before this shindig even started. The look the two of them gave one another was of shared amusement and Mattie knew Curtis would keep a tab on the alabaster woman.

"So what were you and Curtis really talking about?" Billy casually asked, pulling Mattie from her thoughts.

"Champagne." She didn't miss a beat, knowing he was prying for the truth. Billy was too smart for his own good, but Mattie knew when he was fishing for answers. One of the perks of being friends for so long, his tells were more obvious to her.

"You and I both know that isn't true. So would you like to try that again?" Just as easily as she read him, Billy could read her. Picking up on the small tells she gave off when she lied.

Huffing an amused laugh, Mattie thought about how she'd rather have teeth pulled from her skull then tell him any of that conversation. She wasn't about to risk a life long friendship over some stupid crush she continued to harbor, despite her trying so very hard to get over it.

Billy Russo didn't play the relationship game well, pulling away from any and everyone who wanted more than a fuck buddies status. She was actually surprised she managed to stay in his life so long with his fear of commitment, but then again she had been there from the beginning. And Billy never looked at her with the thought of a relationship, she probably wasn't even fuckable in his eyes. Which classified her in with his family, his brothers, like Frank and Curtis.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you I'm afraid." She joked, diverting his attention away from the current direction the conversation was headed.

Smirking devilishly, Billy shook his head at her antics. "Fine, but I'll figure it out. I have my ways."

"Karen doesn't count, you know." Using her elbow, Mattie nudged him in his side gently. Wiggling her brows at him, knowing full well he was gonna run to Karen for answers. "Plus she has nothing to do with this." It was true, Karen wasn't privy yet to Matties feelings towards Billy. But the woman was hot on the trail, her journalism background making it all too easy to put pieces together.

"If you say so." He shrugged his shoulders, before motioning for her to follow him across the dance floor.

Their playful bickering quickly died down as they continued to walk. She felt his hand hover behind the small of her back, as he led her through the crowd of people mingling about. He gave a few obligatory waves, to what she assumed were high end clients of his as they made their way towards the elevators. All the while Mattie tried to ignore the pointed stares from a group of gorgeously dressed women who they passed by. Their eyes burning a hole into the back of her head, one large enough that Mattie subconsciously shrank in on herself. Pulling the edges of her leather jacket closed in a lame attempt to shield herself from their judgmental gaze.

Mattie was used to this happening, it came with the territory of being Billy's friend sometimes. Except she never got accustomed to the looks of pure hatred or disgust when their eyes panned from Billy to her. It bothered her more than it should have, but she'd never admit that to anyone. Especially not to Billy.

Mattie didn't realize she'd been staring blankly at the lit up elevator button before she heard Billy speak again. So engrossed in her thoughts, oblivious to the world around her, that she barely remembered how they came to be standing at the elevator doors. "You look pretty tonight." He reached up from beside her and tugged on the few loose strands of hair that fell from behind her ear. Trying to draw her attention up to him. "Who knew Mattie could clean up so well." He chuckled playfully.

"Yeah, who knew." She sighed, shifting her bag onto her shoulders. Tightening the straps as she looked up and watched their distorted reflections slowly disappear as the elevator doors opened.

"Billy, there you are! I have been wandering all over this place looking for you." Mattie tipped her head towards the femaine voice that shouted out from behind them. Her eyes instantly landing on a dark haired woman in a figure flattering, red strapless dress, with heels that would certainly kill Matties ankles if she ever tried them on.

The woman instinctually snaked her arm around his waist, inserting herself between the two of them. Staking her claim, on a man who probably wouldn't even call her back in the morning. Billy was ever the player, and very few of his hookups evolved past the first night, the commitment phobe he was. The lady was delusional if she thought she could change him, be the female in Billy's life that would finally tame the man enough to settle him down.

Mattie cautiously watched as she smiled sweetly up at Billy, batting her fake eyelashes, as if it would bring him to his knees before her. Then swiftly turned to give Mattie a scrutinizing once over. Her pretentious nose held up and a possessiveness darkened her eyes the longer she stared.

"I told you, just like everyone else, that I'd be back." Even from here Mattie heard the annoyance laced in Billy's words. Though it appeared that fact was completely lost on the woman.

"She must not have gotten the memo then either." The snark in the woman's voice was enough for Mattie to want to roll her eyes so hard she wouldn't be able to see straight for weeks. But she held it together, knowing Billy's award party was not the place to act so immaturely, no matter how much she desperately wanted to.

After all, his clients and potential clients lined the room. People that had more money and power then Mattie would ever have, even if she managed to sell her soul to the devil for those two things exclusively. Last thing she wanted was to be blamed for a deal gone bad because she made a dramatic show when she should have just sucked it up and let the woman's condescending words run off her back.

"I was walking Mattie out, now if you'll excuse us." He made an attempt to push her away, but the woman clung on for dear life instead. Wrapping her arms tighter around his waist in protest.

"So this is Mattie, huh?" The fake smile that pulled slowly across the woman's face could have won her a well deserved Oscar. "Billy here," she lifted her free hand and gently patted his chest playfully, "just cannot stop talking about what the two of you get up to. He almost had me believing you were one of his buddies from the Marines."

"Nope, just an old friend." Mattie calmly stated, keeping her words curt.

"I was worried there for a split second, but Billy doesn't quite appear to be your type. Now does he?" It was the smugness that punched Mattie in the gut, knocking the air out of her lungs. Chest tightening as her anxiety once again spiked higher than any building new york had to offer.

At this point Mattie knew where this was headed, some backhanded compliments and a few fake words of endearment, that frankly she wasn't in the mood for tonight. However, her escape route of the elevator was no longer accessible. The doors had shut since so much time had passed.

Not taking her eyes away from them, Mattie hit the call button a bit overzealously, the smack of her skin against the metal button loud enough it caught the attention of a few people nearby. "Never thought about it. Like I said, he's just a good friend." Mattie nervously tapped the toe of her boot against the marble floor, desperately wanting the elevator doors to open up and save her from whatever was happening.

"I'm sure you think that." The woman chuckled.

Mattie slammed her hand on the call button once more. Wanting to get out of there and away from the woman. It had been awhile since one of his floozys grew a pair and came after her for being so close to Billy. Laying the seeds of doubts in Matties head, not that she needs much to push her over the edge in that direction of thought. It however was new that someone did it in front of him, so openly and blatant. They were usually much more passive aggressive, cornering her in a bathroom or just giving her the stare down from across the room.

Mattie didn't give Billy a chance to respond, or worse take the side of the woman, the ding of the elevator doors instantly had her stepping inside. Running away from problems was her forte afterall. "Have a great night, Billy, and congrats on the award again." Mattie gave an awkward little wave before slamming the close door button.

"Christ, Matt..." She watched as Billy pulled the woman's arms off him, and rushed towards the elevator doors. "Wait, will you…"

Thankfully they closed before he could stop them. Instead she watched Billy's figure disappear behind the reflective metal, before taking a step back to lean against the handrail and heaved a heavy sigh. Her hand coming up and running down her face in exasperation. It was no wonder why Frank ignored these women, they were all insufferable.

*******

It didn't take her long to make her way to the parking garage, weaving her way up the ramps until she got to the floor she parked on. In truth she was in no rush to get home, remembering the long trek up the twelve flights of stairs to her apartment she more than likely had.

There was a newly wed couple a few floors below her that enjoyed hitting the emergency stop while they got all hot and heavy inside. First of all, it gave her the absolute creeps and she refused to touch anything with her bare hands when she stepped inside the damn elevator anymore. Secondly, it would not surprise her one bit if she walked into her complex and the elevator was off at this time of night.

Maybe she would swing by Karen's and crash the night on the couch. She always had a stash of clothes in her closet and Karen had never turned her away before. Not to mention Frank was more than likely still up at this hour, which would mean someone would hear her if she knocked on the door.

Deciding that was the best course of action, Mattie reached around and shifted her bag onto her side. Allowing her to dig through the worthless contents until her fingers grazed her phone that had sank to the bottom.

"I was starting to think I was at the wrong car?"

With the night so quiet and the concrete garage muffling the noises from the city, the voice that called out made her jump slightly. Causing her to fumble with her phone, dropping it to the ground after a few failed attempts to catch it.

For a brief moment Mattie was all but certain she was going to be murdered and end up on one of those true crime shows she had become addicted to. Girl alone in a parking garage, late at night, no one around to hear her? However, when she looked up she saw Billy leaning against the side of her Jeep. Arms crossed over his chest as he stared at her, a sly smirk tugging at his lips.

"Well I thought I was gonna be murdered, so I guess we were both wrong." She sighed to herself as she leaned over and picked up her phone. Giving it a quick once over, noticing the corner of her screen now had a huge crack in it. "What are you doing out here anyways? Don't you have a party… I mean women to woo?" Standing up, she shoved her phone back into her bag.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Billy pushed off the side of her car. "Why? Someone jealous?"

And there he was, the Billy she never really cared for. The one shot of tequila to many, overtly arrogant, smug son of a bitch that made her want to recoil. He didn’t rear his ugly head too often in her presence but on the occasions he did, Mattie hated it. And she really hated that it happened tonight. Especially since he had been so good twenty minutes earlier.

"If you just followed me down here to harass me, Billy, I'm not in the mood." Running a tired hand through her hair, Mattie gave him a pleading glance. Hoping he would see and have some mercy on her.

She watched as his eyes flickered around, taking in the surroundings before finally settling on her face. To which he lifted his hands in surrender. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I understand you get caught in the crossfire more than I care for when it comes to the women following after me. Just want to make sure you didn't take anything she said seriously, Mattie."

"Comes with the territory, I'm used to it by now." Mattie shrugged her shoulders, pushing off his concerns like she so often did. Wondering why Billy was even down here telling her all this. What was so different about tonight, that he felt the need to follow after her? To, in a roundabout way, apologize for some floozies actions? That certainly wasn't the Billy Russo she knew.

"You shouldn't have to be used to it though," he took a step towards her, his dark eyes honing in on her own. "Frank always called me stupid, and I never realized why until tonight." Billy sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Pushing the stray strands that had fallen in front of his face back in place.

"Frank's a little instigator, he likes pushing your buttons." Subconsciously Mattie took a half step back, keeping some distance between them. "He likes pushing everyone's buttons for that matter." Frank was not particular about who he bothered, whether it was Curtis or Karen. If he saw something you were ignoring or trying to hide he'd call you out on your shit, which caused many an argument.

Shaking his head, Billy glanced at the ground as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his perfectly tailored trousers. "No, Matt." He peeked up at her, a flash of nervousness appearing behind his eyes for a fleeting moment. It happened so quickly she wasn't sure if her mind made it up. Billy Russo and nerves weren't exactly synonymous with each other. "How often do things like that happen when I'm not around?" He cautiously asked, seemingly hesitant to know the truth.

His question took her slightly aback, letting out a sad chuckle as her mind started to mentally tally up the incidents. However, like always, she tried to divert the conversation onto another topic, avoiding answering him. "How much have you had to drink tonight?" She asked, her chest tightening with each word she spoke. A flaming heat starting at her feet and creeping up her body as anxiety consumed her entire being.

"What? Mattie, I've only had three glasses of champagne. I promise you I'm not drunk, if that's what you're implying." Taking another step towards her, Billy reached out trying to take hold of her arm. But Mattie side stepped him, reaching in her bag for her keys instead.

"This just seems out of character for you, is all." She admitted, looking Billy over with a scrutinizing gaze. Wondering if she would be able to read his body language enough to steer this conversation in another direction.

"Me caring about you is out of character? Mattie, I'd do anything for you. You know that, right?"

"Well you don't have too. I can take care of myself." Running her free hand through her hair once again, she let out a heavy sigh. "Why don't you just go back to your party, Billy? I need to get to Karen's so I can get some decent sleep before I start work in," she clicked the home button on her phone, lighting up the screen to read the time. Noticing it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning, far later then she realized. "5 hours."

"Karen's? What's wrong with your place?" He stepped closer once more, closing the distance between them further. Placing himself in front of her car, making it difficult to maneuver around him. "You can stay at mine, it's a lot closer and you don't have to kick Frank off the couch."

Shaking her head, Mattie finally decided to push him aside. Her hands rested against his chest as she tried to move him. Like if she used enough force he would take the hint and just let her go about her evening. "Like that's gonna go over well with your hook up tonight." She tilted her head, giving him a pointed look. "I can see that tantrum coming at me like a bullet."

