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dear diary // chapter one

Hi, everyone! This is the first chapter of the new series I’ve started. I hope you enjoy and stick around for future chapters! 💕

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Word Count: ~ 5.3k

(*) Warnings: none

July 16th, 2020

Dear Diary,

Nothing would make me happier than to visit the city. The bright lights, the busy streets, the shops, the smell of car exhaust. For all the wonders I’d discover, for all the opportunities I’d face. For the experience, for the fun.

Living in a small town is boring. It’s the same, day after day. Then as soon as you bat an eye, you’ve turned eighteen and have barely left the state. Some would call me a hobbit, some would call me lazy. But it’s hard to get out of town when your family can’t really leave because of their job and you’re too scared to learn how to drive.

The diner that my parents own is great; awesome pancakes, delicious milkshakes, and every single pie flavor you could ever imagine. It’s called the Golden Griddle and it’s located right in the heart of Cedar Cove, Oregon. You’d have to be blind to miss the sunny yellow paint (that’s ever so slowly chipping away, but don’t tell my dad) smeared on the bricks.

Anyway. I’m Charlotte, but you knew that already, didn’t you? Of course you did. Well, if you needed a reminder of my sob-worthy life story...my brother and I are adopted. But you probably remembered that, right? Wow, I need to stop ranting about how you probably remember me. You’re a literal book for God’s sake.

Wait; back on topic. I want to go to see the city. So badly. Oh, and have I mentioned that I got accepted into my dream school? New York University, here I come. How have I not written about that yet? Holy crap. NYU preparations have been coming along nicely. I already have half my room packed and almost all my dorm stuff that my mom insists on buying. My brother Henry, too. He’s going to Ohio State on a football scholarship and a desire to pursue athletic training. Big dreams!

Me, you ask? Good gracious, Diary, stop interrupting! (Oh boy, I’m talking to myself. Skye would laugh...). I’m pursuing acting and theater, of course. A major in drama and a minor in production. I’m chasing the sun here, okay? I am a future Broadway star and actress with dreams as far as the eye can see!

I am ecstatic to make the big move at the beginning of August. More updates to come. Sorry if this ending was abrupt. My dad made his famous chili tonight and I gotta go get it while it’s hot and before Henry inhales it all like the vacuum he is.

Yours, Charlotte :)

The faint, familiar smell of spices filled my senses as I put the old and tattered diary down. It was a gift I got years and years ago from a friend, but I never used it. May as well start before the wild ride of my new life starts, right?

I threw my blonde hair into a bun as I walked out of my room, avoiding boxes piled up high on the floor. Right as I stepped into the hallway, however, my foot met a ball of fluff curled right outside my doorway.

“Aw, Cooper,” I cooed, leaning down and scooping the little snowball I called a dog into my arms, cradling him close, “you’re missing all the food downstairs, buddy!”

A small whimper came from him as I made my way down the stairs. Henry was spread out on the couch and watching some sort of European soccer, er, football on the TV.

“Hey, just in time!” Henry smiled, waving me over to sit next to him. I obliged, setting Cooper down onto the floor and taking a seat next to him.

...It was crazy how he was twice my size. And how I was the older one by three whole minutes.

“What’s up, Henry?” I asked, nudging his arm. A laugh escaped his throat as he gestured to the screen and unpaused the video (wait, it was paused this entire time?). I watched the screen to see a player get hit in the head with a soccer ball.

“Hah!” Henry laughed, his deep pitch echoing off the walls. I gasped and swatted his arm.

“Henry! Laughing at someone else’s pain is so rude! What if he got a concussion that ended his career?” I said, a twinge of amusement in my tone. All in all, I loved to see my brother get all flustered. He was such a goody-two-shoes that even something like this comment would make him blow a gasket--

“He’s laughing, sis. I don’t think the dude’s hurt.” Henry said, his tone smug. Maybe college was finally really going to his head.

I shook my head with both surprise and disappointment as I stood up, gesturing for the walking vacuum to follow suit. “C’mon, knucklehead. Dinner’s almost ready.”

We both walked into the kitchen to see the finishing arrangements being set up for dinner; Mom was retrieving bowls and utensils as Dad strained the water from the elbow macaroni at the sink.

“You two are in here early,” Mom teased, giving us a side glare as she placed the bowls and spoons on the counter, “what about?”

A sweet, innocent smile crossed my face as I batted my eyelashes at her. “It just smells so good that I couldn’t stay away!”

“I’ve heard that one before, you jest. Come get your bowls.” Mom chuckled, stepping away. Henry and I grabbed a bowl right as Dad turned to us.

“Get it while it’s hot!” Dad said, grabbing a bowl of his own. Henry and I both dove for the noodles and chili, somehow managing to get our servings without making a complete mess like we usually do. It’s crazy to think of how people mature over time...

The old seats at the table squeaked as we all sat down and started to dig into our chili. A comfortable silence blanketed the table and just as I got used to it, Mom broke it.

“So, you two have been packing, yes? Even the stuff you aren’t bringing?” Mom asked sweetly, dabbing a napkin at the corners of her mouth. She’d always been the politest one in the family; too bad no one else at the table had her mannerisms.

“My room is basically packed except for some of my clothes and books,” I said in between chews of the (extremely hot) chili in my mouth, “but otherwise I’m good.”

Henry nodded and pointed his thumb at me, his eyes never leaving his bowl. “Mhmm.”

“That’s great! Your flights leave in only a matter of days!” Dad cheered, giving Mom a high five. It was such a weird but common thing to see parents do: act like teenagers.

“You sound excited about that?” Henry questioned. I looked over to see half his bowl already gone.

Mom heaved a sigh.

“We’re excited for you both to finally experience the world. We can’t wait for your lives to truly start!” Mom said, a smile encompassing her features. Her kind, brown eyes flitted between Henry and me.

“You two have the world at your fingertips,” Dad added, glancing at Mom. They shared a fond look.

At that moment, for the briefest second, I wished that I had a connection like that; a soulmate, someone who you could spill your heart out to. Someone who you could love and be loved by. Someone who’d want nothing more than to see you happy.

Also at that moment, I decided that I would make it a small goal of mine to make this wish come true during my time at NYU.

My blankets were soft around my legs as I sat propped up against my pillows. Leila and I had been talking on the phone all night. I felt like I was in that moment in Mean Girls where Gretchen was switching between Cady, Karen, and Regina. Except...I wasn’t switching between anyone at the moment.

Leila Maciel is my best friend. She’s someone with a sarcastic personality and a snarky remark to anything. She’s as smart as a whip and could, without a doubt, put you in your place if you stepped out of line with her intimidating strength. Though, she also has a soft and caring side that she only reveals to those who she deems trustworthy. A confident, kind, and bold girl indeed.

We’ve been friends for our entire high school careers, but it feels like I’ve known her my entire life.

During our freshman year, Leila was in an extremely toxic relationship. Her ex-girlfriend, a “sweet” but a rather manipulative girl, was to blame for our friendship. This girl, Sadie, ticked all of Leila’s boxes; beautiful, smart, compassionate, sweet...

Remember that Leila and I had only known each other for a month at this point.

Leila and Sadie’s relationship was adorable from the outside. Both bright-eyed and bushy-tailed freshmen with hearts in their eyes. It was something you’d see in a more realistic version of High School Musical because let’s be real...those movies aren’t realistic. (I still love them, though!)

About a year into their relationship, though, Sadie transformed from sweet to sour. She used Leila to get what she wanted like she was her very own puppet. Her antics ranged from cheating on tests to almost stealing a designer handbag before I intervened. Then, like the cherry on top of this extremely nasty sundae, Sadie revealed that she cheated on Leila with a college girl for the majority of their relationship. Let’s just say that their relationship was terminated seconds after that bombshell blew up.

Leila was broken for months. She truly believed that she loved Sadie, but upon further examination, I found that Leila felt guilty whenever she had the opportunity to say no. It had never been any sort of love; it was an obligation. Also after that relationship, Leila decided that instead of focusing on liking girls, she’d be open and love anyone. She was sick of limits.

So, here we are today.

Now, as we talked on the phone, I thought about how she’d also be going to NYU, majoring in business. We were roommates! It was like a dream come true.

“Uh, Charlotte?” Leila asked with a laugh. “You alive?”

Reality snapped back into place as I blinked my eyes rapidly. “Oh, uh, yeah. What’d you say?”

“Did you buy a fan for our dorm?” Leila asked monotonously. This made me laugh for some odd reason. “Dear Lord, what’s so funny?”

Honestly, though. What was funny, Charlotte? One could say that I was losing my mind.

“I don’t know, spur of the moment? But otherwise, yes; I got the one you pointed out at Target.” I said, surprising myself with how even my voice sounded. A familiar hum came from the other end of the line in response.

“Cool. Then you’re all set to go for next week?” Leila asked, her voice making it sound like she was smiling. I laughed again and nodded to myself.

“Yes!” Was all I could say.

Leila’s sigh was so loud that I could swear that I felt her breath through the phone. “You’re not stressing out over this, are you?”

My eyes widened at her question. Was I stressing out about this? I’d been packing for days on end without breaks. I had folded, re-folded, and re-re-folded all of my clothes several times in my duffel bag. I had splurged on so many things, like that fan Leila mentioned, without a second thought. I don’t think I’ve had a proper shower in almost a week; I was too busy being a nervous wreck.

“Maybe a little bit, but not too much,” I responded, my tone a bit somber as I tried to conceal my lie. My fingers twirled the fringed fabric of my tie blanket around as I waited for Leila’s retort.

“Stressing out over this is like a circle, Charlotte. It’s pointless,” Leila said, her voice starting to reveal her exhaustion, “and you need to relax. We’ll be fine.”

Thoughts buzzed through my mind as I contemplated her words. Would we be fine? Is “fine” even the correct word to describe this situation? How about rephrasing the entire statement entirely by saying “there is a chance that we’ll survive, but it definitely ain’t high.”? That version was more accurate, in all honesty. Moving across the country for school didn’t sound like a situation that could only earn the word “fine”.

“Aren’t you worried, though? A big city, a new city, a scary city...we’re diving into the deep end here, Leila! We have no idea what the hell we’re doing!” I panicked, squeezing my eyes closed.

Now it was Leila’s turn to laugh uncontrollably. Though, hers was more of a witch’s cackle.

“Wow, okay. First of all, we’ll stick together. Second, not knowing what we’re doing is all apart of the college experience. We’ll seriously be okay if we stick together.” Leila assured, still laughing - she never was the sympathetic type in these types of situations.

“If you think so, then I guess I need to believe it.” I yawned, tucking myself further into my blankets. Leila broke out into a yawn as well, making me think that she was actually tired for once (the girl was the definition of a night owl).

“We should get some sleep. We’ll have plenty of time to talk later.” Leila stated. I could imagine her rolling her brown eyes at her own words. A laugh escaped me instead of the hum I intended on.

“Jesus, why do you keep laughing? Why do you have so much energy?” Leila groaned, making my laughter subside.

“I honestly don’t know, I’m a complete and utter mess. We’ll text tomorrow?” I suspired, resting my arm over my eyes to completely block out this embarrassing reality.

“You bet. Love you lots.” Leila said. Her declarations of love truly became more meaningful after that whole spectacle with Sadie. She had a ginormous heart of gold beneath that rough exterior.

“Love you more! Good night!” I said, hanging up after she murmured a farewell. I tossed my phone onto the soft fabric of my blanket and stared up at the ceiling, a nostalgic feeling washing over me. All of the nights during elementary school where I’d do this exact thing, except I would be thinking about my Barbie dolls or my recess adventures. Now, I thought about the future and what waited for me.

College better live up to its well-known reputation.

Before I could comprehend what was even happening, I was standing in the middle of Portland’s airport with the arms of my family around me.

Days legitimately whizzed past with nothing short of a greeting. I mean, it was already August 4th...somehow.

“You have all your bags, right?” Dad asked, his voice wavering the slightest bit. I looked down at my belongings for the fourth time; a large duffel bag of clothes, a chest full of dorm stuff and personal items (including that stupid fan, yes), and a very large and heavy carry-on stuffed with all of my technology. And, for the fourth time, I confirmed that I had everything.

“It’s all here, Dad. For the last time.” I giggled, shaking my head. He could only respond with his usual eye roll and grin.

“What about Leila? Are you completely positive that she’s on your flight?” Mom asked, her eyes inspecting mine. A sigh freed itself from my lungs as I nodded.

“She’s already waiting for me by the baggage area, Mom. You even saw her when we walked in, remember?” I stated, returning her inspecting gaze as she fondly smiled in remembrance.

My hands were reaching down to pick up my bags before Henry lightly punched my shoulder. “Wait, whoa, where’s the love, sis?”

“It’s hiding from you,” I teased, punching his shoulder before I pulled him close for a tight hug, “I’m gonna miss you bunches, you know.”

Henry’s grip tightened before he pulled back to show me the tears in his eyes. I gave him a sad smile, knowing that familiar look in his eye; he agreed but didn’t want to admit it.

“Don’t worry, Henry. I’ll only be a call away if you ever need to talk to me,” I said, putting my hands on his shoulders, “and I’ll be a nine hours’ drive away if you ever need me in person.”

He cracked a smile that was identical to my own and let out a deep breath that turned into a shaky laugh.

“Shut up, midget. Go catch your flight.” Henry laughed, shaking his head to compose himself. His blonde hair was tucked away in a red hat with a big, fancy ‘O’ embroidered in gray and black on its face. My heart swelled with pride to see it, too.

“Ditto!” I laughed while reaching down to grab my bags. “Well, I ought to get going. Leila’s been waiting on me for a while”

“Travel safely and call us when you land, no matter the time!” Mom said, hugging Dad and pulling Henry close. My eyes burned with tears as I nodded.

“Can do,” I shakily breathed, “I love you guys.”

Mom blew kisses my way and Dad smiled. Even Henry gave me a rare, genuine grin. I waved, and with a final glance, turned around and headed to the gate that was just behind me without looking back.

The weight of the bags in my hands doubled with each step towards Leila. She was sitting in the waiting area, her bags all around her, scrolling through her phone. Her straight black shoulder length hair was accessorized with a jade green headband, matching her comfy outfit that consisted of a matching jade green tee and a pair of workout leggings.

“Took you long enough, you slowpoke!” Leila smiled, patting the blue seat next to her as she tucked her phone in her backpack. I dropped my bags in relief as I sat down next to her. “How emotional were your parents?”

“Enough to make me almost cry?” I laughed, wiping the wetness below my eyes. “Well, maybe I did cry a little.”

Leila laughed and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “It doesn’t take much to make you cry, Charlotte. But I am beyond glad to see that you held in most of your alligator tears.”

We both laughed, though our laughter faded after about a minute, turning into a stressed silence...

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” I said while taking a deep breath. After almost a year of building up the nerves, the day was finally here. College...adulthood...life...

Leila turned to me, her eyes showing the most vulnerability that I’ve ever seen in them, and took a deep breath with me. “We may be crazy, but at least we’re crazy together.”

Bag security was a surprising breeze; little to no lines and no troubles. The security guys even smiled at me. Talk about weird.

Waiting for the flight time was tiring. I did, however, get a text from Henry saying that he’d successfully reached his gate and would be taking off for Ohio at dusk. So that was at least something to keep me occupied for a good two minutes.

Another distraction was to play matchmaker with Leila. It was our favorite pastime in high school, so why not continue the tradition?

“Ooh, that business guy over there wearing the red tie, and...” Leila trailed off, scanning the rows of seats until her eyes focused on a woman talking animatedly on the phone only a few feet away, “her.”

“Wait, the Adrian Raines-looking guy paired with that preppy woman?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. Leila hummed with approval next to me, making me cringe immediately; why, and how, would that work? They were polar opposites!

“Leila, listen. He looks like the type of guy that’d bite your head off if you gave him the wrong coffee order and she looks like the type of girl to organize a charity event. It’s all in the eyes and the cheekbones, even the eyebrows.” I explained, shaking my head. Leila, however, disagreed like she always did.

“They’d balance each other out. He’d soften up and she’d harden up. It’s that simple! Plus, it helps that they’re both very attractive...” Leila smirked, her eyes examining them both with a wistful sigh.

“And they’re probably much older than us, so don’t even get ahead of yourself.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “But back on topic. Are you talking about the whole ‘opposites attract’ lore? Because that’s just not...plausible. Maybe it is in the movies--”

Leila let out an exasperated breath that hindered the rest of my thought. “It is plausible, though! Just think about how you would feel in this situation. Would you want a guy who has a prickly exterior and a mushy-gushy heart?”

