#NOW DANCE FUCKER DANCE MAN I NEVER HAD A CHANCE
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ppl who werent changed forever by youre gonna go far kid by the offspring when they were like 11 and insanely impressionable you just cant understand me
#SLOWLY OUT OF LINE AND DRIFTING CLOSER IN YOUR SIGHTS#SO PLAY IT OUT IM WIDE AWAKE ITS A SCENE ABOUT ME#THERES SOMETHING IN YOUR WAY AND NOW SOMEONE IS GONNA PAY#AND IF YOU CANT GET WHAT YOU WANT WELL ITS ALL BECAUSE OF ME#NOW DANCE FUCKER DANCE MAN I NEVER HAD A CHANCE#AND NO ONE EVEN KNEW IT WAS REALLY ONLY YOU#AND NOW YOULL LEAD THE WAY#SHOW THE LIGHT OF DAY#NICE WORK YOU DID#YOURE GONNA GO FAR KID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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do you? do you like it stan?
#south park#stolkien#NOW DANCE FUCKER DANCE MAN HE NEVER HAD A CHANCE#< yeah he didn't#feel like i've made this exact same post before the last time i watched this ep but still lmao#i love tolkien's lil dance move he does lol what a born entertainer#Spotify
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NICE WORK YOU DID
YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR KID
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Prompt: Months after the Los Illuminados fiasco, Luis knocks at your door.
Couple: Luis Serra/Reader
Luis should've lived, dammit. Boy deserved better.
-Ren
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The last thing you expect at 7 in the afternoon is a knock at your door.
A knock you almost miss as your music dances in the air, your kitchen a bit of a mess as the pot on the stove simmers. Snapping up a towel to wipe the errant bits of ingredients off your wet fingers, you check the time with irritation.
No one is expected to come over tonight, and you are on vacation. Not that your employers super care about your rest and relaxation time, granted, but that never stops you from bitching about it all the same.
Choice words tickling your tongue, you set your jaw and make for the front door. Throwing it open, the insults are already flying from your mouth before you even bother to register who's on the other side. "I have one more week you fuckers, I swear I'll--"
You nearly forget to breathe as your brain finally recognizes the man on the other side.
Hands up in a placating gesture, face a mixture of surprise and concern, his brown eyes dart around as if looking for an escape. "I, uh. Is this a bad time?"
Your swallow sticks in your throat, eyes burning as your gaze drinks in his face. The familiar half smile, the scruff along his jaw, the hair tickling the sides of his eyes.
So familiar.
The sound that escapes your throat as you try to speak cracks like lightning between you. He shifts, eyes softening as you try again. "Luis."
"That's me."
Inhaling, you whisper, "I thought you were dead."
Hooking his thumbs in his jean pockets, he gives a small shrug. "Ada told me you threatened to shoot her if she didn't help me. I guess she took you seriously."
Pressing your quivering lips together, you don't bother to fight the tears now tracking down your cheeks.
Cupping a cheek and dragging a thumb to catch a tear, Luis gives a small, gentle smile. "Thank you."
The laugh you try to exhale comes out as a sob, and you finally throw your arms around him, burrowing your face in the crook of his neck. His arms press you close, his chin resting on the crown of your head as you break down.
You hadn't allowed yourself to hope all these months, that this man who so deserved another chance had survived his wounds, had gotten away from that damned place. That even if he had, you were part of a past he needed to escape from to start a new life, casual flirting and glances aside.
Because that's all it had been. Casual, something to help push away the terror.
But he'd come back. Had somehow found you. The risk he must be putting himself in...
Inhaling deeply, a small part of your brain trying to figure out what's in his cologne, you ease back, allowing a hand to rest on his shoulder as you wipe at your face.
His own hands resting gently, feather light, on your hips, he watches you piece yourself back together. Shining eyes meet his and he wants for nothing more than to kiss you, all his self restraint going to just tilting his lips up instead, dredging up any hint of teasing to break the heaviness. "A beautiful lady crying over me? Every man's dream, no?"
You sniff, a frown morphing your features. "Shut up. I didn't even know if you were alive." Wiping your eyes again, you say, "If you're hungry, dinner's almost ready."
The intensity, the fragility, in your eyes tells him it's more than a casual invitation. His response will mean something, open an avenue to create something.
He doesn't hesitate. It's what he came here for, after all. "I'd love to join you. I'm sure you're an excellent cook."
Snorting, you step out of his touch, waving him inside. "Take your shoes off. I'll grab you a bowl."
He catches your arm before you step away, your curious gaze catching his as he says once more, voice heavy with emotion he can't possibly start to describe, "Thank you."
For saving his life. For seeing some good in him. For trusting him. For giving him a chance.
You read all that and more as you smile, eyes going glossy once more.
#resident evil#luis serra#resident evil 4#re4#luis serra/reader#luis serra x reader#x reader#reader insert
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🧺 — Laundry And Taxes
chapter 4. // (masterlist)
Toby’s eyes fluttered open, the chill of September being rivaled by the early morning sun hugging his skin. He squinted up at a large figure standing over him, before the figure spoke.
“Thought I’d find you here.”
A deep, irritated sigh escaped the boy's cold lips. He had fallen asleep sitting against a tree in that forest. There was little undergrowth surrounding him, only moss and wild bushes here and there. The smell of cool open air, and soft intoxicating sunlight, winded between him and the standing man. Bright rays shone from behind the figure's shadow.
“What do you want Tim,” Toby groaned. The drill of a woodpecker harmonized warmly. It was then that Toby’s tired eyes noticed Tim was holding two fishing rods, and a container of bait.
The man stood resilient over the angry boy.
“Come on kid, we’re going fishing.”
The pair sat on the edge of the old creaky fishing dock. Green-blue waters stood still, while the shadow of sea life under the surface danced. In the old world, they had been here on many occasions, to fish for something to eat.
Tim sat silently, diverting all of his attention towards placing the worm bait securely onto the hook. As Tim was preparing the line on their rods, Toby stared out at the vast lake beyond them. The morning clouds blanketed the sky, the blue heavens embracing the nurturing sun. It reflected off of the sparkling water, like a gleaming portal. Woods of the countryside rustled with the peaceful gaze of wind, it breezed past him and through his hair. His dark, desensitized eyes stared out at the magnificence, and Toby felt nothing but dread. Impatient and aggravated, he tapped his foot while waiting for the man to finish his task.
Tim brought himself to his feet and handed a baited rod to the boy, teaching him how to reel it back and toss the hook into the water. As Toby whipped the line back, and let it splash into the water, he hollered out in triumph.
“My old man never taught me how to fish, yknow,” Toby confessed as he stared out at the swimming fish underneath the surface of water, hoping to himself they’d catch.
“It’s good to know. For survival,” Tim noted, tapping his finger on the rod, eyeing the carps snapping at the bait. The two soldiers sat, and laughed to themselves, as they failed to catch anything significant. Horrible luck had passed over them that morning, and still they laughed, and still they reeled back their rods and tried again. Toby pulled in his line, feeling a heavy tug, excited for his big catch. As his reward flopped down onto the dock, Tim burst out in a laugh, as he noticed the boy had reeled in a boot.
“What a fucking cliche” Toby muttered to himself in irritation, glaring down at his treasure.
“If we do end up, by some god-given miracle, catching one of these fuckers,” Tim spoke out, “Let’s toss it back in.”
Toby paused for a moment and glanced over at the man with surprise. He grimaced at the suggestion that all their efforts would be tossed away like trash.
“It’s a new world, Toby. A second chance to do better. So instead of killing the little guys, why don’t we let them go this time. It’s what normal people would do.”
A harsh chuckle escaped Toby’s mouth as his colleagues' lecture went in one ear and out the other.
“Normal people, huh? I’m not built for that. We’re proxies, always will be.”
Tim stared down at the boy, shaking his head at the boy's impenetrable ways.
“If that's what you think, fine.”
“You think I’m wrong? Weapons are all we are.” The boy's voice began to grow louder, angrier. He hated nothing more than to be brushed off. To be treated like a naive child who knew no better.
“You threw away your humanity for a battle you didn’t understand, I get that, trust me I do. And now that the war is over, you don’t know what to do with yourself.”
“So what?”
“So, you never learned how to stop fighting Toby. And maybe you never will until it kills you.”
Toby huffed as he once again ignored the words of the man sitting on that dock next to him. He knew what he was, he knew what he had done.
“Yeah, what about it? I’ll let it kill me then, maybe that's just what it takes.”
“You know, I used to think I could take on the weight of the world by myself too. After everything, it took a lot out of me to even be around other people.” Tim gripped the fishing rod tightly in his hands. “But I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the people in my life. And I got a feeling you’ll know what I’m talking about in a couple of years.”
There were no more words exchanged between the two, and the initial excitement seemed to have fizzled out. Tim sniffled as he quietly looked down into the water. Toby took in the warm rays beaming down on them. The call of a Northern Cardinal rolled past them, and the trees softly swayed in the distance alongside the dancing meadows surrounding the two.
“I caught something-”
“What?”
“I caught something!”
The sun shone in their eyes as Tim pulled the rod in, grasping the hooked fish with his hand, gently holding it as it squirmed. He carefully pulled the hook out of its mouth and handed it over to Toby.
“Go on, throw it back in.”
The boy stood in place, holding tightly onto the fish. He knew he should’ve thrown it back into the water, but his hands couldn’t help but squeeze the life out of it, and his violent eyes couldn’t help but watch.
“Toby, throw the damn fish back into the water.”
Toby trembled as he dug his nails into the carp, and watched closely to how it squirmed, begging for mercy. He squeezed his fists as tight as he could, until it stopped moving, and then released. The two watched as the fish flopped a couple of times pathetically on the dock, before finally succumbing to its death.
“Jesus Christ. You fucking mutt of a kid.”
“Don’t call me a fucking mutt.”
“You’re too damn obedient to be anything but a fuckin’ mutt! You’re like a perfectly trained guard dog, biting whatever you’re told to. How's losing that leash treating you, huh?”
Toby fought back, raising his voice to match the others furious tone.
“Maybe losing the leash is all great for you, but I don't have anything fucking left but memories and blood on my hands. That's all I am, man, so what?”
“Toby, listen-”
“No! You fucking listen! I don’t need you telling me what to do. I don’t need you telling me who I am. And I don’t need you to try and fucking pull me from the edge! I’m never going to change, and I’m never going to be like you. If I’m going to die like a dog trying to get back home, so be it. I don't need this shit.”
