#and i'm thinking about college like man that shit was wild

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

College really will have you putting up with indignities

[rowdydevs]

𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮𝔂𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼

𝙽𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖: 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟’ 𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪

𝙷𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚢!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

warnings: mutual pining, swearing, drinking, rafe and the reader are intoxicated, oral (male + female receiving), bathroom sex, semi-public sex, spanking, unprotected p in v, pullout method, rough oral, dirty talk, praise wet + messy, cum tasting

📖 All of my asks got deleted 💕😭 so I'm not sure who requested this, but thank you! When you're getting hit on by a loser at your local college bar “boyfriend” Rafe comes in to save the day.

Reader’s POV:

The crowd's roar is deafening as you sit pressed against the glass of the college hockey area. The game had barely begun, but the energy was already electric—hit after hit, shot after shot. Your friend Lexi shouts and claps, pulling you out of your daze as she bangs her wool mittens against the glass.

Rafe Cameron… Your eyes track him as he streams by confidently, his red and black jersey rippling behind him as he skates, dodging the defenseman on his way to the net.

You smile, biting your lip as you look at the man before you. He sat two rows ahead of you in your accounting class, the two of you exchanging no more than two words all year. Still, there’s just something about him that has your heart racing every time you see him.

“You’re staring,” your friend smiles, looking at you from the corner of her eye. She lifts her draft beer to her lips, grinning against the rim before sipping.

“What?” You giggle as you stuff your hands in your pockets. “Am not.” You lie as the warmth of your little crush creeps up your neck, pooling hot in your cheeks.

“Yes, you are, she teases. “And, honestly, I don’t blame you…”

You roll your eyes away, but you can’t get the smile off your face. Rafe skates by the student section, glancing briefly at the glass as he cleans the snow off his stick. The corners of his lips curl into a smile, making your pulse skip, but you quickly shake it off.

I mean, it was a good shift… He had to be happy about that; you explain it away.

After the game wore on, the players moved faster, hits got harder, and the scoreboard stayed locked at an even 2 to 2. You could feel the determination and intensity radiating off him every time he hit the ice; you couldn’t take your eyes off him—like you would’ve regardless.

With less than a minute of play, Rafe broke away from the traffic with the puck on his stick. The crowd rose to its feet, getting louder and louder the closer he got until he drew his stick back and fired at the net. The sound of the rubber puck clanged off the pipe, and the crowd went wild when the red light flashed. The buzzer drones, its sound quickly swallowed up in the Goal Song.

You jump to your feet, clapping and cheering with the crowd. Rafe skates toward the middle, grinning as his teammates mob him, but once that celebration breaks apart, he turns to the student section, helmet off, hair wet with sweat, staring directly at you, smiling, sealing the deal with a cheeky wink.

There was no mistaking it… The look, the smile, the wink. It was meant for you and you alone.

“Did you see that?” Your friend screams before you can even fully process what happened.

“I… Uh…” You stammer, looking at her to confirm what you saw before you say anything, knowing full-well she could be asking about the goal and not Rafe.

“Oh, please,” Lexi scoffs teasingly as she shoves you away. “That shit was for you, and you know it.”

The car ride to the bar was filled with music and laughter. You can't help but get lost in your thoughts. Replaying that moment a few times before opening Instagram, fingers hovering over the search bar.

“Just do it,” your friend laughs, watching it all; face twisting slightly as she catches you debating.

“I didn't ask you,” you chide light-heartedly.

“You’re thinkin’ about followin’ him… Just do it,” she challenges you.

“Do you think that he would have followed me if he was interested?” You ask as you look at his handsome profile picture.

You hesitate for another second, looking through a couple of his newer pictures. And just when you’re about to take the plunge, you look up at the little heart in the right-hand corner, seeing a new notification. New follower, Rafe Cameron.

Your eyes widen on the screen, and you and your friend gasp in unison. Before you can even think about it further, she clicks the little blue confirm button for you.

“What the hell?” You scold her, slapping her away.

“I’m invested, I’m sorry,” she laughs. “What? Were you gonna say ‘no’?” You shake your head ‘no’ and smile, looking at your new friend, feeling your excitement rise.

The bar downtown is packed with post-game and Saturday night traffic. The music is loud, and the energy is high as students pour in to celebrate the hockey team’s win and the start of winter break. You push through the crowd, making your way up to the bar. You order a few mixed drinks before snapping some pictures.

”Ooh,” Lexi coos. “That one’s perfect.”

You upload the pic of the two of you holding drinks, tagging the bar. It wasn’t entirely intentional—or that’s what you told yourself. If Rafe just happens to see it and shows up? Well, that was just a beautiful coincidence.

The night rages on, drinks flowing, conversations blending into laughter, more friends arriving, turning your little group of two into a full-on party. You start to relax a little more, feeling the liquor course through your system, and then you feel something else as a large hand rests on your lower back.

“Hey, Babe.”

Your eyes widen, and you freeze, hearing a voice you were not expecting nor wanted to hear. You turn slowly, coming face-to-face with Mark, a guy from your accounting class, too. The kind of guy who made you excited about the semester’s end. Unfortunately, he was the type of guy who never took ‘no’ for an answer…

“Hi, Mark,” you mumble, keeping your tone flat and uninterested, knowing that even the slightest bit of kindness would be confused for much more.

“You looking stunning tonight,” he praises as he steps even closer, making you take one step back.

“Thanks,” you sigh.

“You here with anyone?” He asks curiously as he scans the crowd. Your friend looks between the two of you—her judgment of his hidden piss-poorly. The girl was unapologetically Team Rafe all the way, and Mark Lundell is no Rafe Cameron.

“Just my friends,” you say as you swirl your finger around lazily, gesturing to your group gathered around.

“No invite?” He fake pouts and you feel your body recoil when you hear it. Mark seems to notice your disdain, but it doesn't stop him from trying. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in possessively. You rest your hand on his chest, pushing away slightly, but he doesn’t get the hint.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you-”

“No thanks,” you shout over the music, not even curious about what he meant to ask.

He chuckles and scoffs playfully, turning his hat to the back as he moves his face closer. “Hey-Hey, don’t be like that,” he soughs.

You close your eyes, swallowing thickly as he continues to talk, wondering what it’s gonna take to get him to fuck off- “She’s with me,” Rafe’s voice rolls through your mind like a sweet dream.

You turn, breath catching as you see Rafe walking in, just a few feet separating the two of you with his big hands stuffed in his jacket. His sharp gaze locks on Mark, and he gives him a little whistle and a nod, kindly telling him to ‘fuck off.’

Mark scowls, looking down at you and then Rafe. “Cameron?” He asks. The two boys are familiar with each other from the gym locker room—exchanging glances when the baseball boys leave and the hockey boys arrive.

“I’m her boyfriend,” Rafe says smoothly, eliminating the space between you. Your heart stutters at the word, but Rafe doesn’t miss a beat, reaching behind you to shove Mark out of the way before taking his “rightful” place at your side.

“Since when?” Mark asks as his expressions shifts.

“Since none of your fuckin’ business, Lundell,” Rafe smiles, his tone calm but firm.

“You know, if you’re not interested, you can just say that,” Mark snaps, recovering from his bruised ego by turning to the bartender, gesturing for a new bottle of Coors. “You don’t need to be a fuckin’ bitch-”

“The fuck was that now?” Rafe smiles, his eyes wide and wild as he separates from you, standing toe-to-toe with him. Mark doesn’t back down, his chest puffed as he looks slightly up at Rafe.

Rafe bites his lips, holding back a laugh, his relaxed demeanor’s somehow more intimidating than any show of aggression.

“Call her a fuckin’ bitch again, and we’re gonna have a problem…”

“Oh, yeah-”

“Honestly, bitch. We already have problems because regardless of who the fuck I am, she told you no… And you kept pushin’,” Rafe hisses, emphasizing the final word with a rough shove.

Mark’s a big guy himself, who doesn’t move too far, but the contact made him flinch, leaving Rafe holding back yet another chuckle.

“Walk away,” Rafe mumbles, his voice low and steady.

Mark’s dark eyes lock on yours. The bartender walks over, resting his beer on the bar top. He takes his out, snagging the bottle off the hardwood before rolling his eyes and sucking his teeth, disappearing into the thick college crowd.

You breathe deeply, letting out the deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in, quickly turning your attention to Rafe.

“You okay?” He asks protectively as he twists toward you.

You look up at him, your heart racing, and you nod, “Yeah… Thanks for that.”

“No problem,” he shrugs it off. Rafe rests his hand on your lower back, making your heart race, lighting you on fire as he flags down the bartender himself. “You want a drink, princess?”

Before you can overthink it, you rise onto your tippy toes, kissing his cheek. Rafe freezes, a soft, shy smile spreading on his lips, making her feel weak.

“Truly… Thank you,” you whisper. “Do you want a drink? It’s on me,” you assure me, turning your attention to the bartender as she arrives, but you can tell Rafe’s mind is still stuck on the kiss. “Rafe?” You giggle, resting your hand on his chest, feeling his heart bang underneath.

“Uh… Yeah. I’d love that, sweetheart. A Coors. Thanks.”

You order your drink, and Rafe reaches over you, his arms a little longer. He passes the bartender his card instead, starting a tab as you protest, but he just rolls his blue eyes and smiles.

The rest of the night is a blur of laughter, easy conversation, and alcohol. Rafe’s charming, funny, and much more than the reserved guy you had seen in class.

You talk about everything—school, hockey, your favorite places in town—and with every passing minute, your little crush blooms into something more. You feel comfortable, like you’ve known each other forever. And to Mark and the rest of the bar, that little boyfriend title he used honestly looked like the real thing.

At some point, the drinks catch up with the both of you. Rafe leans closer, his breath warm against your neck, making you turn into him. The boy quickly pulling you up onto his lap.

“You know…” He says, his words slightly slurred. “I’ve had a big fat crush on you all semester.”

Your eyes widen on his, hands resting on his chest as your mouth falls open in surprise. “You have?” You practically gasp, making him laugh at how happy you look with his admittance.

“Mhmm,” he hums as he wraps his big arms around your waist, moving closer. “You’re so—fuck,” he chuckles as the words get caught on his lips. “You are so fuckin’ pretty.” You laugh and shake your head. “What?” He asks bashfully.

“You, Rafe Cameron, are the prettiest boy I have ever seen-”

“I’m pretty?” He chuckles, lifting his eyebrow as he points to his chest.

“Mhmm…” You giggle.

“Well, shit… Thank you,” he smiles and flutters his lashes playfully.

Just like Mark did, Rafe grabs his hat, twisting it to the back, trying to eliminate the space between the two of you, but unlike the boy before, your tummy only fills with butterflies. Rafe tips his heavy head against your temple, chuckling drunkenly.

“I’ve had a crush on you too,” you admit, and as soon as the last word leaves your lips, he’s wrapping his big arms around you, pressing a rough, wet kiss against your cheek, making you squeal.

“The fuck you have?” He asks as he pulls back fast.

“I’m serious," you giggle as you turn to the side, looking directly into his gorgeous eyes.

Rafe bites his lip, studying yours, his glassy gaze hanging at half-mast. “Well, shit… S’my lucky night. Huh?” He asks.

“Feelin’ pretty lucky myself,” you whisper as the two of you get closer and closer. The air between you feels electric—charged with the buzz of too many drinks and sexual tension. Rafe’s gaze flickers between your eyes and lips, the two of you not realizing how close you’re getting until your lips connect.

The bar around you hums in the distance, and it feels like just the two of you for the moment. It’s uncoordinated—but perfect in its imperfection. Your lips move against his, making heat radiate through your body. Rafe smiles against your lips; you return the same, the pair of you pulling apart, giggling like teenagers caught in the act.

You look at Rafe—that same fire lit his eyes that’s burning in yours. He holds your cheeks in his hands, desperate to kiss him again.

“Should we-”

”We should,” you hum.

“Do that again. Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” you giggle. Rafe guides you off the stool, pulling closer, the two of you stumbling slightly, giggling before your lips find each other again.

“We’re kinda drunk,” he whispers against your mouth.

“Is that okay?” You breathe, just hoping he’ll say ‘yes.’

“It’s okay with me. Is it okay with you, princess?” He asks.

“It’s okay-” You pant as your lips crash into his, warm and messy. You let out a soft moan against his lips, hands scratching into the hair at the nape of his neck as his hands roam your body. His grip on you is firm—yet another assurance that he wants you just as bad.