Billy opened his mouth to make a retort but quickly snapped it closed, knowing she was more accurate than he cared to admit. She always was. Mattie had always been the realistic friend in his life, the only person who called it as she saw it with him. Her being at his apartment would have put a damper on any evening romps. But for the first time in his life, Billy didn't want one of those women waiting for him upstairs. No, he wanted Mattie.

Frank always called him stupid, and in truth Billy thought it was Frank being Frank. Busting his balls for not being the brightest bulb in the box. That wasn't entirely the case though, Frank was stating the obvious. Billy had feelings for Mattie. He’s had feelings for her since he left on his first tour as a Marine. They were both eighteen and, as he hugged her goodbye, he noticed the pained look in her eyes. It was the first time in his life that he ever felt loved, truly and unconditionally loved by someone. Like if he died in combat there'd be somebody to mourn his loss… And that both terrified and excited him.

Growing up in a group home, being abandoned at such a young age, only being wanted for his looks left him a mess emotionally. But Mattie didn't care about any of that bullshit. And despite his feelings towards her, he would rather eat a live grenade then follow through with his thoughts. If he lost her because he sabotaged everything good in his life, he'd never live with himself after that.

Tonight, however, was a catalyst for him needing to change that. Billy knew the women he typically went after were catty and possessive, but he had no idea they'd have the nerve to go after Mattie. It was clear by her desperate attempt at leaving, as if the building was on fire, that this wasn't the first time this had happened. And that thought alone made him feel like the biggest piece of shit.

Shaking his head, he cautiously reached for her hands laying against his chest. Lamely trying to push him away. "I'm not taking anyone home tonight but you."

"Billy…." She started to protest, like she always did. Putting his needs above her own in every situation.

But he was quick to cut her off, using his hands, he pulled her against him hard. Head dipping down to place his lips against her own. Billy half expected Mattie to fight him, and she did briefly, her hands gripping into the fabric of his dress shirt. Tugging at it in hopes to pull away, but Billy refused to let her move. Needing her soft, warm lips that sent a ball of heat through his entire being when they touched. It was far too good to end it so quickly. Soon though she settled down and he couldn't help fighting the smile that spread across his face, mouths still melded together as she no longer fought him. Instead moving her lips wantonly with his.

After a few breathless moments he pulled a hair's breadth away from her, eyes searching her face for any sign of what was going on in that constant turning mind of hers. It was a rare moment that Billy couldn't figure out what Mattie was thinking, but this was one of them. Her eyes were narrowed in contemplation, staring at his chin, refusing to meet his own gaze. Her tongue poked through her lips, gently licking at her skin where he could see the sheen from their mixed saliva.

"Gonna say something?" He playfully asked, hoping it would break her from her trance like stare.

Instead of words, she lifted her head up to look at him. Matties eyes glossy, and teeth now sunk into her bottom lip as she seemed to struggle with herself.

"Hey." Billy moved to pull her to him again. Brows furrowed in deep concern seeing her this distraught. He would have never done what he did if he thought this was the reaction it was gonna provoke. "Mattie, talk to me?"

She sidestepped him, hand coming up and viciously rubbing underneath her eyes. Trying desperately to will the stinging threat of tears away. "If this is some joke, it's not funny Billy."

"Joke? You think I would kiss you for some joke?" He for the life of him he never expected that accusation, and it left his mouth open slightly in disbelief. "You really think that little of me? Christ, Mattie, I know I can be a dickhead sometimes, but I'd never do something like that to you."

"Then why now of all times?" She crossed her arms over her chest, dropping her head as her eyes panned the cracked concrete floor.

Running a hand through his hair in exasperation, Billy hesitantly moved closer to her. "Ever since I've known you, I've put you in this untouchable category in my head. Something I can't taint by fucking it up."

"How considerate." He could see her eyes roll even with her head being down. The typical amount of sass in her voice when she was mildly annoyed.

"Let me finish." He warned, taking on a dark tone. Not exactly in the mood to play these games with her anymore. "I've loved you since we were eighteen years old, Mattie. You've been the only person in my life I've known thats given a fuck about me. But I fuck up everything I put my dick near. I didn't want to lose you ‘cause I did something stupid, ‘cause it would have happened. I would have fucked us up, and in the process lost the only good thing in my life."

"Why is tonight so different then? What happened upstairs that made you change your mind all of a sudden?" She asked cautiously, however she didn't leave him time to answer as she continued on. "What made you decide I'm not 'untouchable' anymore?" Feeling like he would rip the carpet out from under her feet at any moment Mattie looked away from him again. Unable to hold his dark gaze out of fear.

Shaking his head he let a sad chuckle escape his lips. "I should have known all along the way some of those women treat you." He reached out and gently grasped her upper arm. Using his thumb to sooth circles against the leather of her jacket. "How cruel they are. How fucking righteous they think they are, pretending like they speak for what I want." With his other hand he nervously ran a hand through his hair for the hundredth time that night. "I…" He started but couldn't bring himself to finish his thought as he watched a stray tear roll down her reddened cheek.

Instead he stepped closer and, with a gentleness Billy didn't know he had in him, used the pad of his thumb to wipe away her sadness. "Talk to me, Mattie, please." He whispered almost in desperation after what felt like hours of silence between them.

With sullen eyes she peered up at him briefly, allowing Billy to get a glimpse of the torment behind them. "I can't hold a candle to the women you've been with Billy. You and I both know that this," she vaguely gestured between them, "won't work."

If there was ever a question that Billy had a heart, he certainly knew it now. Her defeated words slapped him across the chest like spiked lead weights.

"Do you know how long I wished you'd see me as something other than a friend?" A dry, pathetic laugh escaped her lips as she finally admitted her feelings out loud. Only to pull away once again, recoiling at how stupid it all sounded. "Years…" He barely heard her answer her own question. "But even after all these years I knew I'd never be on the same level as you, Billy. I don't fit your playboy, millionaire lifestyle and I never will. It was a nice daydream but that's all it ever was. I'm much better friend material."

Shaking his head at her words he wished he hadn't wasted so much fucking time convincing himself she was the one that deserved better then him. That he would fuck up whatever relationship developed between them, but here he was ruining their relationship anyways. He was practically seeing it crumble away like dry sand in the desert right before his eyes.

"Mattie…" He started, keeping his voice as soft as he could muster. But she stopped him from continuing, raising up a hand to silence him.

"Just drop it, please." There was a desperate plea hidden behind her eyes. An emotion Billy only ever saw once before this moment and that was when he had been seriously injured on one of his first tours. "You're drunk, don't do something you're gonna regret."

She thought she was going to lose him, and this was her way of protecting herself.

Furrowing his brows, he stepped a few feet away from her to give her space. "I'm not drunk, Matt, you out of anyone knows what I look like wasted." He held his hands up, trying to get her to calm down. Knowing she was moments away from jumping in her Jeep and driving off. "This ain't it." Pointing a finger back at himself.

"Then don't do something you'll regret tomorrow morning."

Shaking his head, Billy took note of how her shoulders sagged in defeat. "The only thing I regret is not realizing how much I've hurt you." He took a hesitant step back in her direction when he noticed she wasn't moving anymore. "That me not being able to trust myself with you, made you think you weren't good enough."

He closed the gap between them, gently grabbing her hands that were fisted at her sides. Feeling them tremble ever so slightly in his own, as his eyes tried to search her down cast face. "Mattie please…"

She didn't pull away from his touch, which gave him a little bit of hope. If she wanted out she would have ended this conversation and left him standing alone in this cold ass parking garage.

"Billy!" A woman's voice echoed through the parking garage, causing Mattie to stiffen. "There you are! They're looking all over the place for you upstairs. I told them you probably just needed some fresh air." As the woman grew closer, Mattie realized exactly who it was, making her pull away from Billy almost immediately. "Come on Billy, you can walk me back upstairs. Show me off to the crowd a little." The high-pitched laugh had Mattie cringing as she reached for her keys once again.

She didn't have the willpower to deal with the girl's judgemental looks for a second time that evening. Once at the elevator upstairs was enough for a lifetime.

"I'll be up in a minute." His eyes bored into Mattie as he watched her physically shrink in on herself. Wondering if she was always this visibly bothered by people interrupting them, or if he was just more aware of it because of the current state of things between them.

"Everyone's waiting for your speech though." She added while placing her hands on her hips. Clearly annoyed that Billy wasn't just immediately following her command.

"Well they can wait." He snapped.

"Billy, it's ok, really. Go do your speech." Mattie sighed softly to herself, using her hand to push some hair away from her face. Allowing him to see a redness growing in her eyes and her bottom lip trembling before she sank her teeth into soft flesh again. "It's important to Anvil."

"She's right, now let's go." With an outstretched hand the woman beckoned Billy towards her. A devious smirk pulled across her face thinking Billy would jump when she demanded him to. But that was far from reality.

Mattie expected him to turn on that professional charm of his, straighten his suit coat out and head back to the elevators to finish the evening out. At that point the woman might have thought she had been the one to convince Billy, but Mattie knew he'd be doing it only because she asked. However Billy didn't move, nor did he even pay much attention to the woman as she stood there tapping the toe of her high heel against the concrete floor impatiently.

Shaking his head, Billy ignored the woman behind him. Instead he took hold of Mattie's hands once again, his fingers prying her keys from her vice like grip she had on them. Placing them down on the hood of her Jeep once he got them free.

"You're more important to me." He whispered softly. "There would be no Anvil or Billy Russo if it wasn't for you, Matt." Billy admitted, seeing her head shake ever so softly in refusal at the facts.

It was the truth, whether she wanted to hear it or not. Billy would have turned into some punk ass jerk, probably locked up behind bars right now, if she hadn't been there to pick up his pieces. If Mattie didn't straighten him up and push him to be the man he was this very day. As for Anvil, when he pitched the idea to her she had been so onboard for him to try the venture. Deep down Billy knew as long as he was out of the military Mattie would have gone along with basically any of his half-baked ideas.

Mattie wasn't well off but he remembered her reaching into her bag that night, whipping out her checkbook so she could write him a check for what little she had been able to save up. It was a couple thousand dollars, an amount he certainly didn't deserve and didn't want, but she had insisted. Practically shoving the check down his shirt when he tried to give it back several times.

"I know you don't want to believe that but it's true." He whispered again, his face inches away from hers now.

She was torn, a part of her desperately wanted to fall into his arms and be swept away like she had always dreamed of. However the realistic part of her was still apprehensive, treading on paper thin ice as she tiptoed towards him. Waiting for the ice to finally crack beneath her weight and send her spiraling back into a reality where Billy would never in a million years stare at her like he was doing currently.

Mattie was never a risk taker in life, and with the glowering eyes of the woman behind them she wasn't going to change that aspect about herself now. "If I mean that much to you, go upstairs and sweet talk those investors. If not for yourself, but for me." She reached for her keys Billy had placed on the hood, gripping onto them tightly, grounding herself in the action. "I'm not worth throwing all that away for." Her words were barely audible as she leaned up and kissed him on his cheek.

She felt him try to reach for her again, his hands desperate to pull her back to face him. Mattie shrugged them off though, walking quickly around to the drivers side door, clicking the lock button so she could climb inside. "I'll see you around." Was the only thing she could bring herself to say, before shutting the car door and driving off. Leaving the two of them standing in the parking garage alone.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x oc #the punisher #frank castle #billy russo angst #netflix punisher #ben barnes

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 9 months

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Broken Doll

Red Leather and Running Mouths

Danger's Bitch

Soda, Cigarettes, and Broken Glass

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: top Dom, bottom Col, rough sex, insults, d/s undertones, overtones, and everything in between, bruising, bleeding, biting, fingering, anal sex, ruining furniture, feminization, spanking, MF hate, trying to put each other back together, Col being a brat, Dom being a slightly scary Dom (hopefully in a hot way), subspace 🚬 rating: explicit as fuuuuck 🩸

Dom took a breath as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. He could feel his dick pulsing, barely contained by the thin soft material of his briefs. He hadn't been so hard in a while. He had always been a free spirit sex wise but there was something special about the rapper exposing himself on the floor. He always made the boy feel more than normal. No one pissed him off so much and drove him so wild. There was something about the Machine Gun that made him need to dominate. It felt as if he was in love with a sweet school bully or working out trauma from his childhood with the only safe person he ever met. His feelings for Colson never made sense but they didn't make sense together.