Toby caught his breath before storming off down the dock and back into the forest, not once looking back at Tim as he left. His body was burning with rage, and a hint of desperation. It bubbled up inside of him as he paced around through the woods, the tall trees looming over him. The cracks and crevices in the bark looked like eyes to him, and he had a sinking feeling he was being watched by the earth around him. Toby’s chest tightening, and his gut felt like a fish mouth hooked on something sharp.
His body spun around to the sound of a snapping twig, his heart beating fast, only to see a deer in the distance, staring curiously at him through the trees and tall grass.
“The fuck are you looking at?” Toby shouted out, causing the animal to run off.
Every sound, every slightest movement, caused the boy to clench his fists, and grit his teeth. Every bird chirps, insects buzzing past, the sway of branches. It all alerted Toby’s wreckage of a mind of unseen dangers, and prepared him to fight. His chest pounded like a rapid drum as his head darted around quickly, stealing glances at the trees surrounding him. The woods strangled him, suffocated him. He felt sick and dizzy, as if he was losing his mind. He thought back to all the nosebleeds in the old world, the brutal coughing, waking up in places with no recollection of what had happened. There was no static drilling holes in his mind, and yet he felt horribly sick, it weakened him.
Then, it occurred to him. If he was experiencing the sickness, then something must be causing it. It meant he was still plagued with the presence of the entity, The Slenderman. The sickness got worse in that forest, as it did back where he was from. Toby quickened his pace, racing to get out of the heavy atmosphere. He nearly collapsed as he got to the edge, desperately attempting to catch up to his breath which had run from him. It was now early evening, and he needed to get back to his motel.
As twilight dawned on the darkened room the boy laid in, Toby slowly dazed off into a deep sleep, putting a firm end to his exhausting day. That night, he tossed and turned in his slumber, as he dreamt of all things awful. Toby stood over the decapitated corpse of a deer, its legs twitching and body convulsing, as if it were gasping for air. He held his hatchet in his hands, huffing heavily, spit drooling from the gash in his cheek. His hands were bloody, his sneakers were ripped and covered in mud, there was graveyard dirt under his chewed nails. Toby’s eyes fixed into a trained glare, staring down at the carcass, watching it as it began to spurt out blood. The blood burst out at such intense rates it began to flood the tiny undetermined room the boy stood in, he began to step back, but noticed his legs had turned into a fish tail. He collapsed to the ground, flopping around mercilessly in the blood which drowned him like he was lost in sea. Toby yelled out, but his chest burned, and nothing but smoke escaped his mouth. He was consumed with fear, trying desperately to claw at anything to save him, but nothing was there.
Jolting awake in a cold sweat, Toby gripped his chest, sitting up. He breathed heavily as he shook the nightmare off. His eyes locked in at a hooded figure sitting across the room, watching him.
“What do you want?” Toby muttered angrily.
The figure, who Toby knew as Brian Thomas, stared at him through the red frowny face stitched into a black pull-over mask. Without a word, he stood up and walked out of the room. Toby groaned out in annoyance and turned around, trying to go back to sleep.
The next few days, Toby spent his time obsessively making notes of any signs The Slenderman existed in the world he now lived in. He found himself one evening walking around the abandoned hospital which resided in Rosswood Park, a place he knew to be heavily infected by the entity. He shuffled down the rotting hallways, peering into the empty rooms. It was all so familiar to him, far too familiar. Back in the old world, he would sometimes chase his victims into the building, or hide bodies there until he had a place to properly dispose of them. Sometimes he would find himself on the floor of the hospital, blood on his hands, without knowing whose it was. As he thought back to his past, walking through the winding hallways, he remembered the smell of decaying bodies, the screams, the taste of blood. And in a moment, he felt a wave of nausea he hadn’t experienced in some time wash over him, as if he was being baptized with his own history.
Toby felt his chest tighten, and the sickness consumed him once again. A part of him was fearful, alert, another part was smug, because it was further proof that he was right all along. The smugness didn’t last long, as he continued to walk, his knees began to weaken. Toby’s throat dried up, it felt like sandpaper when he swallowed.
“Are you here?” He called out. His voice shook.
There was no reply. Toby inhaled, and exhaled, but couldn’t seem to catch his breath. The world around him seemed to spin faster and faster. He stopped in his tracks, holding a hand over his beating heart which seemed like it was fighting its way out of his chest. Toby gulped and looked around at his surroundings. He was standing in the room he had once fought with Hoodie in, a persona of Brian’s.
Toby could almost feel the cold weight of the metal pole beat against his body again, as he thought back to the memory of being hit down by Hoodie. He had crossed a line, as he typically did, and needed to pay for it, as he typically did. That was one of the many moments Toby thought he was going to die. Just another moment. It didn’t mean much to him.
The more he thought about those things, the more he felt like the world around him was collapsing. A sick desperation, clawing at him from within. Toby felt as if he was standing in a morgue, and with the history of that place, he might as well have been. Though blood no longer stained the cold floors, and the smell of rot no longer lingered, the hospital still strangled the boy. There was no blood on his hands as he stood in an unscathed world, yet his fingers trembled, and he felt dizzy, as if he had done something horrible.
Tim had insisted to the crazed boy that The Slenderman didn’t exist in the new world, but as Toby stood there, trembling, dizzy, clutching his chest, feeling as though all the blood had drained from his body, he knew that something was tormenting him. Something that watched from amongst the trees, wailed with the sway of the branches.
It was getting dark out, the evening dusk approached, blanketing the once bright skies with a tormenting layer of twilight. The air had gotten cooler, and the winds which had picked up howled loudly throughout the corridors of the old hospital, long abandoned. Toby took a deep breath in, collecting himself, and journeyed down the winding hallways. He stumbled with each step he took, the world around him was spinning.
“Fuck-” He muttered under his breath through gritted teeth. His innocent hands grasped onto his body for support, attempting to hold himself up as he continued down the path, trying desperately to escape the labyrinth of a hospital he found himself in. It was as if the walls were closing in, claustrophobic. The feeling was near identical to how he felt in the depths of the forest the other day, plagued by disease. Like he was a rat in the maze of his own mind. Like he was drowning in a sea of terror and dread.
His heart beat in his chest like a snare drum, he wanted to scream out but his throat was so dry, nothing escaped him. The hallway spun faster and faster, his knees had gotten far too weak to carry his tired, heavy body. Toby’s body hit the ground, he felt the dizziness take hold of him. There was a little voice in the back of his head screaming, ‘you need to get up, nobody is coming to save you”. This was something he had learned from a very young age. It was knowledge he was going to take to his grave.
The boy grunted as he gasped for air, he was breathing heavily, as if he had just completed a marathon. Toby had spent a lot of time running. Chasing after escaped victims, running from the police, or enemies. Running from his home, running from his mistakes. It seemed the boy was quick enough on his feet to outrun just about anything. And it seemed now, it had finally caught up to him. As he laid weakly on the dirty, decaying hospital floor, he wondered how many footsteps had echoed throughout those halls. He wondered how many bodies had been dragged past where he remained. He wondered what The Slenderman wanted from him, why he was being tormented like this.
Back in the old world, sickness that intense only occurred when The Slenderman was close, and the eldritch being only got that close if it wanted something. Toby knew the feeling of dread all too well. He always felt, since he was a young boy, that doom was right around the corner. It rang out in his ears, mimicking the sound of his fathers footsteps. It smelt like cheap beer, it felt like a punch to the face. Danger was always one step away from the boy. And Toby was a born fighter, his fists were always clenched.
Toby inhaled the reek of the wartorn hospital, and exhaled his concern for his own life. One thing he had learned as a proxy was that if he was going down, he needed to go down fighting. He wasn’t going to lie there, waiting for something to happen, he was going to grit his teeth, push through the nausea and fear, and go down bloody.
He pushed his body up, and stumbled to his feet. The boy leaned up against the wall for support as he staggered along the corridor, tripping down the stairs, and throwing himself out of the entrance and into the wilderness. It was well into the night by the time Toby got out of that godless building. The fresh air cradled his sore lungs, he felt light-headed from all the oxygen that had escaped him. But nonetheless, the fighter boy stood victorious amongst the woods, as he had done many times in his past. To him, it was just the way things went. And it was only proof that there were still remains of the old world lingering, something to return to. Something that was familiar, nostalgic. Something that had accepted Toby in all of his disgrace.
Toby peered into the window of the quiet, small house which stood in the quiet, small neighborhood. Through a crack in the closed curtains, he saw that football was playing on TV, and saw two familiar men sitting on the couch of the living room, drinking beer. It looked like a normal Tuesday night, shared by two normal men who haven’t fought a war a day in their life. There was something about the simplicity of the sight that enraged Toby. How he was stuck remembering everything that happened, chained in by the past, while these two men watched the game and chatted casually over beer, as if nothing had happened. He wondered if they, too, had been plagued by the sickness in this world. Or if The Slenderman only had interest in the boy.
Toby knocked eagerly on the front door, knowing he most likely wasn’t welcome on that front step anymore. Disregarding this, he remained still, and waited for Tim to answer. Soon enough, the door creaked open, and this time, there was no shotgun in his face.
“What’re you doing here, Toby?”
The boy pushed past Tim, and wandered into the living room, where he stood over the other man, Brian Thomas. Toby glared at the blonde for a moment, before shaking off his need for revenge, and replacing it with a need for answers.
“Slender is here, I know it.”
Tim stood by the TV, crossing his arms, looking at the boy unimpressed. Brian stared back at Toby, a subtle hint of pity caressing his face.
“Kid, come on. There’s not a single lick of proof that thing exists here. Even our proxy marks are gone,” Tim said, showing off the back of his hand, to present the lack of Slender Symbol branded into him. It was nothing but clean skin, a fresh start.
“No, I know, but listen,” Toby reached into his sweater pocket and pulled out a small collection of folded up papers, “I’ve been keeping note of all the weird shit that's been happening. Heart beating fast, weird dreams, dizziness, losing my breath.”
Brian and Tim glanced over to each other, sharing a look of understanding as they listened to the desperate boy ramble on.
“I was at the forest the other day, after we went fishing, and I swear to fuck, I know Slender was watching me, I felt it. And- And in the hospital, I nearly lost my fucking mind in that place. I felt sick, really sick and-”
“Toby,” Brian interrupted, putting his drink down and standing up, he was much bigger than the boy, “I get it, you’re still sick. But spending your time in this place isn’t any good for you man. I know someone who can help you figure this one out, over in Mississippi.”