The world spins around you, your head fuzzy from the drinks and your perfect kiss. You break away just enough to grab his hand, tugging him toward the hallway. "Where are we-" Rafe starts, but you cut him short with another kiss, this one hungrier, more insistent.

"The bathroom," you whisper against his lips, feeling him smile again. Rafe draws back, looking both ways before opening the door. The two of you kiss your way inside, pushing back into the first open stall.

Rafe grabs your hips in his big hands, pulling you into him. You can feel his semi-hard cock pressed against his jeans, getting stiffer every second. You let out a breathy sigh against his soft, sweet mouth, Rafe taking the opportunity to slide his tongue inside as his lips move against yours.

He rolls his back against the bathroom wall, making you gasp as his thigh splits your legs. He leans back slightly, guiding you closer, leading you to grind your aching clit on his upper thigh. Rafe smiles against your lips as you take his wordless direction. He moves his hands from his lips to your ass, squeezing as you rock with the tempo of your kiss.

You gasp as you feel his cool hands rest against your tummy, your little breath turning into a deep, needy moan as he cups your laced-covered breasts in his rough hands.

You continue to grind as his lips press roughly against your neck, sucking with a bruising strength as you feel a warmth spread through you, little pangs of pleasure spurring from between your thighs.

You draw back slightly, biting your lip as you ride his leg. Rafe stares back at you, the look in his eyes painting a filthy picture of the two of you doing so much more. Thinking about you riding him just like this, your warm, wet cunt hugging him tight.

You can feel yourself soaking through your panties with each swivel of your hips. You grab his beautiful face, pulling him in for another kiss, hungry for more. “Rafe,” you whisper needily, your name leaving his lips so sweetly, making him moan into your kiss.

“Yeah, pretty?” He rasps, this voice sweet and thick like honey.

“Can I?” You ask shyly, but honestly, it’s why you brought him in here in the first place, desperately wanting your lips wrapped around him and maybe more…

“Can you what, princess?” He drawls before taking your bottom lip between his teeth, biting and tugging, making chills fall down your spine.

“Can I suck your cock?” You ask gently, feeling Rafe let out a breathy laugh like he can’t believe those words are leaving your sweet lips.

“You sure, baby?” He asks as he reaches his hand down, already working on his button.

You move down to your knees, looking at him through your lashes. “M’sure,” you smile. “Very, very sure.”

You grope his clothed cock with one hand, drawing his zipper down with the other before lowering his pants just enough, looking at his dick tented under the cotton, a wet stain of precum gathered on it. You wrap your lips around his tip, wetting Rafe’s boxers, making his breath catch in his muscular chest.

You suck the taste off, quickly pulling down his boxers too. Your eyelashes flutter as you take him in, his tip still weeping precum, long and thick… You release a desperate moan, thinking about what his length would feel like pushing in and out of your wet cunt, wondering if you could take him all.

You stroke him slowly, watching his eyes fall shut, head falling back on the metal partition. Your heart sinks a little, seeing his head sticking out over the top of the stall about four inches; those concerns quickly wave away as you hear a deep groan leave his lips.

Rafe looks down at you again as you hold his throbbing dick in your hand, running your tongue along his length before teasing the tip. Your hand drifts under his t-shirt, fingers working up his cut abs, feeling the little divots under your fingers deepening with each sharp breath he takes.

“Shit,” he pants as you bind your lips around him fully. Rafe wraps his hand around the top of the bathroom door, squeezing tightly as you take him to the back of your throat, bobbing again and again.

Rafe’s head falls back, knocking against the wall, making his eyes double at the loud sound; the man quickly shushing you with a finger up to his pretty lips and a playful smile like you had anything to do with that noise.

You wrap your lips around his tip, sucking, causing him to buck his toned hips, pitching his long cock in your throat. You lift your hand, slipping it through the slight space between his body and jeans, cupping his heavy balls in your hands.

"Fuck, princess," he groans, "I’m gonna cum.” You take your cue, gagging on him, salvia and precum drooling out of the sides of your lips. He bites his lips, stiffening deep moan.

You rest your hands on his thighs— Rafe’s muscles quivering underneath your palms. He cups the back of your head in his hands, tugging you as close as he can get as he cums deep in your throat.

His breath shudders as you draw out the last bits of his pleasure, swallowing it all as he looks down at you in a drunken, lust-ridden daze. Rafe pushes out a sharp breath as you pull off his cock nice and slow, cleaning off your lips with the back of your hand as he helps you off the floor, leading you back to him. You pant into your kiss, your deep breathing competing with his. “That was so fucking good,” he mumbles.

“Mmm… Glad I could make you feel good,” you whisper as you tug up his boxers, trapping his hard cock in the band of it, not wanting to pressure him into more, given you were the one that pulled him in here in the first place. “Should we head out?” You ask, between soft kisses.

“I don’t wanna,” he mumbles. “Do you?”

You giggle against his lips, moving a little closer. “No… I just don’t wanna pressure-“

“Pressure me?” He asks in disbelief, stopping you before you can finish the thought as his big hands cup your cheeks, pulling you into an even deeper kiss. “You fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

“I don’t know,” you giggle lightly.

“You can use me however you’d like, princess,” he whispers. “Told you… It’s my lucky night. I’m feelin’ lucky. I’m gettin’ lucky. This is the best night I’ve had in a very long time,” he mumbles the last three words between tender kisses. ”Let me taste you, sweetheart.”

”Yeah?” You ask softly.

“Fuck, yeah…” He hums as he fingers the button of your jeans. “Let me get you good and wet first, hmm?” He asks as he rolls you against the wall.

Rafe tugs at your pants just like you did, making you gasp, pulling them down just enough to get at your panties. He slips his big fingers into the waist pant, spreading your legs slightly, making you whimper as he runs two big digits through your slick folds.

“Shit, pretty. Fuckin’ soaked f’me already,” he hums against your lips. “Bet you’d feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He pushes his fingers inside you, making you reach for a breath; Rafe curls them, drawing out a moan from your pillowy lips.

“I want that so bad,” you pant as you stare into his sin-darkened eyes as he starts to work even quicker, broad palm smacking against your puffy clit repeatedly, making it that much harder to hold back your sounds of pleasure.

“You want my dick, princess?”

“Mhmm…” You hum needily.

“Think you can wait?” Rafe teases as he twists his hand, making a moan rip from your throat that has you both looking at each other in shock, fighting back a laugh that quickly turns into another whine as his rough thumb circles on top of your clit.

You bite down on your bottom lip, tossing your head back, and just when you think it can get any better, he moves to his knees, flicking his tongue across your clit, making your muscles jump as his fingers continue to dart in and out. Rafe chuckles against your clit, the warmth of his voice making you whimper, toes curling, fingers twisting in his hair.

“Just like that, Rafe… Don’t stop,” you plead as you feel yourself about to lose control completely.

“Cum for me, princess,” he hums against your sex, the vibrations sending you over the edge, leaving your body fluttering around his big fingers, muscles trembling uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop until your body relaxes fully, you fighting for a breath as you slump against the bathroom wall.

“Holy shit,” he practically moans as he rises to his feet again, his handsome face flushed, chin glistening with your arousal. You pull Rafe to your lips, tasting the two of you together, your body feeling like it could float away.

Rafe pushes you into the wall, his cock hard just like it was before—his want for you practically oozing off his skin. “So, should we get out of here?” He teases you with your own words, chuckling against your lips as you giggle against his; Rafe has no intention of leaving unless that’s what you want. You have no intention of leaving either as you tug at his jeans and boxers again. “Need you so fucking bad,” Rafe mutters as he turns you around, grabbing your wrists, guiding your hands on the wall in front of you as you push your ass onto his hard cock.

Rafe’s hands drift underneath your hockey jersey, lifting it slightly as you bend over. “Gonna get you one of my older jerseys when we get home, aight?” He hums, smacking your ass with his big hand.

“You’re takin’ me home?” You ask sweetly.

“Yeah, baby… ‘Course I am,” he drawls as he leans in, pressing his chest against your back, pushing a gentle kiss on your lips as he traces his fat tip through your slit, bumping your clit, making you gasp.

“We doin’ condoms or what, princess?” Rafe questions as he bullies your hole, bottom lip tucking between his teeth, teasing himself with your warm, wet pussy praying you’ll say ‘no.’

“Boyfriend privileges,” you giggle as you look over your shoulder and smile, giving him a little wink.

“Fuck, I love the sound of that, baby-”

You draw in a sharp breath against as Rafe thrusts into you slowly, his fat tip filling you before he presses in inch by inch, finally bottoming you out. His hands rub along your lower back, letting you adjust to his size; your cunt pulling him in just like he imagined, leaving him tossing his head back to the ceiling.

Rafe grabs your hips, grunting about how tight you are as he pulls out to the tip, shoving himself back inside, making you reach behind your back, wrapping your trembling hand around his wrist to steady yourself and keep from crying out.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the bathroom, but you couldn't care less. And neither does Rafe, slapping your ass again, making your pussy tighten around his fat cock as he ruts into you quicker and harder.

“Holy shit,” you whimper, your bottom lip quivering in overstimulation.

“Mpfhh…” He grunts, pounding into your soaked center again and again. “So good, princess… Taking me so fuckin’ good. You gonna cum? Fuckin’ cum for me,” he begs as he pulls you back fast, pistoning his hips, fucking you on his dick as your fingers spiral on your clit.

“Oh—Oh, fuck. Rafe,” you squeal as you cum around his cock. Rafe’s jaw tightens, using his last bit of power to fuck you through your orgasm, and the second he pulls out, you gasp, feeling his climax land hot on your lower back. His cum pools in the dip of your spine, rolling down your warm skin.

Rafe clutches your hips in his hands, taking a deep breath as his throbbing dick resting on your ass. The two of you panting and groaning, coming down from your highs together.

He cleans you off, helping you back into your clothes between soft kisses and sweet nothings. Rafe looks at your sweater, scrubbing off a little bit of cum caught on the fabric, making a joke about how he’s technically on the back of your jersey now, making the two of you laugh way too hard.

Rafe’s hand is warm in yours; his firm yet gentle grip guides you through the packed bar. Laughter and music swell around you, but all you can focus on is Rafe’s touch and his thumb gently brushing against your hand.

The two of you step up to the bar at the same spot where you started your night, standing side-by-side with your knight in shining armor. You glance up at him and smile as he orders you two drinks before closing your tab.

Rafe kiss-swollen lips curl into a small smile as he feels the heat of your gaze out of the corner of his eye. He grabs the check off her hands, scribbling a tip and a total. Rafe sets it down and moves a little closer, stepping chest to chest with you; your back backed up against the bar. His hair is messy from your bathroom romp; slightly mussed, a soft purple mark forming on his neck from your lips, a particularly rough kiss.

Rafe grabs your hand, flipping it over, pen hovering over your palm. You watch as he works: his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, his chicken scratch handwriting tattooing your skin, but the words stop your heart.

Tomorrow night 7 pm Luna Rosa I like you a lot -RC

You blink, rereading it like your brain is playing tricks on you. But then he looks at you—those intense, drunken eyes locked onto yours—and kisses the back of your hand.

“I mean it, princess,” he mumbles softly. “In case you had any doubts.”

You rise on your tippy toes, kissing his cheek again like you did earlier in the night before tucking yourself in his neck. “I really like you too, Rafe,” you whisper.

When you pull away this time, he’s not just stunned silent; he’s ready. Rafe cups your cheeks in his hands again, kissing you deeply, pulling you into his arms, and there is absolutely no doubts. ♥️

[daryltwdixon]

Can you do Daryl with an intelligent girl who maybe came from the same trailer park but went to nursing school or something

Summary: Daryl never could accept the fact that you were leaving him. He knew you were meant for more than the trailer park, that you were making something of yourself, chasing the kind of life he never thought he could touch. But that didn’t make it hurt any less when you got accepted into nursing school. So he did what he always did—lashed out with sharp, thoughtless words he didn’t mean, and let you walk away before he could ask you to stay.

|| angst, hurt with delayed comfort, tp!daryl, farm!daryl, kind of established relationship with no label, the man has a lotta feelings and has no clue how to handle them || notes: I'm so sorry this is probs NOT what you were expecting but god I love angsty Daryl. This is like what the ruins of us could’ve been if they’d just accepted their feelings.

The porch creaked when you stepped out, half-empty beer in one hand, the other bracing against the chipped doorframe. The air smelled like hot asphalt and cheap cigarettes—someone in the next lot over still had their music playing, something low and twangy.