"I didn't come to fuck." He growled, reiterating what he'd already said as he watched the oversized stoner shiver and twitch with anticipation. Every note of his voice made the man jump, his beautifully painted nails tugging his cheeks open wider. It brought a smirk to the punk's face. "I came to take care of yas."

"You are! Fuck- you are! Only one who can give me what I need. Make me feel b-"

"Did I say you could speak or was I talking?" Dom's voice was flat and Kells whimpered, visibly sucking his lips between his teeth and biting down. "Tha's better." He sighed, crouching closer to run his finger slowly between the man's pink ass cheeks. "You 'urt me Cols. You 'urt me but I still came to take care of you. No one fucking works me up like you. No one. No one gets me like 'is. I don't bloody dom people." He huffed, resting his fingers on either side of the man's hole in a V and spreading him. It felt obscene and filled his cock somehow more. Everything between them felt obscene though. Colson was obviously tight but they loved it that way though he still hollowed his cheeks and sucked until saliva pooled on his tongue before he spit. His friend was so wound up he jerked at the feeling, grinding his dick on the ottoman. Dom's free hand slapped over his ass again, he hadn't given him permission to find pleasure yet. Fuck though he was a sight, the singer didn't realize how much he'd missed him.

God that was a lie to his own inner monologue- he knew how much he missed him because he thought about him every day. After everything he'd taken time off dating. Nothing measured up and he didn't want to risk himself. Of course he was more virile than most and he couldn't help but touch himself to thoughts and memories of that perfect ass. After spending a year in that mindset without the true relief of taking the bastard apart on his cock he was a little pent up. Maybe he was enjoying the squirming a little too much. "Is tha' enough?" He purred, leaning closer and spitting again before Kells could offer an answer.

"Fu-fuck me?" The rapper whimpered, his nails marking up his most sensitive skin and when he heard his lover chuckle he whined. Dom didn't do this for anyone else? He didn't do this for anyone else. No one could make him soft and pliant like the punk who owned him so easily. Women called him daddy and begged for his dick, he didn't even have to ask for sex let alone plead for it like he was about to if the boy didn't take him. No one gave him that sick needy feeling in his stomach. No one else would ever see him like he was. No, he was only Dom's bitch.

"You probably fink you deserve 'is. You probably fink I'm easy for you. I am. Me anger is easy for you. Me cock. Me 'eart." He sighed, circling the man's quivering hole with the tip of his finger. He teased until the man relaxed and then he pushed inside to the first knuckle. He knew his brat was fighting himself like a champ not to push back. "I should wear a fucking condom wiv yas. Who knows wha' ya 'ad ya filfy cock in. I mean it weren't much more 'an fucking a used pocket pussy so much of 'er were plastic."

Colson blinked slowly at those words and bit down on his lips again. He was pretty sure Dom hadn't meant to say that out loud but a part of him just loved him more. Catty bitch. His mouth popped free and he let himself moan before looking over his shoulder. "What was that?" He couldn't help but ask, a goofy grin on his face. It shouldn't please him so much but he knew how hard the boy fought to stay positive and kind. Hearing him angry made his cock jerk under him.

"Nuffin. Shut up. Do you 'ave one?" Dom asked with a blush on his cheeks but when Kells shook his head he arched a brow. "Bullshit."

"Maybe but… I'm safe. Please? Trust me?"

Jade eyes met blue and Dom knew he didn't realize how loaded that question was. He didn't know if he could trust him like before, the boy was too much a puppy and gave himself fully to anyone willing to show him love. "I shouldn't. I know better. Should wear one and make you suck it. Shite Kells you know you gonna bleed for me. You trust me? Wha' if I been fucking-"

"You haven't been." It was said so surely Dom almost spanked him again. He almost got up and left but… Colson was right. He hadn't. "You just said no one gets you like I do."

"Not sure tha' were a compliment." Dom whispered, surprised at himself he wasn't kicking the man's ass. The rapper smiled, proud of himself and all the suffering he'd caused. Not because he hurt the boy but because someone actually felt something for him. "Why you fucking grinning? You keep it up and you ain't getting fucked."

"Yeah I am." The man purred, letting his ass go so he could push himself off the ottoman and pull his shirt off.

"Oh?" There was a flip in Dom's stomach and a twitch in his cock. His balls felt so tight he thought he might bust just dry humping the bastard but that's not what either of them needed. Why was his brat being so… cute?

"Yeah." Col hummed as he wiggled out of his pants and crawled on top of the furniture. When he was settled on knees and forearms, naked as the day he was born, and presenting like some bitch in heat he looked back at his lover and slowly let his thighs spread until his dick hit the leather and his legs were parted slut wide over the footrest. His toes were curled against the floor, his body spread in a way that kept him vulnerable and off kilter. He knew his dom loved it best when he had complete control. "Cause you love me." He tried to keep his voice a tease but butterflies filled his stomach and his heart raced. If Dom said no he might break for good. Shatter like all the glass on the floor.

"Fuck off. Jus' fuck right off! Fucking wanker you is. Absolute bloody brat. Did I say you could move or talk?" He tried so hard to ignore the feeling in his chest. How dare the man be so… so… right. Dom could feel himself shaking with something between rage and lust and that was fucking it. He stripped his underwear off, stalking close to the man and he threw his leg over Colson's back, riding him to the ottoman. The rapper groaned, his arms going out from under him before his skin slapped the leather and Dom smirked at the sounds. He grabbed for his lover's arms, yanking them behind his back and he wrapped his briefs around his wrists and tied them tight. "You lucky I don't shove em down ya fhroat. 'Ow dare you fink you can talk to me like tha'." He growled, looking over his prone pet before he tangled his fingers tight in blonde hair and pulled his head back, tilting his face up for a rough and messy kiss. Everything felt filthy and rough and he had pent up aggression to work out on that pretty little ass but for just a moment he let his lips admit the bastard was right. Kisses weren't fucking, kisses were making love.

Colson whimpered against his lover's lips. The boy's tongue was filling his mouth like he needed his hole to be but he savored the softer moment and the feeling he knew the punk was trying to get across. He tugged at his restraints and tried not to buck down against the leather but he was getting more desperate by the second. He could feel the dom's cock leaking against his spine, the silky skin of his foreskin and pearly smears of precum just made his need worse. So much worse. There was a soft noise falling from his lips that Dom swallowed before it escaped but he still felt like the bitch he was. Only for him.

Dom pulled back, his chest heaving in the wake of such a dizzying kiss. He tossed the man down, shoving his cheek against the furniture before he crawled off and walked to stand between those spread lanky legs. He let saliva pool on his tongue as he admired the sight of Col's sweat slick shivering tatted back. Part of him wanted to keep berating him, maybe if he kept snarling he wouldn't feel the truth. He might have Kells a begging bitch of a mess but he was just as hard up for him. He hadn't just come running to help. The man didn't just bring out the good in him, he brought out something no one else could. For good or toxic he loved him.

Damn him.

Colson went silent as he listened for his lover's next move but Dom was quiet as a mouse. He tried to reach down to help spread himself again but with his hands tied he couldn't. He knew the punk was enjoying this but honestly… he wasn't as nervous as he used to be. Something had changed for him in that moment. He trusted Dom, he knew he'd be taken care of, he knew the boy felt more for him than he'd like to admit. His cock was pounding, his stomach full of butterflies, his need was so intense it was burning through him but it was almost making him feel at peace. Fuck he'd missed being spread out for the guy.

Dom spit in his palm and slicked his dick as best he could before gripping Col's hips bruising tight. He tugged him close, placing one knee against the furniture, the other foot finding purchase on the floor. It had been over a year since he felt himself surrounded by his favorite place and he was going to fuck the bastard silly until all he could think was of him. If he heard that bitch's name one more time for the rest of the day he would punish him. It was just that simple. He couldn't drive Dom so far up the wall and get away with it. "Are you done being a brat?" He huffed, grinding his precum and spit wet tip over Col's needy hole, his hips bucking hard enough he felt himself catch against him.

"Fuck yes- please? Be so good." The rapper whimpered, flexing his cheeks to try and tempt the boy more. Every thrust had Dom's cockhead hooking against his hole and tugging and the tease was driving him wild. He could feel his own dick leaking against the leather, probably ruining the furniture he picked out with- no. He wouldn't think about her but he did let himself grin that his lover's first move here was helping him ruin something she loved. "Just so you know she wants this shit." He explained offhandedly and he caught the boy grinning.

"I should take a bloody picture but I'll jus' 'elp ya stain it up." Dom chuckled darkly and the sound tickled over Col's skin like spiked silk. Something soothing with a shock of surprise to keep you on your toes. Dom would never let him relax completely. The boy with ADHD was Col's version of Adderall, nothing got him as wired. Nothing had him as addicted as those plush pillow lips and thick hard cock. "Now bite the fucking leather and 'old on."

"I…" Kells trailed off, flexing his hands under Dom's chest and the boy laughed as if to say 'exactly'. A soft whine escaped him but of course he obeyed, turning his head and closing his teeth around the edge. He knew before long he'd be moaning like the slut he was but daddy got what daddy asked for- not that he'd be caught dead calling him that.

Dom pushed himself up and watched as the tip of his cock disappeared inside his lover's rosey tight hole. He couldn't help wondering if there were tiny scars left from their first night together and if he'd make new ones in the tissue paper skin. His lip rolled between his teeth as his foreskin was forced back and precum eased his glide inside but fuck- his brat was tight. He could hear Kells whining already, the man was squirming and panting and trying to push back but he just kept riding him down until flesh pressed to flesh. He was home. Everything was right.

The pace he found was as rough as his kiss had been and he groaned at the way his lover clenched. Every pull out was a fight, every thrust deep felt like heaven. It was a nearly dry fuck but Dom was always wet as a girl, at least when he was dicking Col down. He could see pink coating his cock and he tried not to let that thrill him. He didn't want to hurt the man but… maybe he did. Kells didn't have a word of protest. "Filfy fucking whore you is. At least ya pussy still tight."

Colson moaned. He could feel his cheeks turning as pink as his asshole probably was but he loved when his dominant debased him. They hadn't really tried feminization before but he knew he started it. "Just for you." He repeated himself slurring and got spanked again for the effort. His hands fought to escape their binding, he needed to touch but he knew he wasn't allowed. All he could do was try to breathe and focus on the searing pleasure-pain and the way his hole throbbed in time with his racing pulse. Dom bucked too hard and his cock almost slipped free, the next thrust deep felt bruising as they squelched back together and he cried out, almost choking. Shit his lover was wet. Somehow he'd almost forgotten but that was his first thought when he felt the punk's dick down his throat. It always made him jealous.

Dom bit his lip until it was close to bleeding, he could barely control himself but he almost broke the moment he slammed back inside his brat. His strokes got shorter, their bodies slapping together with every thrust. They were sweat shiny and he knew he was drooling on the man, but nothing mattered more than forcing his bitch to that peak just on his cock. His hold on Col's hip tightened and he pulled him up, angling his next plunge down until the rapper was almost sobbing from need. He could feel his dick catching against that swollen spot and he knew he had the man broken and bleeding enough he was lost. He was floating. But Dom would prove himself damnit. Only he could take the bastard apart like that.

"Like tha' don't yas? Pretty little slut. You know you gonna be- fuck Cols- gonna be a mess. Want tha' don't ya? Be a broken fuck doll for me? Dripping me cum?" Normally he was quiet in bed but Colson brought something out in him. He could still remember demanding the man to watch himself in the mirror. "Tha's the real you." He growled, slowing his hips enough to aim hard and deep. Nails clawed at his stomach, long limbs spasmed under him, and Kells moaned and whimpered.

The man groaned, he was almost hiccuping he was so worked up. That golden coil was pulled so tight he was shaking but with every catch against that spot only Dom could seem to hit right; he was falling deeper into that floating warm headspace and closer to heaven. He tried to speak but it came out a gurgled cry, he was choking on spit and lust. He could still feel the burn but it was just heightening the pleasure and when teeth teased his shoulder he screamed. "Cum." It was short and to the point, a command not an offer and Colson obeyed as if he was just another instrument Dominic had mastered.