“What the fuck is in Mississippi?”
Brian put his hand on Toby’s shoulder, slightly squeezing.
“Jack is.”
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Seeing Stars Part 1
Part 1 of 27 - now completed!
Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Star
Summary: A new girl with a mysterious air to her and a questionable past comes to Hawkins. She's armed with a gauntlet of jewelry and the sharpest wit Eddie's ever come across. After a chance encounter at a party, Eddie becomes a bit smitten with her. The problem is, she's an unreadable brick wall when she's sober. Will Eddie's attentive persistence help him break down the walls she's put up to protect herself from not getting hurt? Or will Eddie be the one who ends up with wounds to hide? A story about learning lessons the hard way when it comes to letting people in. Vulnerability and honesty will always be rewarded. Even if it doesn't feel that way at first.
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Parts 2+ here.
Warnings/Triggers: Introductory Chapter. FLIRTING. Undeniable chemistry. Mystery. Eddie turns on his charm and flirts. Self-deprecating humor.
It was a hot summer night, the heat coming off the asphalt as he made his way up the driveway to the front door. This would probably be the last party of the summer before school started back. Since it wasn’t being thrown by a high schooler, Eddie was inclined to go. He hoped there’d be good drinks and weed since things had been slim since Rick had gone to jail. He wasn’t excited for school to start back, only eager to get it the fuck over with this time. The third time’s a charm after all.
The house was full of moving bodies, a good stereo system pumping out music and writhing bodies in the living room gathered and rubbing against one another. Large men ran around screaming, some naked some with lampshades on their heads. One was running and holding a bra like a flag with a girl holding her naked chest and chasing after him.
Not immediately knowing anyone Eddie moves slowly through the house and gets a feel for things. He knew who owned the house but didn’t see them anywhere. They were probably behind a locked door with at least one girl and he was feeling a little lonely truth be told.
He made his way to the kitchen, waved, and nodded hello as he grabbed a beer and downed it quicker than he meant to, but hey, he wasn’t paying for it.
He was never much for dancing. He likes to play music or experience it with giant headphones while laying in bed. But the people on the floor seemed to not be able to relate. Most were vaguely familiar, the town not being huge made it easy to keep track of people. There were some usual suspects and a smattering of new faces. A few girls stood out, most connected at the hip with a guy except for one who was dancing up on another girl.
After a song or two of not terrible but not his taste in songs he figures he’ll call it a bust. He tried and now he could go back home and retreat and nurse his wounded ego.
He stiff-shouldered his way through the dance floor, a direct line to the kitchen with his head down and eyes forward. A body suddenly is shoved into him, a girl. The one that had been working her seductive charms on the dance floor from before. The beers they held got knocked and poured over both of them. Whatever was left in the can the girl threw in a larger man’s face.
“I SAID FUCK OFF!” She shouted, throwing the now empty beer can at his head. Eddie wasn’t a fighter but he also wasn’t going to stand and let someone hit a woman. He put his arm out in front of her and stood between them. The drunken man looked past him and shook his head.
“Not worth it, you fuckin skank.”
“I said no you fuckin missing link looking mother fucker!” She shouted over Eddie's shoulder moving from behind him.
“Hey! Hey!” He grabbed her shoulders to keep her from going forward further. As soon as he switched her attention he could tell she was drunk.
“Oh shit.” She said her face falling from anger to curiosity. She saw the soaked shirt sticking to his skin and looks down at her chest realizing she was in the same situation. “Aw fuck the beer. Some ASSHOLE doesn’t know what no means.” She screamed the insult again at the guy that was now out of sight.
“C’mon let’s go try to soak some of this up, huh?” He suggested, eyes darting from her chest to the direction the guy had went. A soaked white muscle shirt and no bra left little to the imagination. She grumbled and knocked his hands off her shoulders.
“Fine.” She groaned as he held out his hand for her. She sighed then reluctantly takes it as he led her to the kitchen to grab a roll of paper towels and then head outside. He figured she needed a break from the stuffy smokey air of the house. He wrapped a few circles of paper towel and handed it off to her, she grumbled as she squeezed her shirt, wringing out the beer.
“At least your shirts black.” She finally talks to him instead of ignoring him.
“Huh?”
“Your shirt. It’s black. The beer won’t stain it.” She states obviously, looking up to meet his gaze for the first time. She had a set of green, intimidating but pretty eyes. She showed no hesitation of shyness as she looked him over head to toe while wringing her ancient men's muscle tank out with a graphic of a car in it that was so worn you could barely make out what it was. “I like your shirt.” She admits. “Dio. Fuckin metal. I dig it.” She gives an approving nod before returning her eyes to her project of drying herself off.
“Oh?” His voice cracked with surprise, both half bent forward and squeezing at their shirts. “You like Dio?”
“Hell yeah dude.” She nods approvingly. “So you’re like what? A metal head?” She saw the wallet chain and the black jeans with rips and tears. He wore hard silver jewelry and a hardy belt buckle. It all screamed metal head. “Not seen many of your type around here.”
“What gave me away?” He smirked. He saw her eyes focus for a moment on his face. She liked that.
“Only ya know. Everything.” She huffed out a sound that was almost a laugh. “Shirt. Pretty fuckin obvious.” She held out her hand to motion toward it, she tossed the now wad of paper towards an overflowed garbage can. She fanned herself with a tug of her shirt in an attempt to air it out. “The hair. Definitely.” Without any mind to any personal space, she reached out to touch his messy waves and gave them a slight tug. “Matches my hair almost.” She tilted her head in consideration, moving to bend over and shake her hands in her hair and flip it back over. Her dirty blonde hair with its shaggy layers and bangs was cut very similarly to his. “That face doesn’t look metal though.” She shook her head and gave his chin a light grab for a split second. “Don’t see many pretty boys listening to metal.” He openly laughed at her statement which made her brows raise on her face.
“Oh, you’re… serious?” He blinked rapidly at her confused expression.
“Usually am.” She nodded.
“Sorry.” He held up his hands in his defense. “Never thought I’d hear someone call me a pretty boy.” He laughed.
She tilted her head, weight shifting to one leg on a propped-out hip. She studied him again.
“Bad eyesight common around here?” She smirked this time and saw him get flustered. She liked that too. “HEY BLONDIE!?” She shouted to a girl by the kitchen door. “Throw us a few beers?” This blondie must’ve been afraid of her because she scurried and tossed the beers from a distance like this girl might bite. Eddie blushed a little deeper with that thought in his head. “You mean a good lookin' and nice guy like you isn’t swimming in pussy? In a place like this? Where everyone’s an uptight asshole who could be in a fuckin' Sears catalog?”
“Can’t say I am.” He chuckled and cracked open the beer. “You aren’t from around here are you?”
“Nope.” She shook her head and took a big swig. “Just moved here two months ago.” She finished the beer and opened another after crushing the can against her hip. Eddie looked her over, a bit in shock from the experience.
“Where’d you move from?” He asked, genuinely curious. She started patting her hips and ass, looking around at herself, and then let out a defeated sigh.
“You got a cigarette? I don’t know if I smoked all mine or if someone took them.” She grumbled and pulled a lighter with little moons and stars out of the front pocket of her worn bell-bottom jeans. They were decorated with patches over the holes she’d worn in them. There was a giant star on the ass of them, some smiley faces, and flower patches with one that was simply a middle finger. Some she’d sewn over or put scraps of fabric under the holes if it was anywhere that would’ve shown her ass since she wasn’t someone who wore underwear often.
“Yeah.” He declares without hesitation, handing her one and taking one for herself.
“Thanks.” She muttered with her between her lips before taking a drag. “Where you think I moved from?” She challenged. He took the opportunity to look her over without fear of pissing her off. Her jeans came down low on her body, the muscle tank showing off a soft stomach that bowed out to rounded hips. A collection of keychains and keys hooked to one of her belt loops. A daisy, moon, star, and a rabbit's foot clinked against her wide hips. He thought since she came off so bold she wouldn’t mind if he respectfully intruded on her space. He reached for a rectangular keychain and lightly turned it to see what it said on it.
“My guess is Chicago.” He gave her a charming smile that almost earned him one in return. Despite being very drunk, she still wasn’t about to give that away.
“And smart too.” She nods approvingly.
“Art institute huh? Did you go there?”
“It’s a museum.” She corrected. “And no, I’m doomed to repeat my last year due to a series of unfortunate events.” She wiggled her forearm stacked in bangles and beads almost up to her elbow. He hadn’t even noticed, the bracelets doing a good job at camouflaging burn scars that covered her forearm and came down onto her hand.
“I’m repeating my senior year too.” He opts not to pry.
“No shit?” She sounded genuinely surprised. “You don’t seem like you’d be in high school still. Seem too… grown up.” She motioned outwardly with her hand.
“Could say the same for you.”
“If you’re repeating I guess those skills of deduction don’t translate to school. Are you a bad boy? Get suspended and have to repeat?” She spoke with such confidence it astounded him. She wasn’t full of shit like most people he spoke to that tried to get a read on him. It was like they spoke the same language. No small talk. Honest. He was intrigued, to say the least.
“No just stupid.” He states deadpan and he finally got a smile out of her.
“I don’t agree. I think you’re full of shit on that one, man. You’ve got enough sense to not piss me off. Yet. So you can’t be stupid. Dumb maybe.” She shrugged and looked him up and down with a flirtatious bat of her lashes. “But if you’re cute enough dumb works.”
“Is it working?” He asked with an extension of his hands.
“Mmm.” She responds like she has to consider it a moment. She took him by the chin and looked his face over. “I think so.” She took another drag and kept studying his face. “You ever heard of Waterhouse?”
“Is that… a bar or something?”
“Oh yeah, dumb for sure.” She cooed at him with pooched lips. A tiny smack to his cheek before leaning back away from him. He felt a flutter in his chest and one much lower in his balls at the soft assault. “But cute.” She offered in condolence.
“I’ll take it.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Waterhouse is... was -he's dead as fuck- an English painter. John William Waterhouse. Part of the pre-raphaelite brotherhood style of painting. He painted a lot of women, Greek mythology.” She talked with her hands, a jingling of stone rings and bracelets with the cloud of undulating smoke off the bright red cherry in her quickly shrinking cigarette.
“Never heard of him. Sorry.”