My heart started to palpitate as my hands started to sweat. I have learned to loathe Leila’s ‘boy talk’ because it’d always turn into her setting me up with guys that were either way out of my league or guys that just didn’t meet my expectations.

Her question, though, did deserve some deep thought. I guess I can set my pride aside for a mere second and give her some sort of approbation...

So, the question on the table: did I really have a thing for those types of people? Snarky but also impossibly soft? I guess I’ve never really been invested in relationships of my own. The idea of romance, sure, but not for me. It just never really seemed as important as the ACT or my GPA. I’m starting to regret my valedictorian title; I focused so hard on my studies that I forgot about the fun aspect of high school like the average, rebellious boyfriend with a leather coat and a motorcycle.

“You know what, Leila?” I started, carefully testing this ground as to not lead her down the matchmaking rabbit hole, “I would like a guy like that. A sarcastic and snarky guy with a secret soft side? Yes, please. Oh, and glasses that he’d push up his nose when he was frustrated? Even better.”

An uncharacteristic snicker escaped Leila; she was never one to snicker like that, and now that I actually think about it, our boy talk always had that stereotypical effect on her. Man, this hobby was melting her brain. Is there any research out there on how the quietest whisper of romance can turn the human brain to goo? If so, I need to get my hands on it ASAP.

“I knew that you had a thing for that! I’ve been scoping this out for years, Charlotte!”

Of course she has.

“Glad you’ve been looking out for me. That or stalking me, but that’s up to you.” I teased, bumping my shoulder with hers only to receive a tired groan in response.

“Oh, hush. You know exactly how damn predictable you can be sometimes. Don’t even try to contradict that, either.” Leila stated, giving me a side glare. I gave her a bright, innocent smile in response as I fiddled with my duffel bag’s handles.

My mouth opened to bring up another round of matchmaker, but I was overpowered by a loud speaker.

“Flight one-hundred two for New York boarding at gate fifty-six!” A voice said gently over the speakers. Leila and I instantly looked at each other with the same anxious looks that slightly weirded me out.

“Um, Leila--” I stammered, trailing off as Leila hopped up and started to grab her things. She wore the biggest and brightest smile when she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.

“C’mon, slowpoke! We gotta go! Move those short legs of yours!” Leila beamed, grabbing my duffel bag with her open hand. Before I could retort, I was ushered into standing and walking towards the luggage area.

“Alright, eager one, slow down a bit?” I asked through a huff. Only two months off of the cheer team and away from drama and I’m already bent out of shape.

Leila threw my duffel bag and her own suitcase onto the conveyor belt and so I followed suit.

This...this entire experience was moving faster than I expected.

The plane ride wasn’t really all that exciting. Just Leila falling asleep on me, like I expected. Throw in a couple packs of peanuts, a dash of watching Dirty Dancing and Grease religiously, and a sprinkle of a baby’s obnoxious tantrum...and you end up with the definition of a typical plane ride.

Woo, college. Already kicking off with such an exciting start.

We were about thirty minutes out from The Big Apple when Leila finally woke up from her sleep. I felt my shoulder lighten and then felt the instant soreness from the five and a half hour flight.

“How’d you sleep?” I asked, busying myself by pausing Dirty Dancing on its second playthrough. Of course it was right as Baby started to awkwardly dance down the staircase and onto the bridge.

Leila’s response didn’t come when I thought it would, so I looked over to see if she fell back asleep on the plane’s wall. To my surprise, I saw that her eyes were glued to a figure a few seats over.

The girl who sat there had this gorgeous auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her black headphones stood out against her pale complexion and revealed the slightest trace of taupe freckles scattered about her cheeks. Also from the girl’s side profile, you could just barely see the tint of matte black lipstick on her lips.

A gentle but teasing smile formed when I looked back over at a wide-eyed Leila, her cheeks now starting to redden with embarrassment.

“See someone you like over there?” I asked, softly nudging her arm with my own. She cleared her throat and blinked rapidly before turning her attention to me.

“I thought she was snoring?” Leila stammered, now rubbing her tired eyes. I looked back over at the girl - her head bobbing slightly to whatever she’d been playing on her laptop - and let out a laugh.

“Sorry to break it to you, Leila, but she’s completely awake.”

Leila whipped her head back around to see and then let another deep blush cover her cheeks. It was hard to notice against her olive skin, though it deepened enough to see from miles away.

“Okay, um, she was snoring a little bit ago. I swear on your life.” Leila said, pressing her hands to hide her bright red cheeks.

I let out another laugh. She had never let herself get this flustered...ever. This was so rare that I’d only ever seen it once and that was back in high school. Leila locked eyes for a solid twenty seconds with a junior guy named Michael Harrison at lunch during our freshman year. She couldn’t stop blushing or stuttering for the rest of the day, and that’s not mentioning the dejected look she had when Michael walked out of the building with an unfamiliar girl on his arm after school.

As expected, Leila only responded to me with her notorious deadly side glare.

“Shut up right this instant, Charlotte Parker.” She hissed between her gritted teeth.

Did I listen? Of course not.

“Looks like Miss Maciel has been struck by Cupid’s arrow...” I teased, dramatically leaning into her lap with my hand against my forehead. She grumbled and leaned her head on her palm, looking out the window. After I sat up, I could see her brown eyes flit over in the girl’s direction every once in a while and couldn’t hold back my smile. Not teasing, but happy.

I knew that wistful look in her eye well enough to know that she’d been enamored.

The plane landed at about seven in the evening. Before getting off the plane, I looked over to the girl. She was frantically putting her computer away in it’s decorated case. I saw a patch with the familiar NYU bobcat...right next to another patch with the name “Skye” in this sort of horror-ish calligraphy.

Huh.

“I think her name is Skye,” I said, leaning in to whisper to Leila, “and I think she’s going to NYU.”

Leila glanced over as she stuffed her neck pillow (that she never used) in her bag.

“Cool. Um...Skye, you said?” Leila said, a blush blooming across her cheeks again.

I’m seriously loving this.

“Yep, Skye. Maybe she’s a freshman like us?” I said. Leila bit her thin bottom lip.

“Maybe,” Leila said, a smirk crossing over her features, “just...maybe.”

Waiting for our luggage was so boring. I decided that it was even worse than waiting for our fight.

“Ah, it’s mine!” I heard a girl a few feet away from my tired figure cheer. She rushed forward to grab a gaudy pink suitcase bedazzled with fake gems. Leila pretended to gag next to me.

“Gross,” Leila sighed, though her eyes suddenly lit up, “hey, wait, those are our bags!”

She pointed toward a cluster of familiar bags on the conveyor.

“Ah! C’mon!” I stammered, rushing forward and grabbing them. We both started to laugh as we lugged them off.

“Jesus, this is heavier than I remember.” Leila huffed, lifting her bag onto her shoulder. I did the same, though almost toppled over because of the weight.

“Are we sure that these are ours?” I asked, unzipping the duffel bag to see my familiar coat. Relief flooded my features as I looked back at Leila.

Her face was a sickly greenish pale.

“Uh, Charlotte, this...this isn’t...” Leila stuttered, carefully shuffling through the bag. There were lots of black sweaters and lots of striped shirts. A couple pairs of ripped jeans, a few rock band tees along with an NYU sweatshirt...and a tag on the strap.

I reached out for the black tag on the strap and flipped it over. It read...

Skye...Crandall?

“Leila, remember that girl from the plane?” I asked, showing her the tag. Her face immediately fell, though I could see the flame of hope flickering in her deep brown irises.

“Oh. My. God.” Leila groaned, taking the tag into her hand. “You’re kidding. Charlotte, this seriously isn’t happening right now.”

Despite her panicked state, I laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

“I’m officially calling you Eliza Schuyler because you are helpless!” I giggled, doubling over. Leila loudly sighed.

“No, no no no...” Leila whispered, zipping the bag closed, “how are we going to find her now? I bet she left already with my bag.”

I sadly let my laughter subside as I wiped the humored tears from my eyes, being careful to not let my light layer of mascara run or smudge into a huge mess. That was the last thing I needed right now.

“Alright. Well, I think we should wait and see if your bag is still here. We don’t know for sure that she has it,” I stated, patting Leila’s shoulder, “but if it doesn’t show, we’ll track this Skye girl down and give her the right bag. Okay?”

Leila nodded, her face still contorted with a mixed emotion of annoyance and helplessness.

“Welcome to New York, where we lose your freaking bags and make you chase after freaking girls that you like,” Leila mumbled in a bad imitation of a New York accent, pinching the bridge of her slender nose.

“So you do admit it! Aww!” I cooed, booping her nose. She caught my wrist and gave me another glare, though this one was downright teasing.

“Shut it or I will mercilessly write on your face tonight with a Sharpie while you sleep,” Leila teased, “but let’s get going. We still gotta find our dorm and the sun’s already starting to set.”

I nodded and gathered up my stuff, taking another look back at the conveyor...

“Oh, everyone’s gone?” I questioned, my eyes scanning the now empty area around us. Leila rolled her eyes and started to drag me along towards the masses of people with her free hand.

“Yes, but now let’s go find this girl before I lose my mind. I need my bag and I can bet that she needs hers.”

#high school story class act #hssca #mc: charlotte parker #mc's twin: henry parker #oc: leila maciel #skye crandall #choices stories you play #no warnings #newwww au!#first chapter complete! 🥳

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Vermilion. (m)

↳ chapter six: what’s mine, is yours

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“Hey guys, need help?”

As you walked into the door of the house, Kirishima eagerly walked over to help you with the bags in your hands. He wore a plain white t-shirt and black shorts, then you noticed his hair wasn’t spiky anymore, but relaxed and down. “Oh my god, how can he get more adorable,” you thought. Low and behold though, he smiled enormously at you, making you squeal internally. “I’m deceased now.”

“So I learned the gremlin here is bi-lingual while we were out shopping,” Bakugou said as he walked into the kitchen and started to put away groceries, Kirishima following behind.

You smiled at the two of them and proceeded to help, the red-head asked for elaboration and you explained to him.

“And I thought you couldn’t get any cuter mama. Maybe you can teach us sometime!”

Kirishima smiled as he pulled out your jar of pickles and pickle chips. He gave you a look, and you shrugged and grinned at him making him smile in return.

“So Red, I’m cooking Mexican tonight, that cool with you?”

He nodded eagerly and bundled up the empty grocery bags, “Sounds good, I’m starving! Do you need any help with anything?”

You violently shook your head, strongly protesting against them and moving to gather both men with all your strength and pushed them out of the kitchen. Placing kisses to their cheeks and pats on the back. They both left and went to the living room to do their own thing as you proceeded to start prepping dinner. They ended up playing a video game together, both glancing over at you every now and then. The area started to smell heavenly as they heard sizzling noises.

“Ugh, I don’t know how much longer I can wait, I’m starting to drool over here man,” Kirishima whined as he gripped his stomach and Bakugou chuckled.

In perfect timing you called over to them that dinner was finally ready and they both quickly jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen, broad shoulders bumping into the other as they raced along the way. Suddenly they both stopped in their tracks, jaws dropping as they looked at the display of food.

“So, I made some carne asada, I marinated the meat and tried to make it as spicy as I could, so hopefully it turned out good! Over here you have your toppings like cilantro, limes, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, beans, some extra chili powder just for you Suki. You can either make tacos with them, or I made rice as well and you can top them on that or make a burrito.”

Kirishima looked like he was about to cry as he walked over and hugged you, making you giggle and pet his soft hair.

“Thank you so much (Y/N), you didn’t have to go all out for us like this! Keep it up and you’re gonna have us fat and spoiled!”

He pulled back with you still in his arms, you shrugged at him with a smile. “It’s the least I could do after you guys helped me out and let me into your home. I’ll make you a deal, on the days that I’m off work, I’ll cook for you guys. Then maybe on Sundays we can all cook together?”

The two men nodded eagerly agreeing with you. Bakugou grabbed dishware for everyone and set them beside the layout of food. Kirishima let go off you, kissing your forehead and thanking you once more before going to fix his food. Katsuki smirked as he passed you, your eyes locking briefly before he placed a kiss on your cheek, shocking even himself, and thanking you as he walked to stand by Kirishima and made a plate.

You stood there, rubbing the cheek the blonde kissed and watching in awe as your roommates smiled at the other and nudged elbows, making small talk as they piled food onto their plates. It amazed you how cool and civil they were, having to know of the obvious crushes they both had on you. For a moment it made your small sense of guilt fade and you joined them.

Soon the three of you sat down, eating and talking with each other. The boys both asked you more about your childhood and family. Kirishima couldn’t get over how you said ‘cilantro’ with a Mexican accent, he’d ask you to repeat it over and over and asked you to say other common words that made your accent come out, making Bakugou chuckle as you entertained the red-head. You asked both of your friends about their own families, learning that Bakugou’s mom was pretty much a carbon copy of himself just female. Then Kirishima told you the story of how he got the cut above his eye, making you awe at him. It was so nice to have them around, making you realize what you were missing out on from living alone.

After eating, you all got up from the table to put your dishes in the sink. You went to go grab the sponge to wash them until you felt strong arms around your waist, jerking you away from the sink.

“Oh no mama, you cooked, we’ll clean! You’ve had a pretty big day, why don’t you go take a bath? Fortunately, my bathroom is the only one with a tub, so you lucked out there.”

You smiled at the men and thanked them, squeezing their arms before turning away and took off upstairs. The two red-eyed roommates cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes together. It was quiet between them but they both had the same thing on their mind - you. They wanted to tell the other how they felt about you so bad, but hesitated in fear of crushing their friend. Finally they both finished cleaning up the kitchen and looked at each other.

“We need to talk!”

Bakugou smirked, pushing away from the sink and going to the fridge, grabbing two beers out of it and handing one to his friend. Kirishima smiled and they both walked outside to sit on the front steps.

“So I guess it’s obvious that we’re both falling for her right?”

Katsuki hummed in agreement, taking a drink and sighing before he spoke, “And it’s also obvious that she’s possibly falling for both of us.”

The red-head nodded and rubbed the back of his neck.

“And here I thought we had a problem, she’s the one in a shitty situation you know. Probably thinking she has to choose between the two of us. If (Y/N) is as selfless as I think she is, then she won’t.”

Both of the men’s hearts dropped a bit. You were such a genuinely caring person and you wouldn’t dare come between them, especially now that you all lived together. Bakugou and Kirishima could be selfish and just go after you with everything they had like some kind of competition to see who got you first, but they didn’t want that, it would only tear you apart in the process and tear each other apart. Besides you, Kirishima was the only other person Bakugou cared about and was close to, there was no way he was going to fuck up the years of friendship, brotherhood, they built together. Kirishima felt equally the same.

Head hanging low, Bakugou sat quietly, rolling a rock under his toes against the concrete.

“What if she didn’t have to choose between us?” He blurted out, breaking Kiri’s thoughts.

The red-head looked at his friend with confusion and asked what he meant.

“Kiri, what if we like shared her? Like fucking Pikachu does, doesn’t he have like two boyfriends? We’d both get what we want and she would get what she wants and not feel torn down the middle.”

“You mean like a poly relationship? I didn’t know you were into that, I mean I’m not objecting.” Kirishima chuckled and took a drink.

Bakugou shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, if it were with some other guy, like Icy-Hot or Deku, I’d fucking kill them, but its you. We’ve been through a lot together and have shared a lot together. What makes this any different?”

Kirishima raised his eyebrows.

“Well a lot man, this is a person we’re talking about Kat, not a toy. We’d be sharing emotions, connections, time, everything man. And not that its the only thing that matters, but we’re humans and we’re physical creatures so we’d have to share affection with her, kisses, hugs - even sex. Are you truly okay with that?”

Kirishima turned his head to look at his friend. A sharp tooth chewing on his lip nervously. Maybe he thought about exactly this before and he never had any strong negative feelings about it. So far the three of you really worked well together. If he saw any other guy being flirty and handsy with you like Bakugou was, Kirishima would be green with envy but … that wasn’t the case here.

Bakugou chuckled, thinking nearly the same exact thing as his friend. If anyone were the jealous and possessive type, it was Katsuki Bakugou. Not like he had ever been in a serious relationship before, just hooked up here and there, but he wasn’t as walled-off as people thought he was. He wanted to experience whatever the fuck this was with you, even if it meant Kirishima was also involved, the fucker was involved in everything else in his life. They needed each other, so what, and that was shockingly okay with Bakugou.

The blonde smirked and looked at his friend, “Look Shitty Hair, long as she gave us an equal amount of attention, I’m down.”

Kirishima laughed warmly and rolled his eyes.