The rapper shook through his orgasm, his hole clenching so tight Dom could barely pull out but he didn't need to. No, just the man's reaction would push him over the edge. His teeth bit down as his hips rocked rough, his cock grinding deep inside his lover. He sucked a mark into Col's skin, claiming him in such a simple way but it soothed the anger inside him and he finally let go. Maybe this was Colson but it was him too and as he fell over that edge he let himself admit it. White heat filled and spilled out of that tight pink hole and he let himself silently worship his lover. His. "Mine."

Colson thought he heard Dom speak but he couldn't pay attention to anything besides the feel of cum getting fucked back out of him. It was like even after orgasm the boy couldn't stop but finally when they were both trembling from overstimulation Dom slowed and untied his wrists before he laid against his spine. He couldn't speak. He couldn't do anything besides shake and try to slow his ragged breaths. No one could fuck him up- or fuck him like Dominic. He certainly felt like a broken open doll and he loved it. For once he didn't feel like making a joke and dismissing everything that just transpired and when the kid rolled them to their sides and held him close he let him. More than anything he just wanted to float in the fuzzy pink cloud and be grounded by the arm around his chest and the growing soft cock keeping him plugged full. More than anything he finally wanted to fucking rest.

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Hope this measured up to all you hoped it would be. I love writing these boys even if they're a little more messy and rough than my other versions. I'm not sure if I'll do more or go straight back to the other but maybe if y'all like it I'll do another. Let me know 🚬🖤

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eyedressbea · 23 days

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Expanding my last .txt post about "The D Train"

So! Why did he became so obsessed with Oliver? Why all of the sudden he lost all of his marbles over a man who just got in contact with after years without knowing about eachother? Why did Dan became such an emotional mess when we see him being this shy absent man in the first act of the film?

Dan is very, VERY complex. He's a loser, he's very insecure and has low self steem, he probably was like this in highschool as well. Perhaps he was just a shy nerdy kid who couldn't manage to get along with his peers not because of his shyness but rather because he's just awkward and makes everyone uncomfortable.

We see how he talks, he tries so hard to convince everyone that he's outgoing and an extrovert and that makes everyone back away from him, I mean, who wouldn't? If you have someone forcing a smile while trying to make friends with you, wouldn't you be a little weirded out?

He fails at every social interaction he has and ends up hurting himself in the process by noticing that his efforts are worthless, his peers lie to him in order to get rid of him, other's see him as inmature and not worth of their time.

This man has had his emotional needs neglected for years leading him to neglect the people who actually care (them being his wife and son) which ruins his only semi-stable connections.

Why does he neglects his relationships with his wife and son? He probably sees them as people who are bound to love and respect him so why would they matter if they're going to stay either way? (Obviously he changes this mindset at the end of the film after the whole mess he got himself into but Jesus, the fact that it almost took losing his family for him to see the good he had in his life just tells me this man has been depressed for a VERY long time.)

He's desperate, needy, clingy and all of that is put under the rug because he doesn't want to look un-cool to anyone more than he already is percieved.

So when Oliver comes into his life he feels a rush he has never felt, the adrenaline of something new, it's like he was given the last water of the dessert.

Picture this, people who often get neglected emotionally often take two paths in their forms of attatchment: either they get the anxious type or the avoidant type.

Dan got the anxious type, he has been rejected enough, ignored enough that he's willing to put himself under the knife in order to get a little, just a LITTLE of affection.

"I'm married, I have a family but what if we were in an alternate universe where I wasn't?" This isn't the type of stuff that someone who wants to forget he had an affair with his friend would say.

He DIDN'T want to forget he had an affair with Oliver, he DIDN'T want to forget what happened at Los Angeles because he's so needy and desperate that he's willing to sacrifice a family that loves him in order to live in this fantasy where at least someone finds him approachable and desirable.

He puts Oliver on a pedestal, everything bad that Oliver did was overlooked with rose-colored glasses; Dan didn't get to see that Oliver wasn't good for him at all, he only saw him as his lover saviour.

When the glasses started breaking he didn't stop to think if what he was doing was right, he just went further into trying to fix these glasses to keep this fantasy going on.

Dan went so downhill that he almost fell into addiction to get rid of the sadness he was feeling when he realized that he was never important to Oliver in the first place.

Oliver and Dan's relationship was nothing but toxic, but you know what makes it even more sad? That I don't think that Oliver wanted to hurt Dan at all! Sure, he was an asshole for taking more than he could've eat to sustain his need for attention but I don't think he actively wanted to harm Dan at all but since he's so emotionally distant he didn't consider that what they had that night DID mean something to Dan.

They managed to write these characters so well that you can't entirely like them nor hate them, you can relate to them while knowing that their actions are horrible and harmful.

Just when Oliver's has had it with Dan's approaches he confronts him and you can see that Dan gets a rush out of it.

In his mind he's like "Finally he's looking my way! He's angry but looking at me! He's screaming AT ME."

And yes! Dan inmeadiatly realizes that that's not the reaction he wants out of Oliver so he begs him to start over, to pretend they didn't know eachother just so they can try again and well, you know what happens after that.

Oliver outs him in front of everyone, basically mocking the desperation he felt over the fact that Oliver didn't aknowledge what happened and then he says THE line:

"You mean nothing to me, not even a bleep on my fucking radar."

That's all that Dan needed to finally get it.

There's really no way of winning if in his eyes he'll always be the loser from highschool.

This man doesn' want him, doesn't need him, this man used him for his body and for the sake of holding onto who he was back in highschool. His feelings and needs didn't matter at all, there was nothing between them and that night was just a game.

Can I just add how I love that the rest was just quiet after that? No big fight? No screaming matches? Just silence.

It's awkward yes but it's more realistic, his wife was in shock and heartbroken and Dan was the feeling the same but for many different reasons; the next day is just him trying to force himself to continue the routine, bottling up his feelings again in order to seem normal but when his son mentions that he knows (which means that EVERYONE knows thanks to what the son's girlfriend tells him about the facebook thing) he just breaks down like a child that knows that messed up big time.

I love that the son just takes the mature role for a little and tells him that everyone has their own problems going on and that he needed to get over his.

SO! What about the ending?

I liked it, it's a little corny but I liked it.

I just like how Oliver KNOWS that he messed up with a emotionally unstable man who considered him his lover friend and goes and tries to take the blame in front of Dan's wife.

(Let me say that the scene where she opens the door is a little funny because it looks like even tho she's mad at her husband she seems protective of him when Oliver appears, she's standing there so angry at the guy who played with her husband's feelings like she's saying "I'm going to beat you up and then I'll deal with Dan." I love her so much.)

When Dan comes out to talk with Oliver it's just so amazing because Dan has already taken off the rose-colored glasses and now was seeing Oliver for who he was, an asshole.

Oliver apologizes.

Dan's like "Thanks?".

Oliver goes and tells him what a failure he really is and Dan acknowledges that, goes home, retrieves the shirt he kept from that night and gives it to him; Oliver wants him to keep it but this is where we see that Dan no longer cares or feels attachment by insisting he take it.

Anyway I love you so much Dan, you're such a miserable idiot.

Jack can't really escape the "pathetic middle aged man with emotional bagage" character.

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retroellie · 2 years

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Hello!! I love your writing first off,omg— secondly,I was wondering if you could make a part two of the angst where y/n and Ellie were on patrol but y/n snapped at her due to her being jealous about Ellie and cat? I’m hooked to it😩 Maybe with a happy ending this time if that’s possible? 😭

Summary: After the incident (part 1) you try to forget about Ellie, memories began to come back.

A/N: Thank you for your request <3 and thank you for waiting for long. This took like 4 hours to make omfg, i'm getting back into the grove of right though :) also make sure to read part one before this one!!

Warnings: Angst, small NSFW, alcohol

Word count: 5.1K

It had been weeks since the incident, 6 or 7 weeks at least. You weren't counting, anything just to forget it ever happened. You cried really hard for a good 2 weeds and decided to just woman up, you just wanted to get over her.

You had a few flings here and there, flings meaning getting fingered in the bar bathroom or fucking the shit out of a poor woman just to feel something. You just tried to do anything to get ellies words out of your mind. They felt ingrained into your brain, words always lingering in your mind no matter how many times you tried to get them out. You hadn't heard from or even seen Ellie in 7 weeks, you stayed away from her and she didn't make an effort to find you.

Other than the flings, your life was boring. The following day of the incident you pulled yourself out of guard duty. It was too much to handle, mentally and physically. Ellie was the main reason you joined it and the reason you left, how ironic is that. You were now running the bar with Maria and sometimes Jesse would take the nightshift to help you out. It was slow and boring, it was perfect for you.

You got into more self care, like you made your own shampoo out of lavender and you tried to take care of your skin the best you could in a post-apocalyptic world. It was silly but what Ellie said really enlightened you in a way, more of how you acted did. You found you clung onto people too much, you needed to depend on yourself more. You read somewhere that this is a normal way people mourn, they appreciate life more and realize how fast life can go.

It sounds silly but you felt a piece of you died that day so mourning was the perfect word to use for how you felt. You weren't only mourning Ellie but you were mourning yourself, you told yourself that you needed to experience death to really appreciate life. You hated Ellie but you also thank her for opening your eyes, opening them to realize there's more to life than girls.

Speaking of girls, Jesse was working the bar with you tonight. He was talking about dina, going over how they snuck out the night before. You were grossed out by how gushy he was over her, it made you feel sick. You tried being there for him, telling him what he should and shouldn't do but your new mindset made it hard to give him advice. He was leaned up against the counter, talking to you along with one of the drunks in there with y'all.

"Man you should've seen how happy she was when I showed her it, she was all like 'Oh Jesse, I love you so much. this means so much, your the most perfect guy for me.'" He said, voice high pitched as to mock her voice.

You giggled slightly, looking over to him with a bland look on your face. You knew Dina and you knew she wouldn't say something like that, Jesse was just eating his own ass right now. You Grabbed a glass from the counter, filling it with beer to the tip top of it.

"You can't give yourself all the credit, who gave you the idea for the ring??" You said, sliding over the glass to the drunk man who had asked for yet another beer.

Jesse looked down at you, giving you a smirk. It was true you had given him the idea of it, his idea was to take her to the lake to just watch the sunset or something for their year anniversary. You told him that was not enough for the milestone, so you gave him some ideas. You snuck out with him so he could find the perfect ring, yall basically searched around for 2 hours until he found a pretty pearl ring.

You're glad he's happy, they deserve that. Jesse has been one of your best friends since you got to jackson. He was the first person you came out to, the first person you cried too. He was first for a lot of things, he was a real nice guy. You told him everything and he told you everything, every little detail about his love life with dina you knew. You were damn near a part of their relationship.

"Yeah yeah, your the best ever yada yada." He remarked, quite sarcastically too. "You know with all the advice you've given me I'm surprised you don't have a girlfriend yet."

That statement made you sick, you didn't want a partner of any kind. With your luck you had with Ellie, you didn't want to go through that hard break again, it would kill you. Feelings were so confusing, your feelings were confusing. You had to stop yourself from gagging or bursting out into laughter, either one at this point.

You just gave Jesse a look, a bored look that said everything you said to him. Jesse knew you had trouble with people, he also knew you had a crush on ellie. You try to tell him you're over it but he knows better than that, he's a good looking guy so he knows how girls act when they're massively into someone.

"Not everyone can be a womanizer like you I guess." You said sarcastically.

You looked out into the bar, seeing how empty it was becoming. You liked when the bar was empty, only a few regulars here and there. Jesse smirked at your sarcasm, he brushed past you. He took a glass and began filling it up.

"I mean you can't blame me, you could have a lot of girls at their feet for you if you just... you know.... tried." It sounded meaner than he thought it would but he was just trying to keep on the conversation.

You looked over at him, watching as he brought the now filled up glass of beer to his lips. You knew he was telling the truth, you could have girls drooling over you but you didn't want them too. You were okay banging a girl you just met and hopefully won't see again, feelings always got complicated.

Jesse gulped down the beer in one sip, going for another round. You didn't know what to say to it, should you even reply. You just shrugged your shoulders, setting down a rag so you could clean up the mess one of the drunks left.

"Not everything is about girls, there's more to life." You spoke after a minute of thinking. "I would rather be alone anyways, it's quiet."

Jesse let out a laugh, almost spilling his drink. You once again whipped your head over to look at him as he acted like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. Jesse knew you and he knew you well, he was there when you would daydream about falling in love or how much you talked about having a little family on a farm, well that was before the incident. The incident leaves your heart broken and hurt, wanting to never feel that way again.