“No art club in Hawkins?”
“Yeah but that’s not really my crowd.”
“Shame.” She purses her lips. “You look like someone he’d paint.”
“I do?”
“Yeah. The strong nose, soft eyes, defined lips. Especially that hair.” She outlines him while she speaks with her finger like she was drawing him. “Turn sideways.” She asks and he happily obliged. “Oh yeah, a romanticism face if there ever was one. Beautiful profile, man.” She spoke of him like he was a statue being studied and it gave him mixed feelings that were jumbling in his stomach.
“Thanks?”
“Not much for compliments, huh? Me either.” She adds, looking down to lick her foot at nothing. “If it helps I draw. Or paint or whatever you wanna call it. I do artsy shit.” She shrugged. “So when I see something interesting I wanna draw it.”
“Dumb but interesting.” He nods, moving his weight back on his heels.
“You’ve really never had anyone tell you anything like this?” She sounded genuinely surprised.
“Fuck no.” He laughed. “Must be a bigger difference in people here and in cities than I thought. I thought everyone was stupid assholes no matter where you went.”
“That’s not not true.” She agreed. “People are more open-minded and mind their own fucking business because you have real problems in a city. So you get weirdos like me that wanna draw strangers.” She amused herself with her response. She was being entirely too nice. “Like people here are all over that devil worshiping shit because they're more concerned with things like where their next meal is coming from.”
“You’re telling me.” He rolled his eyes.
“I wore a crystal necklace the other day and some old blue hair in the grocery store asked if I worshipped the devil.”
“No one says much to my face but plenty behind my back.” He adds.
“I gave her the horns.” She raised her hands into the symbol. “And told her yes I did and she was on my list to give to my master to curse now for not minding her own fucking business.” She smiles proudly and he laughed.
“Probably shit her depends.” Eddie chuckled.
“I hope so.” she shook her head animatedly.
“That’s the same approach I take at school. You scare 'em. They call you a freak. They’re usually too worried to mess with you much.”
“Better to rule with fear than love.” She says dramatically. “Wolves don’t fear the sheep after all.”
To say he was taken aback, was an understatement. He was downright smitten. He was probably about to say something stupid, something about how smart she was. But he was interrupted by a man’s voice calling out to her and her giving a wave of acknowledgment.
“Looks like my rides here.” She kicked a beer can into the same pile as before.
“Oh, your boyfriend?” Eddie turned to see a large older guy looking annoyed and motioning for her to hurry up.
She gave him a subtle smile. “What if he was?” She narrowed her eyes at him as she came closer.
“I-“ he didn’t know how to respond. Honestly? “I’d hope he was good to you?” She stopped mid-step, at his side to look him directly in the eye.
“I bet you’d be good to me wouldn’t you pretty boy?” He stuttered at the sudden intimate attention. “I’ll see you around.” She added reassuringly a slight wink before walking away.
“COME ON!” The guy shouted again.
“Keep your panties on I’m comin!” She yelled back as she flipped him off. She turned back around to look over her shoulder. “He’s my brother by the way!” She shouted across the yard, turning to walk backward as she knew this cute new guy would be watching her walk away. Her ass looked far too good in these jeans and he was no saint even if he did seem like a decent guy. She didn’t want to crush the sweetie's heart too much after all. If she did end up wanting to fuck one of these townies she didn’t want to have to get through him hating her to do it.
He’s relieved immediately.
“Shit.” He mutters with sudden realization. “WHAT'S YOUR NAME?” He shouted as she walked back into the house, but she didn’t hear him over the chatter and music. He jogged after her but he didn’t see her in the crowded house.
He’d met a girl, an oddity in and of itself. And one he was so interested in. Even odder, she found him interesting. And he didn’t even get her name. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was dumb.
—
Eddie’s brain was usually in a tizzy of many different interests all fighting for his attention at once. It’d made him good at a lot of things but daydreaming about the nameless girl wasn’t making him good at anything except maybe jerking off more.
The first day of school comes and he’s wide-eyed and observant. Looking for the shaggy dirty blonde with the great rack and even better banter. The day goes and he doesn’t see her. A week goes by. The same. A month broke him and he lost hope. Maybe she’d been lying. Maybe she was a hallucination and his drink was spiked. He returned his focus to his attempts to graduate and build his D and D club.
-
“Heard there’s a new girl comin'.” Jeff announced as he set down at the lunch table.
“And why do we care?” He adds not looking up from his work. He scribbled in his notebook preoccupied with the campaign he’d been working on.
“I mean, nothing ever happens here, we’ve been looking at the same girls for years.”
“Yeah because I’m sure you have a chance.” Gareth rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be a dick, you don’t know. She could be into this.”
“I heard she’s a senior.” Dustin, one of the newest members of the club adds in.
“Older woman, nice.” Jeff grinned.
“I heard she’s weird.” Mike, the other initiate added.
“You’d know.” Eddie jabs without looking his way and the older guys chuckle.
“I heard that she’s a criminal. Got kicked out of her old school.” This bit of information made Eddie listen to the conversation.
“Yeah, she’s been in town over the summer and been quite the topic of conversation in the church group.“
“Like we need more heat right now.” Jeff sighed.
“I heard she burned her old school down.” Dustin whispered.
“Oh come on.” Eddie looked up and rolled his eyes.
“That’s what I heard!” He holds his hands up defensively.
“She sounds crazy.” Jeff shook his head.
“Yeah, but crazy can be really hot.” Gareth grinned
“Psh! Like you could handle crazy.” Jeff shoved his shoulder.
“That seems more like Eddie’s area of expertise,” Dustin commented, half-joking and half-testing the waters.
“Oh yeah.” Gareth laughed.
“You don’t even know. One time this total smoke show tied him up and-“
Eddie cleared his throat loudly and shot a glare at Jeff.
Jeff shut his mouth and his posture sank.
“Oh come on, you can’t start a story like that and not finish it!” Dustin complained.
“Maybe when you’re older.” Eddie says patronizingly.
“I’m the one who has a girlfriend, none of you losers do!” He defends himself.
“Hey! I do!” Mike interjected.
“How am I supposed to grow as a man if I don’t learn about this shit from you guys?”
“When we aren’t in public…” Eddie whips his finger around to emphasize how they were surrounded by people. “You can learn about the intricacies of BDSM. Kay?” He tilted his head, and the face of a stern father shot at Dustin.
“Maybe start with just… like… how to grab some boobs.” The acronym gave Dustin a little bit of a scare. Sure the themes ran through the media they consumed but not even having had sex before he wasn’t ready to learn about scary black leather kinks.
This made Eddie crack a smile and reach to pat the boy's shoulder.
“Good to know your limits, Henderson. You’re learning already.”
-
In front of the school in a little courtyard, plenty of students were gathered around picnic tables before school started that day. The Hellfire Club was no exception. Eddie sat on the tabletop, feet on the bench, elbows to his knees as he glared and watched people.
His attention was drawn by a growing spot of yellow. The thump of bass slowly drew everyone’s attention as the car swung into the parking lot, a hard brake before sitting for a few seconds, enough time for everyone to stop and stare at the loud music and unfamiliar car. There was guitar but Eddie couldn’t place it being far away and muffled from the steel.
“That an old Road Runner?” Gareth asked, sharing an interest in cars with Eddie.
“Yeah 60 something.” Eddie's attention was piqued at the decades-old car. Most kids had a recent hand-me-down from their parents except for a few muscle car enthusiasts that had built their cars from the ground up at the school.
“I don’t know of any of the guys from shop working on one of those.” He adds, them looking to the car for answers just like everyone else.
The door opened and to everyone’s surprise, a girl stepped out. She stood out in her hippie aesthetic with some dark sunglasses on. She was half bent, not even out of the car when she noticed everyone staring at her. Eddie could see her sigh, a big rise and fall of her shoulders as she exposed the rest of her body, grabbing a knitted cross-body bag and putting it on before standing against the side of her car.
“Holy shit.” Eddie exhales, posture now straight and capturing the attention of his friends. He recognized the same shaggy bangs, a fluff of choppy hair around her face now pulled into a braid. She dug around her purse and lit a cigarette. He saw the gauntlet of bracelets, sun glinting off her layered necklaces and stacked rings. She was more covered up this time, a long paisley skirt, a white top covered with a knitted cardigan hanging loose around her. He knew it was the girl from the party.
“Check out the rack on that one.” One of the older guys says quietly. She had her hand on her hip and the other holding a cigarette showing a bra-less full figure under her tight ribbed shirt. Whether from nerves or cold her nipples pushed through prominently and every girl looked to their gawking boyfriends. A smack to their arms before a noise of disgust. The crowd slowly came back to life, started moving and taking again and Eddie was on his feet.
“Bless the bra-burning feminists” another guy chuckles.
Without a word, Eddie started toward her.
“Eddie? Dude?” They called out, he ignored them.
“What the fuck is he doing?” They whispered. Eddie wasn’t short on charisma when he wanted to be, but he wasn’t the approach a stranger with no plan type.
She was looking at a folded-up piece of paper, he could see her brow low behind the hard rim of the sunglasses.
“Hey!” He says with a friendly tone. One he didn’t use often.
She startles and jumps a little before her lips purse and she looks up to see him now only a few feet away. She says nothing. She’s blinking in confusion as to why he’s approached her, his look so hard but his smile so soft.
“Is everyone here as enthusiastic as you?” Her nose twitched in annoyance at his brightness.
“I uh, No?” he stuttered out, clearly confused.”You don’t remember me?” He offers hesitantly, hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other jammed into his pocket.
She lowers her glasses with her fingers, an up and down look that resembled the one she’d given him before.
“Should I?” She asked. His heart sank into his stomach.
“Uh. We met at a party over the summer?” He talks with his hands and she keeps her eyes on his face.
She let out a long sigh and let the silence hang heavy.
“We talked about Waterhouse?” His nose scrunched showing his disappointment.
“Hmm.” She chewed her lip. “That sounds like me.”
“You said I had uh… face like a painting?”
She puts her paper down and gives her full attention to him.
“You do.” She nodded. “I’m afraid that I spent the majority of my summer here being as not sober as possible.” She took a drag. “To answer your question, no I don’t remember you.” She shrugged. “So, either I’m sorry or you're welcome.” She offered with the hand that held the cigarette.
“Oh we didn’t… you didn’t...” he shook his hands and his head.