“Alright Blasty, so it’s not a weird idea and it could work out. She wouldn’t feel so like you said torn that’s for sure, I mean we both make her happy, what I lack you make up for and vice versa right? But just because we’re cool with this, doesn’t mean she will be, so how do you suggest we bring the topic up?”

“I guess we just let her come to us when she’s ready to talk, with her living with us now, I’m sure it won’t take long. In the meantime, if she makes a move on either of us then we’re cool with each other to accept it?”

Kirishima thought it over and smiled, nodding before holding up his bottle, “What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine?”

Bakugou flashed him a smirk and raised his own drink, the sound of glass clinking sounding off between them, sealing their agreement.

“I should get out, I’m starting to prune,” you hummed as you looked at your hands.

It had to of been a good 20 minutes that you spent in the bathtub, losing track of time while reading a book. After getting out and drying off, you took your hair down from its clip and put on a black tank top and some soft sleeping shorts then grabbed your book and dirty clothes before walking out and down to your bedroom. Once you disposed of the items, you decided to go back downstairs and see what your new roommates were up to.

Just as you walked out the door, so did Bakugou from his bathroom. Without looking up you knew it was him, given that Kiri’s room was on the other end of the hall.

“Oh your still – uhh, oh,” you gasped as you finally laid eyes on the shirtless blonde before you.

Your eyes raked over his toned and defined chest, lightly glistening as a few drops of shower water had yet to dry on his skin. Swallowing thickly, you weren’t exactly paying attention to how long you starred, you had only ever seen Bakugou in his work clothes and hero costume, not once catching him without a shirt, at least until now. You knew he’d be gorgeous but damn, this was illegal.

Katsuki noticed your eyes taking him in and chuckled.

“If you wanted to see me without fucking rags on all you had to do was ask princess, you didn’t have to wait outside my bathroom!”

His arrogant voice finally broke your thoughts and you rolled your eyes at him. Looking away and willing the blush on your face to subside while scratching at your neck.

“A-are you going to bed already?” You asked, trying to seem calm, leaning back against the wall.

Bakugou clicked his tongue and nodded, a hand coming up to ruffle his damp hair, “Yeah, why do you fucking need something gremlin?”

You smirked at him and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, “Well if you’re offering!”

You teased, expecting Bakugou to smart back off.

Instead, he smirked and took a step towards you, causing you to step sideways until he quickly placed both arms on either side of your head, trapping you against the wall. You quietly grunted and bit your lip again when his face came closer to yours, making your heartbeat and breathing quicken. One of his hands suddenly came up to rest on the side of your neck, his thumb tracing your jawline slowly and making you shudder. His touch was soft but demanding and made your eyes flutter at him, body going still.

His thumb then brushed over your bottom lip, coaxing it out from between your teeth and making you unconsciously whimper; this made Bakugou chuckle and grin wickedly as he traced your lip. His hungry red eyes never looking away from the soft piece of flesh. He leaned even closer, completely invading your space as his teeth bit down on the lip and sucked it softly. As soon as your taste was on his palette, Bakugou released you and dragged his teeth across your cheek where he placed a soft kiss and pulled away.

“Katsu,“ you breathed out as he looked at you with a pleased grin, his smug look gone and replaced with a softer one.

“I’m pretty beat from work princess. How about you go hangout with Red tonight, then tomorrow night me and you will hangout?” Bakugou finally spoke, cupping your cheek in his warm palm.

In utter shock, all you could do was nod. He placed another kiss on your forehead, hands moving on your body and turning it down the hall as he spoke a ‘goodnight’ and slipped into his room. You stood there for a few minutes going over what had just happened and how the crimson eyed blonde had just completely mind-fucked you.

“What the actual fuck!”

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thepinkwriterr · 5 years

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Loner // IT 2017 Chapter Twenty - Eight

David Bowie - Let's Dance

If you say run I'll run with you And if you say hide We'll hide Because my love for you Would break my heart in two If you should fall into my arms And tremble like a flowerLet's dance Let's dance For fear your grace should fall Let's dance For fear tonight is all Let's sway You could look into my eyes Let's sway Under the moonlight, this serious moonlightAnd if you say run I'll run with you And if you say hide We'll hide Because my love for you Would break my heart in two If you should fall into my arms And tremble like a flower

Danielle's POV

Unlocking the door, I sang the lyrics to Starman under my breath. "Bowie?" I smiled. "Yeah. It's been stuck in my head all day." "I like Bowie too. He's pretty cool." "Oh yeah. And hot too." I laughed as we walked up the steps.

"Wow..." Richie murmured as I opened my bedroom door. "What?" I laughed, setting my backpack on my bed. "You have so many records and cassettes." "Oh. Yeah. I've been collecting them for a while now." I pulled the stereo from my closet and sat it on my bed.

He sat the basket of cassette's on my bed behind the stereo. "Okay, first, you pick a tape you really like." I plucked Let's Dance by David Bowie from the basket. I handed it to him. He stuck it in the player slot.

"Now," He grabbed my hand and put it to the buttons on the stereo,"Press the play." He guided my hand around the stereo until we got to recording the first song. "And then repeat." He laughed, pressing the stop button.

We spent half an hour making the first tape. "Wow," I breathed out after we were finished,"I can't believe you do this all the time." He laughed, fumbling with his lighter and cigarettes. "Now I feel bad about the one you made me."

He shook his head, taking the tape from the stereo,"I had fun making it. You have a really good taste in music." I smiled,"Thank you."

"Now," He pulled a sticky label out,"We write the songs." I grabbed a pen from my desk, turning back to him. "I would help write them, but my handwriting is shitty." I laughed,"I think it has character."

"And...we're done." He grinned, handing me the tape.

Side One

David Bowie - Let's Dance

David Bowie - China girl

David Bowie - Space Oddity

David Bowie - Rock N Roll Suicide

David Bowie - Eight Line Poem

David Bowie - Starman

David Bowie - Life On Mars

David Bowie - Fill Your Heart

David Bowie - As The World Falls Down

Side Two

Queen - Fat Bottomed Girls

Queen - Somebody To Love

Queen - Killer Queen

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love

T. Rex - Debora

T. Rex - Cosmic Dancer

T. Rex - Jeepster

T. Rex - 20th Century Boy

T. Rex - Girl

"Well, thank you." I grinned at him, looking into his eyes. "No problem." He smiled, staring right back into my eyes. Our faces were centimeters apart. "So um..." I trailed off, then laughed. He laughed as well.

He leaned in, closing the gap between us. Revisiting his soft lips was like going back to my childhood vacation home. The blush left behind on my cheeks was the souvenir I took home in my suitcase. His hand lingering on my flushed cheek was the sunburn that coated my shoulders.

When we parted I could tell his hand was on my cheek, but I couldn't feel the sensation, my face was far too hot.

Kali's POV

"How does a date sound? Uh-uh-Saturday." I laughed at her nervous state,"Yes. Of course, yes!" "Then it's a date." She smiled. "It's a date." I repeated.

I watched her walk away, feeling my heart gush for her. I can't believe I'm going on a date with the most beautiful girl in Derry...

Danielle's POV

He was smiling at me when I stared into his eyes. I knew I was smiling as well. He leaned back in, but I pulled away. His brows knitted together in confusion when he realized I hadn't kissed back this time.

"Richie," I stood,"I can't keep doing this. You kiss me and then pretend like you hate me!" He stood to meet my stance, towering over me.

"Because I love you! You make me such a fucking mess! I love everything about you! Your hair, your smile, the way you smell, your freckles, your cute little waist, the way you walk, your voice, how you look at me. How you can forgive me even when you know you shouldn't. I love every single little fucking detail about you and it's fucking ripping me apart." His face was sullen.

I was at a loss for words. "You know what," He grabbed his things,"I'm just gonna go." He started to walk out, but I stopped him. "No. Stay. Please." I grabbed the lapels of his jean jacket.

He sighed, looking down at me. "Richie...I-I..." I stuttered, not being able to get what I wanted to say out. The sunlight pouring in through my window reached his eyes, lightning them into an inhuman beauty.

Those beautiful eyes. Those Sienna eyes that I had grown to love. Love? Really Danielle? Do I love him... No, no I couldn't. I can't. But god, those eyes were so inviting and made me feel so warm that I could look into them at the depths of the sea and still feel at home.

Maybe I do love him. No, I know I love him. I mean, how could you not love someone who made you feel like they built the sun, just for you? How could you not love someone who made you feel that every breath you took was the first that had ever been taken? How could you not love someone who made you feel as if they didn't need music, that your voice was the only melody they ever needed. So how could I not be in love with him?

"-I need you." He sighed again, looking down at me through his thick glasses. I wanted to tell him what I felt, but I couldn't bring myself to. Looking at his cold, pale face brought me an uneasy feeling I couldn't get rid of.

He stepped back, nodding,"Okay." The doorbell sounded. I ignored it, wanting to soak up as much Richie as I could. It stopped, but I heard the door open and James's steady voice ring out,"Hello Sista'!" I sighed at the sound.

"Hold on." I rushed down the stairs, seeing him standing in the living room. "Hey." He grinned. "I-um-I'm still not ready to talk to you." He sighed, looking dejected. "C'mon, I'm grieving over here." "Grieve somewhere else." He groaned,"Well, I'm just here to check on you. Dad's orders." I rolled my eyes,"Don't care. Leave me alone."

I traveled back up the stairs, opening the door to my room. "Can we go back to your apartment?" He nodded again, "Get your stuff." I slipped my shoes on and grabbed a light jacket.

When we made it down the stairs James was tucked away in his room, Chili Peppers blaring. "Ready?" He asked, standing at the door. I nodded.

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cruesixxlover1991 · 5 years

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Slice Of Your Pie

Ch. 2 Red Hot

A/N: Hey you guys! Sorry it’s been awhile since I posted a new chapter. It was a super crazy busy week at work and by the time I got home I had no energy left to post. I also realize I forgot to put a summary of the story for chapter 1 as well, my bad you guys. If anyone wants to be added to the taglist for this story, please send me an ask. Now, enough of me babbling, let’s get on with this crazy love story.

Word Count: 3k

Triggers: Mentions of drug use and drug overdose, and language.

Summary: Veronica “Ronnie” Halliwel is a 22 year old rhythm guitarist who has been lookg for a new band ever since her last band ended after the tragic heroin overdose of their lead singer, Marie Dawson. She returned to work at her local Denny’s to make ends for her and her daughter, Alannah. Her luck changes when her uncle, Mick Mars, infamous guitarist for Motley Crue, comes to Ronnie with the offer of a lifetime: To become Motley Crue’s new rhythm guitarist. Ronnie jumps at the opportunity and also happens to catch the eyes of a certain bass player, who instantly falls for her insane beauty and absolute I don’t give a fuck attitude. Ronnie finds herself drawn to Nikki as well, but what she doesn’t know is the crazy road of decadence, chaos, and sex, drugs, and rock and roll that Nikki takes her on? Join Ronnie on this crazy journey as she finds true love amidst the chaos of her rock and roll lifestyle. Even if that love may very well end up being the death of her.

Taglist: @beachystars @putbloghere @riverhaim1980 @nikkisixxwiththebass

@kat-976

1983

I was barely able to sleep that night due to my mind racing with excitement at the thought of meeting with Uncle Mick and the rest of the Crue the next afternoon. What if the rest of them didn't like my playing? Finally after awhile, i pushed the covers aside and got out of bed, knowing that sleep just wasn't going to happen. I grabbed my guitar and made my way to the living room. I quietly started to strum the chords to one my old songs, Misery Business(I'll be using Paramore songs for the She-Wolves). I close my eyes and let the music take me over. I start remembering performing this song for the first time and let myself smile at the memory.

Flashback, Whisky A Go-Go 1978

My heart was beating crazily in my chest as I sat in front of the vanity in my dressing room at the Whisky, getting ready for our first performance ever as a band.We had played at parties and smaller venues but nothing to this extent before. We had been putting up fliers all over the sunset strip all week, hoping to build a decent crowd for tonight. I looked over at Lyssa, watching her twirl her drumsticks in her hand and bounce up and down excitedly in her chair as she grinned at herself in the mirror. I always loved Lyssa's high energy, it was the first thing the drew us towards when looking for a drummer. A little bit further down our lead guitarist, Samantha, sitting there with a serious expression on her face as she plucked some chords on her guitar. Marie, our lead singer and my best friend, was sat right next to me, putting the finishing touches on her winged eye-liner and smirking at her reflection. We heard a knock on the door and turned our heads and told them to enter. Our manager, Beth Greene,(Did y'all see what I did there? Lolz) poked her head in the door and smiled at all of us, "Girls! Five minutes to show time!!!" We all stood up, Samantha and myself grabbing our guitars, Lyssa still twirling her drumsticks, and Marie smirking at herself one last time in the mirror before we all walked out of the dressing room and towards the stage. We all walked to our respective spots on the stage, taking in a deep breath as Marie tapped our set list to the side of the amp, walking back to her microphone, "Hey LA!!! Are you ready to rock and roll??? We are The She-Wolves and this song right here is called Misery Business!!!" The crowd went crazy as the lights come on and Samantha went into the beginning riff of Misery Business and Marie began to sing the lyrics:I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top

She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock

It's a matter of time before we all run out

When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth

I waited eight long months

She finally set him free

I told him I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me

Two weeks and we had caught on fire

She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile

Whoa, well I never meant to brag

But I've gotten what I wanted now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But God does it feel so good

'Cause I got him where I want him now

And if you could then you know you would

'Cause God it just feels so

It just feels so good

Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change

Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry that'll never change

And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged

I'm sorry honey, I passed out, now look this way

Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you

Looking as innocent as possible to get to who

They want and what they like, it's easy if you do it right

Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!

Whoa, well I never meant to brag

But I've gotten what I wanted now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But God does it feel so good

'Cause I got him where I want him now

And if you could then you know you would

'Cause God it just feels so

It just feels so good

I watched his wildest dreams come true

Not one of them involving you

Just watch my wildest dreams come true

Not one of them involving

Whoa, well I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, well I never meant to brag

But I've gotten what I wanted now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But God does it feel so good

'Cause I got him where I want him now

And if you could then you know you would

'Cause God it just feels so

It just feels so good

Marie belts out the final note and the crowd goes even wilder and begins to chant out our name. I couldn't believe how amazing this felt. I had never felt anything close to this performing before and it was absolutely addicting. It was from that moment forward that I knew that this would be my true calling, what I was meant to do for the rest of my life. I knew that nothing would ever come close to the absolute thrill and rush of performing in front of a crowd, the vibe and energy were absolutely unreal. We all looked at each other and smiled as we began our next song, Crushcrushcrush........

End Of Flashback

I smirk as the memory fades and I place the guitar down on the couch next to me. That was without a doubt the greatest night of my life, next to the night Alannah was born of course. . I will never forget the rush adrenaline going through as we performed that night. It was the thing I had missed the most, that rush and feeling like your on the absolute top of the world and nothing could bring you down. There was absolutely nothing that came close to it. I grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and laid down, finally feeling relaxed enough to sleep. I remember as I was finally slipping to the dark abyss of sleep having a feeling that tomorrow would absolutely change my life forever and I couldn't wait to go on this crazy new adventure and finally fulfill my dreams of becoming a rock star. I expected the journey to be crazy but nothing could prepare me for the absolute insane train-wreck of debauchery and decadence that motley crue would take me on. Especially a particular bassist, who would become not only become my best friend but would eventually worm his way into my heart and become the love of my life as well. And this here, is where our love story truly begins.

The next day couldn't go by fast enough for me. It felt as if time was purposely going by slowly just to screw with me that day. It also didn't help that it was a particularly slow day at the diner for once, which was really unusual for a Friday afternoon. I kept drumming my fingers against the counter top, staring at the clock as it tortuously moved ever so slowly. It had been over thirty minutes since my last customer had left and I was bored out of my mind. I mean, a girl can only clean the same tables so many times before she loses it, right? I jumped up when I heard the bell on the door go off as a customer walked in. It was an elderly gentlemen. I walked over to him, got him sat at his table, handed him a menu, got his drink order, an walked away to give him time to decided what he wanted. I brought over his coffee, put in his lunch order, which was a turkey sandwich and bowl of chili, and waited for our cook, Lauren, to complete his order. Once his meal was ready I brought it to him and offered to refill his coffee. He sat there and read the paper as he ate his lunch. Once he finished, he paid his bill and left me a generous ten dollar type, which totally made my day. Once I cleared off his table and brought his dishes to the back to be washed, I looked up at the clock and it was finally time for me to get off work and go pick up Alannah from school. I smiled to myself as I walked to the back, hung up my apron and walked out the back door to my car. I remember the car ride to pick up Alannah being a blur as all I could think about was how my excitement rose the closer I got to my meeting with the boys. I picked her up from school and rushed home so I could change and start getting ready.