Daryl was leaning against the railing, a nearly empty bottle dangling from his fingers. But he wasn’t where you left him—not lounged into the second rocking chair, hidden in the corner of the porch out of the baking sun like usual. He was standing now, stiff-backed and still, staring down at the paper in his hands.

“You weren’t even gonna tell me,” he muttered without looking at you, and he held up the paper.

Your opened acceptance letter.

You blinked. “I was. I am.”

His jaw tightened, like he didn’t believe you. Or maybe he didn’t want to. He dropped the letter onto the small cigarette littered table by the door. “So that’s it, then? You’re just leavin’.”

You stepped down from the doorframe to stand beside him, the wood warm from the sun even this late. “I told you I was applying. Daryl, they gave me a full ride scholarship. That’s not just—”

“Yeah, I know what it is,” he snapped. His arms folded across his chest like armor. “Ain’t gotta talk to me like I’m stupid.”

Your mouth opened, then shut. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Silence stretched out between you, thick and restless. The cicadas screamed in the trees. Down the road, a truck rumbled past with its headlights off.

“I thought you’d be happy for me,” you said after a long beat. Voice quieter now, uncertain.

Daryl let out a short, humorless laugh. “Yeah? Well, guess I ain’t real good at pretendin’.”

You stared at him, trying to find the softness underneath all that bark, the boy who used to hand you bottle rockets and steal peaches from old man Gentry’s tree. The man who held you close at night, who kissed you in the bed of his truck on summer evening at the drive in.

“Why are you bein’ like this?”

He finally turned to look at you, and you wished he hadn’t. His eyes were sharp and wild and wounded.

“’Cause you’re actin’ like this place never meant nothin’ to you. Like I never meant nothin’.”

That landed hard. Your chest pinched around it.

“That’s not fair.”

“No?” His voice rose just a little. “You get to run off, play nurse, start some new life, and what? I just stay here? Fix Merle’s shit, watch Pop drink himself to death?”

“I never asked you to stay here.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t ask me to come with you, neither.”

That stopped you cold. Because you hadn’t. You hadn’t even thought to.

“Daryl…”

He looked away again, chewing at the inside of his cheek. Angry. Embarrassed. Small.

“You’ve always thought you were better than this place,” he muttered. “Better than me.”

You stood up then, heart pounding, beer forgotten. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. I’ve fought for everything. I worked my ass off to get outta here.”

He nodded, jaw working. “Yeah. And now you get to go patch up college boys and drink your little lattes and forget all about the rest of us.”

“You think I’m gonna forget you?”

“Ain’t that what you do?” he shot back, standing up, crowding your space. “Climb high enough, leave the rest of us in the mud.”

It hurt. God, it hurt more than you thought it would. More than it should’ve.

“I loved you,” you said, voice shaking. “I love you, Daryl. But I can’t stay here and rot just to prove it.”

Daryl’s mouth opened. Closed. He didn’t know what to do with that. With love. Especially not yours.

So he did what he always did. He lashed out.

“Go play nurse for all them rich boys,” he said, tone flat. “Bet they’ll eat that shit up.”

You flinched like he’d hit you. Over and over like each word he spewed as a hit to your gut.

The porch lights buzzed above you. Inside, the old box fan in the window rattled against the frame. You suddenly hated this place. Hated how it was in your lungs, in your clothes, how it would never let him go.

“I’ll call,” you said, softer now.

Daryl shook his head, not looking at you as he stepped off the porch into the Georgia night.

“Don’t bother.”

Daryl

Fourth day out.

The sun was high, thick in the trees. The air pressed down on Daryl like it had weight, clinging to the sweat on his back, his neck, the inside of his shirt. His legs ached, but it didn’t slow him. Nothing would. Not yet. Not until he found Sophia or dropped dead trying.

He hadn’t slept right in days. Couple hours here and there. Rested up in trees like he used to, one eye open. Rick kept saying they had to keep faith. Carol was hanging on by threads. And the others...hell, most of them didn’t believe she was alive anymore.

But Daryl did. Because she had to be.

The heat made his vision blur around the edges.

He’d been walking since sunrise, following signs—scrapes on bark, half a shoe print in the mud that might not’ve even been hers. But it was something.

His body was on autopilot now. Step, scan, step. Branches slapped at his arms. Sweat stung his eyes. He barely felt it.

He dragged the back of his dirty hand across his forehead, took another few steps up the ridge, eyes scanning the trail ahead. The air felt different here. Cooler. Stiller.

He paused.

Listened.

Something moved through the trees—soft, fast. Too light for a walker, too smooth for a deer. The trees were quiet. That kind of quiet that made his skin crawl, like the whole world was holding its breath.

Daryl raised his crossbow without thinking. “Sophia?” he called, voice rough from hours of silence.

No answer. Just another rustle. Closer. He moved toward it, careful.

And then... You stepped into view.

And the world stopped.

You looked like a ghost. Not clean, not untouched—no one was anymore. He couldn't tell if he was hallucinating or not. Standing there in jeans stained at the knees, a pack slung over your shoulder, sun catching in your hair like it always had.

His lungs quit working.

Then you said his name.

And Daryl Dixon, who had gutted walkers, walked through fire, faced death over and over, had flinched.

He knew your voice. Knew it better than anything. Could’ve picked it out blindfolded in a storm, could’ve followed it straight into hell. And here it was, soft and real and saying his name like he hadn’t shattered everything the last time you stood in front of him.

He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. His brain went blank and loud all at once—static and screaming, every memory shoving itself forward like it had claws.

The memory of the last time he saw you, a memory he only saw in dreams now because he would shove it away every time it surfaced in the days afterward, was fresh behind his eyes. The things he said—sharp, stupid things—just to make you feel as bad as he did. You’d looked at him like he’d broken something between you, something that couldn’t be put back.

Now you were here.

And you didn’t hesitate. You ran.

Boots hitting the earth fast and sure, arms open, crashing into him like you were sure he’d catch you—and he did, though his feet stumbled back a step and his breath seized like he’d taken a hit to the ribs. For a heartbeat, he didn’t move. Couldn’t. He still wasn't entirely sure he wasn't hallucinating. That maybe he was dying on the ground from heat stroke and you were some angel come to take him to hell.

But your arms were real. Solid around his shoulders. Your body warm against his. And then his own arms, slow and unsure, wrapped around you like they were remembering something they hadn’t felt in years. They settled there—tight, desperate, almost trembling—and then he buried his face into the curve of your neck, because there was nowhere else in the world he wanted to be.

You still smelled the same, now with the undeniable scent of dirt and sweat from months of survival on your own. But you still had that faint, warm sweetness that had haunted him on nights he couldn’t sleep. His fingers clenched at the fabric of your shirt, bringing you closer to him like he was scared you’d disappear again. And for the first time in a long time, he let himself breathe. Let himself feel.

You held him like no time had passed. Like the years hadn’t hollowed both of you out. Like he hadn’t said the one thing he regretted more than anything in the whole damn world.

And that… forgiveness? That grace? That mercy cracked something open in his chest. Because maybe you remembered every word. Maybe you hadn’t forgotten a thing. But you were still here. Still choosing him.

He’d expected a reckoning if he ever saw you again. Silence. Distance. Maybe a slap. But instead, he got this. You pressed against him. Breathing him in. Holding him like coming back was never a question.

And he was surprised when it didn’t feel like punishment.

Because it felt like hope.

And when he finally opened his mouth, the words barely made it out.

“I’m sorry,” he shuddered into you.

“I know,” you breathed.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands still warm where they rested on his shoulders. Your eyes searched his face, like you were trying to find all the pieces he’d buried and put them back together.

And then you did the thing he’d tried hardest to forget. The thing that twisted in his gut whenever it surfaced in the dark. The thing that lived somewhere just behind his ribs, where no one else could reach.

You kissed him.

And Daryl didn’t stop you.

Couldn’t.

He kissed you back, rough and aching, like something in him had come loose. Like all the time between then and now had built up behind his ribs, waiting to crack open the second your mouth touched his. There was no thought, no hesitation. Just instinct. Just you. His hand found your waist, pulled you in, desperate to feel all of you—solid, breathing, here.

The first kiss was quick. Too quick. Like he was afraid to take too much. But then you leaned into him, your hands curling into the back of his sleeveless shirt, and whatever hold he thought he had on himself snapped like dry twigs.

He kissed you harder. Messier. His mouth pressed to yours with a kind of hunger he didn’t know he still had in him. You were warm under his hands, grounding. Familiar and different all at once. And God, the way you held onto him—like you wanted this. Like you still wanted him—it nearly dropped him to his knees.

He didn’t even realize he was shaking until you slid your hands up to his shoulders, steadying him. He pressed his forehead to yours between kisses, trying to breathe, trying to think, but nothing made sense except your mouth and your hands and the way your breath caught when he kissed the corner of your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, breathless, eyes squeezing shut like it hurt to say it. They were the only words he knew right then. Everything else was too big, too messy. But those—those three words—were the truth. They scraped up from somewhere deep, somewhere buried, and left him raw. “I’m sorry.”

He felt you nod, felt your hands curl tighter in his shirt, grounding him.

“It’s okay, Daryl,” you breathed, the words quiet but certain. He barely had time to register the sound of them before your fingers slid into his hair, fisting the short, sweaty strands around your knuckles. “It’s okay.”

He let out a ragged breath. His eyes stayed shut, like if he looked at you too long, it might break the spell. No one said things like that to him. Not like they meant it. Not without an edge, not without a catch. But you did. You always had.

The woods were quiet around you, all dappled light and heat rising from the earth. His hands stayed on your waist, thumbs brushing your skin just beneath the hem of your shirt. Not thinking about it, not trying to start anything—just needing that contact. That proof.

He finally opened his eyes, just a crack.

You were already looking at him.

Not with pity. Not with anger. Just that same steady gaze you’d always had when he was trying to hold himself together and failing miserably. Like you saw straight through all the armor and decided to stay anyway.

He swallowed hard. His throat was tight.

“You’re really here,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling just a little. “I am.”

He let out a quiet laugh—barely a breath. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever find you.”

And that hit something deep. He dipped his head, pressed his forehead to yours. Just stayed there. Breathing the same air, feeling the same weight settle between you.

It didn’t feel like a dream anymore.

It felt like a second chance.

And slowly—like you both knew there was nowhere else to go—you leaned in at the same time.

This kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t about need.

It was about recognition.

About two people who had been carrying the same ache for too long finally setting it down.

[butchhamlet]

do you have any good shakespeare retelling book recs?

what a beautiful time to ask this, says guy who has left this ask collecting cobwebs in his inbox for months! because guess who has two thumbs and just finished queen goneril by erin shields! WHAT a fucking play, holy SHIT, this is some of the best characterization of the lear sisters that i've ever read and the exploration of womanhood as filtered through class + race + shitty families + political maneuvering is so so so good. also the things shields does with the og playtext... chef's fucking KISS

anyway, recency bias aside, i've been meaning to make a post about my favorite shakespeare retellings for a while, and i think i never actually did it because i wanted to make a lear retelling ranking list and then i never read some of the ones on my TBR. so whatever. the learlist will happen someday. here are my favorites in general. (here is my goodreads shelf for the retellings i've read, good and bad, and here is the shelf for the ones i have yet to read.)

in no particular order:

a thousand acres by jane smiley: outsold. epitome of what makes an effective retelling--a book that clearly has something to say about and to the original text, but that also isn't afraid to diverge, to exclude here and zoom in there. ungraciously, this is "lear on a farm" and it starts a little slow, but holy fucking shit, i can't do justice in a paragraph to the way this book unraveled me. one of the best books of all time mayhaps. also, introduced the edmund character by describing his ass. 10/10

the last true poets of the sea by julia drake: i don't read that much YA anymore but jesus fucking christ. books tailored for me specifically. twelfth night retelling about siblings + mental illness + being bisexual + love triangles that actually make sense (emotions are confusing!) instead of being contrived + beautiful description + excellent dialogue + THE MENTAL ILLNESS. books that made me start crying in zoom class in 2020

rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead by tom stoppard: kind of a cop-out answer because we all know this one. but that does not detract from how good it is. this is one of those plays, at least for me, that makes me think, "ohhhhhh, THIS is what theater can do. this is using its medium to the absolute utmost." it is so clever and it makes me want to cry. i think about "i don't know. it's the same sky" more often than i can say

american moor by keith hamilton cobb: not exactly a retelling, but a one-man play about a Black man auditioning for the lead role in Othello, tangling as he does with his relationship with shakespeare's work and cultural dominance. suuuuuch a good fucking play even beyond the analysis of othello (which is excellent); the language is so fucking incredible. everyone who likes shakespeare should read this.