“Oh, honey I didn’t think we fucked.” Her shoulders moved with a hint of laughter. “But I am… friendly when I drink.”
“Not so much when you’re sober huh?” He nodded his head her way and she tilted hers in response. Now she was intrigued.
“You got it.” She pointed a finger gun his way.
He nodded, he tried to keep his face as neutral as possible but his disappointment in her was clear. It gave her an odd guilty feeling she wasn’t accustomed to.
“Listen. Do you know where room 305 is?” She held out the paperwork she’d been given for where to report to and when.
“Yeah, that’s the west wing.” He lazily gestures his arm to that side of the building.
“It’s nothing personal you know. If I talked to you about art that tells me you’re not an asshole at the very least.” She offered him the consolation which was more than she usually did. He only nodded in response, clearing his throat. “If you don’t hate me, and if you do - totally fine. Not the first or last time it’ll happen- would you show me where these are?” She handed off the paper to him and it was a bigger gesture than he realized.
He took it from her and stepped closer, annoyed that she smelled so good.
“We have some classes together actually.” His voice sounded deeper as she studied his familiar face as he concentrated, his brow lowering over some impressive big brown eyes.
“Senior too?”
“Yeah. We’re both repeating it.” He handed it back to her.
“I told you that?”
“Yeah. You told me a lot.” His face didn’t look as mad now.
“How about you show me around and catch me up on what I already know about you...?” She held her hand out to him for his name.
“Eddie.” He took her hand to shake. She was impressed he didn’t look at her scars. “I never got your name though.”
“That sounds like me.” She made fun of her closed-off nature. “It’s Star.”
“Star?”
“Like in the sky?“ she acted confused as to how he didn’t understand her.
“Yeah, I got that.” He let out a soft laugh. “Never met anyone with that name.”
“This is where I’d say we’ll you haven’t met me before. But I can’t really say that can I?”
“No, you cannot.” He gave her the same charming smile he has that night that seemed to work on her. It wasn’t as obvious this time around, but he liked to think it worked on her now too.
“Well, Eddie.” She adjusted her bag and crushed her cigarette. “You wanna give me the tour of this shit hole?” This elicited a bigger more genuine grin from him.
“Yeah. I’ll show you where we go to smoke.” His tone was more hopeful now.
“I wanted to see the library actually.” He stopped their short stroll and gave her an odd look.
“I’m joking.” she answered flatly. She lightly shoved his arm. “C‘mon and show me where I can be a delinquent in peace.”
-
She learned a few things fast. That most everyone was as dull as she expected. That the guy that had spoken with her was curiously called a freak and rumored to be the leader of a satanic cult: where was the ring to propose she thought, chuckling to herself. Everyone was nosy as hell and asked the most intrusive questions all fueled by rumors about her that had already made their way around despite her not even being there. The vibe was different from the schools in the city. People didn’t give a shit there. She had to deal with dentist white teethed girls with high ponytails trying to induct her into their causes and clubs and taste the fakery in the air as they did so. By lunch, she was exhausted.
-
“What’s she like?”
“What’s her name?”
“Do you know her?”
He’s bombarded with questions at lunch and he doesn’t care to answer many of them.
“The balls on you, man. Just walked right up to her. My man.” He gets a slap on the arm he answers with a tight-lipped glare.
“Her name is Star.” He answers simply. “We have some classes together and I showed her where they were. The best places to hide and smoke. The essentials.”
“Show her anything under the bleachers?” He’s grinned at wickedly.
“No.” He rolls his eyes. “Why aren’t you asking anyone else that’s spoken to her today that huh? Why are you riding my dick about it?”
“Jesus dude.”
“Touchy.” are grumbled in response.
“If you’re going to keep looking at her maybe just invite her over?” Dustin asked with a superior look on his face, not looking at Eddie when he turned to him.
“You wouldn’t want her to sit with us.”
“Why not? You took us in when we were new and didn’t have anyone.”
“She’s not some freshman.�� Eddie dismisses with his hand. “Plus she’s… “ he chuckled lightly. “She’s a little mean.”
“If we can deal with you we can handle some girl.”
“She’s not like me.” Eddie shakes his head knowingly. He’d gotten to talk to her plenty now and saw how she interacted with others. She wasn’t who she had been at the party. She was closed off like a brick wall. “She’ll see right through your bullshit.” She’d made so many people clutch their pearls in class that he was a little jealous of how sharp she was. He liked scaring people but it was cheap thrills. She didn’t scare them she shocked them. And by reading right into their insecurity. He was envious.
“He’s probably right. She gives off a real… don’t mess with me vibe.”
“See? Wheeler gets it.”
“But you did mess with her. This morning.” Gareth shakes his head at Eddie.
“No, I didn’t. I said hello and showed her around. I wasn’t giving her the fake ‘welcome to the best school in the world, you’ll love it here. Let’s be friends’ spiel.” He spoke in a very mocking way.
“So be honest or avoid her?” Dustin clarifies.
“Basically.” Eddie pops another pretzel into his mouth.
“Noted.”
“You’re more full of shit than any of us.” Jeff directs at Eddie.
“The fuck I am.” Eddie scrunches his face.
“You’re always scaring people and shit and you’re not actually like that.”
“They wanna be scared, man. I look different. They like thinking different things are bad and scary. They don’t want to expand their minds to find out people that don’t look like them aren’t actually evil.” He wiggles his fingers like he was telling a ghost story.
“That makes you full of shit.”
“No. I’m doing a service to myself to weed out the conformists. If they agree I’m scary and worship the devil then I know they’re stupid and I get to avoid them. Makes things easier.”
“Like wearing your band t-shirt. If someone likes it you know they’re cool.”
“That’s a bit reversed but yeah same idea.”
“So is she cool?” Dustin asks, he’s motioning to the corner of the lunchroom where Star sat alone.
“Yeah.” Eddie nods, moving his head as little as possible her way but looking with his eyes. “She’s cool.”
Meanwhile, Star is across the cafeteria trying to be left alone and get some ideas out of her head into her journal. She’d had about the day she’d expected but these damn small-town people were a lot more persistent than she thought. Every other white girl had to try to save her and be her friend. She preferred the ones that were a bitch to her. She at least could insult them and move along.
“You know if you sat with someone they’d leave you alone?” She hears the familiar voice of Eddie who moves to sit at the head of the table next to her.
“Then how would I get you to sit with me?” She asked with her signature subtle facial expressions he was learning. She was once again, yanking his chain.
“Your wish is my command” he said with open arms.
“Oh fuck off” she almost laughed, he saw it. He laughed for her, a
comfortable reaction to her now. He’d been the only one to pick up on her sense of humor. She looked back down into her journal to finish a thought before another shadow came over her.
“Hi! I’m Cassie!” A very bubbly girl stayed as she approached.
“I’m gonna stop you right there, Skipper.” Star held out a bejeweled hand. “Go on back to Barbie and save us both some time. We aren’t going to be friends. I don’t want to join your club. That about cover it?” She sighed and gave the girl a tight-lipped smile.
There was that face Eddie envied. Total shock. With a disgruntled noise, the girl turned and walked away.
“Damn you’re good.” Eddie said softly.
“I’m just honest.” She sighed. “I keep telling people that and they don’t believe me. It’s a dry sarcasm or the truth. If you can’t figure it out that’s on you.” She wasn’t speaking directly to Eddie but he knew what she meant.
“People been giving you any grief?”
“To be so far north it feels like southern hospitality Without the perk of Moonshine or comfort food.” She explained. “Mostly a lot of that.” She motioned to where the girl had stood. “Which is whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “Better than questions.”
“Pretty soon they’ll figure out you aren’t here to assimilate and they’ll leave you be.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” She opened the journal again, angling it away from him. “What was the name of that album you were talking about this morning?” She asked again with a more expressive face. She saw his light up at the fact she remembered it at all. She had set the bar pretty low.
“Oh. This one?” He turned to show the back of his vest.
“Right. The patch.” She hit her forehead. “Last In Line. Got it.”
“You’re gonna try it out?”
“Wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t. I loved the first album I might as well.”
“You listen to a lot of metal?”
“I listen to a lot of music. In general.” She points to the headphones around her neck. “Makes you look less approachable which is a big perk.”
“What other stuff are you into?”
“A lot of 60s and 70s.”
“Ah.” He says with a nod.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Ah?” She mocked his drawn-out tone.
“The clothes. The car. You’re into retro stuff.”
“Yeah. I like it better than what’s going on now. But the car is technically my brothers.”
“He’s got good taste.”
“He does.” She agrees.
“He work on cars? You don’t see many of those on the road.”
“He works at the car plant. He’s a mechanic so he’s always doing something.”
“That why you move? He get a job offer or something?”
“No.” Is her flat answer. She didn’t care to elaborate and he saw the wall
being built back up brick by brick.
“If you can’t find that album let me know. I’ve got it on cassette and vinyl.” She met his eyes and he knew she was thankful he didn’t pry. He knew what it was like to have things you didn’t want to discuss.
“I’ll let you know.” Her voice was a little less harsh.
“Offer still stands to have lunch with the club ya know.” She looked across the lunchroom to a group of girl-challenged individuals trying to act like they weren’t watching her and Eddie’s conversation.
“I’d say I can’t be a member of your virginity club since I don’t meet the qualifications.” He swears he saw a smile for a moment. “But you being their leader doesn’t make any sense seeing as you wouldn’t qualify either.” He gives her a real laugh in response. He wanted to flirt with her so badly at that moment. It’d been the most flattering thing she’d said while sober yet.
“Funny. You’re funny.” He nodded in approval. “They’re less challenged than they appear.” He says in their defense. “It’s Dungeons and Dragons. And I’m the dungeon master.”
“Kinky.” She smirked.
“It’s not-“
“Shut up Eddie, I’m fucking with you. I know what D and D is.” she shook her head at him. “They had clubs in Chicago.”
“Did you ever-?”
“Play? No. I preferred to go out.” She shook her head dismissively. “But there is fuck all to do here. Especially with summer being over.”
“Yeah, escapism is the best distraction from that. So we play a fantasy game.”
“No, that makes total sense. I’ve just always stuck with art in my free time.”
“You might like the art for the game. There are books of monsters illustrated. Some well know comic illustrators.”
“Oh really?” He’d piqued her interest. “Like the sci-fi guys?”
“Exactly. Think Heavy Metal magazine cover.”
“But without the babes.”