I rushed up to the apartment door to unlock it, rushing inside and to my bedroom to change out of my work uniform. I chose a cheap trick crop top, black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and doc martens as my outfit. I fixed my makeup in my vanity mirror and put my hair in my signature ponytail. I smile at myself in the mirror, loving how my look turned out. I walk out to the living room and check on Alannah, seeing her working on her homework at the coffee table. I grab my keys off the side table by the couch and look at Alannah, letting her know it's time to go to the meeting. She jumps up from the floor and starts following me to the door. We get in the car and head to the studio. My heart started beating wildly in my chest from the excitement I felt. I couldn't stop smiling the entire car ride there. This was an absolutely amazing opportunity and I planned to take full advantage of it. I squealed to myself as we pulled into the parking lot, my excitement overwhelming me for a moment. I couldn't believe the moment was finally here. I grabbed Alannah's hand and walked into the lobby of the studio, going to the front desk to find out where we needed to go. I let the pretty brunette receptionist know my name and she immediately called upstairs to let my Uncle Mick know I was here so he could head down to the lobby to come get us. We waited a few minute until we head the ding of the elevator and looked over to see Uncle Mick making his way towards us. We both got up and ran to him so we could wrap him up in a hug. It had been a couple months since we had last seen him and we had missed him dearly. He chucked and looked down at us "God it's so good to see both of my girls, I have missed you guys so much!!!!" We finally let him and he put his arm around my shoulder as he lead me and Alannah up to the studio. We made idle chat and caught up with one another as we waited for the elevator to take us to the proper floor. The elevator finally stopped and we made our way out as the doors opened.

We followed Uncle Mick as he lead us through the hallways to motley's studio. We kept walking fora few more minutes until we finally got to a door that said: Motley Crue recording in Progress. Uncle Mick opened the door and we walked in the room, the other three band members stopping their conversation and turning around to face us. . I saw smiles appear on all of their faces as they looked me up and down, especially Nikki, bassist and primary songwriter for the band. Uncle Mick introduced me to each member, starting with Vince, who tried to wiggle his eyes suggestively as I shook his hand, than Tommy, who had the biggest smile on his face and exuded the most amazing energy. I instantly loved his vibe, it reminding me of Lyssa's insane energy. God, those two would be perfect for each other if they met. Last but certainly not least, we finally got to Nikki, who had the biggest smirk on his face as we walked his way. I finally took the time to get a good look at him and my god, I couldn't believe how absolutely gorgeous he was. His black hair was teased to absolute perfect, sticking up in every direction, black liner lined his gorgeous emerald green eyes, he wore a black leather jacket with leather pants and a black shirt that Fuck on the front of it. To say that I was awestruck would have been the understatement of the fucking century. I remember him taking my hand in his and bringing it to his plush pink lips so he could place a soft kiss to the back of it and winked at me as Uncle Mick introduce us, making a soft pink blush rush to my cheeks. Looking back at it now, I should've known than and there that he would be trouble but by god I just couldn't bring myself to care. All I knew is that the moment I looked into his eyes, I was absolutely done for and there was no going back. We all talked for awhile getting to know one another a little better, Alannah sitting in the corner coloring in the coloring book Mick had set up for her. After awhile, we all decided to start jamming and grabbed our instruments while Vince walked up to the mic. We had decided to play Red Hot a song of their new album. Uncle Mick took a minute to show me the riffs and we both began to jam together, Tommy joining in on the drums and Nikki following right behind on his bass. Vince began belting the lyrics into the microphone:

Fight for the black shark

See what evil brings

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Love from a shotgun

License to kill

Can't you see we're out for blood?

The kids scream in fright through the night

Loving every bite with delight

And we blow out our minds with your truth

And together we stand for the youth

Red Hot, red hot

To the top, we are

Red hot, shout at the devil

We've laughed at your wars

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Run with the pack, now

Always ask for more

Can't you see we're out for blood?

The kids scream in fright through the night

Loving every bite with delight

And we blow out our minds with your truth

And together we stand for the youth

Red Hot, red hot

To the top, we are

Red hot, shout at the devil

We've laughed at your wars

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Run with the pack, now

Always ask for more

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Red Hot, red hot

To the top, we are

Red hot, shout at the devil

We've laughed at your wars

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Run with the pack, now

Always ask for more

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Uncle Mick wailed out the final guitar riff as Vince belted out the final note. We all looked to each other and smirked. Our frist jam session together had been absolutely insane and we could all fee the chemistry between us. I had never felt anything like it, even when I was with the She-Wolves did I feel this type of magic. I will never forget that moment for the rest of my life. It was the moment I knew that I had finally found my band after having searched for so long and it was absolutely amazing. I remember looking around at all the guys and locking eyes with Nikki once again and smiling at him. He plastered his signature smirk on his face, put down his bass and began walking over to me. Once he reached me he wrapped his arms around me in a hug and looked down at me and said, "I know I speak for myself and everyone here when I say welcome to the band Ronnie Halliwel." My face broke out in a huge smile and I wrapped my arms around him and just kept shouting "Thank you. Thank you guys so much! I'm so excited to work with you guys!!!" I grabbed Alannah and swung her around in my arms, I hadn't bee this happy in so long. I couldn't believe my luck. I looked around the room one more time and locked eyes with Nikki once again. I smiled to myself and looked away. I couldn't wait to begin this crazy adventure and also to get to know Nikki better as well. Something told me he would be a huge part of my journey. Little did I know how right that would turn out to be.

#nikki sixx fanfiction #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #motley crue #motely crue fan fiction #the dirt movie #the dirt book #the dirt fandom #motley crue fandom #heavy metal #1980s #rock and roll

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Hallucinate - Matt Murdock x Powered! Reader Part 3

Series Summary: When members of a criminal organization start flooding precincts all over New York, turning themselves in, Daredevil must investigate to see what new player has them running for the hills.

Chapter Summary: Daredevil struggles to keep his new partner in check. Meanwhile, Matt attempts to play it cool during a lunch date.

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood, cursing, and cuteness lol

Author’s note: I’m having way too much fun with these Star Wars references

“I saw a couple of my old... pals show up the other night...” Mr. Mackie murmured, sipping at the cup of coffee Matt had finagled to get him.

“I told an old buddy of mine to keep an eye out for anything suspicious out there... you did a good thing telling me about it, Mr. Mackie.” Matt said, giving his client a small smile. He was much less anxious now that he knew Matt wasn’t a threat.

“Jim... call me Jim...”

“Okay, Jim,” Matt nodded, “is there anything else you can tell me? The more information you give us the more we can help protect you from...” Matt motioned his hands vaguely “whatever it is that’s going on.”

Mr. Mackie slowly nodded, sighing softly before setting down the styrofoam cup. “You know what they did down there?” he asked, his eyes low.

Matt bit his lip slightly, leaning back into his chair. “My buddy told me...”

Matt could hear him sniffle, his nerves beginning to bite at him again. “I never helped with any of that... I was a driver...”

Matt tried his best to hide his discomfort. Driver or not, he was still complicit in what was going on. Of course, Matt couldn’t tell him that and risk losing his only informant.

“If you want to right any wrong that you've done,” Matt began, feeling Mr. Mackie slowly look up at him, “You need to tell me more...”

“City Morgue.”

Matt’s jaw tightened at that, gripping the flip phone.

“God, I’m just kidding.” (Y/n) huffed.

“I got a lead.” Matt said, turning on his Daredevil voice.

“Well well well,” he could practically see her coy smile just from her tone, “and here I was thinking you just wanted a pretty girl’s phone number.”

Matt bit his lip, lifting his head and listening for anyone nearby that set off any red flags for him. He lowered his head again, continuing on his way to the office. “Do you want the info? Or would you rather keep scouting that dock, hoping your guy shows up?”

“Sure sounds like a dumb plan when you say it with that attitude, lemme have it.”

There were two locations Mr. Mackie had given Matt, warehouses on opposite ends of Hell’s kitchen. Once the drivers would pick up their ‘cargo,’ the vans would split up and go to the separate buildings.

“I have no idea which one your guy would be at, but our best bet is to scope out those buildings.”

“It’s a date. We meet at the docks at 11. Don’t be late.” Before Matt could respond, (Y/n) hung up, earning an exasperated sigh from him.

He got to the office and relayed the information to Foggy and Karen, hoping to retreat into his office before either of them started to interrogate him about the case.

“Matt are you sure you can trust her?” Karen asked, just as he was about to close his office door. “I mean, sure she’s not killing people now, but you don’t know what could set her off. What could make her turn on you...”

Matt turned back to her, keeping his hand on the doorknob and leaning against the door frame. “My safest bet is to earn her trust, work with her and try to keep that from happening...”

“And the bar?” Foggy spoke up, his tone unusually serious.

“If I can keep tabs on (Y/n) (L/n) the person and (Y/n) (L/n) the Sith Lord, it’ll be easier to make sure she doesn’t do something dangerous.” Matt explained.

He could tell his friends were hesitant, he didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that.

“I know you guys are worried... but this is the best way to make sure no one gets killed while she’s on her war path-”

The sound of his phone ringing cut him off. Not his burner phone, but his personal phone.

Call from: (Y/n). Call from: (Y/n). Call from-

Matt quickly retreated into his office, slamming the door shut before Foggy and Karen could lunge for it and try to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Hello?” he answered, turning his back to the door.

“Matt?” there was that voice again, as sweet as it was Friday at the bar.

“Yeah, this is Matt.”

“It’s (Y/n)... from Josie’s...”

Matt chuckled softly at her nervousness, making his way towards his desk. “Thank God, thought it was the (Y/n) I owed money... I don’t owe you money, do I? I was pretty tipsy that night.”

(Y/n) laughed on the other end, causing a genuine smile to break out on Matt’s features.

“No, no you don’t owe me money... but I was wondering if you had any plans for lunch?”

Matt, who had been in the process of sitting back into his chair, fell to the floor with a THUD that felt like it might have alerted the people downstairs.

“Are you okay?! What was that?”

“N-nothing, nothing! Just thought I knew where my chair was!” He laughed nervously, quickly getting up and sitting in his chair. “I don’t have any plans... where did you wanna meet?”

“Somewhere close to you, you’re probably busy so I don’t wanna keep you long...” she trailed off.

“There’s a good deli nearby... is that good?” he asked, tapping his fingers against the arm of his chair. Why the Hell was he so nervous? Maybe it was because he thought he’d be the one calling her to make sure she was on her best behavior, not her calling for a lunch date.

Matt gave her the address and a time he was free, breathing a sigh of relief once he hung up.

“Matt, the deli’s fine, really!”

“The deli was fine until you told me you haven’t had a slice of actual New York style pizza yet.” he smiled, snickering as he led her towards one of the few pizzerias that didn’t kill his tastebuds with over-processed, frozen ingredients.

“Here I am, trying to be considerate and keep you from skipping work, and you run me all over town just to get me some pizza.” (Y/n) huffed, tightening her grip on Matt’s arm as he sped up.

“It’s literally around the corner, cmon.” he insisted.

Once they arrived, Matt gave her a chance to take her time with the menu. Her giggles caught his attention, causing him to raise an eyebrow at her.

“They have a ‘Daredevil Special.’” she laughed. Matt obviously hadn’t seen that addition to the menu, he couldn’t hold back his own chuckle as she read off the toppings.

“It’s got pepperoni, spicy Italian sausage, mushrooms and red hot chili peppers that, and I’m quoting, ‘give it a kick even the devil can’t handle.’ Oh, I gotta get this.”

“Think you can handle all that hotness?” he smirked, earning another giggle from her.

“If he asked nicely I could... oh, you’re talking about the pizza?” she smiled, the waiter taking her attention off him long enough for him to hide the slight flush of his cheeks.

He told her about his parents, leaving out the part where his mom was a nun, told her about the orphanage, and meeting Foggy in college.

Even though he was being as honest as a vigilante could be about his past, he could tell she was holding back as well. All she told him was where she grew up, what her family was like, and that she had gone to school for photojournalism.

She didn’t specify whether or not she got her degree, but Matt wasn’t able to press for details since she hastily changed the subject.

It was hard to discern what was flirting and what was just Matt trying to keep up the charm, those things often intermingled with one another. He knew who she was, what she was capable of, and that once she was finished in Hell’s Kitchen she’d probably leave. All that to say, it wasn’t enough to keep him from actually having fun during their lunch date.

He almost spat up his coke when he heard her panic at one of the hot peppers on her slice of pizza. She kept insisting it just got her by surprise, but her failure to compose herself and each little sniffle had him biting back his laughter. He made it up to her by buying her a milkshake, which she gratefully accepted.

The walk back to the office was relatively quiet, save for the clunk of (Y/n)’s boots beside Matt’s formal shoes. He could feel her occasionally turn to look at him, hear the muscles in her cheeks move as she would smile softly before looking back down at her feet.

“If it’s not too soon, maybe we could go out to dinner?” Matt asked, despite the voice in his head telling him he was going too far.

Her smile dropped, “O-oh, uh, I actually have plans tonight.” she sputtered.

“Oh...” Matt totally forgot, maybe this was good? Keep himself form looking suspicious. “Sorry-”

“No no, it’s not your fault-”

“I got a couple case files I gotta look at anyway. Maybe we can try for a night when we’re both not busy?” he offered.

She nodded slightly, catching herself after a split second. “Yeah, just gimme a call.”

They exchanged their goodbyes, Matt listening to her heart beat grow further and further away as he made his way up the stairs to the office.

When Matt got to the docks, he immediately went towards the scent of pizza that lingered on (Y/n).

“It’s 11:01.” (Y/n) said, her eyes glued to the Hudson as she spoke.

“Had a hot date.” was his simple reply.

(Y/n) scoffed softly, turning to face him and crossing her arms.

“So which warehouse are we making a move on first? It would be easier to divide and conquer-”

“We don’t do this alone. We go together, that was the deal.” he interrupted her, his tone stern.

She opened her mouth, ready to object, until Daredevil held up a hand to silence her.

“You hear that...?” he asked, tilting his head to focus his hearing, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by his partner.

“No... but I feel it.” She approached the edge of the roof the stood on, slowly crouching with Daredevil following suit.

Black vans, almost identical to the ones the other night, parked at the shipping containers as they had before. In the distance, Matt could hear the familiar yacht engine approaching.

“It doesn’t make any sense... why come back here when they know this space is compromised?” He wondered aloud.

“This is the only dock that Blum could get his grubby hands on without any cartels or gangs objecting to it... If they’re still conducting business, this is his only access to the goods.” (Y/n) murmured, watching as armed guards exited their vans, awaiting the arrival of the cargo.

“How do you know?” he asked, turning his head her way.

She seemed to tense at this. Attempting to seem unfazed, she took hold of his hand and stood straight. “Just something I overheard.”

Before Matt knew it, he and (Y/n) were in the air high above the shipping containers, an uncomfortable feeling for someone who was used to keeping his feet on the ground.

He felt as if his whole weight was supported by her, easing his nerves about the endeavor.

“We have to destroy that yacht, it’s our only hope of making sure they don’t get ahold of anymore innocent people while we’re on the job.” she said, keeping her voice low as she pulled him closer.

“We make our move once the people are off the boat... there’s only a handful go guards, we can take them easily.”

(Y/n) nodded at his instructions, ready to strike the second he gave the signal.

Once the yacht was docked and the people were being dragged to the vans, (Y/n) let go of Daredevil, controlling his fall and helping him land just beside a guard so he could knock them out.

He heard her swoop down and take a second guard out, but something was up. None of the prisoners were trying to make a break for it, none of them were crying, not even breaking a sweat.

Just as it clicked, each ‘prisoner’ grabbed the secondary weapon from the holsters of the person restraining them, and began firing at the vigilantes.

Daredevil leapt towards (Y/n), narrowly dodging the gunfire and ducking behind one of the large, metal containers with her safely in his arms.

“Son of a bitch, they knew we’d come!” she shouted over the gunfire.

“Can’t you freeze them in place?” he yelled back, the sounds of their approaching footsteps forced him to pull her further into the mini maze of containers.

“Not a group this big, I can only get a couple of them!”

“That’ll have to do!” With that, he leapt out from their hiding spot, fighting off a goon who was attempting to sneak up on them.

(Y/n) flew into the air, one arm shielding her from the bullets while the other froze the guards furthest from her partner. Daredevil made quick work of them, bouncing back and forth between the guards she had been unable to get ahold of.