teenage dick by mike lew: modern teenage richard iii; this one's more reimagining than retelling, because it diverges pretty sharply from the plot of richard iii, but god, it's so fucking fun. and upsetting! really upsetting also.

foul is fair by hannah capin: i will be so real. i read this in high school and some of the YA books i've revisited since did not hold up for me. so idk if i can tell you this is "good" with my full chest. but the pitch is "lady macbeth gets sexually assaulted at a party and decides to fucking kill the boys who did it" and i stayed up until like 1am to finish it because it was such a vicious gleaming wild ride

the stars undying by emery robin: does this count? hard to say, because it's just as much a retelling of roman history than shakespeare's antony and cleopatra (honestly, more, since it focuses on the era where caesar and cleopatra were lovers, which is before shakespeare's play). but i'm counting it anyway because it's bisexual space opera cleopatra and it's the best book i've read so far in 2024 and it's making me crazy and i'm writing a thesis on it < genuinely

peerless by jihae park: macbeth, but college applications, featuring asian macbeths (they're twin sisters >:3) who think their classmate has taken their place in their dream school because of affirmative action/DEI. this play is absolutely VICIOUS. it's macbeth x heathers. think it mirrors macbeth in faltering a little in its final stretch, but it still fucks hard

the wednesday wars by gary d. schmidt: okay, not a retelling; this is about a preteen boy in the 60s. but it's one of the best most genuine and heartwarming books i've ever read and it manages to be hilarious while also foregoing cheap slapstick punching-low humor for a hell of a lot of warmth and passion. and the main character interacts with shakespeare a lot as a running theme so i can justify putting it on this list. #evangelizing

of course, i would be remiss not to mention that @suits-of-woe / @mjulianwrites has written the best take on Two Gentlemen of Verona to ever exist, and i mean that quite seriously. unfortunately it hasn't been published yet so we'll all just have to prayer-circle about it. i would also be remiss not to take the opportunity to. uh. coughs. do a bit of casual self-promo. if you 1. have ocd 2. have gender or 3. think about malvolio a lot. boy do i have the novella for you

will definitely add to this when i read more retellings; feel free to drop recs in the tags/replies/reblogs/my askbox!

[classica-meretrix]

i love your writing!!!! could i perhaps request a mortal friends to lovers leo valdez x reader au?? like they're both at college, leo takes mec eng(obviously lol) and reader takes psychology and it's just painful fluff with mutual pining losers with smut when they end up sleeping together after a super romcom dramatic like confession from leo?? lol sorry for the big ass text i'm just way into romcoms rn😅 (also subby leo lmao)

thank you so much for the request, love! leo is so fun to write for, and I ended up making this a two parter, so stay tuned for next week!

Are You Mad?

pt1, pt2

pairing: mortal leo valdez x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: couldn't help but add some greek references lol, readers in denial, hoo friend group, dramatic love confession of course summary: you and leo end up as best friends after a chance collision, but soon it looks like it might be more a/n: I'm so excited to write the part 2 for this. should probably be out next thursday!

I tossed my empty cup into a trash can as I passed, trying to shuffle through the mass of papers and folders stacked in my arms one-handed. At this point I was only half convinced I'd finished that paper, and if I didn't find it before I got Mr. Whitman's class, I was as good as dead.

Just as I thought I saw the header of the essay I had been searching for, I collided with something hard, and all my papers flew out of my arms, littering the sidewalk.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," the guy hurried out, immediately ducking down to collect my mess. All I could see of him from this angle was a mess of black curls, and the back of a beat up Carhartt jacket.

"No, no, that was on me. I wasn't looking where I was going." I grabbed as many of the papers as I could, attempting to put them back in a neat stack. "I was trying to find an essay."

"This one?" he asked, looking up. I was met with warm chocolate brown eyes, leaving me stunned for a moment. He had picked up a thin stack that had been stapled together at the corner, holding it at an awkward angle to read the title. "The Self: Human Nature or All in Our Heads?"

"Yep. That's the one." I had gathered myself enough to answer with a shy smile.

"Psychology?" he continued with a mischievous looking grin, handing over the last few rogue papers.

"Second year."

"Me too!" he said enthusiastically. "I mean—second year, not psych. I'm mechanical engineering."

"That's my roommates major! She loves it, but I've never been able to follow it much."

"It's not too hard once you get the hang of it. I'm Leo, by the way."

"It's nice to meet you! I'd shake your hand, but I'd probably drop all this again."

"We wouldn't want that," he laughed.

Just as I was about to make another comment, I caught a glance of his watch. "Shit. I'm gonna be late. It was lovely to talk to you, hope to see you around," I called over my shoulder as I hurried off to my class.

"That's the second time today!" Percy yelled, hopping up from his seat, the front of his shirt and pants soaked. "Why can't this shit be waterproof or something?"

"Sorry, man," Leo apologized, though his teasing tone and proud smile suggested otherwise.

As soon as Percy was out of the dorm room, hurrying off to change, Jason turned to his friend. "You've got to stop doing that," he laughed. "I think he's almost at the breaking point."

Leo shrugged, turning his attention back to me. I was laid in his bed on my stomach as he sat on the floor, resting his chin on the edge of the mattress.

"What was I saying?" he asked, his nose scrunching adorably.

"Those... Sphere thingies."

"Right!" he said, his eyes lighting up. "Archimedes' spheres. We were talking about them in class today. I mean, he had some crazy ideas, but these things were just wild. They're way too complicated. Those things would never work. They don't even know what half of them are supposed to do."

"He sounds rather ambitious. Like someone else I know," I responded, gently tapping the end of his nose. He scrunched it again at my actions, making me what to repeat my actions a thousand times over.

What the hell are you doing? Snap out of it.

I pulled my hand back to my side as he went on, rambling about the impossibility of the inventions. We were only a few inches away from each other, his chin on the edge of the bed and mine resting on the back of my palm, but neither of us seemed to notice the proximity.

How the hell I ended up in this position, I couldn't really tell you. It was probably Percy's stupid idea to come to this stupid party.

Leo was across the room, talking to some girl, and for some reason I couldn't pinpoint, I was pissed about it. Part of myself was saying he's just talking to some girl, what's the big deal? But another—much louder—part of me wanted to scream at how close they were, talking maybe a few inches apart at most, and neither had looked up for six minutes and fifty-two seconds. Not that I was counting. What has gotten into me?

I eventually tore my eyes away from them, afraid I'd make myself sick if I stared at them any longer. Set on searching out Annabeth, I took off into the crowd, eventually finding her in the kitchen, tucked under Percy's arm.

"I'm gonna head out."

Her expression immediately turned to worry as she saw my own. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I answered, though my words came out sharp and uncomfortable, clearly not convincing either of us.

"I'll go with you."

"No, really. Percy's way too drunk to be left with the boys." My excuse was true, he was slurring aggressively, telling an overly exaggerated story.

"Jason isn't drinking, he'll be fine."

"Really," I tried again, practically pleading. I was more eager than ever now to get out of there, my skin heating to an unbearable temperature in the time I'd been standing there.

She hesitated, studying me. "Fine. But text me as soon as your back in the dorm. Kay?"

"Mhm," I nodded, immediately ducking towards the door. I was eager for the fresh air, but as soon as I pushed my way outside I was pelted with thick, cold rain drops. Great.

I tried to ignore my shivering, tugging off my heels to avoid slipping. I was halfway home when my phone started ringing, playing the custom ringtone Leo had insisted I used for his contact. I hurriedly ignored it, fumbling with my heels and the slippery screen, but just as soon as I had put my phone away, it was blaring again.

"For fuck's sake!" I yelled, scrambling to clear it again.

'Where are you?' his text read. 'Are you okay?' 'Answer me please.'

"Give it up," I muttered angrily, shoving my phone into my bag. I had just made it to my building when an all too familiar voice came from somewhere behind me through the heavy patter of rain.

"Thank God! Are you okay?"

"Would everyone stop asking that?" I snapped, spinning around to face him. Leo was climbing out of his cherry red Cadillac he'd fixed up, hurrying over to me.

"I thought something had happened to you? Why didn't you answer my calls or texts?" His eyes quickly scanned over me, taking in the thin dress sticking to my skin, heels in one hands, and arms wrapped tightly around myself as I shivered violently. "You're shaking. Take my jacket," he started, shrugging off his coat.

I brushed him off, ignoring his attempts. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"What? I'm making sure you're okay. You shouldn't be walking home by yourself at two in the morning. Please, take the jacket."

"No."

"Are you mad at me or something?"

"Yes! No... I–I don't know! Can you just leave me alone?" I angrily pleaded. His expression was somewhere between confused and hurt, the arm holding his jacket now hanging by his side. "Shouldn't you be off with some little blonde?"

That comment struck a chord, only deepening his confusion. "No?" he said, almost as more of a question. "Are you mad about me talking to a girl?"

"I don't want to talk about this!" I yelled back, desperately wanting to get out of the heavy rain. I could practically feel the cold in my bones, and my clothes were clinging to me uncomfortably.

"I do," he pouted, looking like a kicked puppy. His curls were matted down on his forehead, his grease-stained t-shirt sticking to his skin, and his jacket hanging limping at his side, not bothering to put it back on.

"What is there to talk about? I'm soaking wet, cold, and tired, I don't want to talk about some skank at a frat party!"

"Are you jealous or something?" He had begun to raise his voice, from a mix of the loud rain and aggravation.

"Maybe I am!" I yelled in response. "Is that what you want to hear?"

"Yes," he answered, not skipping a beat.

I was too stunned to answer him, the anger suddenly leaving me. The image of us yelling at each other in the rain about something so simple suddenly seemed absurd, and I was frantically trying to figure out how we had ended up here. I was just beginning to realize I may feel something different for my best friend, and here he was saying he might feel the same.

He stared at me for what felt like forever, until I managed to croak out a barely audible, "What?"

"I like you. Hell, if we're being honest, I think I'm in love with you."

His big brown eyes watched me with no expectation, just observing. I realized he wasn't waiting for me to say it back, or even acknowledge it, he was just... watching me process.

Before I knew what I was doing I had thrown my heels to the ground, launching myself at him. I pressed my lips against his as I threaded my fingers through his soaked curls. Leo's hands instinctively found my waist, tugging me closer.

His teeth tugged my bottom lip, nipping me before his tongue darted out to lick across the area in a soothing manner. I tugged his hair at the action, silently praising him.

I pulled away breathlessly, trying to get even closer to him. "You're so warm," I muttered against his lips. My shivering had decreased significantly since he'd wrapped his arms around me.

"Let's get you inside." My only option for a response was a mindless nod, before returning to his lips.

[sissylittlefeather]

Heartbreaker

A/N: I'm frantically working on the kinktober ficlets, but I had to take a break and write something I could publish 😂. I've had this idea to write something based on the song Heartbreaker for a while and finally decided to write it. Thanks to @ccab and @atleastpleasetelephone for encouraging me with this one. This is an AU set in 1984 where Elvis is a lifeguard at a public pool. Think Billy from Stranger Things, but it's Elvis...

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation

Word count: ~3.2k

It's 1984, 4 days after your 36th birthday. You look through your sunglasses for your kids in the public pool. Jennifer, your 12 year old daughter, is sitting on the edge of the pool with friends, talking and laughing. You remember what it was like to be young and innocent and hopeful. Now you're here, married to a man who gives you a stable living but doesn't go out of his way to do much more, with two kids who keep you so busy you haven't been able to start the career you had planned when you got married right out of college. Your 10 year old son, Brian, runs up to you and yanks the headphone from your Walkman out of your ear.

"Mom, can I get a popsicle?"

"Sure, bud. Here." You dig a dollar out of your bag and hand it to him and he bounds off with his friends. He's a little wild and it exhausts you more than you care to admit. Rearranging your headphones, you settle back against the beach chair and close your eyes as the music bumps in your ears. It's your favorite song: Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar. You have a hard time not singing along, so your toes bounce to the beat.

From across the pool, Elvis sees you spread out on your beach towel in your hot pink and turquoise one piece. He notices your feet moving as you mouth words to whatever song is playing in your headphones. His eyes drift up and down your body. You're older than he is, he can tell, but it can't be by much, not with the way your figure looks in a swimsuit. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and decides to make you his next conquest.