“Not if you’re there.” He said it without thinking, being around her made him wanna flirt. He wanted to get a read on her so badly.
“My fur bikini and spear are being dry cleaned.” She gave an apologetic shrug.
“Damn.” He gave her one of his best Smiles. “That’s a shame.”
“My Minotaur is in the shop too.” He laughed at that one.
“Well, I’ve got a griffin you can ride if you want.”
“Is that what you call it?” He saw the lifted eyebrow and the twinkle in her eyes on that one.
“No, it’s not.” He looked away and kept that dimple-inducing smile on his face that she wasn’t sure if she liked or disliked. She liked it but, she might dislike it for the fact that she liked it. She was stubborn like that. “Guess you’ll have to come to a meeting to find out.”
“You bring me a book and if I like it I’ll consider sitting with you guys.” She answered with a more Genuine tone. “Deal?”
“Deal.” He could work with that.
-
Star made her way into the house her brother had bought. She’s greeted with a loud screech of meowing.
“Hello Moon.” She bent down and cooed at the large cat rubbing against her legs. “Did you miss mama?” She smooches the cat's face as she held it, the part Maine Coone taking up most of her arms. “Where’s your man at?” Star asked looking around. Wherever Moon was, Ozzy was never far behind. “Let’s go check outside”. She spoke to the cat as she stroked her, making her way with one free hand to the kitchen door where upon opening a scraggly black cat half the size of Moon appeared. “There he is!” She let Moon drop down to the ground and scratched the black cat's head. “You want some food babies? I know mamas been gone all day. I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna be.” She spoke to them like they were people and that’s how she liked it.
She unlocked the door to the airstream trailer that she called home. She and her brother had shared it before but now it sat to the side of the carport hooked up to the house's utilities. She’d made it into a den for herself. She had her plants on shelves along the top and tons of knitted blankets and throws and pillows all over any soft surface. She gave the cats a spoonful of wet food each to hold them over and tossed her bag to the small kitchenette. “Where did I put those?” She spoke to herself. As she pulled an old milk crate stacked with journals out from under her bed. “This is what mama was looking for.”
She’d had such an odd deja vu the whole day. She’d thought Eddie had looked familiar but didn’t recall him at the party. She flipped through the most recently filled notebook and found the pages she was looking for. “There you are.” She narrowed her eyes, seeing the drawings of the man she’d dreamed about. And sure enough. There was Eddie's face. “You little fucker.” She whispered, her fingers running over the pencil drawings. She’d had his face stick in her head for weeks over the summer and she had no idea why. This would explain it. But it didn’t fully. If she didn’t remember their conversation, why remember his face? She wasn’t one that left anything up to chance and leave it at that. She reached for a tarot deck and shuffled. “You mind explaining to me what’s going on?” She looked around the trailer.
Three cards. Two of Cups. King of Pentacles. Ace of Cups. Appeared in her spread on her beaten-up kitchen table.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” She muttered. “Two lovers, a king, and abundance of it all?” She spoke to the ceiling and groaned. “No. No, we’re not doing this. I came here to get away from that shit.” She, annoyed, swiped at the cards on the table. The King landed on the drawings of Eddie in her notebook. “You’re fucking with me right?” She picked it up and stared at it. It would explain a lot but also she had made it so clear in her rituals that she was done with men. She was done with the casual sex, she was done with falling in love and she was not moving to some middle of fucking nowhere town to escape to have some man planted into her path. She had run away from her problems. And it looked like the universe was bringing them right back to her.
Part 2
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now dance fucker dance man i never had a chance and no one even knew it waz really only you and now you zteal aw-(i am forcibly zilenced)
@bug4932 look!
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Now dance, fucker, dance, man, I never had a chance
#severine prompts#severine pictures#THANK YOU!#I have many Dancing With Friends pictures so you get that again :3
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“there’s something in your way and now someone is gonna pay / and if you can’t get what you want, well, it’s all because of me / now dance, fucker, dance, man I never had a chance / and no one even knew, it was really only you / and now you’ll lead the way / show the light of day / nice work you did / you’re gonna go far, kid” – you’re gonna go far kid by the offspring
Regression to the Mean by @theoceanismyinkwell
Then Liam’s thumb dips and traces back and forth in circles right above Theo’s heart. “Here,” Liam whispers the last few words, “here is the place where I love you.”
Read here!
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Jack Harlow x Reader x Daughter Instagram AU
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alizemiaharlow Do Revenge out now on Netflix!
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jackharlow ⭐️ My princess so proud of you
yourusername Cada ves más orgullosa de ti mi reina 💕
alizemiaharlow Love you guys 🥺❤️
urbanwyatt Out here making moves, proud of you little legend
alizemiaharlow Thank you nino, love and miss youuuu ❤️
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allabouttheharlows Seems like today was a family day. Y/N and Jack visited their daughter on set today.
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alizemiaharlow 😱 I’m finally worthy lol finally I’m posted on this page lol jk 🙈
ezharlow It wasn’t a family day since I wasn’t there nor the twins but ok 👍🏼 cool thanks for the invite parents!!!!!
jackharlow You little shit, we invited you and you said no.
ezharlow Old man. All you said was that you were going out. You didn’t tell me you were getting on a jet and goin to LA to visit your favorite kid 🙄
jackharlow Who are you calling old? You punk.!!! I don’t have favorites I’ve told you this plenty of times.
yourusername Jackman, did you not tell him where we were going??
jackharlow I thought I did 🤷🏼♂️
ezharlow SEE!?!!! Old man if you’re forgetting shit
alizemiaharlow You’re such a baby Ezequiel
ezharlow 🖕🏻
cassiewyatt Why does uncle Jack and Mia always look elsewhere & then there’s tia y/n who looks straight at the camera 😭💀
yourusername 🤦🏻♀️ & I even told them to look at the camera I was looking at and they still ignored me. We all look awkward lol
cassiewyatt My dad wouldn’t have done y’all like this 💀
alizemiaharlow You’re not wrong
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yourusername Date night con mi hija 💗
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jackharlow 💜💜
ezharlow 🙄 Me and dad are going to a strip club
jackharlow Boy!!!!!!
ezharlow I invited uncle Urb too
urbanwyatt Don’t drag me into your shit punk.
yourbestiename He can go as long as he throws the money on me like back in the day 😉
cassiewyatt MOM NOOOO!!!!
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alizemiaharlow Ezequiel sends me this picture with the caption “Old losers are too busy checking on their wives to even enjoy themselves, take me home 🙄” 😂😂😂 lmaaaooo I am dying!!!!!!
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yourusername You better be lying.
ezharlow Usted siempre me enseñó a no decir mentiras. You told me to never lie so 🤷🏼♂️
yourusername 🤦🏻♀️ Jack check your son.
jackharlow Are you sure he’s mine? This kid plays too damn much. He loves stirring the pot way too much like @ druski2funnny does , maybe it’s his kid???
yourusername JACKMAN
ezharlow See I always did wonder this!! I have moms beauty and brains, I don’t have any music talent and don’t look like Jack soo maybeee I AM NOT YOUR SON??? I always felt it deep inside me.
yourusername ÁNGEL EZEQUIEL HARLOW!!!!!!!!!
alizemiaharlow Says the dumbass that is an exact copy of dad 🤦🏻♀️ make it make sense pendejo
ezharlow 😭😭😭😭😭
cassiewyatt Anyway did this loser really take our dads to a strip club?
ezharlow Yes, I said I was didn’t I?
urbanwyatt Fucker stop lying
ezharlow Who’s lying? Not me. I said I was going and you two jumped at the chance to come with.
jackharlow I’m going to disown your ass punk. STOP LYING YOUR MOM GONNA BEAT ME UP!!!!
cassiewyatt Uncle, I ran across some old videos and I heard you like to get beat up??? Sooo like?????
ezharlow No, no!!!! I don’t need to know this shit! Cassandra why???
yourusername LMAAAO 🙃 CASSANDRA
yourbestiename Urban if you wanted to see girls dancing and throw money at them, all you had to do was ask and I would’ve delivered.
cassiewyatt Do you guys get grosser the older y’all get????
alizemiaharlow 🤮 🤢
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🗣️ NOW DANCE FUCKER DANCE MAN I NEVER HAD A CHANCE 🗣️
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ok i just listened to your jin song reccs and you are now CEO of Jin Playlists!!!🎶i loved the whiplash between sadness runs thru him and then eminem. jin listening to eminem is canon to me now! i put some random songs from the offspring into the rotation (kids aren’t alright, bad times roll, you’re gonna go far kid, gotta get away) and the lyrics were saur accurate esp: “Now dance, fucker, dance, man, I never had a chance” like yeowchh
YOU DONT KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME… the highest honour I could receive is my music HCs being liked. I take this stuff too seriously. Also CHOICE Offspring takes, those are the exact songs, Self Esteem is also a really good one. Maybe once I clean up my Jin playlist I’ll share the link, I have a tendency to add songs on a whim and it gets kinda bloated.
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WELCOME TO MY LIFE:
AN ANGELO CORTES ESTRADA PLAYLIST
welcome to my life || simple plan
to be hurt, to feel lost
to be left out in the dark
to be kicked when you're down
to feel like you've been pushed around
to be on the edge of breakin' down
and no one's there to save you
no, you don't know what it's like
welcome to my life
you're gonna go far, kid || offspring
now dance, fucker, dance, man, he never had a chance
and no one even knew it was really only you
and now you steal away
take him out today
nice work you did
you're gonna go far, kid
with a thousand lies and a good disguise
hit 'em right between the eyes
hit 'em right between the eyes
when you walk away, nothing more to say
see the lightning in your eyes
see 'em running for their lives
mr. brightside || the killers
i'm coming out of my cage
and i've been doing just fine
gotta gotta be down
because i want it all
you found me || the fray
lost and insecure
you found me, you found me
lyin' on the floor
surrounded, surrounded
why'd you have to wait?
where were you? where were you?
just a little late
you found me, you found me
in the end || linkin park
i tried so hard and got so far
but in the end it doesn't even matter
i had to fall to lose it all
but in the end it doesn't even matter
animal || miike snow
in your eyes i see the eyes of somebody i knew before
long, long, long ago
but i'm still trying to make my mind up
am i free or am i tied up?
i change shapes just to hide in this place
but i'm still, i'm still an animal
nobody knows it but me when i slip, yeah i slip
i'm still an animal
who i am hates who i've been || relient k
cause i don't want you to know where i am
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been
and this is no place to try and live my life
(stop right there) that's exactly where i lost it
(see that line?) well, i never should have crossed it
(stop right there) well, i never should have said
that it's the very moment that i wish that i could take backi'm sorry for
the person i became
i'm sorry that
it took so long for me to change
i'm ready to
be sure i never become that way again
'cause who i am hates who i've been
ocean avenue || yellowcard
there's a piece of you that's here with me
it's everywhere i go it's everything i see
when i sleep i dream and it gets me by
i can make believe that you're here tonight
that you're here tonight
if i could find you now things would get better
we could leave this town and run forever
i know somewhere somehow we'll be together
let your waves crash down on me and take me away
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Dance
Pairing: Hector Barbossa x reader
Warnings: None
Requested by: @imalittleoutthere
The Request:
Can you do one where the reader is in Tortuga with Barbossa and the crew, and Barbossa is happy and dancing and maybe making a bit of a fool of himself? Then he tries to get the reader to join him?