She decided to let her guard down and use her free hand to pull the weapons from the guards Daredevil was trying to take down, ensuring none would be able to land a blow or fire at him while his back was turned.

Matt heard the gunshot before he heard the sniper that had been waiting patiently on the yacht. He then heard the bullet plow through her left shoulder.

It wasn’t deadly, but it was enough to make her lose her concentration and fall onto one of the containers. The newly freed guards, though clearly winded, raised their weapons, forcing Daredevil to focus on them rather than run to his partner’s aid.

It took a moment for the pain to set in, especially from all the adrenaline. Once it did, (Y/n) yelped and whimpered, reaching up and poking her fingers through the wound. Matt heard her squeal as she yanked out the bullet, a small metallic clatter following suit.

(Y/n) slowly sat up, breathing hard as she stared at the glint of the marksman scope on the balcony of the vessel.

“No, get down!” Daredevil barked at her. He shoved the last of the goons to the ground and tried to make a move to get to her.

But it was too late.

He heard the sniper scream as he was flung off the boat and into the freezing waters of the Hudson.

(Y/n) slowly got up, her arms outstretched towards the yacht.

Her arms shook as she slowly levitated into the air, ignoring Daredevil’s calls for her to stop.

Grinding metal, screeching wires, and busting pipes engulfed his hearing. He turned to the ship, his radar allowing him to see the work she was doing.

With a howl that was a mix of sheer anger and pain, (Y/n) split the ship in two, sending the halves sinking into the river.

“Holy shit...” Matt breathed, slowly turning his head back in (Y/n)’s direction in time so hear her fall back onto the shipping container.

He hoisted himself up, kneeling beside her and pressing his hand to her wound. He ignored her groans of pain, instead telling her they needed to get her treated.

“No hospitals...” she grunted, “can... do it myself...”

She gasped as Daredevil lifted her into his arms. He jumped onto the ground and held her tighter once he heard the police approaching.

“We won’t get far like this...” he panted.

“Just hide us... I’ll take care of it.” she groaned. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but still attempted to give him a reassuring look as he ran into an open shipping container.

Matt leaned her up against a crate, sitting beside her. She sounded like she just ran a marathon, he could hear her head lulling back and forth. “You sure you can do this?”

Before she could answer, the breaks of the numerous police cars squealed to a halt. They listened as the officers began handcuffing baddies and searching the area for any stragglers.

One approached the open container.

(Y/n) grabbed Daredevil’s hand, giving it a small squeeze. She slowly raised her hand in front of them, shutting her eyes and focusing on the officer about to find them.

Matt swore she was looking right at them. But she turned and left.

The duo gave a collective sigh of relief and (Y/n) opted to rest her head against his shoulder.

“I think we better call it a night...”

“Took the words right outta my mouth, D...”

#Matt Murdock #Matthew Murdock #matt murdock x reader #matthew murdock x reader #Daredevil #daredevil x reader #Daredevil series #Hallucinate series

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silenceindetroit · 6 years

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Me getting close to finishing the end of chapter 10: and I feel God in this Chili’s tonight

#so much happens i hope y'all are ready!!!#out hopefully tomorrow we'll see!

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Cradle Broken Glass - Chapter Thirty Four

Layla woke up to the faint sound of snoring. She looked to the other side of the bed to see Eddie, completely naked without the blankets covering him, laying on his stomach, his hair looking like a bird’s nest, his mouth slightly open and snoring like a caveman. She had to hold her hand up to her mouth to stop her from bursting out laughing at the position he was in. She ran her eyes down his body and couldn’t help but appreciate the toned nature of his form. His shoulders were broad, his back muscled and his waist tapered. And his ass was a thing of the Gods. She leaned over to his side of the bed and rested the side of her body against his back, leaning down and biting down on his ear, before she started to lick and kiss his neck. The snores turned into moans and Layla giggled as he breathed out her name, not knowing if he was awake of dreaming. She was about to move down to kiss his shoulders when he jumped up and grabbed her, rolling them over so that she was underneath him, both wrestling around in the sheets as she screamed and laughed in delight.

“What time is it?” Eddie asked, mumbling into the pillow as he rested his whole body on top of her.

“If you stop suffocating me I will check.” She said and Eddie laughed, before rolling off of her back to his side of the bed. She picked up her watch from the dressing table next to her.

“It’s nearly midday.” She said

“Shit.” He replied and quickly got out of the bed.

“What?” She asked confused.

“I should have put an alarm on. We’ve got to leave soon if we have any chance of getting to San Diego by tonight.” He said as he started to get dressed, and she soon followed. She noticed the dark circles beneath his eyes and put it down to the driving he had done yesterday. It was nearly a 20-hour journey and they still had about 9 hours to go. Layla moved and packed all her things up as Eddie did the same, and they both left the room, Eddie going to the front reception to pay while Layla put their things in the car. Once everything was paid and set up, they got on the road again.

*****

It had been five hours and Layla was bored. She had ended up continually poking Eddie in the ribs as he drove just to give her something to do, and every time she did, he would jump out of his seat and try to push himself as much as he could into the door on his side to get away from her. But even that had become boring. She sighed loudly as she fidgeted around in the passenger seat, trying to find something to entertain herself with. The radio was turned on and Eddie had been putting tapes in the whole afternoon, but she only started to pay attention when she heard the opening notes of Big Dumb Sex by Soundgarden playing. She tapped her fingers on the dashboard to the beat.

“Don’t you, don’t you want to thrill me?” She sang out in her best high-pitched Chris impersonation. Eddie turned to her and started to laugh his ass off.

“Yeah, IIIIIIIIII know what to do.” She sang out and pointed towards Eddie.

“I’m gonna fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you.” She finished and she felt like she deserved both a Grammy and an Oscar for her Cornell impression. Eddie nearly swerved in the road as he watched her rendition and laughed so hard he was crying. After the song was over he was still laughing and Layla felt proud of herself that she had managed to cause that.

“If you keep on singing that I’m going to have to pull over and we may never make it to San Diego.” He said, and Layla burst out laughing too.

*****

Layla could smell the ocean before she saw it. They had been in the car all day and her body was cramped up from the position she was in. Eddie started to slow down and turned off a road. Layla looked up and saw a beach house at the end of the road. She immediately fell in love with it and looked up at the white-washed wood with wonder. Eddie stopped the car and got out, grabbing their things from the trunk while Layla slowly got out of the car and admired her surroundings. Even though it was dark, the house was illuminated by garden lights, and she could hear the waves crashing into the beach to her left. Eddie moved in front of her and got to the door, taking a key out from under a plant pot and opening the door. He gestured for her to walk inside and she was enamoured even more. It was all open plan, with white washed wood walls and flooring, everything was either white or blue. There was a simple kitchen at the back, leading to double doors which lead out to a veranda. The living room had two couches and a small table, but looked like the most comfortable place to curl up in after a day at the beach. She looked to her left and saw a door leading to a bedroom that had a massive bed, filled with pillows. It was the most amazing place she had ever seen, and she couldn’t believe that Eddie had decided to take her there.

“Do you like it?” Eddie asked from behind her. She turned around and noticed the nervous expression on his face as he awaited her reaction.

“Do I like it? Eddie this place is absolute heaven!” She exclaimed, and Eddie’s expression changed to one of joy. She ran over to him and threw herself in his arms and he returned the embrace, laughing as she nearly squeezed him to death.

“How about I get the rest of out stuff out of the car and you go and order us some takeout, ‘cause I doubt there’s any food in this place.” He said and Layla nodded before placing a kiss on his lips. He pulled away and started to walk out the door.

“There’s loads of leaflets in the draw by the sofa by the way.” He called out to her and she moved to the living room to hunt for them. She looked through all the restaurants, slightly at awe over the amount of leaflets, until she found a Chinese place that looked like it was the best out of her options. She called them up and ordered everything, trying to remember what Eddie had brought her the night they had first kissed. She tried to order as many vegetarian options as possible, even though the picture of the crispy chili beef made her mouth water. By the time she had hung up, Eddie joined her on the sofa. He collapsed on top of her, his head in her lap.

“I’m so fucking tired.” He said as he released a sigh.

“I’m not surprised, you’ve been driving for two days straight.” She said with a laugh and he only groaned in response. She moved her hands and placed them in his hair, massaging his scalp and temples as he closed him eyes.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He said and Layla continued doing what she was doing, giving him a head massage and kneading the tops of his shoulders. They stayed that way for ages, their breaths and the faint sound of waves the only things that could be heard in the beach house. Eddie groaned as Layla massaged his temples, nearly falling asleep at her touch. And then someone knocked on the door.

“I’ll get it.” She said and Eddie moaned in thanks, barely even moving to let her up from the sofa. She paid for their food and placed it on the table in front of the couch, before retrieving plates and cutlery from the kitchen. Eddie sat up and began to open the boxes of food, pilling everything on his plate, and making Layla laugh. For such a small guy he had the biggest appetite, no matter how tired. They ate in a comfortable silence, until every last bit of food was gone.

“We better go shopping tomorrow unless we want to live off of takeout for breakfast.” Layla said, and Eddie laughed quietly. He stared up at her and pushed a tendril of hair away from her face, leaning in and kissing her on her collarbone. He leaned back up and gave her a sly grin, going back to his original position, and not paying her any attention. She knew he was doing this on purpose, trying to get her to beg for attention. But she decided that two could play at his game. She stood up from the couch.

“I’m going to go and take a shower.” She said innocently, and Eddie looked up at her, amused, thinking that he had won, and she was too shy to come onto him. However, the amusement dropped from his face when Layla pulled her shirt up and over her head, taking her clothes off as she moved around the room and eventually made her way into the bedroom, a smile on her face at the way she was teasing him. She heard his groan from the living room and she grabbed a towel from near the bed, draping it over her body barely, before she walked back out into the hall. Eddie’s eyes widened as he saw her walk out of the bedroom with the towel hardly covering her naked body, and Layla laughed to herself at his reaction. She moved to the bathroom, turning back to blow him a kiss, before she closed and locked the door, feeling confident and cocky that she had managed to give him a taste of his own medicine. It wasn’t long however, before, over the sound of the running water, she heard a hesitant knock on the door. She decided to ignore him, laughing to herself. He knocked again more forcefully. She continued to wash her hair.

“Laylaaaa…” Came Eddie’s voice through the door. She nearly burst out laughing at how whiny and childish he sounded, like a kid who was trying to convince his parents to stay up late. She got back to her task until she heard the doorknob start to rattle and could see the keyhole being turned. The door slowly opened to reveal Eddie with a small bobby pin, presumably used to unpick the door. They stared at each other from across the bathroom until he launched himself into the shower, throwing his shirt off in the process. Layla screamed in delight, but was silenced when Eddie’s lips met hers, kissing her harder than he ever had before. He took off his shorts and underwear, already damp from the shower, and then pushed her up against the shower wall, water running down both of their bodies as he pushed himself against her. She tangled her fingers in his wet hair as he ran his hands down her body, taking in as much as he could. She could feel his hardness pressing into her thigh, and it turned her on even more. Eddie grabbed one of her thighs and brought it up to wrap around his hips as he positioned himself at her entrance and started to move into her. Layla threw her head back in pleasure as he started to move, kissing her neck as the water rolled off of them both and drowned out their heavy breathing. She scratched her fingernails down his arms and he growled as he took her mouth in a kiss once again, still pushing into her and grinding his hips as he did. His thrusts started to become more urgent and Layla felt herself tighten around him, her senses being overloaded. Eddie grabbed onto her thigh as he started to come, his hand constricting the skin so hard Layla thought it might bruise, not that she minded. Once they both came back to reality, Eddie leaned his head into her neck while Layla grabbed some shower gel and began to wash his upper body, in a complete daze from what had happened. She had never in her entire life had sex life that before. He repeated her actions, and they both got out of the shower, drying off. Layla followed Eddie into the bedroom where he collapsed onto the bed, covering himself with the sheets. She followed soon after, too exhausted to clean up the kitchen or change into any clothes. Eddie drew her close and buried his head into her neck once again, laying the side of his body on her as he used her as a pillow, not that she minded that either. If the extra weight she had always hated about herself was a bad thing, at least it meant he cuddled her like this. And they both fell asleep.

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Worth It Chapter 12- Broken, Part 2

Summary: Joseph arrives home, eager to tell Caesar something good, but an unfortunate event in the kitchen leads to a different kind of conversation.

Notes: So, this chapter gets bloody as it is still a serial killer/yandere au. There’s violence, unnamed character death, and more swearing.

Joseph hummed along happily to the radio as he drove down the long, winding road that lead him home every evening after work. It was already starting to get dark out, the traffic having delayed him quite a bit, but even that couldn’t dampen his good mood. He was in the mood for something special for dinner tonight to celebrate- maybe he could get Caesar to teach him how to make that squid ink pasta he’d had when they first met in Italy! That would be perfect! They could have that with some of Caesar’s favorite wine and maybe binge on some ice cream for dessert and-

Joseph’s train of thought derailed as he pulled up to the house.

There was an unfamiliar car parked in the yard.

Joseph quickly pulled over behind some trees on the edge of the property and turned off the engine and the lights so as not to give himself away. Joseph took off his suit jacket and tie and left them in the passenger seat with his briefcase and lunchbox. He had no idea what was going on, but the sight of the other car immediately put him on edge and his instincts told him to be prepared for the worst…

He exited the car silently, leaving the door unlocked in case he needed to grab Caesar and get out of there in a hurry. Joseph moved quickly and quietly towards the car and saw that it was empty, the driver nowhere in sight. He crept towards the house and noticed the front door with a stifled gasp. The entire lock and handle had been knocked out and the door was wide open!

Joseph’s heart felt like it had stopped. ‘Caesar! Caesar was in the living room! Is he still in there?! Did someone get to him?! Did he get outside?! Is he gone?! Is he hurt?! CAESAR!!’

Joseph’s mind raced with worry and panic, his earlier quite, controlled pace forgotten as he rushed inside and looked around desperately. “Caesar?!” He called into the darkness. He ran into the living room and noticed the chaotic state it was in- clear signs of a struggle still strewn about the room. Joseph got closer to the couch where he’d left Caesar that morning and it felt like a stone just dropped from his chest down through his stomach. “Oh my god..Caesar…”

There was blood splattered on the couch and along the floor, not a ton, but enough to be noticeable against the pale colors in the dark. Then, he spotted it- Caesar’s chain and shackle were lying on the floor, the shackle broken and lying in pieces of fabric and metal that glinted in the low-light of the barely lit room.

Joseph felt his blood turning ice cold and his legs felt almost numb, like they could collapse out from under him at any moment. He should have been here. He should have installed better security on the doors. He should have gotten home sooner. He should have BEEN there to HELP Caesar, damn it! Now Caesar was gone, or worse, and he-

A gunshot and a distant swear brought Joseph out of his spiraling thoughts of depression and dread. Joseph knew he didn’t keep any guns in the house- he found them too troublesome and a pain to deal with- so that had to belong to whoever broke in. They were still in the house! Joseph quickly kneeled down and pulled up his pants leg enough to grab the special knife he kept hidden in his sock for when the mood to kill someone struck him without time to plan appropriately- it was a long flick-blade that was kept razor-sharp and had knuckle grips to keep it from slipping out of his hand.

His gaze hardened as he rose to his feet, the knife opened and set in his hand as he stalked through the house to the source of the gunfire. Whoever this bastard was, they were going to pay dearly for what they did to his precious Caesar. Joseph stayed silent as he moved through the house, keeping close to the walls so as to blend in with the shadows as much as possible. His years of experience with murdering others was serving him well now, he thought briefly.

The sounds he heard lead him to the kitchen. The lights were still off, making it hard to see, but there was just enough moonlight coming in through the windows to illuminate the man standing in the center of the room. Joseph knew instantly from the silhouette and the bits that he could see through the darkness that it definitely wasn’t Caesar, but he couldn’t see much else in the room aside from directly where the man was standing. A pale glint of light on metal revealed the gun still held firmly in his hand.

The man angrily rubbed something out of his eyes and Joseph caught the smell of something spicy- chilies? Chili pepper? Why-? “Argh, you little shit! When I get my hands on you, you’re gonna WISH I finished you off on that fuckin’ couch!!”

Joseph’s heart swelled with hope and relief at the man’s words: Caesar had been the only one in the house, the only one who even knew about it- that bastard had to be talking to Caesar! Caesar was alive! He was alive and fighting back against that damned intruder!