You're finally resting peacefully when your friend Carol grabs your shoulder and shakes you. You open your eyes and move your headphones reluctantly.

"What?"

"He's coming over here!" She's somewhere between excitement and panic.

"Who? God, Carol calm down." She ignores you and squeals.

"The lifeguard! The new hot one!" You roll your eyes. She's told you about him before, but this is the first time you've been at the pool together since then.

"Why would he come over here? Seriously, Carol. Chill out. You sound like a teenager." You try to lay back again but she inhales sharply and shakes your shoulder again. She does seem to calm down suddenly, though, and you realize something is casting a shadow over you.

"Hi, Elvis!" Carol chirps. You watch as she plays with her hair and bats her eyelashes.

"Hi, Carol. Love those sunglasses." She almost melts right in front of you and you have to actively suppress your eye roll. "Who's your friend?"

He gestures towards you with his chin and then you make eye contact. It's only then that you notice how impossibly attractive he is. Your heart flutters a little against your will and you smile.

"I'm y/n."

"You mind?" He waves towards the end of your beach chair and you nod. As he sits down on the end of your chair, Carol looks between you and bristles with envy. He takes your hand and kisses the back of it softly. Your breathing picks up and you start to sweat a little. "I'm Elvis. Nice to meet ya."

"Y/n's son is the one you had to yell at about running a few times earlier." Carol says in an accusatory tone, like she's trying to get you in trouble. Elvis chuckles, but doesn't move his eyes from you.

"That little shit is yours?" You blush a bit and look down at your lap.

"Yeah, that little shit's mine."

"He your only one?" Carol realizes this conversation is going to continue without her and scoffs, leaning back in her own chair huffily.

"No, my daughter is around here somewhere too. She's twelve."

"No way. You're not old enough to have a 12 year old." He smiles and winks, rolling his chewing gum around in his mouth. You laugh and try to maintain eye contact.

"I assure you, I am." Your eyes roam over him as he chuckles. He's got his hair done like it's 1956 and it reminds you of your first crush. It seems out of place, but you're not complaining. His body is lithe and toned and he's got a tan from working at the pool.

"Hey, I wanna show you something. Come with me." He stands up suddenly and offers you his hand. You look at Carol, who huffs again and pretends to be very interested in her book. Deciding you don't have anything to lose, you take his hand and stand up, sliding your sandals on.

"Don't you have to be up on the chair?"

"Not for another ten minutes. I'm on my break." He leads you into one of the saunas, spitting his gum in a trash can, and closes the door. You look around and before you know it, he's grabbed you and pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You pull back quickly.

"Woah. What are you doing?!"

"Uh, I'm kissin' you." He looks down at you, surprised by your hesitation.

"I have a husband. I can't do this."

"Yeah? He's good to you?" He raises his eyebrows. It's like he can sense you haven't been fucked in six months.

"I mean... no... but... that doesn't matter!" He brushes a stray hair out of your face.

"Doesn't it?" He leans in and kisses your cheek gently and you moan softly, trying desperately to stand your ground.

"Elvis... I'm... how old are you anyway?" He leans back and sighs.

"That really doesn't matter." You pull away from him and make like you're going to leave. He grabs you and wraps you back in his arms. "I'm 22. Plenty old enough to know that I want you."

You look up at him, spellbound for a bit and then shake your head.

"Elvis-"

"What if you didn't think about all the reasons you can't do this?" He puts his hands together behind your back and pulls you in closer. Without thinking, you snake your arms up around his neck.

"I can't do this right now... my kids..." He leans in and presses his forehead to yours.

"You ever seen the pool at night?"

"At night?"

"It's a full moon. Meet me here at 10 tonight. We'll see where the moonlight takes us." An alarm on his digital watch goes off and he pulls away. "I gotta be back in the chair. Say you'll meet me."

You nod and he kisses your forehead. He squeezes you one last time and then heads out of the sauna, holding the door for you to walk out in front of him. You make your way back to your chair and Carol ignores you. He winks as he gets to the ladder and then climbs up into his spot, spreading his legs wide. Your eyes drift to his thighs in those little red shorts and there's a tingle between your legs that you haven't felt in years. You want to say you have no intention of meeting him tonight, but the wetness under your swimsuit says otherwise.

******

At 9:47 you stand and look at yourself in the mirror. You have on your best dress, your hair teased and hair sprayed perfectly, your bright eyeshadow making your eyes pop.

"Where you going?" Your husband asks sleepily from his place in your bed.

"Oh, nowhere. Just out with the girls."

"Okay. Have fun. Just don't be out too late. I need you up in time to make my lunch tomorrow." Your heart hardens as you think about all the things you've done for him over the years without so much as a "thank you".

"Eddie?" You walk over to his side of the bed and try to sit on his lap. He moves away from you uncomfortably.

"What?" He stares at you blankly.

"You want to make love before I go? I could be late. Or just stay home. I have on some sexy underwear-"

"Y/n, I'm tired. And sexy underwear is only sexy on a sexy person. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, but let's be honest. You're 36. The sexy ship has sailed." He pats your bottom and then picks up a book from his nightstand.

You swallow the lump in your throat and head for the door, no longer feeling guilty for what you're about to do.

******

Elvis shifts nervously and checks his watch again.

10:13pm.

He starts to wonder if you're really not coming and rearranges his jacket anxiously. Another deep sigh later and he's ready to give up. As he starts to walk back to his 1958 Cadillac, he sees a car pull up. You park and jump out, jogging towards him quickly, your heels clicking on the pavement.

"I'm sorry I'm late!" His whole face relaxes into a smile.

"Not a problem, honey. I'm just glad you're here." When you get to him, he throws his arm around your waist and pulls you in close, kissing your temple. He steps back and looks at you. "Whew. You really are a babe."

You blush and swallow the lump in your throat again as he shakes his head and clicks his tongue. You want to argue with him, but he doesn't give you a chance. He pulls you towards the pool entrance swiftly. At the gate, he looks around to make sure no one is watching and then opens it with his key.

"Are we not supposed to be here?" You whisper. Against your better judgment, the illicit nature of this whole endeavor turns you on.

"No, it's fine. I have a key." The gate swings open and he stands there with a cocky grin. "Come on."

He takes you to the edge of the pool. It glistens under the fat silver moon and he comes up behind you, sliding his arms around your waist.

"Pretty, huh?" He whispers in your ear, pressing his lips to your neck.

"Yeah. It is." You whimper.

"You might be the only thing prettier than this." He kisses the side of your neck again and you can't control it anymore. A sob surges up out of you and tears start to slide down your cheeks. He realizes you're crying and turns you to face him.

"Baby, you're cryin'! What's wrong?"

"N-nothin'." You try to suck it up and hiccup instead.

"Doll. You're clearly upset. Tell me what's goin' on." You look up at him with your face shiny with tears.

"You can stop pretending to be attracted to me. I don't know what your goal is here, but I know I'm not sexy. Not anymore." He rolls his eyes dramatically and wipes the tears from your face with his thumbs.

"Now, you just stop it. You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen. In fact, I'm havin' a hard time not rippin' this dress off of you right now."

"Really?" He smiles.

"Really. You gonna let me kiss ya now?"

"If that's what you want."

"If that's what... honey. Okay." He pulls you in close to him and presses his hips against yours so you can feel his erection. You erupt in a cascade of giggles. He smiles, glad to see you happy again, and then pulls you into a kiss.

This time you don't stop him.

"You're a beautiful woman, y/n." He kisses down your jaw to your neck and presses his lips to the soft skin there over and over again. "And so sexy."

"I'm not too old?" You moan softly.

"Not at all, baby. Women are like wine. You just get better with age." You smile as he continues kissing your collarbone. "And I'd love a taste..."

That's all it takes for you to start frantically clawing at his clothes, your tongue shoved into his mouth. He doesn't protest at all, in fact he helps you undress himself until he's down to just his slacks. Your hand goes to his belt and he stops you.

"Now hold on a minute. This is a two-way street. I'm not just gonna stand here ass naked with you fully clothed." He says it a few words at a time between kisses.

"Well, then leave your underwear on." He pulls back and grins that stupid lopsided grin that makes you weak.

"Not wearin' any." A blush rises in your cheeks, adding to the pink you put there earlier with a makeup brush. "My turn."

His hand finds the zipper on the back of your dress and he pulls it down, letting it fall to your feet. He looks at you standing there in just your underwear and heels and whistles.

"Goddamn, baby, you look like a fuckin' pinup. What I would do to have my camera right now." Your confidence is growing by the second, so you pose for him. He pretends to be snapping photos of you as you move from pose to pose for a bit. When you turn away from him and bend over a little, though, he groans. "Fuuuck. That's enough of that."

He pretends to throw the camera and then pulls you over to him, kissing you deeply as he takes your ass in both hands and squeezes. His hands move up your back and unhook your bra easily. He slides it off and tosses it, leaning in to pull one of your nipples into his mouth. You forget to be self-conscious as he continues his worship of your chest, licking and sucking and nibbling as you moan softly. He moves down your body, sliding your panties down over your thighs and then removing your shoes with them. His dick twitches when he sees your pretty little polished toes.

Once he's got you naked, he pushes your legs apart and dives into your pussy tongue first, licking up your slit before pushing the tip of it into you. Your hands immediately go to his hair and you throw your head back. No one has touched you like this in over a decade.

"Oh, God, Elvis, fuck!" You've completely forgotten that you're outdoors as you moan loudly while he licks and sucks your clit. He slides one of his long fingers up inside you and looks up at you.

"I was right."

"What?"

"You taste fantastic." He goes back to licking you as he finger-fucks you and you bite your lip to keep from screaming. You haven't had an orgasm that wasn't self-made in so long you forgot what it feels like. When it hits you, you're physically incapable of holding back as your legs shake and the pleasure runs through you like electric warmth. He tongues you through it, gracefully ignoring the force with which you hold his hair and grind into his face.

Finally, he pulls back and wipes his face with his hand as he drops his pants and kicks off his loafers. When you see his erect cock bounce free, your mouth starts to water and you do something you never thought you'd do again. You drop to your knees and pull him into your mouth, working him quickly with your hand and your tongue at the same time.

"Fucking shit, baby." He groans as he takes a handful of your hair and starts to guide your movements on him. You open your throat and push him as far as he'll go, almost making it to the hair at the base of him. You gag a little and pull back.

"Sorry, I haven't done this in a long-"

"Shhh. C'mere." He moves over to a beach chair and fixes the angle of it to be what he wants. Then he puts you on the chair so that you're holding onto the back of it faced away from him.

"Something tells me you've done this before." You say with your eyebrows raised. He strokes his cock and smiles.

"I've been a lifeguard for six years. What do you think?" His arrogance should be annoying, but really it just turns you on. He arranges himself behind you and lifts one knee to give himself more leverage. You feel him tease your clit with his tip as he gets it wet with your arousal. Then, he lines himself up with your entrance and starts to push into you.

He holds your hips and moves slowly, giving you time to adjust to the size of him. You whimper as he enters you, inch by tantalizing inch. When he gets to the last bit, it's like he can't stand it anymore and he slams into you, making you see stars as he rams into your g-spot.

"That good baby? You like my cock inside you?" All you can do is nod and whimper and he takes that as permission, pulling back and fucking into you harder with each thrust. He pounds you relentlessly, grunting with the sensation of you so tight and wet around him. "Fuck, that's good."

You hear him mumble as he slams into you over and over again. He moves your hair out of the way and then pulls you back against him, kissing the back of your neck and shoulder. He whispers into your ear.

"So pretty when I fuck you. You're so sexy, baby." You let out a soft moan and he holds you there tight against him as he continues to slide his cock in and out of you. "Gonna cum, baby, where you want it?"

"On my ass." You don't know where that comes from. You've never said anything so dirty in your entire life. But he groans with pleasure at the thought of it and then reaches forward to collapse the beach chair. Without thinking, you lean all the way over and rest your head on your forearms. The change in angle brings on another orgasm for you and you whine and grit your teeth as you cum hard on his dick while he pounds you. He feels your walls pulsing around him and pulls out just in time.

"Fuck, yeah... baby..." He moans as he pumps his dick and shoots his hot release all over your ass. When he's finished, he falls back on his heels trying to catch his breath. He grabs his shirt and uses it to clean you up. You turn in the chair and he lays next to you, pulling you into his chest.