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Sometimes, your mind likes to wonder how in the world did you let a complete stranger talk you into going with him to join his crew.
All it took was one dance together at the well known bar that sits in Tortuga, not only was it known for a bar, but it had a dance floor for their regulars and you were one of them. You usually don’t accept any invitation that came your way, asking for you to dance with them. Most of the time, you could be found at the counter chatting happily with the bartender with no other company or sitting at an empty table.
The loneliest doesn’t last much longer, on one particular evening, you had chosen to sit at the counter as most of the costumers were having a ball on the dance floor. It mainly you and the bartender, until someone cuts in, asking you if the spot next to you was already taken. You were no teller, but you had an unusual feeling about this guy, there was something in him that makes people want to follow. The feeling within you will soon be proven to you that your gut feeling about him already would be more then right.
“Is this seat taken, miss?”
The voice wasn’t recognized, so you turn to see who it was asking.
After getting a couple of seconds of looking over him, you got the impression that he seemed to be friendly enough and so you invite him to fill that empty seat next door to you at the counter.
“Not at all, go for it.” You say, giving a small smile before looking down.
Because you don’t know his name yet, you’re entitling him as the man with the grey untrimmed beard. So whilst overhearing him asking the bartender for a drink, your hands fold together before being placed on your lap below, staring down as you suddenly felt shy of the company this man was bringing by sitting next to you. Being suddenly shy was something that’s never become a part of you, you were usually open minded about anything and you were known to not be afraid of leaving out a single detail in anything before giving your own thoughts and opinions on them. Silence fills the void between you both, until he speaks up, resulting in making direct eye contact with each other for really the first time.
As you hear him asking for your name, you couldn’t but find the sound of his rough voice comforting, helping you to not be as shy as you were just seconds before. A smile comes across your lips before giving him your name before asking for his own.
“Oh, I’m (Y/n) (L/n). What about yourself?”
“Everyone calls me Barbossa, but I also go by Hector as well.”
“That’s a nice name.” You reply honestly.
“Thanks, but I like to think yours is better, (Y/n).”
While you couldn’t help but feel flattered by that, it’s then that Barbossa receives from the bartender what he asked for in the beginning. After learning each other’s names, you both continued to chat away happily until it was near the time of the bar closing.
Although Barbossa is still a stranger to you, he was no longer a complete stranger to you. For that to happen, you wouldn’t have given him the empty seat next to you. As you both begin to make your exit, the final song of the night started playing and without any warning, Barbossa took your hand and swiftly pulled you behind him back over to the dance floor. The song being played was one of your all time favorites, “You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid” by The Offspring.
“Now dance, fucker, dance, man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew it was really only you
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid”
Hearing it made you feel an overwhelming joy washing over you, and the urge to dance along to it all the way through to the end.
However, dancing was something you didn’t see yourself ever being good at, and tried to avoid it as much as possible. After watching Barbossa doing a goofy dance as the chorus repeated itself, it helped you to come out of your shell and join in with him and the crowd. As if Barbossa could sense your shyness, he again, took your hand and had you follow behind, but not without making an innocent order.
“Follow my lead.”
Not long after, you got off the floor and exited the bar.
That was the moment Barbossa had asked you to join his crew and it was an offer to you that you couldn’t pass without a though.
Choosing to join is what you did.
Now, here you were.
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Requests: OPEN
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Prince of the Seas - Chapter 1
Here is the first chapter of my very first fic! I will put it below the line so you can read if you want. I have also posted it on AO3, if that’s more your jam.
Pairing: Bucky x Ruby / Some Bucky x Killian
Summary: Things did not get better for Bucky Barnes after he and Sam had their adventure. They got worse. After years of living only through stolen moments of his own life, he is given a chance to build a life in a whole new world. The catch? That life is going to be a very, very long one.
This is the tale of the life built in the Realm that will one day be known as Misthaven, or the Enchanted Forest.
Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, suicidal thoughts, violence, Sexual content
The sound of the spent shell casing rolling slowly across the top of the table was grounding for Bucky, as he flicked the little metal tube back and forth in front of him from one hand to the other. He let the sounds of the arguing voices ebb and flow around him, his mind disassociating down to where all he knew was the little shell casing. Back and forth. Back. Then forth. Memories would occasionally drift by the calm seas of his thoughts, but he let them sink back into the depths, as his therapist had long ago taught him to do. Back and forth. His hands barely moved, and his eyes moved just enough to follow the shiny reflective metal as it passed in it’s repetitive loop.
He physically jolted when a hand appeared in his line of sight, snatching the little item from his view. He followed the arm up to the stern face of his current lawyer.
“You in there, Barnes?” he asked rudely, the silence of the rest of the courtroom finally pressing down into Bucky’s bubble of solitude.
Bucky hadn’t been a fan of this man when he had been appointed to him twenty years ago, and his feelings about him had only soured since. He arched his brow dryly at the man. It was some small comfort that at least the ass hole of a lawyer had gotten fat and gone bald over the decades. During their last few appointments, Bucky had made sure to run his fingers through his thick, soft hair just to irk the man. He’d even neglected to cut it for the last five years, leaving him with enough to put in a thick ponytail. He didn’t reply to the rude comment and instead just glared.
Baldy rolled his eyes and gestured towards the stand. “If you had been paying attention, you would know they just called for you to take the stand.” He shook his head. “It’s like you don’t even care about these hearings,” the bastard mumbled.
Bucky knew the lawyer knew that he could hear everything he mumbled, but he kept mumbling dumb shit anyways. The fucker was just trying to bait a rise out of him. It never worked. Bucky had seen these kinds of legal bullies for decades by this point. He would always be irritated by the fast talking and malicious lawful-evil cunts, but he was long since immune to their needling. He kept his face blank as he stood up and made his way calmly and slowly to the stand. He took his seat and stared out into the middle distance. He knew by now that people would think he was rude if he refused to look at them, but if he made eye contact he would be accused of threatening them. Either way he was going to be punished in this hearing, but at least being rude didn’t get him chained up for the duration of it.
The prosecutor from the Earth Federation Investigative Bureau paced in front of him. It was a dance they all knew. The woman didn’t even bother with bringing her tablet up. She looked at Bucky, but he just kept staring at the seal in the back of the room. She smirked briefly before beginning her line of questioning. “Mr. Barnes, what can you tell us about the death of the Avenger known as Red Flare?”
The memory briefly flashed before Bucky’s eyes. Red had been a good man. Far too good for this corrupt puppet show. Bucky could still see the man’s tearful last look back as he closed the hatch on the old defunct space station, just before James had catapulted it towards the enemy fleet of starships which were coming to wipe out life on Earth. His last words still rang in his heart to this day, five years later. “James,” he’d said, his voice coming through the radio clearly despite the growing distance between them, “if I could give my unquenchable flame to anyone it would be you, my friend, so with it, you could burn the chains that bind you and bring freedom to this land again. Goodbye.”
“He blew up.”
The prosecutor stared at him, waiting for more. There was silence in the court for nearly two minutes before she finally lost her patience.
“How very enlightening,” she sneered. “And where were you when he ‘blew up’?” she asked, inflection turning sarcastic as she repeated his own words back to him.
“Watching from from the EFS Stark, waiting to fulfill my orders.” He kept his voice void of any feeling. He’d learned long ago not to give the scavengers anything they could devour, or else they would just keep on picking at him for more.
“Which were?” she probed, not bothering to try and get him to talk unprompted.
He could still see the calculating look in his handlers eyes when he had been given his orders, and then again later when they had deemed the entire mission security level Theta, which trumped even a court’s ability to open it. He knew the prosecutor knew that. It was the same as it always was. “That’s classified.”
“The papers say his death was unavoidable,” she intoned, looking up at him.
“Was that your assessment of the situation?”
“That’s classified.” He felt the irritation rise to the surface again, then let it sink into the depths.
She scoffed. “Do you not think a court is important? How is there supposed to be any justice done when the only witness to these, and many other events refuses to speak of them?”
He kept his face blank, knowing it often irritated the prosecutors when they couldn’t get him to crack. “If you would like to request a declassification of intelligence, you may fill out a form FSS-15/B and submit it to the Office of the Security Councilor in London. The request will be processed within 15 business days, and your results will be mailed certified.”
“I know the process for requesting classified information, Barnes!” she snapped. “But we all know that no information has been declassified in the last sixty years when it comes to you, and it does beg the question. What are you doing that requires so much secrecy from a court of justice? Why is it that out of all of the Avengers, only you have all of your missions classified?”
Bucky couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped him. He knew it made him look a little crazy, and to be honest, after all these years, crazy probably wasn’t far off.
“Does this amuse you, Mr. Barnes?” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She was new, he could tell by the lack of gray hair and wrinkles, but she had a flare for the dramatics that would make her very rich in this bis.
He shook his head condescendingly. “It is a bit funny, kid,” he smirked down to her as she glared back up. He loved calling professionals kid, they got so riled. “This is my ninth hearing, and it’s always pretty funny when the flop hits.”
She looked genuinely confused, and his own lawyer looked completely unamused.
He decided to take pity on the new girl. She couldn’t have been older than thirty, it was kind of sad to see the sharks eating her so quickly. “Every ten years I have a new trial. In that trial, we hear all kinds of arguments, but they always have some kind of theme, and no matter what, I’m guilty. Last time, I failed to kill Earth’s enemies fast enough, which caused the death of kids. The time before, I killed enemies too quickly and was accused of playing judge, jury, and executioner. Before that I was acting outside of orders, even though the orders I was given would have resulted in the destruction of the entire continent of Australia. The time before that I was accused of following my orders too closely in a spirit of malicious compliance, thus causing the death of six handlers. That one might have been accurate though…” he trailed off.