‘Of course he’s fighting back, giving that bastard what he deserves- my Caesar’s no push over. That’s part of why I love him~<3’ Joseph thought with a growing smirk. ‘This should make things easier: If he’s focused on Caesar, then that means he doesn’t know I’m home yet. As much as I’d love to take my time torturing this idiot, I’ll have to take him down quickly- don’t want to scare Caesar off after all the hard work I put in to making him trust me again…’

Joseph crept through the shadows, slow and silent so as not to draw attention to himself, and made his way closer to the intruder. He crouched down by the cabinets as the man blinked the substance out of his eyes. “God fucking damn it!” He looked around, his focus clearly not back quite yet. “Come out, fucker!”

Seeing his opportunity, Joseph took a slow step forward while remaining crouched. It should have been an easy, stealthy approach, but his foot stepped on something his eyes hadn’t yet adjusted enough to see- a small, broken glass container of red powder that had been lying on the floor, likely the source of the substance that the man had been rubbing out of his eyes. The small crunch normally would have been easy to miss, but in the tense, silent atmosphere it was as loud as a plate being smashed.

The man whipped around in Joseph’s direction and pointed the gun at him, now able to notice the out-of-place shadow by the cabinets. “Shit!” Joseph swore as he quickly rolled out of the way, barely able to avoid the shot that had been aimed at his head. Unfortunately, the intruder could track his movements better now and kicked Joseph in the torso before he had a chance to recover. “!!!!” The wind was knocked out of Joseph, leaving him gasping for breath as he attempted to get to his knees.

The man pointed the gun at Joseph’s face. “Don’t fuckin’ move!” He squinted in the dark, trying to see better. “Wait..you ain’t that blond bastard..damn it, you must be the fucker that owns the place..”

Joseph glared at him, trying to regulate his breathing. “Yeah. That’d be me…and if you touched one hair on my precious Caesar’s head, you won’t live long enough to regret it…” He gripped his knife tighter, keeping it hidden behind his hip and thigh in hopes that the man hadn’t noticed it earlier.

The bastard smirked down at Joseph, looking smug and oozing contempt. “Oh, I touched a bit more than just your little bitch’s hair, rich brat.”

Joseph saw red, rage filling him like a tidal wave. “What the fuck did you just say?!!!” The implications of that statement, in addition to the derogatory term he used to refer to Caesar, made Joseph’s body move on its own. “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!!” He practically roared in rage and sprang to his feet, taking the man by surprise as Joseph slashed at his empty hand with the knife before moving in for a hopefully fatal shot to his vitals.

Unfortunately, while still in pain, the bastard was prepared this time for an attack and was able to pistol whip Joseph dangerously close to his temple. “Mother fucker!” Joseph recoiled from the hit, fighting off a wave of dizziness and the ringing in his head as he attempted to stay upright. He saw the gun being pointed at him, along with a dark blur moving behind the man. “That’s it! I’ve had it with you bastards! First, I’m gonna kill your smug rich ass! Then, I’m gonna finish things with your fucking bitch!”

Just as Joseph was about to try and move away, even if he was unsteady on his feet, the dark blur behind the man raised something into the air- something BIG- and brought it down hard enough to smash it to pieces over the intruders head and back. “Don’t you dare, BASTARDO!!!”

The intruder fell to the ground and Joseph blinked the dizziness away, his face lighting up when he heard the voice. “Caesar!” He tried taking a step forward, so relieved just to hear his voice- to know that Caesar was indeed okay and still there with him. “Caesar, you’re-!” He felt unsteady as he tried to move and almost fell.

Caesar was quickly at his side, helping him stay standing. “Be careful, idiota!” Caesar frowned up at him, Joseph able to see his face now that they were so close in the dim lighting. “That hit sounded pretty hard. How close did it get to your temple?”

Joseph shook his head, the dizziness already starting to fade. “I’ll be fine.” He cupped Caesar’s face, noticing the blood splattered on his head and body. “What about you? Did he hurt you? Did..Did he…?” He couldn’t even bring himself to finish the question, the thought of that FILTH desecrating his beautiful, precious, perfect Caesar made him feel nauseous.

Caesar put his hand over Joseph’s where it was cupping his cheek in an attempt to reassure him as he shook his head. “He…He tried…but I got away…”

Joseph pulled Caesar to him, keeping him held as close as possible in a tight embrace. “Oh, thank god…” He buried his face in Caesar’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m so glad..I-I saw the car, and the door, and-and the couch, and I..I thought that you were..!” God, he couldn’t even say it- the thought of ever losing Caesar terrified him to his core.

He could feel Caesar’s hands rubbing across his back and head. “It’s okay, Jojo..I’m okay..we’re both okay..” He felt Caesar place a kiss on his head while his fingers ran through his hair in a soothing motion. “Honestly, I was worried about you, too…I saw what time it was and knew you’d be home soon and..I was worried you’d get shot if he saw you come in, so when I got away, I figured it’d be easier to finish him off in here..”

Joseph lifted his head back up to look properly at Caesar again and couldn’t help the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips. “That was a nice idea, Caesar. Gotta ask, though- did you SERIOUSLY throw chili pepper in his eyes?”

Caesar gave him a similar smile right back. “Yes. And I broke one of the dining chairs over his head. Sorry about that one.” His tone didn’t sound even remotely sorry and Joseph loved him all the more for it.

“Pfft, who cares about some lousy chair, huh? They were tacky, anyway- now I’ve got an excuse to buy a new set!” He stated with a laugh.

Caesar chuckled and shook his head with an amused smile. “You are absolutely terrible, Jojo.” He smirked slightly. “They were kind of ugly, though..I almost feel like I did you a favor…” They both laughed at that, the atmosphere feeling less suffocating now that they were able to make a joke out of this horrible situation.

Joseph smiled before taking Caesar’s hand in his. He looked down at Caesar’s exposed wrist where the shackle had been and was relieved to see it wasn’t injured, but part of him was nervous now that Caesar was unchained: He could run away now. He could get out through the broken door. He could try to leave Joseph and never come back. He could-

Joseph found his train of thought derailed once again that evening when he saw movement behind Caesar and caught the glint of pale light on metal once more. It was instinct alone that drove his body, because by the time his mind caught up to what was happening he was already throwing Caesar out of the way and diving in the opposite direction. “Watch out!” The shot rang out loud in the dark kitchen and Joseph felt a stinging, burning pain shooting up his side as he hit the floor. “Ngh! Shit!” He took a quick glance down his body and saw that the outer edge of his shirt along the side of his abs was stained red and had been split open, but it thankfully didn’t look too deep. He looked back up towards the source of the shot and saw the previously downed intruder getting up onto his knees and preparing for another shot.

“Fuckin..crazy..bastards..!!” The man panted out through grit teeth, the arm holding his gun wavering slightly like he was still dizzy from the chair that Caesar broke over his head earlier. “I got one bullet left and it’s going straight through your fuckin’ head if it’s the last thing I do!!”

He seemed dead-set in his convictions, Joseph could see the blood lust and intent in his eyes. ‘Huh..so that’s what it’s like from the other side..feels kind of weird..’ A distant part of him was almost amused by the thought- to finally get to see the eyes of a killer staring back at him that wasn’t just his reflection in a mirror was new for Joseph. He would try to dodge, but at least he could take some comfort in knowing that if he was unsuccessful that Caesar wouldn’t be hurt- he would easily be able to take out an unarmed punk like him if his main threat was gone.

As he waited for the trigger to be pulled, Joseph got that odd feeling of experiencing everything in slow motion again: He saw the man’s finger start to squeeze the trigger. He distantly heard someone calling out his name over the ringing in his ears from the pain. He saw movement from the corner of his eye. He saw Caesar rush at the man’s side with Joseph’s knife in his hand. He saw the man fall to the ground just as he tried to fire off his last shot. He felt the air whip by as the bullet just barely missed his head. He saw Caesar straddle the man, raise the knife, and bring it down with both hands, plunging it into the man’s chest. He saw Caesar pull the knife out and plunge it in again..and again..and again…and again…

The world returned to its normal pace and Joseph gasped, staring in shock at Caesar as he continued stabbing the now bloodied body beneath him. Caesar’s eyes were wide and almost manic, his brows were turned down into a glare filled with malice, his lips were set in a scowl as he stabbed anywhere he didn’t already see blood and he screamed out, his voice spitting venom so acidic it would make lesser men turn tail and run. “Nessuno! Ferisce ! Mio! Jojo!!!!” Even after the man was long dead under him, Caesar just kept stabbing him, further mutilating the corpse and adding as many marks as possible. The whole process left him covered in blood and it made Joseph’s heart skip at the sight of Caesar covered in someone else’s blood while wielding his favorite knife.

‘Oh my god! He’s so gorgeous! I just want to hold him and kiss him and fuck him right here on the floor ‘til both of us are covered in blood!’ Joseph bit his lip to hold back any noises that might escape, he wanted to be closer so bad, but didn’t dare disturb the beautiful scene in front of him.

Caesar eventually stopped stabbing the corpse and looked down at his shaking, blood covered hands that still held the knife tight in them. “Haah..haah..hah..” He panted to catch his breath before his eyes slowly turned towards Joseph.

Joseph swallowed at the wide-eyed stare being cast in his direction. Oh no..he couldn’t read Caesar at all right now, couldn’t predict what he was about to do or say next. Caesar’s hands were still gripping the knife and he was able to move freely now. Would he try to attack Joseph for keeping him here all this time? Would he try to take advantage of Joseph’s injured state and run out the door? Joseph got up onto his knees, his body ready for whichever reaction would come. If he had to, he was fairly certain he could disarm Caesar and fight him to a stand-still, and he was more than confidant in his ability to run after him should Caesar choose to run away. He just had to watch Caesar’s movements carefully to determine which he would choose and-

“Jojo!” Caesar cried out to him and dropped the knife. He got up just long enough to run to Joseph before collapsing to his knees in Joseph’s lap and winding his arms around his torso tightly. Oh. That…wasn’t a reaction Joseph expected at all..not that he was complaining, of course.. “Jojo! Ero cosi spaventato! Pensavo-Pensavo che ti avrebbe ucciso! Dovevo-!” Caesar kept speaking in Italian, looking up at Joseph with wide, beseeching eyes and Joseph never wished more in his life that he knew more Italian beyond just a few simple phrases so he could understand what Caesar was trying so desperately to tell him. “Non potevo lasciarti morire! Sei tutto quello che ho! Ho bisogno di te! Ho dovuto ucciderlo! Oh dio, in realta l’ho ucciso…In realta ho UCCISO quell’uomo…” Caesar’s eyes shimmered as tears began to fall from them, the clear liquid cutting trails through the red blood splattered on his cheeks to reveal his birthmarks underneath.

Joseph’s heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. He never wanted to see his beautiful, precious Caesar so upset about anything in his life. “Caesar…” He spoke softly, bringing his hands up to cup Caesar’s cheeks and wipe away his tears with his thumbs. “Caesar, tesoro mio, it’s okay..just breathe..please..I can’t understand you when you’re all worked up like this..I’m right here, so just breathe and relax..it’s all over now, you’re safe..I won’t let anything else happen to you, I promise..” He knew Caesar hated being placated, but it was the best comfort he could offer him until he calmed down enough to remember his English.

Caesar gave a choked sob and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down as Joseph asked. “I…I KILLED him…I actually KILLED him…dio mio, I’m a MURDERER…”

Joseph frowned at that statement, but did his best to remind himself how most people viewed the act of taking someone else’s life. “Hey, that monster tried to HURT you- tried to KILL us. You saved my LIFE, Caesar! If you hadn’t done that, I would have DIED! You did what you had to do-”

“You don’t get it!” Caesar suddenly cried out, bringing his hands up to cover his face. He said something that became muffled by his hands and Joseph gently pulled at them.

“What? Caesar, I can’t hear you when you do that…” Joseph said gently as he managed to pry Caesar’s hands from his face. He leaned closer to make sure he wouldn’t miss Caesar’s words this time. “Now, what is it I’m not getting…?”

Caesar looked up at him. “I..I..” He took in a shaky breath, his body shuddering as he whispered, unable to look Joseph in the eyes. “I LIKED it…”

Joseph blinked and pulled back to look at Caesar in surprise. That..had not been what he expected at all. “You did..?” He did his best to hide the shock (and bit of hope) from his voice.

Caesar gave a weak nod of his head. “I..I did..I know that man was a monster, especially with what he tried to do to us..and I’ll never regret protecting you…but…when I killed him..” Caesar looked down at his bloody hands, some of the blood now rubbed off onto his face from his earlier motions. “I..had so much pent up negativity in me..anger..rage..depression..resentment..not from being around you, but just..just EVERYTHING…like..everything in my life had built up into this dark ball that was stuck inside of me..but when I killed him, it was like..like-”

“Like a bottle cap bursting off the top of a shaken up soda, finally letting everything out and leaving you lighter than you’ve ever felt before.” Joseph finished calmly, running a hand through Caesar’s hair gently.

Caesar blinked and stared up at Joseph in surprise and wonder. “Exactly! How did you…?”

Joseph gave him a soft smile and leaned in to gently kiss one of Caesar’s bloodied cheeks. “I understand it a bit better than you might think.” He smiled more at the look on Caesar’s face, both surprised and relieved while still being curious. “I can explain later. For now, we should get you cleaned up, then I’ll deal with this mess.”

And with that declaration, Joseph picked up Caesar and took him to the bathroom, stopping by the living room long enough to unhook the chain off of the couch and detach the broken shackle before reattaching it to the one on Caesar’s other wrist- Caesar didn’t fight him once or even look towards the broken door. He ran a bath and set Caesar down in the tub. He debated about joining him, but figured he would just get dirty again when he went to clean up the body, so he sat on the floor by the edge of the tub and just rolled up his sleeves so he could gently rinse and clean the blood off of Caesar. Without a word of complaint, Caesar allowed Joseph to clean him up, sitting in the tub until the water was tainted pink from the blood. Joseph drained the tub and rinsed Caesar off one more time for good measure (he knew how unpleasant dried blood could feel) before gently lifting him out and toweling him off.

During the process of drying him off and wrapping the towel around his body, though, Caesar seemed to finally take notice of Joseph’s side. His eyes, which had become calm and complacent over the course of the bath, widened in alarm when he saw the blood. “When did that happen?! Idiota, you should have said something!” He opened the drawer that contained the first aid kit and motioned for Joseph to take his shirt off. “Off. NOW. I’m going to take a look at that.”

Joseph wanted to say he was fine, but one look from Caesar stopped that remark before it even left his throat. “Y-Yes, Caesar..” He obeyed Caesar’s orders and removed his torn and bloody shirt, tossing it into the bathtub with Caesar’s own clothes to soak and remove the blood stains later. He sat on the sink counter when Caesar patted it in indication and waited patiently as Caesar examined and treated the wound.

As he worked, Joseph quietly contemplated the new information about Caesar that had come to light. ‘So..Caesar might be more like me than I thought..that..would be nice..to finally have someone who REALLY gets me. I always knew Caesar and I understood each other on a deeper level than anyone else, but I didn’t think it would go THAT deep. Maybe…Maybe we could do it..together..as a couple..’ His heart fluttered at the image: Him and Caesar, brutally dismembering anyone who crossed them or caught their attention the wrong way. The two of them working together to drag screams out of their victims. Caesar, a smile on that beautiful face, covered in someone else’s blood and beckoning Joseph to come closer, to hold him and kiss him until they were both covered in the warm red liquid, to undress him and-

“Jojo!” Joseph’s fantasies were interrupted by the real Caesar snapping at him with a scowl.

Joseph immediately looked back down at him, feeling embarrassed by being caught spacing out like that. “H-Huh? Sorry, you say something?” He gave a nervous smile and could feel his cheeks flushing a bit.

Caesar huffed in annoyance and shot Joseph a withering look. “I was saying that the damage doesn’t look too bad- there’s no bullet fragments in the wound, but you will still need a few stitches to seal this gash. You should probably go to the hospital to get it treated properly, but I can do it if you’d prefer.”

Joseph put his hands together in a pleading gesture and closed one eye with a sheepish smile. “Um, would you mind doing it? I kinda don’t want to get the police involved in all of this.”

Caesar sighed and folded his arms. “Are you sure? There aren’t any proper sedatives or injectable pain killers in the first aid kit. Even with the topical gel, it’s going to hurt. A lot. Also, while I CAN do it, I’m not exactly trained for this sort of thing and might do a sloppy job.”

Joseph just smiled brightly at Caesar’s concern. He was really just too sweet and so cute. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine- I’m tough, remember?” He winked and flexed one of his muscular arms. “Besides-” He took one of Caesar’s hands in his own and gave it a gentle squeeze before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. “I trust you, Caesar. I know you’ll take good care of me.”