You rolled your eyes, continuing the job that Jesse was supposed to help you with but instead he was getting drunk. You shook your head as he continued to laugh.

"Bullshit!! weren't you swooning over you know who like last week." He laughed out, the beer already getting to his head.

He was still on about how you liked Ellie, or still do you have no idea what you wanted right now. You were annoyingly head over heels for her but only in the comfort of your home and only to Jesse. You told him how you felt about her, how every time you were around her your stomach would do turns or how you wanted to spend every day with her just staring deeply into her eyes. You told him everything but the incident that occurred that snowy night, you just told him you lost feelings and left it at that. He just assumed it was because of cats and Ellie's relationship.

"I don't like you know who, it was just a cringey phase." You snapped back.

You know who had become a code word for Ellie, every time you had to swoon over her in public you would say you know who instead of her name. It was like a forbidden word, obviously you wouldn't let anyone know you had feelings for her.

You liked Jesse but you hated how blunt he was or maybe it was because he knew the truth about your feelings more than you did. He just shrugged it off, sipping the beer this time. He was planning on getting drunk and then heading to bed, he had rounds to do tomorrow and couldn't make it to the night shift at the bar.

"Whatever you say miss "i don't have feelings." He joked, slightly nudging your shoulder. "You know speaking of you know who, apparently the other you know who broke up with you know who."

That made your heart drop, Cat and ellie broke up? What happened? Who broke up with who? Was it a mutual break up? you stopped yourself from asking yourself further questions, why do you even care? You stopped your feelings with ellie, good for her if she did break up with cat. Whatever happened you did not care, this information will not have you begging at Ellie's feet asking to date her. No, youll stick with your flings and stupid self care regimines.

You tried to make it look like you didn't care even though inside you were dying to know what happened even if you told yourself you didn't. You just continued to clean the bar, trying to process the information.

"Good for you know who than." You said nonchalantly. "or not, i don't really care either way."

You waited for another big laugh from Jesse, but it never came, he was too busy gulping down another beer. You just rolled your eyes at the lack of him not listening, putting down the rag in the drawer so you could start picking up the empty glasses from the very drunk man at the counter.

You tried your best to just ignore the heartbreak, guilt, happiness, curtiosity all kinds of emotions that you were feeling. You didn't care, how could you. What you did to ellie finalized your relationship with her, you told her what you felt but it wasn't how you felt. You loved her, so much it hurt sometimes. The dull ache between your thighs every night not allowing you to sleep, the chills you got when you saw her stomach poke out of her shirt when you were doing rounds with her, the pain you felt when you heard cat and ellie got together.

It was all so stupid, there was other things to worry about like cleaning the bar so you could go home and cry. The bar fell silent for the rest of the night, the only noise was the only drunk left who told stories of the outside world. It came closing time, the man was still there asking for one more drink. It was sad, the man told you stories of how he lost his wife and kids outside. You wondered if you would end up like him, sad and alone. No you wouldn't, you would end up sad and alone but it would be your choice. If no one can get close enough to love you then you wouldn't have to deal with the loss.

After closing when the clock struck midnight you told the man that you would have Jesse take him home, you felt bad. You thought maybe it would make it feel a little better, maybe to feel like someone was looking after him plus he was way too drunk to even walk himself home.

"Are you sure you can get yourself home? you know alone?" Jesse asked, allowing the man to lean on him.

"Yeah i'll be okay, just get him along with yourself home safe. I can't do night shifts alone." You joked.

Jesse chuckled, grabbing the man's stuff with his other hand. You watched as he walked him out, waving as they disappeared into the darkness. It wasn't too long after that that you left, turning off the bar lights and locking the door behind you. It was a dark night; it was a hot one too. The sky was being lit up by the moon, it was a full one tonight. You didn't get too far out of the door before you felt hands on your arm, you jerked back. Your heart is almost exploding in your chest. You didn't know whether to pull out your knife or scream as loud as you could, Jesse left about 8 minutes ago exactly, he couldn't be too far away from the bar, right? Before you could do anything though you saw the face of the mystery person.

"Ellie!! What the fuck?" You yelled, heart almost thumping out of your chest.

You could melt right then and there, it had been 7 weeks. 7 long weeks since you saw her pale skin, even longer since you felt her silky smooth skin. Even through the darkness of the sky you could see her green eyes that had a slight hint of red in them burning into your skin, auburn hair messy and stuck to her forehead. SHe smells of beer and weed, she sure looked like she was so far gone. Even through it all though she had a smile plastered on her face.

"Hi princess!!" She slurped out, finally letting go of your arm.

She swayed back and forth, causing you to hold your arms out just in case she fell. She didn't look so good, maybe this was the aftermath of the breakup she just had. You know after your "break up" with her all you wanted to do was drink yourself under the table.. You know how much it hurts to be hurt by someone but you also know how it feels to hurt someone.

"Awe!! you guys are closed.... I wanted a drink!!" Her voice was loud, probably loud enough to wake up the surrounding houses of jackson.

She turned over to the door of the bar, trudging her way to the locked door. She slumped against it, laughing as she almost tripped over her own feet. She banged lightly at the door, slowly picking up the pace.

"Open uuuupppppp." She laughed, face smashed up against the door as her banging contuined.

You watched her, seeing her like this. It was probably worse than the time you saw her puffy eyes the morning after the incident, Pouring her heart out to you after you completely broke her heart. It hurt you because what if after what you said, after you hurt her did she end up like this? trying to drown herself in anything to make it stop or did she not care, did she go home to cat and cuddle up with her, telling her how much she missed her. Either way it still hurts.

You know the day after you cried yourself to sleep, drowning in your tears and dreaming of a world where it was just you. Maybe than you couldn't hurt anyone anymore. This was bringing up a lot of bad memories you didn't need right now, Jesse already brought up enough. When the banging got too loud, you walked over to her.

"Come on, let's get you home ellie." You spoke softly, removing her hands away from the door instead draping one of them over your shoulders.

This was the least you could do, after hurting her, you could just pick her back up after she fell down once again. You grabbed on to her waist so she wouldn't fall onto the other side. She let you lead her, at this point she didn't care who took her, she was too drunk to even realize it.

The trip was silent, some drunk laughs from ellie and grunts from you trying to hoist her along but other than that it was silent. Nothing was said, nothing was needed to be said. You were too ashamed to speak and she was too drunk. It was a struggle to open the gate that led to the backyard of Joel's home, you hoped he didn't see you. It would break him to see ellie like this. You tried to keep quiet, shutting the gate behind you.

You finally arrived at the garage she lived in. You knew you couldn't leave her out here, she wouldn't make it into her home. She was too out of it to even open the door. You didn't want to go into her home though, it would bring back too many bad memories. This night has brought up enough memories, this was all too much but you couldn't leave her out here. You decided you would just get her situated, get her some water maybe and then leave. It's the least you could do.

You sat her down on the staircase, feeling around the edge of the door frame and underneath her house mat to find the spare key. You felt the cold metal of it underneath the mat, you grabbed it. You knew Ellie's secret key, you guys were close not too long ago. You unlocked the door, smirking to yourself about the small accomplishment. You cracked the door open, going back to pick ellie up.

She was slumped over, leaning against the wooden ledge. She looked absolutely beautiful, you hated it. Why couldn't you just hate her like you said you did, what was so special about ellie. You yanked yourself out of your trance to hoist her onto you once more. She had gotten a bit heavier given she was almost passed out. She was still able to walk, slowly but she still could. You busted through the door, tripping over the door frame. You knocked a few things off the shelf by her door and knocked more things down trying to find the light switch.

This caused Ellie to laugh at your clumsiness. Her laugh was loud but it was music to your ears, very loud music right next to your ears but it was the most beautiful. You finally found the switch, turning it on causing the bright light to illuminate through the room. It was the same room you had been not too long before this, she barely changed anything.

You stumbled to the bed with her in your arms, flopping her down on the bed. You needed to start working out again, you thought. After you quit the rounds you stopped working out, it wasn't needed. Passing out beers was a lot less physically demanding as using a gun, climbing up walls and stabbing deeply into infected was. You stood yourself up on your feet, watching as Ellie had a laughing fit.

She was wearing gray jeans that were ripped at the knees, a tank top that was soaked with what maybe was alcohol and muddy boots. You changed plans, you would get her cleaned up and then leave. She just went through a breakup and waking up to see yourself like this would leave you not only confused but extremely depressed, seeing yourself melt in the mix of alcohol and sadness is not a good look. It also wouldn't do much for your consciousness, allowing a lonely drunk girl wallow in her own filth.

"I'm gonna go get you some water and then I'll clean you up." You spoke, you ran over to her small kitchen.

If you were in the right state of mind right now you would leave, you couldn't start feeling feelings right now, not right now. You Rummaged through her cabinets trying to find a towel to wash her face off along with a glass to fill water up with. Her kitchen was a bit of a mess, maybe you could clean the place up a bit. No.... you're getting too ahead of yourself, you want to stay with her but you can't.

"Underneath the sink, that's where I keep my towels." Ellie spoke as if she was reading your mind.

You looked back at her, she was sitting up now, still a bit wobbly but she looked like she sobered up a bit. She was watching as you rummaged through her kitchen, watching every move. You could feel her eyes now, face heating up as you directed your focus back to the cabinets. You opened the one underneath the cabinet and she was right, the towels were stacked up on top of each other. You stood back up, setting it down on the counter before attempting to find the glasses.

The first one you opened held all her cups, most were coffee cups but there were some small clear glasses scattered around. You took one of the smaller ones to reveal something that made your heart flutter. It was the cup you gave her on her 18th birthday, she kept it. You actually made it, you were proud of yourself for it even though it looked like a child made it.

You and Ellie decided to take a pottery class one of the adults was doing. They were trying to educate the youth on how to make their own cups and plates. As if that matters now but you thought it would be fun. Ellie messed around the entire time, honestly she just wanted to paint some cups but you actually tried. Your best was not quite that good but you loved how it turned out. The sides dropped, the handle bent and the bottom was bumpy so you had to turn it upside down to display it but it was special so you gave it to ellie.

You thought maybe she had thrown it out after the incident, you knew you would but she didn't. You smiled at the memory before shutting the cabinet, going over to the sink. You filled the cup with water and wet the rag down with water as well. You gathered everything you needed, heading over to Ellie who was still staring at you. She watched you walk over to her, not looking away but staring dead at you. You sat on the bed next to her, trying to stay far away from her but still close enough to reach out for her.

"Here you go, drink up." You spoke, she grabbed the glass from you.

She didn't hesitate in gulping down the water, she was thirsty and the mix of alcohol and weed made her even thirstier. It was a matter of seconds before she handed you back the cup, you set it on her nightstand. Holding the rag up in your hand, presenting it to her. It was almost a way to ask for consent before you touched her face. She nodded, brushing her hair back so you could clean her face off.

You dabbed on the rag lightly, not wanting to push too hard. Ellie's eyes slowly blinked, eyes fighting to stay open but they stayed on you. Her face had developed more freckles than the last time you saw her, she was a bit tanner and a bit more bruised up. Her eyes were bloodshot, she was evidently crying not long ago. Her sad droopy eyes looking at your eyes that were doing everything in their power to not give in to the urge to look right back at her.

"You heard about me and cat?" She spoke, breaking the loud silence.

You debated on telling her the truth, you didn't want to make it seem like you were gossiping about her or make her feel worse about being the talk of the town. You just continued to dab on the rag, wiping off the sweat that formed on her cheeks. You shrugged, you wanted to change the subject.

"You don't have to lie Y/N, everyone knows." She said she was clearly upset. " 'Ellie Williams, the town dyke, broke up with her girlfriend this weekend. Rumor has it she loves another??"

She put her hands up, putting hard quotation marks around them with every word. Talking as if she was in the news. She dropped her hands to her sides, shaking her head lightly. You had only heard of the breakup today, was it that big of a thing? you didn't really pay attention to the town talk though, you thought people just need to mind their own business.

You kept your hands on your lap as well, she was drunk and upset. You wanted to be there for her, even if she was just ranting drunkenly. You felt terrible to say the least, going through a break up is one thing but having it be talked about for weeks like it was jesus coming back to earth is terrible. No one should have to go through that, especially Ellie, with the amount of pain she's suffered already. Her eyes were glossy, her mouth was put into a frown.