She shook her head. “And how will we ever prove that if we can’t get any information out of you?”
It happened in a moment. All at once he was certain. He knew exactly what his plan was, and it settled deep into his bones that he actually didn’t care about this anymore. That he hadn’t in some time. A weight lifted from his shoulders and for the first time in years he smiled a genuine smile.
“You want information, doll?” he asked, eyes twinkling mischievously at the prosecutor, who very suddenly looked nervous. He was going off script and he knew she hadn’t prepared for that. “I’ll give you some real hot tea.” He looked around, pretending to make sure people weren’t listening, as if he were spilling some hot gossip. “That judge over there,” he said, hiding his mouth from the bench right next to him, while clearly speaking loud enough for the mic to pick up, “He has the bodies of four underage prostitutes in his back yard behind his retaining wall.”
The prosecutor’s jaw dropped. His own attorney was suddenly pale as a ghost. Bucky didn’t give them a chance to regroup.
“My own attorney, Mr. Acrombe, hired my handler to have his first wife killed since the idiot didn’t sign a prenup. Your own father, Mr. Jackson Tibre, hired my handler to kill your grandfather. That was particularly efficient, since your grandpa happened to live in New York. I was able to blow his brains out while taking care of some whack job sorcerer and the demon squids he was summoning.” He lifted his hand to rub his own chin thoughtfully. “You know, the number of missions my handlers double dip on is actually a lot higher than you might think. Hell, I might have killed more fools for my current handler than I ever did for Hydra.”
“Shut up, Mr Barnes!” yelled his bald, fat attorney. “As your attorney, I really must insist you cease telling these bald lies while you are under oath!”
James laughed out loud. “And you would know about bald lies.” He made sure to put emphasis on the bald part, and was rewarded with his favorite eye twitch.
“The part that really pisses me off though, is how we have to have these circuses you call ‘hearings’ every decade or so,” he said, finally letting a sliver of his own rage and exhaustion slip through into his tone. He hadn’t shown emotion to the public in decades, and he dearly hoped the footage was being leaked onto the internet somewhere. The prosecutor opened her mouth as if to speak and James shot to his feet. “YOU WILL SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND LISTEN!” he shouted, bringing the court to silence instantly.
“I have had this arc reaction bomb strapped to my ankle for over ninety fucking years. For ninety fucking years you have said if I did as I was told, then my parole would be over after one more hearing. And for ninety fucking years I have watched this farce of a world order become more and more like the very organization I am supposedly being punished for serving.”
Nobody spoke for a full minute as he glowered over the people in the audience, all of them suddenly very afraid.
“I’m tired,” he said softly. “I’m sick and damn tired of killing people I don’t want to kill. I’m tired of having all this blood on my hands. The only reason I haven’t killed myself ages ago is because this damn bomb on my leg. The moment my heart stops, it’s safety mechanism is such that it assumes a galactic level threat and blows, leveling a ten square mile area. If I die, it blows taking everyone near me with me. If I don’t follow orders, it blows taking everyone around with me. If I am somewhere I shouldn’t be, it fucking blows. I have been a god damn slave to you people, trying my best not to bring a million people down with me all these years, keeping my silence because this damn bomb would kill so many more than I will with my rifle on the side. Well I’m tired.”
Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Bucky sat down and resumed his blank look back at the prosecutor, who was now staring at him with wide eyes filled with uncertainty.
“You know, and I know, this hearing changes nothing. This is just a technicality, something that helps people sleep at night with the fact that their longest running Avenger, the one who has saved this species and this planet more than anyone else alive, has only been saving them this whole time under duress. I am nothing but a slave, the same now as I was under Hydra. At least they had the common decency to wipe my memories so I didn’t have to remember it. And I dearly hope that answers your question, Ms Tibre, about why all my missions are classified.”
Everyone in the court began shouting instantly when he stopped talking.
Everyone but the prosecutor. Bucky could tell she knew he wasn’t lying. Not only that, but he also got the impression she didn’t know most of what he had just screamed for everyone to hear. It was sad really. She probably wouldn’t survive the month now. Based on the fear on her face, she seemed to have realized that too. Bucky gave her a small smile, his little way of saying that if she was killed, it wouldn’t be by him.
The judge banged his gavel and shouted for order, and the farce continued.
It took two more hours of bickering and arguing before it was agreed that Bucky was a dreadful lier, and he obviously needed twenty more years of parole, at least, before he got another hearing. It was exactly what he expected, and yet, for the first time, he didn’t care. He didn’t say another word for the entire rest of the hearing, and the moment it was finished, he stood up and left.
He rushed out of the opulent marble chamber and down the crowded halls full of whispering people. They were all talking about him, as people often were. He had been Earths favorite Avenger to hate for longer than most people had been alive at this point. He was used to it. He ignored them the way he ignored the metal detectors along the entrances and exits. He breezed through the glass doors and onto the marble steps, emerging from the tall pillars of the court house in DC.
He was halfway down the stairs, his bike in sight, when he heard his name being called behind him. He sighed deeply and stopped, turning around to see the young prosecutor running to catch up with him.
“Mr. Barnes,” she panted when she finally stood in front of him, her legs quivering in her sensibly low, yet still impractical heels. “You weren’t lying in there,” she stated, looking him directly in the eyes.
“No shit,” he shrugged.
She looked at him, her large brown eyes framed by sleek auburn bangs, the fear and tension dripping off her entire form, and yet her eyes held a resolute gleam he found he suddenly respected. Her entire body was quivering, and Bucky couldn’t help but notice it was a damn fine body to be wasted on a soulless lawyer.
He took a step forward and snaked his metal arm around her waste, other hand grabbing her chin and lifting it up so that her lips met his own. Whether it was the adrenaline, or simple shock, she actually kissed him back. It was by no means a nice kiss he gave her. His grip was steel, and his lips took far more than he knew he should have, considering the situation.
She gasped in shock, and he didn’t hesitate to plunge his tongue into her mouth, greedily plundering all she had to offer in this very public venue. Her own grip tightened onto the lapels of his jacket as her tongue danced with his. He could hear her heart pounding, even skipping a beat when his hand slipped from her jaw and tangled into her hair, completely messing up her carefully crafted up-do and pulling slightly. The smell of her arousal tingled his sensitive nose, and he shivered, his own cock perking up at the slim yet curvy and soft body pressed against him.
He pulled his lips from hers and held her now darkened gaze in his own, his hand in her hair keeping her from turning away. “You’re on their shit list now, doll,” he mumbled, loud enough for her to hear, but none of the gaping onlookers. He pulled her closer so that his lips just brushed the shell of her ear. “If you want to live, now is not the time to be quiet and contemplative. You need to take down as many as you can, as quickly as you can, and as loudly as you can. Those assholes have no loyalty, only greed. The moment there’s blood in the water, they will turn on each other. If you can control the narrative, you get to decide who comes out on top.”
As quickly as he grabbed her, he let her go. She stumbled a bit, but managed to stay upright. In the time it took for her to regain her balance, he had already turned away and was several steps closer to his bike. He grabbed his helmet and was sure to shove his ponytail into it so that it didn’t get too tangled, then he mounted the machine that was his pride and joy. It was one of his only belongings which he truly loved. It was large, electric, completely custom made, just for him, and the fastest bike ever made by Stark Industries. It was literally impossible for someone who wasn’t a super soldier to hag on to the thing while it was accelerating.
Within seconds of him letting her go, the prosecutor watched as he sped off, knowing deep in her bones she would never see the man again. Her fingers rose to her lips, remembering the raw need, bordering on desperation, that she felt in his kiss. How long had that man been fighting alone? And more importantly, did the other Avengers even know about his ankle bracelet? She couldn’t help but think that Red Flare must have known.
She sighed, knowing she was in for some long nights and hard work.
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Now dance, fucker, dance, man he never had a chance
And no one even knew, it was really only you.
♥♥♥
[CLICK.]
MRS. BAKER
[through sobs, voice choked with tears] Wait, wait, please, I swear I didn't-
[A loud, distinct cracking sound interrupts the speaker and they break down into sobs. There is silence for a long moment]
MAYOR SMITH
[disdainful] Silence, creature. Men, put the irons on!
[The clinking of metal can be heard as a chain is dragged out and Mrs. Baker is shackled]
MRS. BAKER
Please, mayor, I swear it wasn't me! I-
MAYOR SMITH
[yelling] Listen not to her! She is not your neighbor. A thing from the forest is she, and it is she who steals your children from their beds in the night!
MRS. BAKER
I am not one of them! I swear on my childrens' lives I have not been replaced. Please, please-
MAYOR SMITH
Silence. I have not ears for your trickery. Throw her in the river!
MRS. BAKER
Mayor, please- [She screams shrilly] PLEASE! PLEASE, SOMEONE, SAVE ME- [More screaming and sobbing can be heard] NO! Please, please... I swear, p- [She is cut off by a choking noise, and her pleading is reduced to hoarse gasps] Please...
MAYOR SMITH
[cruelly] Goodbye, trickster.
[There is a heavy splash and the clinking of chains. Mrs. Baker's screams can no longer be heard]
Another tormenter, vanquished! The forest is rid of one more foul creature. Rejoi-
[The mayor abruptly cuts off as a whistling sound becomes audible. There is a loud thud, like a body landing on the ground, and a slight jingling of metal jewelry].
ELVENKING THORN
Killing your own people now, are we, Smith?
MAYOR SMITH
[snarling] You!
ELVENKING THORN
Ah-ah-ah. Look around you. Your men are dead, killed by my warriors. The woman you killed was innocent, Smith. But you knew that, didn't you?
MAYOR SMITH
[in a low tone] I did what I had to.
ELVENKING THORN
Your people put you in power because you promised to kill mine. When you figured out you couldn't harm us, you resorted to lies and trickery. You're more similar to me than you realize.
MAYOR SMITH
Silence, or I will put this through your heart.
[Thorn laughs, a sound like the rustling of branches in the wind]
ELVENKING THORN
Do you think I haven't been threatened before? You don't scare me.
[Mayor Smith is silent]
Ah, men. How greedy and pathetic you all are. Watch your back, Smith. You never know when I might be there.
[Click.]
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