"I don't know who told you that you're not sexy, but they're a damn liar."

"My husband..."

"You deserve so much better." He lifts your fingers to his lips and kisses each one gently.

"Oh, yeah, you gonna step-parent my kids?" You ask, your voice tinged with derision.

"No. I'm just sayin' you could do better. You should do better." You look up into his face and meet his blue eyes. He's not suggesting he's the man for the job, but he might not be wrong. "Until then, I'm here for this whenever you need it."

He kisses your forehead and holds you tight against him and you think of the words to your favorite song.

"You're the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasy..."

"What was that, baby?"

"Nothing, just lyrics to a song."

You look up at the stars and wonder how long you can stay here naked and wrapped in his arms. Not long enough.

******

The End

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Overcompensating by giving compliments and being extra nice, but feeling frustrated all the same when their crush doesn't seem to notice their efforts.

Trevor has been acting strange lately, you couldn't pin point what it was or when the turning point was but he definitely had a shift in his behavior. Trevor was one of those people in your life that you couldn't really tell anyone if they asked how long you have known him or when you guys first met. Both of your moms went to college together and you were destined to be cousins from that moment on. Except, Trevor and you never acted like cousins. Not in the same way you interacted with his little brother and sister. Not in the same way he interacted with your siblings.

Trevor and you, you both acted well like an old married couple most of the time. Two people that would do anything for each other, hell they would move the heaven if they needed but when it came to everyday life they bickered like they have been stuck with each other since the beginning of time. Jack and Cole constantly gave him shit for it back when they were all on the same development team. They both told him that he needed to make a move before someone stole his 'wife' from him. At the time, you remember Trevor telling you over FaceTime both of you laughing about it till their were tears in your eyes.

Now years later, you ended up in LA for work. Trevor was so happy he had someone with him, even though at the time he was already living in Orange County for years. He insisted on finding the perfect apartment in the middle of of your work and the rink. Which meant that both of your communites with traffic were a little over an hour. On the phone with him when he proposed the idea of a shared apartment you told him how insane he was being.

"Z no. It's insane for both of us to have such a wild commute. LA traffic is already insane and you know that. What happens if I accidentally sleep in one day and then I'm what 2 1/2 hours late for what." you try to reason as your folding your laundry, trying to deicde what to donate since you don't want to pay to lug so much across the country.

"fine then we will pick a place closer to your work. it's only fair anyway, you're there year round anyway." he decides, glancing at his phone for a second, while he continues to search on his mac for new apartments.

"No." you argue.

"yes Y/N I am not letting you live here by yourself okay. " Finally looking at you in the camera he seems your black dress your holding up, as if your debating if it's time to part ways with your 'slutty little black dress' that was your saving grace during college. But Trevor remembers it as the dress you wore with him to the go out to the bars, the dress you wore when he realized his friends were right he was madly and deeply in love with you.

"did you just put that in the donate pile?" he asks. Nodding your head yes, before you could speak he continues. "No you have to keep that one bee. " he begged.

bee a name only he could call you. a childhood name he started calling you because he said your words could sting anyone like a bee if you wanted to. what started as an insult became a name of endearment and one he only used when he really wanted something.

But now months later, as he's driving you home and your in that exact dress he begged you to keep all you want to do is for the ground to swoll you whole as you sit in his jeep. Glancing over at Trevor you see his eyes are clouded with anger, not sure if your mad at you or his teammate for flirting with you. As if he could read your mind, he brings his hand over to yours bringing it to his lips and lightly kisses it.

"I'm not mad at you bee okay." he says as he glances over at you as he comes to a stop. It's the first time he makes eye-contact with you since leaving the club almost 30 minutes ago, he sees that you're fighting back your own tears. "fuck bee don't cry." he whispers, deciding to pull over because the thought of continuing to drive while you're this upset physically pains him. As soon as the car is in park, he unbuckles his seatbelt, wiping your tears away with the rough pads of his thumbs. "I'm not mad" he keeps whispering like a promise until you finally shake your head okay.

"why did you punch him?" you finally ask.

"because he's a fuckboy and he doesn't deserve someone like you." the anger taking over in his voice again, you wince as if his tone of voice could physically hurt you, like his fist hurt his teammates.

"then who?" you whisper, suddenly feeling a boost of confidence you haven't in a long time.

"what?" he asks so quietly you can barely hear him over the hum of the music playing through the speakers.

"who do I deserve? because ever since I moved here you seem to have a lot of ideas of who I should date and shouldn't. I know we've known each other our entire life's but that doesn't give you the right to cock block me every chance you get Trevor!" by the end you are red in the face from your screaming confession.

"Y/N you deserve someone who will love you! Who knows you like the back of their hand. Someone who won't ever hurt you even if it's by accident. Someone who can give you everything you ever hoped for and more. Someone who will sit with you while you rant about the newest project at work or your new favorite obesession for the month. You deserve someone who will stay up late with you just to spend time with you because they missed you. You deserve someone who can give you the world. You deserve someone better than me and that little fucker isn't better than me." Trevor's face is one of pure shock . His eyes are wide, his mouth slightly ajar as he realizes what he just confessed.

"Trevor." Unbuckling your seatbelt so you can get closer to him, even thoguh you are already in a small space. "what if all I want is you?" you ask, leaning closer to him.

But he shakes his head pleading, "no you deserve better."

"no there isn't" you reason, taking your hands resting them on either side of his face, resting your forehead against you.

'what if I hurt you." he confesses

"you won't" leaning close enough that your lips are almost touching.

"you don't know that."

"I know that you doing nothing is hurting me more than you ever could hurt me by trying." His eyes snap open at your words. "please kiss me Z." That's all it takes for him to close to space between you both.

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part 5 - The Party

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

notes: mostly sfw, a little fluff (I’m posting the smut part tomorrow, it was SO unbelievably long I had to cut it😭 I’m unable to write shortly about anything smutty I’m sorry shdnxmdh), mentions of alcohol, drug use

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"MARCO!"

"WHAT" Sasha screamed as they froze and both her head and Connie's cake covered face snapped in perfect sync.

"Man, you made it!" Jean took the man in his arms with the happiest grin plastered on his face, Sasha, then Connie quickly joining them as they jumped right onto them. "Connie, your face!"

"Sorry, bro" he stepped back as he tried to wipe chunks of cupcake from his face, but the man's jacket was already smudged with cherry cream, just like Jean's shirt.

"It's okay, I wanted to wash it anyway" the stranger laughed, and you smiled at him as your eyes met. Jean's eyes shot to you as well, and he immediately jumped to pull you closer.

"Y/n, this is Marco, our childhood friend" he motioned towards him, and you accepted Marco's handshake, returning his friendly smile. His expression was warm and kind, freckles on his nose wrinkling as he beamed with joy. "Marco, this is our own little house rat, Y/n"

You gave Jean a death stare as he and Connie giggled like schoolgirls, his body jolting away from you as you poked a finger between his ribs.

"Nice, couldn't tell you were a wild animal at all" Marco deadpanned and you grinned.

"I'm not, I'm fully domesticated"

"You're such a jerk, why are you so rude?" you heard Sasha hiss at Jean thinking you wouldn't hear, but as always, they were unable to bicker without getting loud.

"I'm not rude, you just have a stick up your ass" Jean snarled at her. You shook your head, having zero clue why they were acting like brawling puppies all night.

"I'll show you a stick up your ass, JEANBO" Sasha yelled, and Niccolo sprang to stop her from trying to pull Jean's pants down without a second thought. In a second, they were a bundle of tangled legs and arms on the floor, shouting and kicking at each other.

You saw more sophisticated behavior in middle school.

"The fuck was that?" Connie's eyes widened at a loud BANG coming from the living room, and swiftly left the kitchen to investigate its source.

"Holy shit, it feels like I'm gonna have a seizure" you put your hands over your ears at the massive overstimulation, and Marco let out a heartfelt laugh. He quickly picked up two ciders from the counter Jean and Sasha were beating each other next to, then handed one to you and put a hand on your shoulder to turn you towards the door.

"Let's go outside. We'll check back when they're done killing each other"

A pleasant relief spread in your chest as you left the noise and complete chaos. Loud music became muffled as soon as Marco closed the glass door to the patio behind him, and soft laughs and chatter hit your ear of those who were sitting outside.

"Y/n! Let me help you with that"

You smiled at Armin and handed over the cider for him to, like the gentleman he was, open the bottle for you while you settled down on the wood bench next to him. "Thank you, Armin"

"Good to see you, man!" Marco reached over with a happy grin to shake his hand, then leaned over to shake Bert's as well. Annie greeted him with a small wave - they all looked at Marco with such a warm smile, you could feel how loved by everyone he was. "Annie!"

"Marco, s'been a minute! How's everything?" Armin asked while opening Marco's bottle as well, and you took a sip of the strawberry cider, sweet bubbles sizzling on your tongue as your eyes followed Marco's movements. He grazed his palm as a greeting over Mikasa's shoulder who sat next to Armin - she smiled up at him, but kept half an eye on Eren and Reiner, lounging on a pair of chairs a little further away, seemingly having a heated conversation over something sports related. Marco grinned back at Armin while shaking Reiner's hand, then taking Eren's as he mumbled a "hey, bro", immediately getting back to the vital argument they were having.

"Nothing much, working. I had to come and catch up with you guys though, how's uni life?"

"What the hell are they so pressed over?" you asked Mikasa in a low voice as you motioned towards the two athlete bros, trying not to disturb Armin and Marco's coversation.

"Don't even ask" Mikasa shook her head, her gorgeous black strands of hair moving around her face, shining in the faint light coming through the glass door to the patio. "It's just some statistics, or whatever. But Eren's been irritated all day, so even some stupid numbers can get him worked up, I'm afraid"

You looked over to Eren, lighting a blunt as he was listening to Reiner talk. You often saw his face around campus just like this, grumpy and unmoved by anyone and anything happening around him, but Mikasa knew him like the back of her hand. If she said he was unusually irritated, there was no room for doubt.

The grumpiness on his face seemed to quickly dissolve anyway as Marco and Armin's conversation started to spread across the table, getting Annie, Bert and Mikasa, then shortly after Eren and Reiner involved as they told you where they all knew each other from, what childhood or high school memories they shared, and how the strings of their lives still interweaved from time to time - even though everyone went on to different colleges, jobs and paths of life.

To answer their curious questions, you even talked about how you were completely new not only around this town, but to this whole state, attending this college being a fresh new start for you. And about how you were so happy to have met them here.

The small amount of alcohol and all the funny and endearing stories they shared made you forget about any anxiety you previously had about this party. You really felt like you were at home as you looked around to see their glimmering eyes, and faces glowing with joy as they laughed.

Even Eren seemed to forget about their super important battle of numbers with Reiner when they pulled their chair closer to the table to join memory lane.

"You want a hit?" Eren's hand suddenly appeared in front of you, holding the blunt that was obviously on its last legs. You turned your head to meet his low-lidded green eyes, and Reiner's eyes shot to you at your movement. He flashed his million dollar grin at you, and you bashfully smiled back at him. God, he was handsome.

"No, thanks" you smiled at Eren, amused at how much more relaxed he looked than before. To Mikasa's greatest delight, it seemed.

"Where are your glasses?"

"I've decided not to be short-sighted anymore" you shrugged, and Eren shook his head at your reply as a grin formed on his face.

"Yeah, you shouldn't let some object define you anyway" he played into your joke, and you nodded.

"That's what I'm saying"

"Where's your king of sarcasm by the way, Your Royal Highness?" Eren smirked at you, and you instantly felt yourself blush at the unexpected question. You dropped your eyes to look at your fingers as they started to fidget. You both knew who your king was, but at that moment, you would've done anything to avoid admitting it.

"I saw him playing beer pong inside, they're on a winning streak with Connie" Marco appeared next to you with two bottles in hand, cold and fresh from the refrigerator. You felt your cheeks getting even warmer as you looked up at his happy grin, accepting the bottle he held out to you. He knew.

"Thank you, Marco" you muttered, and quickly reached out to grab the bottle opener. You were more than happy to do something with your hands to hide your sudden nervousness.

"He told me about you, you know" Marco went on in a lower voice as he sat back down next to you, so only you could hear him.

Your heart started to pound faster in your chest. Jean told him about you?

"He did?" you replied hesitantly, not sure what to think. "And what- What did he tell you?"