"ellie... it's not so bad. I haven't heard anyone talk about it." You tried to make her feel better, anything to stop the frown that was forming on her face.

You weren't good at making people feel better, especially to a person who you hurt 7 weeks ago, to a person you hated for 7 weeks because you couldn't stop a little crush you had on them. She looked over at you, eyes filling with tears a bit.

"I know what people say about me..." She said, a tear running down her cheek. " and the worst part is that it's true."

oh god, please ellie not now. You thought, mind racing a mile a minute. Please don't confess right now after weeks of you hating her, of convincing yourself you didn't feel what you felt. You ignored your mind just to keep her out of it. Even if it's not about you begging her not to love another woman that wasn't you. Either way you didn't want to hear it, you didn't want to hear what was true.

You just wanted to live your boring loveless life alone, you didn't want more reasons to keep your awake at night. Wondering what you could do differently or what you could've done better. You should've just left her outside, to get eaten by the bugs but at least she would be out of your life.

" I do love someone else and..." She paused; she was so close to breaking down it almost had you breaking down. The knot in her throat made her choke. " And I let that person, that beautiful person walk out of my life 7 weeks, 3 days and 13 hours ago all because I couldn't say no to cat."

You sucked in a breath, the information was too much. Hearing it, really hearing it left you speechless. You stared at the rag in your hands, squeezing it until water dripped on your pants. What do you say, what could you say? You could hear Ellie let out a sob, it was a quiet sob but it was so loud to you. You just stayed silent, you couldn't say anything.

Your descions to say what you said really made you feel stupid in the moment, instead of talking you ran away from it. You could've told Ellie how you felt but instead you ignored her and made her feel bad about something she should've felt bad about just like you were doing right now. But this time you wouldn't stay silent, you wouldn't wallow in your own pity.

"You didn't lose them, they're right here." You broke the silence. " That person feels pretty damn stupid for what they did and they would like to apoligze if you let them."

Ellie lifted her head, looking at you. This was the first time you started her in the eyes this entire night. Tears were running down her cheeks at this point and she stopped trying to stop them. Her eyes sparkled in the light of the lamp, she waited for you to say something. She had said everything she wanted too, all she wanted to do right now was kiss your soft lips.

"Ellie..." You started, looking down at her lips then back at her eyes. "What I said that night, I didn't mean. I was just upset, i was stupid. I understand if you don't want to talk to me again or you want me to leave, I don't care but I haven't been able to sleep. That's how bad I feel. It wasn't fair to you, I should've talked to you instead of going off on you. you did..."

Before you could finish, ellies lips were on yours. You were shocked for a minute, not quite sure what came your way. You soon relaxed, tasting the mix of beer and weed on her lips. It made you nauseated but you didn't want to stop, her lips were soft and warm. You wanted to stay here forever, in her warm bedroom as you sucked on each other's faces. You would die a happy woman. Her hands were in your hair, pulling you closer to her and yours were on her hips.

The kiss was sloppy, wet and euphoric. This was what you thought about for years as your hands were in your pants or you talked to Jesse about having a life with ellie. The kiss could've gone on forever and you wouldn't care but Ellie pulled away. Her hands stayed in your hair, using her thumb to rub your cheek. you stayed there, staring into each other's eyes as you painted. The kiss took your breath away along with hers.

"I would like to kiss you more but I'm too high for this." She laughed out loud.

She set a small peck on your nose. Her face was still streaked with tears but the tears had finally stopped, she was finally happy. Whatever rumors the town had didn't matter at this moment, the only thing that mattered was you both being back together. You were both present and happy together.

"Well... let's get you cleaned up." You say, pulling away from her to get up.

Ellie pulled you back down, pulling you into her lap. She connected your lips back together, pulling you deeper into the kiss. She just wanted one last kiss before you left her once more. Obviously, this was not the last kiss you guys would have, definitely not that Ellie finally had you.

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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Caught in #4k [5]

I wake up groggy and exhausted. Definitely not prepared for a full work day, that's for sure.

The Faces and I spent the entire night playing together. It was honestly fun aside from the few times Sally and I got into really aggressive arguments. I was worried one of them would turn into a yelling match, but somehow, we were calmed. I blame-- I mean-- thank Ash for that.

Still, it was about two in the morning by the time I realized how late it was. I told my friends good night and ended my stream that amassed a whopping five thousand and something viewers. I thanked them all the best way I could-- which was just through words. For now.

And the best part of ending abruptly is that Sally wasn't given a chance to bitch at me for getting him killed early in the night.

The only issue is that it's eight in the damn morning and I have no energy. But, I do have a clear and optimistic mindset.

Later, Ash is going to help me link my bank account to all of my socials. For Twitch, I need to at this point. With how often I plan on streaming, alongside my growing number of viewers, I'll actually start making some money, which blows my mind.

But, I'm excited. This is the change I've been looking for. It's something good for me and dad. And hey, who knows, maybe I'll be able to go back to school at some point.

I get ready for my day, sighing upon realizing that I've forgotten to get more contacts again. I'll have to do that soon.

A wave of deja vu washes over me as I situate my glasses onto the bridge of my nose, looking over my form in the mirror. The last time I did this, I wasn't involved with Sally and I definitely wasn't streaming. Come to think of it, VioletViolence didn't exist either yet.

The deja vu feels good this time and I can't help but smile at myself as I pull my stupid skirt higher on my waist and get ready to leave for the day.

Maybe I won't have to work this taxing job soon, too. If I could have true, reliable income from streaming and being a bit of an influencer, that would help me out tremendously. Being online could be my only occupation.

Before I step out of my apartment to start my day, my phone starts ringing. There goes that deja vu again.

I bound over to the elevator, trying to fish my phone out of the side pocket on my backpack. But it's stuck, and I can't get it in time to answer the call.

Hissing, I press the button to go down to my apartment complex's lobby then take my backpack off, man-handling the damn phone and yanking it from its fabric clutches. Life being hard on me just because.

I glance over my lit up screen with furrowed brows due to extreme aggravation. It's going to be a long day.

With pinched lips, I click on Ash's missed call and put my phone to my ear, listening to consecutive rings. It doesn't take her too long to pick up though.

"Hey, y/n! Everything okay?" Ash asks, her kind voice chirpy and cheery like she got a full seven hours of sleep. I'm not sure how she manages to not feel aggravated on little sleep because I know she definitely went to bed later than I did.

"Hey, hun," I start, smiling slightly. Her happy voice makes me feel a bit better. "Yea, I'm fine. Just couldn't get to my phone, it was stuck in a pocket. I'm on my way to work. How are you?"

Ash sucks in a breath. "Ouch, sorry. We shouldn't have kept you up so late," she says guiltily.

I walk into the elevator, scooting in beside an older man with a briefcase. I smile at him. He doesn't smile back. So I face forward and raise my eyebrows. "No, don't worry about it," I tell Ash. "I actually really enjoyed myself! Sally's a bit of an ass, but I can overlook it."

"Wow," Ash gasps. "Is this progress I'm seeing? I noticed you guys getting real flirty, but for you to actually be getting used to him? The gates have fallen and all the little monsters are taking my y/n-bug!"

A giggle leaves my lips and I hold my phone with both hands, trying to hide myself from the man behind me but refusing to let some random kill my instant good mood. "Don't get your hopes up. I think the arguments are fun, but Sally genuinely can't stand me. I'm not sure how to fix that, and I don't really want to make him like me at all either. It's fun making him suffer," I say smugly, grinning at the metallic elevator doors.

The doors-- who are absolutely against me in every way for unknown reasons-- open up to a handful of people the minute the expression envelops my face and my grin drops. Way to make myself look like an absolute villainess in front of potential neighbors right?

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and weave through people until I find my way out of the apartment building and into the hot, summer LA air.

The sun is bright, blinding even, and I can already feel a sweat working up, so I keep walking in the direction of the diner and try my best to find some shade.

"Oh well," Ash sighs into the call. "Sally will come around eventually. He's just really hard headed with you-- not sure why. Even just your name-- either one, in fact-- gets him worked up. It's really weird."

I shrug, feeling like an idiot when I remember that she can't see. "Not my problem. He has something against me and I don't know what it is, but I don't really care either." I shield my eyes from the sun, squinting my eyes in the harsh light. "So what's up? Any plans today?"

"Oh, actually, thank you for the reminder!" Ash says, cursing herself lightly. "I called for a reason. I know you said you won't be coming to Vegas. Boringggg." She giggles and the action makes me smile a little more. "But I emailed you the invite a few minutes ago. I wanted to make sure you got it!"

I hum, pulling my phone away from my face to look down at my screen. My eyes are still shielded as I scroll through my recent emails and, sure enough, there's one from Ash. The subject says,, "That party invite-- the one you won't be coming to :("

With a little giggle, I place my phone to my ear again. "Yea, I've got it. I'll check it out a little later, but I'm still not going," I remind her, noting the diner coming into view. "But listen, I'll talk to you again tonight, okay? Are you guys playing again?"

"We sure are!" Ash exclaims excitedly. "We'll be getting on around six in the evening. Can you be there for that time?"

Frowning, I remember that I'm staying until about eight tonight. "I'll be late, but I'll be there," I promise.

Ash squeals. Her cute noises always excite me and fill me with actual joy-- something I don't feel very often nowadays. "Yay! Okay, I'll tell the guys! I'm super excited!"

I huff out a laugh, opening the back door into the diner's kitchen. Nodding toward some of the cooks, I turn into our rest area and put my bag down. "Sounds good. I'm excited too." I glance at my surroundings and realize my shift starts in ten minutes. "I've got to go. I'll see you tonight."

"Barf, but okay! Ich liebe dich. Have a great day!" Ash says, blowing me a kiss then hanging up. Her trademark lately is telling me she loves me in different languages, it's pretty cute.

Most of my day goes by quickly. Well, the first half at least. I couldn't be more thankful for that. But when I'm on break, munching on a burger that the head cook was nice enough to make for me, I spend some time hanging out on Discord.

Ultimately, I come to regret it.

LARBEARAWR: hey vi i have a cewl pic 4 u wana c???

VIOLETVIOLENCE: sure lar :3 send it over!!!

T0DDLES12: Larry and Sally have been off doing something all day. They haven't been home in about four hours.

Ew, so they're together. I hope Larry just sends me a cute kitty picture or something.

ASHYPOO <3: Really? GUYSSSSS what are you doing??? We're literally going to be streaming laterrr. Plus, Larry owes me a ride to that new smoothie shop on the outskirts of nockfell >:(((

T0DDLES12: Sally mentioned something about wanting to practice his guitar at their parents' place down Main Street. Apparently, Lisa and Henry bought some type of studio to open a little meat market but haven't gotten around to it yet. So it's ended up being the perfect place for Larry and Sally to do criminal things.

I reel back in my seat, a bit confused by the information I've been given. I have a mouthful of fries, but I stop chewing as I try to make sense of who exactly Lisa is with.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: wait, who's Lisa and Henry?

I wait with bated breath. Of course, I had to lie about knowing Lisa given the situation I put myself into. But I know Lisa very well, she and I were besties before I moved. She made the most amazing lasagna for me, Larry, Todd, and Ash. She was an awesome second mom.

T0DDLES12: Henry is Sally's father. Lisa is Larry's mother. They're married and it's all thanks to the boys. The guys started out as best friends when Sally first moved to Nockfell, then their parents met and the rest was history.

My eyes are wide. What are the fucking chances that Sally and Larry have ended up being step-brothers? Fuck this is wild. And fuck, this is really not looking up for me. I have to be careful with what I say.

I genuinely hope that Henry is nothing like his son.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: awwweee that's so cute, i'm glad it worked out that way for them :)

It sounds sarcastic and, let's be honest, it kind of is. I'm hardcore freaked out.

A photo comes in from Larry but it takes a second or two to load in. So, I squint my eyes and bring my phone closer to my face.

When I don't have time to decide that I don't want to see the picture, a blisteringly hot photo finally pops up in front of me and I suddenly find myself choking on my fries. A few bits of gross, chewed up potato fly onto the floor at my feet as I rush to cover my mouth with a hand. My phone gets slammed onto the table in front of me as I try to catch my breath.