Caesar blushed at both the comment and the gesture and Joseph mentally patted himself on the back- his flirting skills have gotten much better since Caesar’s little lesson a while back. “F-Fine, idiota..” Caesar mumbled, looking at the first aid kit to avoid looking at Joseph’s smug smile. “But don’t come crying to me if it hurts later.”

Joseph chuckled and got down onto the floor to lay on his side, giving Caesar all the room he would need to stitch up the wound. “I’ll just ask you to kiss it better~<3” He teased with another wink before yelping when Caesar dropped a dollop of the topical numbing gel on his non-injured skin around the wound. “OH MY GOD! That’s so cold!”

Caesar smirked the tiniest bit at the reaction while rubbing the gel into Joseph’s skin with a cotton swab. “Remember- no crying.” Having said that, Caesar got to work on stitching Joseph’s wound closed using some surgical thread and a sterilized needle from the first aid kit. As he worked, his eyes returned to that calm complacency they’d had when Joseph was washing the blood off of him in the tub. Joseph wasn’t entirely sure what to make of that look. He was glad Caesar wasn’t panicked or upset anymore, but he still didn’t seem quite like himself yet either. “You…” Caesar suddenly spoke as he worked, Joseph able to easily ignore the pain in favor of listening to Caesar. “You got this..when you pushed me out of the way earlier..didn’t you…?”

Joseph winced slightly at a tug from the needle but kept his voice even. “I, uh..don’t really know..maybe? I just remember hitting the ground and having trouble moving afterwards..honestly forgot about it till you pointed it out..didn’t even feel any pain for a while.”

Caesar frowned slightly as he looped the thread around another turn. “You said that last time, too…”

Joseph was confused by that for a minute, before he remembered the incident with the snake and his arm getting cut open. He hadn’t really felt that, either. “Oh yeah. Guess when it comes to stuff involving you my adrenaline goes crazy or something and blocks out the pain.” He mused aloud. Remembering that unfortunate morning in the kitchen where his feet got cut up and burned, Joseph recalled not feeling anything then, either. Maybe it really was just something about Caesar that made him not notice when he was in pain? He almost wanted to experiment with that concept, but he knew Caesar probably wouldn’t approve of that. “Anyway, it’s probably a good thing it doesn’t hurt, right?”

Caesar frowned a bit more, not looking comforted by Joseph’s words by the time he was almost done with the stitches. “Just because you can’t feel it, doesn’t mean it isn’t still dangerous..you could have gotten hurt worse and not even felt it..if I hadn’t seen this, you could have gotten an infection and had to go to the emergency room..what if I couldn’t get you there in time? What if neither of us noticed it and it turned out there was something worse underneath? What if-?” Caesar stopped when Joseph let out a hiss from the last stitch being tied too tight. “Sorry…” He said sullenly and grabbed the scissors to cut out and redo the last stitch, falling silent again and keeping his eyes on his work. “….”

Joseph frowned as he watched Caesar. He seemed so upset, but Joseph still couldn’t fully figure out why. When Caesar finished the last stitch and covered the area with some bandages, Joseph reached up and cupped Caesar’s cheek tenderly in his hand. Caesar simply leaned into the touch. “Caesar..” Caesar looked down at him, but didn’t move away from his hand at all. “I can tell something’s on your mind. Talk to me. Please…”

Caesar took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for a minute, gathering his thoughts before looking back down at Joseph again. “Back there, in the kitchen, I..I thought..I was going to lose you..and..I was scared..” He put his hand over Joseph’s where it still rested on his cheek and squeezed it. Joseph could feel the fine tremor going through Caesar’s body now. “I..I can’t lose you, Jojo..I can’t..you’re all I have..please..I can’t go back to being alone like before, Jojo..”

Joseph’s eyes softened as he gazed at his beloved partner. “Caesar…” He sat up and pulled Caesar into his lap with his other hand, just like in the kitchen, and pressed tender, gentle kisses all over Caesar’s face as he spoke. “I’m sorry, Caesar. I didn’t mean to make you worry. You told me last time to be more careful, too…I promise, from now on, I’ll be extra careful. But..I will still ALWAYS look after you. You’re my partner..my beloved, perfect, wonderful partner..and I never want to be the reason for you to be upset…” He pulled back to look Caesar in the eyes so his next words wouldn’t be missed. “I promise, Caesar, I won’t EVER leave you. For as long as you live, and even after that if I can help it, I will always be with you. I love you, Caesar, and I will never break a promise to you. Okay?” He held out his pinky finger to seal the promise, smiling softly at Caesar.

Caesar managed a small smile of his own and wrapped his own pinky finger around Joseph’s. “Okay…”

Joseph smiled more and placed a kiss on Caesar’s pinky before carefully getting to his feet and offering Caesar a hand to do the same. Caesar held onto his hand and didn’t let go, watching with that calm complacency as Joseph filled the tub with cold water and left their clothes to soak in it with some detergents. Even when they went back into the bedroom, Caesar was still holding onto his hand.

Joseph gently guided Caesar to the bed and moved to hook the chain to its proper location. “Alright, you get some rest in here while I go clean everything up, okay?”

Before he could hook the chain, though, Caesar grabbed his hand with a wide-eyed, almost fearful look. “Wait!” Joseph stopped and looked at Caesar in surprise when the blond just held on tighter. “Please..don’t go..”

Joseph frowned a bit. Guess Caesar still wasn’t fully back to normal yet. “I have to go clean up the mess, Caesar. If I don’t it’s gonna smell awful in the morning. Plus, I still have to do something about that car out front.”

Instead of letting go, Caesar just held on tighter. “Then let me stay with you! Please, Jojo..I..I really don’t want to be alone right now…” He looked down, his voice sounding almost broken and defeated. “Please..I’ll stay out of the way..just..don’t leave me alone…”

Joseph frowned more for a minute. Damn it. Caesar really was messed up from all of this. Not that Joseph could blame him, but, still, it hurt to see him like this. He smiled in a gentle, understanding way and squeezed Caesar’s hand comfortingly. “Okay. You can stay with me. Just let me know if you start to feel sick or anything, okay?” Caesar nodded and Joseph helped him change into some clean clothes and led him back out of the room.

Joseph grabbed the cleaning supplies he needed, Caesar helping him carry everything, and started in the living room. Joseph got a temporary lock fitted into the door- it could only lock from the inside and didn’t have the keyhole on the inside like the other one did, but it would have to do for now. He then proceeded to clean up the blood splatter on the couch and floor while Caesar picked the various odds and ends up off of the floor and emptied their stuff out of the bags the man had loaded everything into.

At one point, while picking everything up, Caesar found the remains of his shackle and picked them up carefully. He kneeled down next to Joseph, who was in the middle of spot-treating the couch, and held out the broken pieces in his hands. “Can you get this fixed?”

Joseph blinked in surprise and took the pieces. “You..want me to fix it..?”

Caesar nodded and looked down at his bare wrist. “It..It feels weird not to have it on there anymore..feels wrong..” A tiny smile tugged at his lips as he looked back at the pieces. “Besides, wearing that actually saved my life- I blocked the first bullet he fired at me with that and it broke. You would have enjoyed seeing it..would have been like that ‘Wonderful Girl’ or whatever her name is from your comics..”

Joseph chuckled. “That’s not her name and you know it, damn it. But, yeah, that does sound like something I’d like to see.” He looked back down at the pieces in his hands. “As for fixing this, I’ll see what I can do. If nothing else, I can get the metal melted down and re-forged into a new one. Okay?”

Caesar nodded and leaned his forehead onto Joseph’s shoulder. “Grazie, Jojo.”

Joseph just smiled and kissed Caesar’s head before getting back to work. After the living room was clean and restored to a semi-livable state again, they moved on to the kitchen. Caesar hesitated when he saw the body lying on the floor and Joseph squeezed his hand to reassure him. “If you don’t want to be here, I can take you to another room while I work on this.”

Caesar shook his head. “No. I..I want to stay with you.”

“Okay, but let me know if it gets to be too much.” Joseph said as he spread out a tarp that he rolled the body onto. Once the body was in place, Joseph grabbed a bag of tools he’d brought in with the cleaning supplies and pulled out a bone saw. He worked diligently on dismembering the body into very small, easily manageable parts.

Caesar sat nearby, watching him with that eerie sense of calmness about him. “You’ve done this before.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yeah..” Joseph admitted while sawing off a leg. “A few times.”

“You said you understood how I felt…so…that means you’ve killed people before…” His tone didn’t sound accusatory or nervous, so Joseph took that as a good sign.

“I have. A lot over the years.” He got through part of the leg and started on the next part. “The first time was an accident- some asshole at one of my boarding schools that wouldn’t leave me alone followed me into the woods and I strangled him. I left his body to get eaten by some animals. No one ever found him.” He wiped some blood splatter off of his hands onto the tarp and continued cutting. “It felt..really good..like it was the stress relief I’d been searching for my whole life. After that, I kept finding new people to go after anytime I got that stressed again. People who annoyed me, who caused trouble for my family, or just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time- I’m not usually too picky…”

Caesar nodded as he listened, then, he asked what felt like a loaded question. “Did you kill my exes?”

“Some of them.” Joseph gave the safest answer he could think of- it wouldn’t do any good to lie to Caesar at this point but he didn’t want to wreck the trust he’d built between them. “I told you before how angry it made me when they took the money. Sometimes I lost my temper and killed them.” His blood boiled slightly at the memory of the ones who agreed to take the money from him, how they just disregarded the perfection that was Caesar A. Zeppeli in exchange for some financial compensation. “They had it coming, though…treating you like that…they DESERVED to die…” He gripped the saw tighter and finished off the leg he was working on.

Caesar was quiet for a while before he spoke again, softly, almost inaudibly. “Yeah..guess they did have it coming…”

Joseph relaxed a bit at that, glad that Caesar seemed so understanding now that Joseph’s biggest secret was out in the open. There would probably be other things they had to talk over, but they would deal with that as it came up. For now, he focused on disposing of the body and cleaning up the kitchen.

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The entire cleanup process took quite a few hours. Between cutting up the body, cleaning up the blood splatter and broken glass, sealing the diced up body parts in containers with some acid to dissolve the flesh and bones, burying the containers in different locations in the forest, taking the car to an abandoned lot closer to town and leaving the keys in it so someone would hopefully steal it (towing his own car behind it so they could drive back home afterwards), and setting everything that had been taken back into its proper place, it was almost sunrise by the time they finally fell into bed together. Neither of them had had any dinner, but they were too tired to care and had lost their appetites for the night.

Joseph had to admit, though, he was surprised by how well Caesar had behaved during all of this. The whole time they were outside burying the body parts he didn’t try to run away. Then, when they’d been driving, he never once tried to jump out of the car or roll down the window to try calling for help. Instead, he had just stayed close to Joseph in the forest and gently held onto his arm in the car. Joseph was pleased by the progress this marked- Caesar had been outside for an extended period of time without even trying to escape- but was also a bit worried by how clingy the event had made Caesar. He would probably have to do some research into trauma symptoms and treatments to see if Caesar was showing any signs and how to help him through it…

For now, though, he focused on making Caesar comfortable in bed with him so they could both sleep. He tried lying on his side to pull Caesar against him as usual, but Caesar stopped him with a hand placed softly on his chest.

Joseph blinked at him in confusion. “Do you..not want me to..?” He was really hoping some cuddling would help Caesar feel better- he knew he needed it right now, too.

“I do, don’t worry. Just..lie down, please..?” Caesar asked with a pleading look. Joseph instantly complied with the request and got comfortable on his back. Caesar soon climbed on top of him, laying with his head turned sideways on Joseph’s chest. “Grazie, Jojo..” He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Joseph.

Joseph quickly realized that Caesar was listening to his heartbeat to calm himself so he could sleep. Joseph pulled the blankets up around them and wrapped an arm around Caesar securely while running his free hand through the other’s hair to soothe him to sleep. “Of course- anything for you, Caesar. Sweet dreams. I love you…” He whispered softly and kissed Caesar’s head.

He watched Caesar as he slowly let himself fall asleep. Joseph’s heart ached seeing his precious Caesar so upset. He would do everything in his power to make it up to him. He would do anything at all to make Caesar feel safe and happy again. It wouldn’t matter how much work he would have to put into it because it would be for Caesar- and Caesar would ALWAYS be worth it.

Always.

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-From the Beginning-

Translations for the Italian (I know it sucks, but all I had was Google Translate, always open for more accurate translations if anyone has any) but it’ll probably just break your hearts more:

“Nessuno! Ferisce ! Mio! Jojo!!!!” - Nobody! Hurts! My! Jojo!!!!

“Jojo! Ero cosi spaventato! Pensavo-Pensavo che ti avrebbe ucciso! Dovevo-!”- "Jojo! I was so scared! I thought- I thought he would kill you! I had to-!"

“Non potevo lasciarti morire! Sei tutto quello che ho! Ho bisogno di te! Ho dovuto ucciderlo! Oh dio, in realta l’ho ucciso…In realta ho UCCISO quell’uomo…” - "I couldn’t let you die! You're all I have! I need you! I had to kill him! Oh god, I actually killed him...I actually KILLED that man..."

#caejose #caesar zeppeli #joseph joestar #yandere!au #serial killer!au #yandere!joseph #serial killer!joseph #worth it #violence #unnamed character death

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 10

"Yoohoo. Loverboy...." Jim came out of his sleep suddenly the next morning to find Julie sitting on the side of his bed, her hand stroking his chest. She looked like a trillion bucks in a red blouse, black skirt and black sheer hose. It distracted him for a second and the dream he'd had faded in his memory. What he could recall was Julie had been in it and someone else.....who.....ah, yeah....Sheryl, the girl from his sister's club. He could vaguely recall being in a bed with both of them, having sex with both of them, but the details blew away like leaves in the wind. He could feel himself half-hard under his sheets, a real-life testimonial to what he couldn't remember. "Oh, hey," he said as he stretched his body like a cat to get out the kinks. Subconsciously, he made the muscles in his chest tighten up under Julie's hand. "What time is it?" "It's around eight," Julie said, "I'm heading out but I wanted to talk to you before Liz got up." That got Jim's attention; Julie wanted to talk with him without his sister's knowledge, maybe to plan their next sex session he hoped. He sat up on his elbow.

Julie continued, "I want your help this afternoon...with some business that I'm involved in." "What's that?" Jim said, a little disappointed. "I want you to fuck someone for me." "Wha?! Fuck someone?" Jim stammered. "And this is business?" "What can I say? I enjoy my work more than most people," Julie said with a smile. "I don't know what Liz told you about what I do but part of it is helping people live out their sexual fantasies.....today, it's a woman. And I think you'd be perfect." "Christ, Julie! I mean........." Jim trailed off as he pondered what she'd asked of him. "I know it's a biiiggggggg favor I'm asking," Julie said as she got up and walked to the end of the bed. "I mean, asking you to fuck a gorgeous... young....well-known....actress. Maybe we ought to forget it." "Hey, wait a minute..." Jim said, sitting up, now intrigued. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it." He saw Julie get a look on his face that translated to 'the fish is hooked' but he didn't care. "An actress? Who is it?" "It'll be a surprise...but I guarantee you know her. Be at this address at 2 PM." Julie said and pulled a piece of paper from her blouse pocket. She threw it on the bed and headed for the door. "Hey, wait! Is this the address of a home. Who the hell do I ask for?" Jim said in exasperation. He could just see himself knocking on a door and saying 'Hi, we haven't met but I might be here to have sex with some woman at this address.' "I'll be there, baby," Julie said as she reached the door, "and I'll make the introductions, as we say. Believe me, you're going to love it....great sex with no strings attached." Jim was game but still not convinced that Julie had it all worked out. "What about Elizabeth? How do I explain being away? She's gonna want to do something together today." "Not to worry," Julie said from the door. "Your sister has an appointment that she made long ago and can't get out of. You'll have time to get to where we are, have a wild time and be back before your sister returns. See? Julie's thought of everything. You just be there and you'll have something to tell all your friends back home." She slipped out, leaving Jim wide awake but wanting to pinch himself to be sure. Jim got up, showered, dressed in some jeans and a T-shirt and went out to scrounge up some breakfast. He made some scrambled eggs and toast and was just getting ready to take them to the dining table when Elizabeth came around the corner into the kitchen, wearing a long nightshirt. "Hey, Beth....here's the breakfast I made for you." Jim handed her the dish of eggs with the toast before she could say a word. "Jim, you made this for yourself...." she began to complain. "You'll never be able to prove it," Jim said and steered her to the dining table. "You eat up and I'll whip up some more for myself. It's the least I can do...you sent me an airline ticket, for Christssake." Soon he joined her at the table with eggs of his own. "So, how as work last night?" he asked, not being able to resist. It was legitimate small talk but he was curious to hear her lie to him. "The usual," she said, not volunteering anything more. "Was it busy? Are Friday nights busier?" He couldn't let it lie. "Oh.....a little busier but I'm off tonight and Julie said she would like to go out with us later." Jim perked up at that. "Really...that would be great. Got anyplace in mind?" "No, we'll just go clubbing. Julie knows a lot of the bouncers around here so we should get in without waiting in line, if there is one." Beth finished her eggs and walked the dishes back to the sink. "Oh, I almost forgot, I've got to go out later." Jim tried to sound surprised. "Now what? I thought we'd got out today...I wanted to see Central Park." "Ah, I'm sorry, Jim...we'll do that tomorrow, though, I promise. I made a doctor's appointment and I can't miss it." "Doctor? You don't look sick." Jim said as he turned to her.