"Well" Marco smiled back. "He told me about a cute little nerd he often annoys for fun"

"Of course he'd say that" you mumbled, fingers rubbing the bridge of your nose as you tried to hide the blush of your cheeks. Cute..? "I don't know about the cute part though, I'm pretty sure you misunderstood 'loser'"

"You think so?" Marco let out a heartfelt laugh. "I'm pretty sure I heard him right. Jean doesn't really gush over any girl, so him saying 'cute' caught my ear"

Your eyes dropped once again to your fidgeting hands, but you couldn't help a smile curving your lips.

"Could be anyone, a lot of cute girls compete to entertain him around campus on the regular"

"Jesus, you two really are the exact same person" Marco laughed, and you looked up at him flustered and confused at what he meant. "Look, through a difficult investigation, I found out he liked this smart, pretty girl with a bad eyesight, who likes reading her crime novels curling up under her nightlight, blushes easily, and whose bitter jokes he finds hilarious, but would never admit to it. I'm quite sure that can't be anyone"

You felt your stomach flip at the thought of Jean not only knowing you, but paying such attention to particular details about you. You couldn't have described the feeling even if you wanted to - but despite the sudden nausea and nervous fluttering of your heart, you couldn't help your smile growing into a grin at Marco's words.

You felt like you were on cloud nine.

"Are you sure Jean said that?"

"Yep" his bottle momentarily covered Marco's smile as he took another sip, examining your happily flushed cheeks under the dim light. "Why is it so hard to believe? I thought you both liked each other"

A few seconds of silence sat between you as you fought the tension straining your chest from inside. The tension that held you back from admitting your feelings up to this point, not only to someone else but even to yourself.

"I- I do. It's not that" you muttered in a small voice. "We've just been bullying each other for so long now, it's-"

You nervously paused as Marco let out a chuckle.

"It's hard to believe he'd look at me like that" you looked into Marco's joyful brown eyes. He truly found you and Jean floundering around entertaining.

"I know Jean. Believe me when I say he's actually smitten with you" he replied, making your fluttering heart almost jump out of your chest. "He's not gonna admit that though. You two like suffering in silence, as I can see"

You let out a quiet chuckle. As you looked at Marco's genuine, caring smile, you felt like this was the right moment to finally be truthful, that you were ready to open up. But before an honest answer could leave your mouth, the glass door to the patio flew open, and Sasha bursted out of the living room with Niccolo by her side.

"Guys, you won't believe what I just found in Connie's kitchen"

"It's nice to finally see you, too, Sasha" Mikasa replied to Sasha's choice of entry while Niccolo shook hands with the guys, already familiar to all of their faces.

Inside the house, the party reached its loudest, most chaotic peak. Loud banging of the music and shouting of the guests filled the basement, the kitchen and the living room. Guests being random faces of people not even Connie knew - the product of having your front door open to anyone without an invitation. But Connie couldn't care less.

Girls surrounded them in the back room, giggling as Connie threw the winner shot, jumping with a victorious yell as he hit the final cup. His audience was cheerful and tipsy, and that was all Connie needed to have an amazing and carefree time.

"I'll look for Marco" Jean waved his hand towards the living room, but Connie stopped him with a palm slapping on his shoulder.

"You can't leave me, we're on a winning streak!"

"You'll be fine, Connie" Jean patted Connie's hand gripping him, smirking over to all the bystander girls watching with gleaming eyes, waiting on their chance to join the team of the king of beer pong himself. "I'll be with Marco if you need me"

"But I need you NOW" Connie squealed, and Jean turned his back to him with a chuckle, shaking his head as he left the room.

Jean pushed himself through the sea of bodies moving and dancing in the living room, careful to dodge the plastic cups full of alcoholic beverages that all the drunken hands flung around in the air. Getting use of his height, his hazel eyes panned the room as he towered over most of the dancers, but beside a few familiar faces, he found none of the ones he was looking for. Not a sign of Armin and the guys, Sasha and Niccolo, Marco, or you...

He faced towards the stairs to the basement, but swiftly changed his direction when he saw a bunch of people occupying the steps. Knowing you and Marco, he was positive he wouldn't find you in an area so loud and crowded.

"Hey, Jean!" a shout exceeding the deafening music hit his ears and his eyes quickly followed its direction, Sasha's waving hand catching his eye. She pushed people standing in her way without a second thought, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Where are you guys?" Jean yelled as they reached each other in the crowd, and Sasha motioned towards the door to the patio.

"Y/n is out there with Marco" she replied, and Jean's heart jumped with a nervous beat as Sasha mentioned your name. "The others want to talk to you too, go!"

Sasha tapped his shoulder, encouraging him to step outside, then she continued her brutal way to the kitchen, elbowing and kicking anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in her way. Jean shook his head as he laughed to himself, then turned his head towards the patio.

With Marco?

What did Sasha mean you were outside with Marco? With Marco, like you two were only in the presence of each other, outside of the whole group?

Jean couldn't help a small little string of jealousy twist in his chest as he thought about you, and the first glimpse he caught of you tonight. How his heart was beating in his throat as you caught his eye, and how a mix of electric sparks and warmth spread in his body as he looked at yours.

The tight dress hugged your body just right, you tried to hide it under the oversized jacket, but the beautiful curve of your waist, your hips still showed underneath as you moved. He felt the blood rush right out of his brain, straight to his groin, as his eyes ran over the soft skin of your thighs showing where your pretty little dress was slit. He just realized tonight - he's never seen your knees, the curve of your calves, those delicate ankles... Jean immediately imagined them on his shoulders, and had to force himself to quickly shake off the thought. He's not a horny high schooler, for fuck's sake... The fluttering of his heart would've diverted his mind anyway as he gazed at your gorgeous face, your silky, soft strands of hair framing it as they fell to your shoulders. Beautiful, big doe eyes looked at Bert and Reiner as you talked to them, light glistening on your sweet lips as you spoke.

Fuck.

This was the second time he felt jealous today. What even got to him? Jean wasn't sure, but he quickly shook off these thoughts as he realized he had no reason to feel this way. He knew Marco, Marco knew about you, and you... Jean was pretty sure he knew where you two standed.

Waking from his momentary daydream, he pushed his way through the crowd of people to reach the glass door, then opened it to step out on the dimly lighted patio. Jean felt a sense of relief as a cool breeze moved the strands of his combed back hair and tickled his face. A similar tingling started to form in his chest as among the others, you caught his eye - sitting at the table, laughing wholeheartedly with that breathtaking smile of yours, as Marco put a blanket over your shoulders to protect you from the chilly night air.

Jean couldn't help clenching his jaw.

"Jean, where've you been? Want one?" Reiner called out to him with a grin as he grabbed a can of beer from the table. Jean caught the can flying towards him in the air, and threw it right back to Reiner with that same momentum.

"Nah, but thanks, Reiner"

As Reiner drew everyone's attention to Jean, all cheerful faces turned to him, eyes beaming with joy at the sight of him. You noticed that, and you heard the happiness in all of their voices as they greeted him, even though they'd already met earlier.

You looked at him. The Jean standing in front if you was so different from the arrogant prick you saw in him a few months ago - in this moment, it made perfect sense why he was so loved by every one of his friends.

"Jean, finally! C'mere" Marco waved for him to come closer, and your eyes nervously dropped to your lap as Jean's eyes panned over to you and Marco.

He looked exceptionally fine in the dark button-up shirt he wore tonight. Rolled up sleeves letting those damn perfect forearms be seen, collar hugging those damn beautiful muscles of his neck that simply screamed to be kissed. The dark trousers and the belt hugging his hips looked so mouth-watering, it made you want to rip them off when you put your arms around his waist earlier. Not even talking about how your stomach kept doing backflips as you looked at his pretty face. Stubble making his jawline look even sharper, his beautiful eyes under frowned eyebrows looking at Marco as Jean talked to him, the straight line of his nose driving your eyes right to his inviting lips, glistening a bit as his tongue ran over them before he bit down on his lower lip... His eyes burning right into yours as you suddenly became aware that you were staring.

He caught you.

"I'll be right back" you jumped to your feet, pushing the blanket off to the bench as you left the table. You had to be alone for a minute. This evening was becoming too intense.

"Where are you going?" Sasha asked worried as she put her arm in front of you, stopping you in the doorway, and you looked at her with a reassuring smile.

"Just to the restroom. Do you know where it is?"

"Sure, it's at the end of the hallway next to the stairs" Sasha's thumb showed the way, pointing back above her shoulder. "But I think you should use the one in the master bedroom upstairs. It's closed for all these randos, but you can go in, Connie wouldn't mind"

After getting the directions from Sasha to find the key, you pushed your way through the brutal crowd in the living room, making your way up the stairs between shouting, drinking strangers, even a drunkenly kissing couple. You fished out the key to the master bedroom from a plant pot, just like Sasha said, then easily unlocked the door, quickly closing it back behind yourself.

You pressed your back to the door with a sigh of relief. Silence, finally.

"What are you acting so grumpy for?" Marco laughed as Jean sank down to the bench beside him, right where you just stood up from.

"M'not grumpy, the hell are you talking about?" Jean frowned at Marco and accepted the empty glass he passed to him.

"You wouldn't be if you heard what we talked about" Marco smiled while grabbing a bottle of whisky, pouring some in the glass he just handed to Jean. That just made Jean's frown deepen even more with confusion.

"Why, what'd you talk about?" he asked as he slowly raised the glass to his lips, a wondering shimmer in his hazel eyes.

"You" Marco's finger poked into Jean's chest, and he just looked at Marco's entertained grin completely confused.

"Me?"

"You, man" Marco nodded. He was absolutely amused at the curious hesitance showing on Jean's face.

"And what... What did she say?"

"Well, Sasha almost blew it, but she did tell me eventually..."

You stood in front of the mirror above the sink, and examined your face while you washed your hands. You felt like you looked different. You felt different. Even though huge parties like this made you feel severly overwhelmed, you still felt an immense joy about how great it felt to be with people you grew to like so much, people you could call your friends.

And Jean...

It felt like a hundred little butterflies woke up in your stomach as you thought of Jean, and you smiled at your reflection. Maybe you were a little tipsy, but the usual embarrassment you felt when you thought of the dirty little memories you shared, was nowhere to be found. A knot of excitement started to form in its place instead.

You wanted to talk to him again. You had to hear him, touch him, feel him.

You burst into the bedroom, hurrying straight to the door, then just when you placed your hand on the doorknob, a sudden voice made you nearly jump out of your own skin.

"Where's the rush, smarty-pants?"

[sinimake]

Now, it's Johnny specific headcanons! Read Kenshi's here

Took a gap year to earn his college funds, but when he got accepted into a film school, his family wanted him to sign up for the army. So one morning, he just went out, took an interstate bus, and started living on his own.

He worked many menial works here and there, barely surviving, so he started to enter underground cage fights in the night for quick bucks. The first time he got in the ring and the announcer asked for his name, he chose Johnny Cage on a whim.

His college years were wild. Almost always drunk every night bc he's landed a job as a bartender in a local bar. Alcohol is conveniently within arms reach and is an effective painkiller to the punches he took in the ring fights. That's when his addiction started.

He got his Johnny tattoo when he was shit faced and sad. He desperately wanted to shed Johnathan Carlton name off himself, so he marched into a tattoo parlor to have a permanent reminder on his chest. People think he's narcissistic to have his name tattooed so big on his body, Johnny never corrects the meaning of it bc it is better to be seen as an asshole than weak.

One really good perk of his bartender job was talking to the patrons and hearing their life stories. It really helped Johnny's acting career in the long run, where he understands his roles deeply and delivers the portrayals from heart.

He got a golden raspberry award for his The Flesh Pits movie. Threw the tropy out of the window once in anger but now he displays it along with his other achievement awards as a reminder.

He's an ambassador of many luxury brands.

He's very timely organized person where he plans his days down to every hour. Hates when there's a sudden change in his timetable.

When Johnny and Kenshi have a movie night, not only does he narrate what's happening in the scene, but he nerds out on what exact techniques of shots and lighting are used.

A big car enthusiast. Gives his cars the names that are in Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega. (A little bit of Monica in my life—)

Snores in his sleep, specially when he's really exhausted.

His music taste is mainly girly pop, but sometimes he belts out on old school rock songs.

Loves improv acting. Sometimes, he drops in at random improv club nights to participate in one or two sets. It is always fun to see the crowd going "is that Johnny Cage? THE Johnny Cage?" whenever he goes on the stage.