Every inch of my body is on fire and I feel like I'm being seared from the inside out. My brain is overwhelmed and fighting to hold onto my sanity. And my sanity? My rational, working order that keeps me in check? It's running for the hills-- sprinting over to my phone just so it can lick my screen. I struggle to grip onto the last bits of me that actually make sense.

And, by the way, fuck Larry. Because I lose my grasp on my good-natured superego. My scary ego takes the reins, commanding my hands to bring my phone up to my face again.

Sigmund Freud would have fucking loved me.

With shaky hands and wide eyes, I rake my eyes over the photo that Larry sent. Hell, I even zoom in on it.

In the photo is a shirtless Sally Face. He's dripping in sweat, his hair messy and sticking to his prosthetic, and his guitar is securely hanging onto the front of his body.

His hands are holding onto the body and neck of his bright red, fiery guitar and I'm not quite sure where to look first.

His skin, as pale as the moon on a dim night, glistens with sweat from putting his entire heart into playing the instrument, I'll bet. His arms aren't too muscular, but they're veiny and there's definitely some muscle mass there. Has to be a result of constant working hands. My eyes trail up the various veins in his arms and then over the wide variety of tattoos.

Sally's sleeve is completely free for me to view right now-- and it doesn't just stop at his elbow. The tattoo I saw on his arm-- the one I got to touch-- goes all the way up to his shoulder and I can feel my mouth watering over the attractive, geometric designs.

His other arm doesn't have quite as many tattoos, but he does have a vine of some kind of flower wrapping around his skin. It's not a big tattoo that covers every inch of him, in fact, it's rather small, but it is long. It starts at his wrist and trails along and around his arm, all the way up to his shoulder.

There's a tattoo on his collarbone, but I can't quite make out what it is. Regardless, it's nice to look at and my brain has gone fuzzy.

I can see his shattered dagger tattoo exceptionally well with his head looking down at his finger placement. His neck is reddened just a bit with little pieces of his shoulder length, cerulean hair stuck to his skin in some places.

Fuck, I hate that he's hot and I was doing just fine with ignoring my dull attraction to him until this. The thought of seeing his face covered in sweat and stuck in a focused expression would probably make me lose whatever brain cells I have left.

I cross my legs and clear my throat, slapping my cheeks after a moment. I look up and away from the photo, trying to clear my mind in an attempt to quell my raging emotions. And somehow, I still find myself looking down at the photo again.

Sally's wearing black ripped jeans that hug his thighs in all the right places. Now that I'm looking closer too, I can see little scars littering his pale, glistening neck. And fuck, he has the most beautiful torso I think I've ever seen in my life.

And what is that?

I narrow my eyes and zoom in closer.

My stomach practically drops out of my ass upon realizing that the edge of a tattoo is peeking out of the waistband of his jeans. I'm not sure where it is exactly, but it's probably on his thigh and I'd give anything to lay my eyes on the full thing one day.

My heart is beating wildly and I feel like I can't breathe. If I take a breath, I think I may burst and I'm not sure in what way. There are too many aggressors in just one photo. My head is overloaded and I almost throw caution to the wind, say fuck it, and ask Sally to fucking fly back to LA.

Come to think of it, where's that text to Lexi?

I hiss at the photo and click out of it, finally taking a deep breath and realizing I've broke out into a nervous sweat. My thighs are glued together and I'm afraid to move-- afraid to even think because my head is impure and I haven't gotten fucked in far too long.

Damn.

I lick my dry lips and blink at the Discord chat.

LARBEARAWR: vi if u zoom in on the red thing u can c my name on the bottom LARBEARAWR: vi do u c it LARBEARAWR: viiiiiiiii r u bein like sally LARBEARAWR: ok i'll leave u 2 masturbate in peace

T0DDLES12: Larry, I'm too gay for that picture. Please delete it. Neil and I are trying to find your location and it's not for innocent reasons.

ASHYPOO <3: No wonder Sally's pulling all the bitches... HE NEVER LEAVES ANY HOTTIES FOR THE REST OF US AND THIS IS WHY fuck >:(

T0DDLES12: That must be frustrating for you and Larry. Though, Sally would be the only bitch I need. T0DDLES12: Also, Vi, I am not cheating on my boyfriend. I casually flirt with my friends and Neil finds it hilarious. I don't actually want to have sex with any of my friends, or anyone else for that matter.

ASHYPOO <3: Todd's lying. He's actually a little whore for hot people. Don't let him lie to you XD

T0DDLES12: No need to call me out, Ashley.

LARBEARAWR: shut up vi is trying 2 get off LARBEARAWR: gosh u guys have no respect 4 others needs

ASHYPOO <3: True that. Sorry, Vi. We'll leave you to let out some sexy steam~ :3

Fuck, how did I manage to put myself into this ridiculous position. The worst part is that they aren't far off from the truth. Sal is hot as fuck and it pains me to admit it.

This ground is officially dangerous, tainted with bombs that'll go off the minute I make one wrong move. Sally and I cannot meet again. If I see him without a shirt in person, his pants are coming off too.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: sorry guys i'm at work and just getting to my break! sally has a badass guitar. and yes, i see your signature larry lmfao

I didn't even look for Larry's name on the damn guitar. If I click on that photo again, chaos will ensue in my mind and I can't handle that. I still have a few hours left to go in this shift and I'll actually have to talk with Sally tonight. I can't subject myself to that torture while knowing I'll have to converse with him in just a few hours.

LARBEARAWR: lol did u rlly c it LARBEARAWR: r u sure u weren't looking @ sally's lickable shirtless bod 2 hard

VIOLETVIOLENCE: yes lar, i'm sure lol. i see it, it's there!

LARBEARAWR: lol... that's wild... cause my name isn't on it... LARBEARAWR: sally wood off me if i ever touched his guitar :P LARBEARAWR: caught u in #4k hehe

I want to scream and cry and roll around on the floor because, yea, Larry caught me in the most obvious fucking lie ever. I think when I see him again, I'm going to punch him. I don't think I'll feel better until I do.

My eyes squeeze shut and I throw a hand over my mouth again, letting my phone drop to the table a second time. This man is evil. Both men are evil. Larry is smarter than he lets on and Sally is just too damn fuckable. I should have never started streaming.

What do I do. What do I do? I can't let this marinate, I have to fix it.

My lungs are wedged into my throat and my legs are bouncing up and down in a panic. I feel like I'm going to fucking throw up.

I got caught slacking in one of the worst moments of weakness I've ever shown in my life.

In a last ditch effort to restore some faith in myself, I download the photo of Sal and do my best to ignore how badly I want to drool over it.

Zooming in all the way into the bottom right of the guitar, I screenshot and then delete the full photo so I don't have to listen to my insides scream upon seeing his naked upper half again. Fuck, this is aggravating.

Deny until you die, right?

I edit Larry's name onto the screenshot of the guitar then quickly send it in the chat.

The group is silent for a second, and I know that photo is obviously edited, but maybe it'll take a little bit of heat off of me. I chew on my bottom lip, cheeks heating up again as I think abut how to lose every connection to the name VioletViolence. I can start over again. Under a fourth name.

Hell, maybe I have a problem...

All my names are a result of me running away from my unavoidable problems. I'm starting to see a pattern.

My phone pings and I focus in on it again, sucking in a quick breath.

SALLYFʌCɛ: awww, what a cute attempt to save yourself. don't wear yourself out too much. and clean up whatever mess you make along the way.

I'm fucked for life.

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A/N:::::: my good friend drew this photo of Sally for Motherf*cker and he came out so awesome🫶🫶 if you wanna show some love, they’re @ MadamMilky on Wattpad!!!

#sally face #future smut #sal fisher #sally face fanfiction #sally face fandom #ash campbell #enemies to lovers #larry johnson #todd morrison #travis phelps

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Greta Van Fleet going on Americas Got Talent for the heck of it that’d be so fun

ADDISON HELLO IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE YOU SENT THIS IN I'M SO SORRY BUT TA DA I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!!

The Greta Van Fleetles

Words: 3.2k words

Warnings: drinking, language, sexual innuendos, just overall buffoonery

Notes: Thank you @jmkho for recommending a little Beatles crossover, mixing my two favorite bands was a blast to write :)

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“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Jake asked from the backstage area of the Nashville arena, nervously playing with his dress shirt and fake beard.

“Because it’s funny as hell,” Sam replied with a shrug. Beside him, Danny was struggling to tame his curly mane into a wig cap, wrestling with it on top of his head. Sam took a break from buttoning up his black fur coat and put his hands out to stop Danny. “You’re gonna rip your head off, let me help you.”

Jake stared onwards at his younger brother, who was using both his hands to force the cap from the back of Danny’s head to his forehead. Danny’s eyes were squeezed shut in pain, but he didn’t utter a single sound.

“I think this is an interesting direction for us,” Josh admitted. Jake turned back to study his twin and smirked at his long, dirty blonde wig, shaved face, and large round glasses.

“The resemblance is uncanny,” Jake joked. Josh toyed with a few strands of the fake hair and gave Josh a goofy grin. “I have to get into the Liverpudlian mindset.”

“What’s the plan anyways?” Jake turned back to Sam, since the whole thing had been his idea in the first place. Sam finally secured Danny’s wig cap with a loud snap, making Danny wince, and turned to Jake with triumph still etched across his face.

“We go out there, get a few laughs, play ‘Dig a Pony,’ and call it a day.”

“Why ‘Dig a Pony?’” Josh raised an eyebrow.

Sam thought hard. “It’s a fun song.”

Jake turned to Josh and studied him. “Do you even know the lyrics?”

“John Lennon didn’t know them when he performed it on the rooftop,” Josh said back. “He had a poor PA hold up the lyrics like a human music stand.”

“It’s a great marketing strategy,” Sam continued to talk at his bandmates. “I mean, we’ve got a new album out, this will get people talking and then they'll look into our stuff. If anything, I think it’s a genius plan.”

“You would,” Jake had to laugh at his younger brother’s ego. “I think there’s a reason why most successful bands don’t go out on the America’s Got Talent stage dressed as a Beatles cover band.”

“That’s because they don’t think outside the box,” Sam pointed out.

“I think you just want to do this to prove to people that you look like George Harrison,” Danny shared his thoughts. Jake smirked at the shaggy mop of a wig that Danny had placed on his head. It didn’t quite suit him, but it also didn’t look horrible.

“Would that be a crime?” Sam crossed his arms. With the bright green pants, furry black coat, and Fender strapped to him, he really did resemble the late Beatles lead guitarist. In comparison to Sam, Jake hardly looked like Paul McCartney. With Josh’s help, he had managed to slip on his own shaggy, chocolate brown wig earlier and had a big, bushy beard that entirely covered his lips. His dark three piece suit and Hofner violin bass hanging over his shoulder were really the only indicators that he was supposed to be Paul McCartney. Jake was frustrated that Sam had managed to convince him to take over on the bass for their performance because he hated being away from his guitar, but he tried to suck it up. It was for a silly American reality show. Sure, their performance would air on television, but it wasn’t like the stakes were entirely that high.

“It really is an elaborate plan, Sam,” Josh had to muse. “Most people are already in agreement that you’re the reincarnation of George Harrison.”

“I think Sam’s up to something else,” Danny thought aloud while trying to straighten his wig. “I bet it’s a way to dodge the Led Zeppelin comparisons. It’ll help if you sing more like John Lennon than Robert Plant.”

“You know I don’t sing like Robert Plant on purpose, right?” Josh shook his head back at Danny in disbelief. “But I can do a mean John Lennon accent,” he added, pitching his voice to be more nasally, British, and full.

“Good, keep in character,” Sam gave Josh a thumbs up. “That’ll make this bit even funnier.”

“Ay,” Josh continued to speak like John Lennon. “Swap out the ‘S’ for an ‘N’ in my name, I’ll only answer to the name John now.”

“You spell your name J-O-N-H?” Danny cocked his head to the side.

“Aw fuck,” Josh smacked himself in the forehead, breaking character. “My damn dyslexia. I really thought I had done something there.”

Danny chuckled at Josh’s mistake, and pulled on the plastic red coat that he and Sam had thrifted earlier that day. He grabbed two drumsticks from the table next to him and spun them around a few times, looking around at his bandmates.

“Do I make a good Ringo?” he asked with his eyebrow raised.

“You will in a second,” Sam replied.

“Oh?” Danny asked. Sam searched around in his tote bag and retrieved a fake mustache, which he carried to Danny and pressed on his upper lip.