"Well, I'm not." Elizabeth said and laughed. "It's just a yearly check-up ...it's with my gynecologist, if you must know." "Hey, you're telling me more than I wanted to know!" Jim joked and Elizabeth threw a dish towel at him. "Is it a male doctor?" "Jim! If you must know, it's a woman." "I thought so," Jim said as he took his dishes to the sink. As he walked toward her, he jabbed a little more at her. "It would probably be pretty embarrassing to have some guy examine you." Jim saw her face tense up as he brought up what was part of her actual job; he wondered if it was because she wanted to keep it secret or if she thought maybe he knew somehow. 'Let it go, Jim,' he thought. But she went on with the conversation, "Yeah, I don't think I'd feel as comfortable if it were a man..although I know a lot of women that go to male gynoes." "Hey, how about renting a movie or something before you go?" Jim asked to change the subject. "Yeah, we can do that. What do you want to see?" "Hell, there's so many I haven't seen...the folks haven't even bought a VCR yet, you know." "Oh, you poor thing," Elizabeth said in jest as she hugged him. "Let me get dressed and we'll go to the movie store." Jim swore he could feel her nipples through her nightshirt, even asleep, they were prominent. He remembered the way she'd pulled on them when she'd been up on that stage the night before and he felt himself getting a little excited. Then, she turned and shassayed out of the kitchen. "Man, you're a sicko..." Jim muttered to himself but didn't really mean it. His sister had chosen a lifestyle that emphasized her sexuality, so who could blame him? They ended up renting "Basic Instinct" as Jim's choice. He'd heard a lot about it, especially that Sharon Stone flashed her beaver in one scene. The plot of the story had so many holes in it, it was laughable. But Stone and her girlfriend, Roxy, looked really hot. Jim couldn't help noticing that Elizabeth went to the kitchen for a Coke just as Roxy and Stone did a lesbian kiss. Coincidence? After the film, went in to shower and re-emerged later wearing a pair of nice shorts and a tanktop-type shirt. She said she'd be back later in the afternoon. Jim told her he might go out to look around the city more but he'd probably be back before her if he did. She left and Jim went into the kitchen, took out the bottle of Vodka from the freezer and had himself couple of shots, laughing when he thought how great it would be if he showed up and Julie introduced him to Sharon Stone. "Wouldn't that be a kicker?" he said aloud as he went back in to watch that first scene with her riding that guy before she stuck him with that ice pick. Jim was feeling slightly buzzed when he stepped from the cab later. He paid the cabbie, a smelly something-or-other that had been playing some kind of music that sounded like a cat being stepped on for twenty minutes...the same song for twenty minutes. God only, knew if he'd taken the shortest route. The cab pulled away and Jim looked around. The street number Julie had given him was displayed over a pizzeria, so he went in there. No sign of Julie. He was a few minutes early, so he ordered a Pepsi and sat in the window booth. Ten minutes later, Julie came walking down the sidewalk, turning the head of many men in her wake. She saw him and waved him to come out. "There's my favorite stud," Julie said and gave him a nice kiss. "Come on, we're just going around the corner." She took his hand and they walked around the corner and down the next street. Halfway down the block, Julie steered him into what looked like a bar. A small sign above the door read "The Whipping Post". It was fairly dark on the inside after the door swung closed but Jim had time to take in the bar on one side of the room and a rather small area of tables and booths on the other. A big guy sat at one of the tables, reading a paper. "Thanks, Butch. You

can lock her up now," Julie said as they went past him and down a narrow hallway. Jim wondered what the hell was going on; apparently the place wasn't yet opened for business, yet Julie seemed to have the run of the place. Behind him he heard the front door being locked. At the end of the hall, Julie opened a door and they entered what looked like another party room. There were several couches, a small bar in one corner. Julie locked the door behind them. "A lot of doors being locked around here." Jim said. "The place isn't opened yet but I don't want anyone disturbing us," Julie said as she went past him toward the bar, playing her hand across the front of his jeans suggestively. "Mmmm. Tell me that you've been pulling my leg and you've decided you want me to fuck you for real this time." Jim said, ready to take some more of Julie if she wanted it. Julie moved behind the bar and poured herself a small glass of a brownish liquid. "I might take you on again," Julie said, "but first you're going to have to satisfy my client. She's right behind that door." Julie motioned toward another door beside the bar. "Really?" Jim said with a little excitement in his voice. All the way in the cab, he'd been thinking about young actresses. TV actresses, movie actresses.....Julie said he'd know her. Was it that girl from Married with children? Or maybe Winona Ryder? Shit, it could be anyone! "Mmmhmm. Now, let me explain what you're going to be doing. My client, for obvious reasons, does not want her face to be seen by you. She's afraid all this might get into the tabloids and ruin her....but she likes it so much she keeps coming back for more." Jim flopped down on one of the couches as Julie went on. "So, she's gone to great lengths to disguise her body. You'll see when we get in there." "We?" "Yeeaaaahhh," Julie said as she came around the bar, "I'm going to be in there watching you." Jim grinned at that. God, this might be good. "I can see you don't mind. Anyway, my client likes me to talk to her when she's being fucked - just me, not you. You can't talk when you're in there. If you do, I won't get paid and you can forget about anymore sex with me." "Can I grunt and moan?" Jim said jokingly. "If you must," Julie smirked as she raised a foot and laid it on his lap. Jim spread his legs a little wider and began to massage her calf as she used her shoe on his groin. The pressure and the talking about what was in the next room began to have an immediate effect. "I got it, no talking," Jim promised. "What else?" "In there, you do what I say; I'll be suggesting things. That's about it. I want my client to enjoy herself several times, if you get my drift. I don't think you'll have a problem in that area, she's pretty easy to get off." Julie's foot was making his jeans very uncomfortable by this time. He was rearing to go. "I think I'm ready to punch the clock," he said as he squirmed under her rubbing foot. "Good, she's probably wondering where we are. Come on, stand up." Jim stood up and Julie calmly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his tented zipper. She hooked her thumbs in the side of his underwear and pulled down his underpants and jeans down to mid-thigh. His cock got hung up in his underwear, painfully for a second, then it sprang up and out at Julie. "Hmmm, there's that big beauty," Julie said as her palm pressed it up against his belly. "My client's going to be very pleased." Jim made a grab for her tits but Julie backed away. "Save it for the client," she said as she walked toward the door by the bar. "Knock before you come in. And remember..." Julie raised her index finger in front of her lips, those great lips, and then she turned and went through the door, closing it behind her. Jim began shucking the rest of his clothes like a madman. Shirt, jeans, underwear, socks, shoes - all went flying on the couch. He walked over to the bar and downed the rest of the

drink that Julie had left. The liquor burned but it made him feel good. Ready as he ever would be, he walked to the door, knocked twice and went into the next room.

#MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler #Chapter 10

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Loner // IT 2017 Chapter Ten

Live - Lightening Crashes

I can feel It comin' back again like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind forces pullin' from the center of the earth again I can feel it.

He pulled away from the kiss, rubbing the back neck of his neck. “Uh…Sorry…” “No, no, I liked it.” I smiled. “Really?” He laughed nervously. “Oh yeah.” I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed.

I pushed him down, straddling his hips. “Is this alright?” I asked as I kissed his neck. “Yeah…” He trailed off. Lightening Crashes by Live croons softly in the background as he flips me over, kissing my neck.

Dani’s POV

I woke up to the sun filling the gaps my blinds created. Round Here by Counting Crows blasted from downstairs. Hm, James must be up. I got up, pulling on a green shirt and jeans rolled at the ankle.

I made my way down the stairs, the smell of pancakes filling my nose. As I entered the kitchen I saw Kali’s school stuff on the table and James making breakfast. Kali was sitting on the counter in her black sleepwear.

“Hey,Dani,” Kali hopped off the counter,”Can I borrow some clothes?” “Of course. Me aramrio es su aramrio.” I smiled. “Moi bien!” James joked, turning to face me.

Kali clomped up the stairs. “Hows it hangin?” I asked as James sat a perfectly circular pancake on a ceramic plate and handed to me.

He shrugged,”Nothin’ much, how about you?” He asked as I grabbed the syrup. “Boy drama.” I sighed, coating my pancake with syrup. “Who do I need to murder?” James asked. I laughed as he sat across from me.

“I’m serious.” He declared seriously as Kali walked in, wearing fishnet stockings, a black zip-up skirt, and a stripped sweater. “Wow…” I smirked,”Lookin’ hot. White hot.” “Thanks.” She winked.

Kali drove us to school, actually being on time today. “Finally! Friday!” She exclaimed as she exited the car. “I’m excited for that party tomorrow.” “Shit, me too.” Kali laughed.

Mrs. Kub was a smug cunt first period, as usual. I got to second period, Casey no where in site. I looked at Bill from across the room. He smiled back, his wide pink lips turning up at each corner.

Casey and her two friends: Amanda and Chelsea came stomping in. Casey rolled her eyes, sending the others into the same pattern. They mirrored her actions to a tee, to the point of it being just sad.

I rolled my eyes at Bill, throwing a scowl on my face shaking my head the same way they do. He laughed quaintly. Casey look at him, and he shot his head forward to look at the board.

I rolled my eyes again and turned back to the board.

Third period was History. Great, the most boring class ever. I sat through the lesson, wanting to throw my head through the cement wall. The teacher, Mr. Zigler, was explaining our projects toward the end of class. One of Casey’s pets, Amanda, raised her hand, sans Casey. Well, that’s new.

“Yes?” He asked, pointing to her. “Will we be able to work in groups?” He smiled,”I just about to say that. Uh, yes, partners, actually.” Everyone cheered, turning toward their designated “best friend”.

“But, I get to choose who you work with.” He smiled. Everyone stopped, then groaned. “Oh stop! It is not that bad.” He joked. He grabbed his roster, reading off each persons fait.

“-Amanda Shirtz and Dustin Henderson…” Thank god, I’m not with that barbie doll. “Eddie Kaspbrak and Danielle Sinclair…”

What? Eddie? Richie’s best friend? Great! He’s going to hate me.

The bell rang as I looked at the boy. His head was down, his shoulders slumped. I felt bad for the kid, actually. He practically married his mother, he didn’t have many friends, his dad died when he was ten, and everyone made fun of him.

Maybe working with him wouldn’t be so bad.

I walked to my class with haste, as it’s on the other side of the building. Why do I have to run to Gym class, and run again?

After gym class was lunch. I sat next to Kali at out usual table. “Hey.” I said as I sat at a blue stool. She bobbed her head with the music playing from her walkman into her headphones. I pulled off the noise canceling headphones,”Earth to Kali!” “Sorry.” She laughed.

I stopped the tape, popping the tape out of the device. “R.E.M? Did you take my tape?” “Yeah, sorry. I was gonna give it back.” “At least you finally gave into my pleas. I’ve been telling you to listen to this album for months!”

She laughed,”I know. Your bother recommended it this morning, so I looked for it when I was getting dressed.” I rolled my eyes,”You’re a tramp.” She laughed,”So are you.”

After lunch was study hall, which I spent in the library, doing my homework. I heard two people laughing and taking in hushed tones. I looked up to see Eddie Kaspbrak and George Denbrough. I smiled at Eddie, then returned to my work.

There was then loud noises and jokes, coming from a different spot. I looked up to see Richie Tozier, Bev Marsh, and Ben Hanscom. They were fucking around and laughing loudly. I groaned, pulling out the walkman I borrowed from Kali during lunch. I popped in the cassette James made me for my birthday.

Side One:

Tesla - Love Song

R.E.M - Strange Currencies

Smashing Pumpkins - Luna

The Smiths - This Charming Man

Joy Divison - Disorder

Semisonic - Closing Time

Stone Roses - I Wanna Be Adored

R.E.M - Losing My Religion

The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under The Bridge

Side Two:

Live - Lightening Crashes

Bush - Glycerine

Radiohead - Creep

Foo fighters - Everlong

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Soul To Squeeze

The Smiths - Girlfriend In A Coma

Counting Crows - Round Here

Fleetwood Mac - Storms

Stone Temple Pilots - Creep

Nirvana - Something In The Way

I got to Closing Time when the bell rang. I packed all of my things, and as I exited the library Beverly came up to me. “Hey, you comin’ to the party tonight?” “I thought it was Saturday.” “Yeah, but mine it tonight.” “Yeah, I’ll go.“ I smiled. “Saturday too?” She asked. “Of course! I love parties.” I smiled. “Me too.” She laughed. “See you then.” “See you there.” She waved as she turned the opposite direction of me.

I decided to skip Spanish today. Not for any reason other than that I wanted to sleep. I waited until the bell rang for the last time, and went back to the library.

After sixth period finished, I went to Biology. I wasn’t particularly good at the subject, but I loved the class. After the bell rang I went down to the detention room.

And guess who was there on my last day? You guessed it, Richie!

Thank god we only had half an hour detention today. It was due to the fact the janitor didn’t want to clean around pimple faced teenagers who couldn’t shut their mouths shut long enough to keep themselves out of trouble.

I rolled my eyes at him as I walked into the room. He didn’t move a muscle. I thought that was weird, but I sat down regardless. Five minutes passed. I didn’t hear a word from him.

I turned to face him,”What? No asshole comments for me today?” He looked up at me,”Nope.” I furrowed my brows,”Who are you and what have you done with Richie Tozier?”

He said nothing. I turned back around, but it didn’t feel right.

I shuffled around in my bag and pulled out my headphones and walkman. I stood up, walking over to Richie. I handed him the items. “Here.” I held them out.

He looked puzzled, but took the items anyway. He put on the headphones and hit “play” on the walkman. Lightening Crashes began to play through the large headphones.

I moved my stuff to the seat next to his and sat down.

During the song I saw his eyes grow glassy, tears threatening to take place. The song ended, he took the headphones off. He pressed stop on the tape player.

“I always carry the single, it’s my favorite song.” I smiled weakly. He pushed the walkman and headphones over to me.

I popped the tape out of the walkman and handed it to him. He didn’t say anything, he just engulfed me in a tight hug.

Before I could hug him back, his watch beeped. He grabbed the tape quickly and grabbed his bag, scurrying out of the room.

I sat, utterly confused. After a few minutes I gathered my things and left the room. As I opened the door to the back parking lot, I saw Richie’s blue car. I searched the empty lot for Kali’s car, but I couldn’t find it. I guess she forgot about me.

I dreaded what I was going to do, but I walked over to the old car. I knocked on the window.

I could heard Lightening Crashes playing. Richie’s head was down. He looked up, his eyes tear stricken. He wiped his eyes discreetly, then rolled down his window.

“Hey-uh-your sister isn’t here, so I was wondering if you’d give me a ride home.” “Sure.” His voice broke momentarily. I got into the passenger seat of the little car.

We were silent until the song ended, and then he started the tape over. “I still live on Oak Road.” He nodded at my words. We turned onto my street a few minutes later.

Before I opened the door he ejected the tape, handing it to me. I shook my head,”Keep it.” I opened the door and slammed it, walking up my driveway. I saw Kali’s car on the pavement. She’s waiting for me.

I opened the door, walking into the anti room. I looked back through the window and saw Richie’s car was gone. I slipped off my shoes and walked into the living room.

“Honey, I’m home!” I called into the empty room. “Hm…” I sighed. I went up to my room. Empty. I heard Candlebox coming from my brothers room.

I walked down the steps and made a beeline for his room. I heard Kali’s giggle from the room.

I opened the door to see her straddling his hips. She was shirtless, and he only had boxers on.

“What the fuck?” I yelled, backing away from the door.

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