“I hereby declare thee, Richard Starkey,” Sam announced.

“I’d like to be, under the sea, in an Octopus’s Garden,” Danny started to jokingly sing, which Sam met with a loud laugh.

“Are you guys ready to go?” Terry Crews joined their circle, wrapping his arms around Jake and Josh’s shoulders. “You all look great.”

“Ready, we are,” Josh nodded. “Time to make some bleedin’ history.”

Terry Crews motioned for them to take the stage and, with their heads held high, the four strutted to center stage, met by a loud applause from the audience. Sam’s smile was wide as he centered himself in front of the microphone and looked down at Simon Cowell, Heidi Klum, Howie Mandel, and Sofia Vergara.

“You look familiar,” Howie called up to them with a twinkle in his eye. “Did you stumble across a time machine or something?”

“What year is it?” Danny leaned forward to joke into the microphone, sporting a pretty impressive Ringo impression.

“2023,” Sofia replied with a chuckle.

“Well lads,” Jake stepped forward to look around at his band members, “it looks like we accidentally just took the trip of a lifetime.”

“That’s what happens when ye get by with a ‘lil help from yer friends,” Josh added.

“What are you going to be performing tonight?” Simon asked, seemingly unamused by their comedy routine. Sam took the hint and found his place back in front of the microphone, clearing his throat.

“We’ll be doing, uh, ‘Dig a Pony,’ off the Let It Be album,” he declared.

“Go on then,” Simon nodded.

“He is mean,” Danny whispered to Sam as they moved away from center stage.

“We are The Greta Van Fleetles,” Josh spoke into his microphone, pausing for a brief second to flash a cheeky wink back at Sam, Danny, and Jake. “One, two, three, four!” He counted the group in.

Sam chose “Dig A Pony” as their song, not only because it was easily one of The Beatles’ more bizarre songs, but also because the bass and guitar parts were essentially the same. He had been insistent that he play guitar so he could entirely assume the role of George Harrison, which Jake hadn’t been thrilled about, but they both knew that they could manage to trade instruments.

As they started the song, Sam felt like they were doing a pretty good job, playing in time with Danny’s enthusiastic beat, syncing up each note perfectly.

“I-hi-hi, hi-hi, dig a pony,” Josh sang in a lower register once the song slowed down to the first verse. “But you can celebrate anything you want, yes, you can celebrate anything you want.”

Jake, still playing Paul’s bass part, hurried across the stage to join Josh at his microphone and sing a higher harmony, which made Sam nearly laugh out loud.

“I-hi-hi, hi-hi, do a road hog?” Jake and Josh both sang with their eyebrows furrowed, obviously not remembering the lyrics.

“But you can penetrate any place you want,” Josh belted out, without realizing what he was singing, causing Jake to burst out into a cacophony of wheezes and giggles, most of which the microphone picked up.

“Yes, you can penetrate any place you want,” Jake harmonized with Josh once more, in between gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

Down at the judge’s table, Simon hit the red buzzer.

“Aw, c’mon!” Sam couldn’t help but yell down at him. He really wasn’t good at handling criticism. Simon shrugged back at him, as if saying, it’s not my fault you guys stink. Sam tried to not let it get to him, but he missed a few notes as they built up to the chorus.

“ALL I WANT IS YEW!” Josh and Jake both hollered into the microphone, starting to sound a bit pitchy. “ANYTHING HAS GOT TO DO ME LIKE YOU WANNA DO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OOH, BECAUUUSE.”

“Those aren’t the lyrics,” Danny groaned from his drumstand. “You guys are fucking it up.”

This only made Jake laugh harder, and to Sam and Danny’s dismay, they watched as he turned his back to the audience and took a break from playing his bass to wipe the fat tears away from his eyes. Sofia and Heidi both slammed their fists down on the red buzzer, and Sam threw his head back to groan in despair.

The negative reception from the judges only made Jake cackle harder and, with his goofy mood unlocked, he made his way back to Josh and the microphone stand and did a loud “Whoooo!” into the microphone while bashing his head around, to the point where his wig flung off and flew across the stage.

“Wrong era of Beatles!” Sam scolded Jake for his buffoonery. Josh pulled the microphone off its stand and twirled the cord around a few times as he danced over to Jake’s wig, which was sitting in a dark brown pile on the edge of the stage. Josh balanced on one leg and reached down to grab the wig, securing it on top of his own wig and gave Howie a wink, which he returned.

“I-hi-hi, hi-hi, rode a pony,” Josh returned back to butchering the lyrics.

“Give me the mic, I’ll sing it right,” Danny shouted down at him. Josh was incredibly tickled by how easily offended Danny got by Beatles slander.

“Well, you can imitate everyone you know,” Josh crooned, lowering his fake glasses down onto the bridge of his nose and wiggling his eyebrows a few times for the cameras. “Yes, you can imitate everyone you know,” he sang a second time in a falsetto wail. Jake’s laughter was picked up again by the mics when the crowd started to cheer Josh on.

“ALL I WANT IS YEW!” Josh hollered as he filled with confidence. “HEEBA DEEBA BOOBIE DOOBIE SCOOBIE DOOBIE DO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OOH.”

Behind him, Danny grumbled something and Sam missed his cue to break into his guitar solo. He loudly cursed at his error and then struggled to get the timing right, making a collection of squeaks with heavy feedback. In his moment of panic, he accidentally started to play a terrible rendition of the “Stairway to Heaven” solo.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jake howled in delight at his brother’s mistake. “No Stairway!”

“I didn’t realize you knew how to play Stairway,” Josh accidentally spoke into the mic.

“I don’t,” Sam’s face was red with embarrassment. He dropped his hands down to his side in defeat, leaving only Danny to carry the tune, and Howie slammed his fist down on the red buzzer, officially eliminating them.

“I’d like to say thank you on behalf of our group, and I hope we’ve passed the audition,” Josh spoke over the boos from the crowd.

“Well, you didn’t,” Simon stared the band down. Jake pulled his wig cap off and shook his short hair out before giving Simon a fake pout.

“Ah, fooey,” he mumbled.

“I was holding out hope for you guys,” Howie said, “You almost pulled it off.”

“How do you feel about second chances?” Josh attempted to flash another grin in Howie’s direction. Howie studied the faces of his fellow judges to see how they were feeling, and then turned back to Josh with a shrug.

“Why not?” he guessed.

Josh took his cue to rip off his own wig and glasses, which he flung off stage, hitting Terry Crews in the face, and clapped his hands together.

“My name is Josh Kiszka,” he shouted with all of his might. “And I give you,” he broke for a dramatic pause, “Magic.”

“Oh lord,” Danny shook his head in disbelief from off to the side. “Not on live television.”

Josh planted his feet firmly on the stage and took a low stance.

“What you’re about to witness is not for the faint of heart,” Josh announced. “I’m going to show you the magical prowess of an enchanter.”

He had the audience, judges, Jake, and Sam in the palm of his hand as he sucked in a deep breath and then exhaled. Slowly, he lifted his hands up, stretched them behind his head, and moved them back upwards to be visible once more. The audience watched as Josh’s index fingers and thumbs looped together in a connected chain. He held his interlocked fingers out in front of him for everyone to see and then, slowly once more, moved them back behind his head.

“When I do the reveal, all I ask is that you remain calm,” he declared. The entire stadium was still in anticipation. “ALAKAZAM”! Josh screamed, raising his hands back up towards the sky, showing that they were no longer linked together.

“Oh my god,” Danny shook his head.

“What?” Sofia asked from the judge’s table. “What was that?”

“Magic,” Josh answered with a grin.

All four judges pressed down hard on their red buttons.

“I see you’re too close-minded to truly appreciate my powers,” Josh protested.

Jake, who had somehow managed to drink half a bottle of pinot noir while Josh performed his magic trick, stumbled back onto the stage and pointed down at the judges.

“This will be sure to impress you.”

“Terry? Where’s Terry?” Heidi searched around, trying to find their host to remove the hooligans from the stage. On the wing, Terry was sitting on the floor in a daze with a medic who was tending to a nasty gash on his head, earned from Josh’s glasses hitting him earlier.

Jake spun around in a staggering circle, waving his fists over his head, and then attempted to jump down into the splits. Everyone winced at the sound of his pants ripping down the middle and his knees cracking with a loud pop.

“I guess I can’t do that move anymore,” he squeaked out in pain and toppled over onto his side. Sam stepped over him and tore off his oversized coat, revealing his bare chest.

“Can you please get them off the stage?” Simon shouted at the security guards, who were apparently non-existent.

“You want talent? I’ll show you talent,” Sam stated with the utmost intensity, still butthurt that they hadn’t gotten the golden buzzer for their Beatles cover. The judges gaped at him as he slapped his hand under his armpit and started to swing his other arm up and down, pooting out a string of farting noises.

“Go Sam, go!” Josh cheered his younger brother on. Sam maintained direct eye contact with Simon as he let out an impressive line of 16th notes with his armpit, and then broke into a tune that slightly resembled the “Can-Can.”

While Sam played away, Jake attempted to rebound from his devastating dance injury and started to spin circles on the floor, holding his weight up on his shoulder while his legs pushed him around. Josh revisited his magic trick, shouting at the audience that he bet they couldn’t guess how he was pulling it off. To the crowd, it was challenging to watch the three brothers at once, since so much was going on. Danny stood back by his drum kit and stared at Sam, Jake, and Josh with a frown. He had never considered going on America’s Got Talent, but he was curious if he had enough raw talent to be voted onto the show.

He stepped down from his drum stand, removed his wig and mustache, and pulled off his red coat, revealing a black button up shirt and dress pants. After tucking his drumsticks into his back pocket, he reached down to retrieve the Fender Sam had left unattended on the ground. The feedback buzzed at his touch, and he placed the strap over his head with a soft grunt. While Jake, Josh, and Sam continued their clowning, he stepped up to Sam’s microphone and strummed a quick chord.

“Day after day, alone on a hill,” Danny started to sing while playing along on the guitar. “The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.”

The chaos at center stage started to wind down as Danny’s warm vocals washed over the audience. Jake’s spinning slowed to a halt and he laid on his side to watch his friend sing his heart out. Josh had his hands flopped to his side and he gaped at Danny. Sam tried to play along with him using his armpit.

“But nobody wants to know him, they can see that he’s just a fool, and he never gives an answer,” Danny’s voice grew with more confidence. “But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.”

Josh snapped back to life and started to whistle along to the flute part while Danny hummed. He sang a few runs, just to show off a bit, and then played the final note. Almost immediately he was met by a thunderous applause.

“Who knew Ringo could sing?” Howie joked.

“Why didn’t you start with that?” Sofia added. “That was incredible!”

Simon stared down at the line of judges and arched an eyebrow.

“I say we go for him, what are your votes?”

“Yes for me, absolutely,” Sofia nodded.

“Definitely,” Howie agreed.

“Yup,” Heidi smiled.

“And that’s a yes for me,” Simon stated as he wrote something down on his notepad. “Congratulations, Ringo.”

The crowd’s cheers were deafening.

“We made it?” Josh perked up.

“No, only Danny,” Jake leaned into his side.

“Huh?” Josh didn’t seem like he could process what had happened.

“Oh god, he’s gonna go solo,” Sam tugged on his face in despair.

“I’m going to decline that offer,” Danny spoke into the microphone with a playful grin. “I was just curious if you would take the bait.”

“Oh,” Heidi breathed out in shock.

“I have a new record to promote with my band, Greta Van Fleet,” Danny explained as he motioned back at his bandmates. Taking the opportunity, Danny turned towards the camera and pointed at it. “Starcatcher: July 21st, 2023.”

“Now that’s what I call marketing!” Sam perked back up to exclaim. The three brothers rushed to Danny’s side and embraced him in a bear hug.

“Thanks for not leaving the band,” Josh whispered to Danny.

“There’d have to be a lot more tension in the band for me to pull a Ringo and leave,” Danny replied.

“Please get off the stage,” Terry Crews spoke to them, holding an ice pack up to his bandaged head. “I think you’ve done enough.”

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #josh kiskza #danny wagner #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfic #greta van fleet fic #gvf fanfiction #gvf fanfic #gvf fic #america's got talent #the beatles #the greta van fleetles lol #is this the most ambitious crossover? maybe #also this is a pretty genius marketing tactic tbh #greta van fleet take notes pls

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