A serial double texter. Will send you random ass pictures with no context or whatever. It is especially funny bc Kenshi can't see the pics, and the voice-over feature of his phone gives him the most obscure descriptions that have the man facepalming every time.

Is a big coffee guy but always gotta have them with milk and sugar bc he can't handle bitter taste of americano.

Has love and hate relationship with paparazzi cameramen. When he's out with the earthrealm defenders, his friends sometimes get the feeling of being followed. They say the concern to Johnny, thinking some outworld danger is hunting them or something just for the actor go "no worries that's just my regular paparazzi, Jeff. HI JEFF!! HOW YOU BEEN DOING TODAY?" "I'm fine! How about you, Johnny?", "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME COFFEE? IS HOT OUTSIDE!" "yeah."

^then sometimes it's like this: "CAN YOU GIVE ME A BREATHER FOR A SEC?! YOUR CAMERA CLICKING IS SO LOUD!" "MY RENT IS DUE!" "NOT MY PROBLEM!"

He's an ambivert. Quiet night ins are as much appreciated as parties. He needs winding down moments but will go batshit insane if he doesn't get at least one human interaction a day.

[cuntyhunty22]

The man.

Summary : you go to a college party wanting to forget about your ex and you find the man to do so.

Content warnings : explicit content. Unprotected p in v , oral (f receiving ) , fingering , language , light choking , biting , cream pie.

Pairing : Ezra x reader

This is my contribution to @mushgloomz ppcu writing challenge. I got Ezra , trope : one night stand - loud and delicious

This is filthy so here we go ✨

(Listen to the tik tok to understand what went through my little brain )

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You always somehow end up in the craziest situations. You were invited by your roommate to a party for some guys she knew who happened to strike big in space. This whole concept of other planets existing to you is still absolutely wild. It was until your college roommate was a space science major and you began to be intrigued. You loved hearing about their theories and some of their adventures. To know life exists outside earth the planet you have always known really pulled you in.. not to mention some of these guys are super hot. What's better than being smart and being hot.

The music is blaring as you are walking through the house. most of them you recognize from campus.. but some you don't.. some are older.

"Hey.. who's he?" You ask your friend as you point to the man in the corner talking to some of the others.

"Which one" she ask.

Big brown eyes. Little bit of blonde in his hair.

Oh that's Ezra... he's what you call a veteran in what they do.. been to space tons of times... he takes the young guys in teaches them what he knows. Also kind of a dick.. but he's very good at what he does. I also heard he's killed people.."

You stare at him. Watching him talk, the confidence that oozes through him. You don't even know this man but yet you want to. He intrigues you in a way. He makes his rounds talking to everyone as you keep yourself in a corner observing him.

Your roommate grabs your arm, looking at you like she has something to say.

"Hey so don't wanna ruin your vibe but I'm pretty sure your ex is here"

You look at your roommate. Panicked in a way.. and as that happened Ezra was about two feet away from you.

"Evening ladies how are we."

His accent thick. Makes him even more attractive. Big brown puppy dog eyes. Prominent jaw and nose.

You say nothing.

"Well we are getting drunk.. and she is avoiding her shitty ex."

Your roommate pushes you towards Ezra.

He looks you up and down. A smirk came across his face.

"What's a pretty little thing like you worried about huh.? You could have any man in here.. do I know him? I'm sure I do.. and lemme let you in on a secret.. most of the "boys" in here ain't shit baby.. you need a man."

You look at him, smirk on your face. You down of what's left in your cup.

"Ezra right?"

Ezra cocks his head because he didn't mention his name.

"Yes ma'am and how do you know that..?"

"Well ya see Ezra.. you say I need a man right.. well I'm the type of woman if I see something I like.. I get it.. and I just happened to spot something I like and I needed to know his name."

"Is that so.?"

"It is ezra.. so I think we should go somewhere to talk maybe enlighten me on what I need from a man."

You close the distance between the two of you, now face to face you could feel his breath on you as he brushes your hair off your shoulder exposing it as he traces your jaw line down your neck making you shiver.

"Follow me."

Ezra grabs your hand leading you through the people. Your roommate laughing in the corner you left her in. Ezra leads you down the hallway to a bedroom as he shuts the door behind him.

As soon as the door was closed, Ezra grabbed your hips slamming you up against the wall, his lips kissing your jaw down your neck finding every single sensitive spot. His hands slide under your skirt. His big mature manly hands. Hands that's know how to handle a woman.

"So your ex..he go to school here?"

Ezra moves his hand between finding your little lace panties you wore tonight.

He traces the outline, barely touching you but all at the same time he's all you can feel. You let out a little moan as he grazes your clit still covered by your panties.

"Yeah- ah.. he goes here. In the space program."

"Ah okay.. so you came here to make him jealous.. or.."

Ezra trails off his lips back to your neck as he slips his fingers inside your panties, his fingers slinging up and down you slick really getting a feel of you.

"He's an idiot to not be with you if you get this wet for him.. Jesus Christ already soaking my fingers baby."

You couldn't contain your self the moan you let out of your mouth was ungodly. Never in your life have you been touched like this. Ezra hooks your panties with your fingers pulling them off of you. He pulls away putting your panties Into his book back.

"I'm keeping those."

Ezra grabs your face hungry kisses as he picks you up throwing you on to the bed. You pull off his shirt. He gets up taking off his pants, then pulling off your skirt. Ezra's hands trail your body slipping under the little lace tank top you had on. Pulling it off of you, now you lay naked under him.

"Look at you, you little gorgeous thing. So tell me.. did he make you cum.. and I mean really make you cum?"

His velvety accent makes the words even more filthy.

You look at him. How hard he is, how big.. Lust filled eyes. Your core on fire. You swear you are already leaving a puddle on this bed. You simply shake your head no, and that's all he needed to know. Ezra climbs to you, kissing every part. Making you feel wanted, Desired as a man should.

His lips down your stomach, inching lower and lower and lower till he hovers looking at your cunt dripping for him.

"God baby, I just know you are delicious.."

One long hard swipe of his tongue, has you shaking under him. He does this over and over and over. really making you weak.

Ezra puts your legs over his shoulders, his arms interlinked around your legs pinning you there so you couldn't move. Once he has you pinned he finds your clit pressing his tongue over it swirling in every direction, the shaking of your body lets him know where you were and what he needed to do.. he removes one arm, sliding two fingers in at the same time he sucks on your clit. The overwhelming sensation has you screaming, your orgasm hitting, pulsating you gush all over Ezra's mustache. He peeks up at you smiling.

There's a bang on the door. You both ignore it as he flips you over on all fours. His hips lining up with your entrance he thrust himself into you.

"Fuck your squeezing me already baby, so fucking tight, so fucking good."

Ezra grabs a hand full of your hair wrapping it around his hand pulling you back to look at him as he thrusts deeper and harder at a fast pace. Each slam of his cock into you making you scream. This was rough, dominant.

"Yes baby.. good girl.. taking this big cock so well.. good fucking girl.. "

"Ezra" you scream.

Your spine feels like it could snap in half, your core on fire squeezing around Ezra. Screams of pleasure keep escaping your mouth. The slam of the bed against the wall. It was everything you needed.

Another pound on the door.

"I think we got an audience baby.."

Ezra reaches around to rub your clit, as his other arm holds your body against his.

"Give them something to hear, those pretty little whimpers, that scream when you cum on my cock... give it to em.."

It's not like you needed to be told to be loud.. because apparently you already were.. but him saying this.. it was like a command.

He circles your bud, in and out he slams deep and harder, each time you squeeze around him your cunt practically begging for a release.

Your screams fill the air, the sounds of skin slapping against one another. It was like an out of body experience. How Ezra just consumes you.

"That's it baby, I feel you"

Ezra's teeth grazing in the sensitive crook of your neck making your legs shake as he holds you so you can't move. He does this again, this time more or less biting that little spot. You scream as your core gets hot, your body shaking, you were so very very very close to being put over the edge. Ezra stops for a moment, when he does you can feel everything. How he stretches you, how he fills you, how hard he is inside you.

"You feel that baby, hmm, feels good don't it, that's what a man is supposed to feel like. This is what you deserve. Now I want you to cum for me."

Ezra slides his cock about halfway out just so he can slam in back in deep and hard, he repeats this before he completely switches his rhythm to fast , hard and completely wrecking you.

"Fuck - fuck - yes I'm -"

Ezra grunts above you as he wraps his hand around your throat applying enough pressure that you see stars.

"I know baby, I know, let go. I got you."

It hits you all at once , you see stars everywhere, you Whole body limp. You want to collapse but he holds you there. Ezra still inside you, he thrusts in and out gently. You feel your juices down your leg.

"Good girl, feels good didn't it.?"

"Mhmm" you whimper as it's the only thing you could get out, as now you feel another climax building and you didn't even think that was possible.

"She's a greedy little thing if you give her what's she needs."

Ezra goes back to that spot on your neck, instead of biting it this time it was just lightly grazing of his teeth followed by a kiss. You clinch and clinch and clinch on him, like you just needed more and he was happy to do that.

*another pound on the door

"Fuck off I'm busy." Ezra yells.

He slams into your cunt hard, deeper than he has been.

" fuck oh shit.. oh shit.." he groans. " you feel so fucking good, I'm gonna fill you up.. that sound good?"

"Yes"

He pinches your nipple. Your climax right on edge. His grip on you tightens, as he twitches inside three hard thrusts you are shaking as his hot release fills you. You both fall back to regain your breath.

*knock

"Fuck I guess I'll see what they need."

Ezra throws his pants back on, he walks to open the door.

"Yeah?"

Your ex stands at the door.

"You just fucked my girlfriend."

Ezra chuckles.

"Ex girlfriend, and she was delicious I can still taste her on my lips..."

Your ex stands there frozen.

"Oh and by the way sorry you had to hear how loud she was when she came all over my cock."

Ezra shuts the door.

You stayed the night with him, but when you woke he was gone. All he left was a note.

-left earlier than planned, will be in space for a unknown amount of time. Glad I got to spend my last night on earth with you. Never settle for less than you deserve.

- Ezra

[johnslittlespoon]

i have been dealing with the brainrot of twink college student john and biker gale but then the other half of the post jumped me in a dark alley and all i can think about is john's friend who is used to their friends having crushes on their dad but it's whatever. weird, but whatever, as long as they don't get vocal about it they can just use it as something to tease them about at the worse. john looking up at gale with big doe eyes isn't the first time they've seen a friend do that, they've seen other people who are considered more age appropriate do worse when faced with the gale cleven effect. only it never occurs to them gale feels like he can't breathe right and like is organs are too big for chest whenever he looks at john and feels like he's something too soft than he should allow himself to be but around john it doesn't feel bad, maybe it's a good thing he can unapologetically be soft for someone.

cue the ladies who thought they might be able to win over the quiet, intimating and rugged dilf biker seeing that his heart was stolen by none other than john clarence egan, the son of mr and mrs egan who everyone is sure are moments away from a heart attack.

the au post | GOD same it has notttt left my mind. and you GET ITTT you captured the vibe i was picturing for that version perfectly ugh.

literally 1k+ words of brainrot below the cut... deeply sorry. any excuse to talk about them and i'm spinning in my chair apparently LOL <3

like john takes one look at gale and knows he's not the only one who swoons over him, spends an ungodly amount of time pining from day one. but any fantasies are only fantasies, because he knows (thinks he knows) he doesn't stand a chance, both for the fact that he's his son's friend, and that gale probably thinks he's too immature, and that he's, y'know, not a girl.

but gale is gone too from their first meeting, he's just a lot better at hiding it (and finds it so endearing how bad john is at hiding it despite how well john thinks he's doing lol.) once he and john start tentatively feeling things out, and even before that really, the way he feels when he looks at the doe–eyed boy scares him– a vulnerable softness and urge to protect that he's been just fine with not feeling.

of course there's the conflict when he tries to shove down these feelings at first, because he knows how mad his son (who i headcanon as ken because he and leaving!john would be precious dorky besties) would be if he were to ever indulge in them, regardless of how much john wants it. and there's the guilt of feeling like john would be happier with someone his age, but john is the most persistent, stubborn person he's ever met, and the way he folds so quickly for him is terrifying.

and yet he falls for the attentive softhearted absolute puppy dog of a boy that john is, finds himself as fond of his moments of angsty bite and bristle as he is when he's docile at his side, melting under gale's gaze. there's no proper confirmation ever made to others about their status, no reason to need one, because they're attached at the hip and people learn quickly not to so much as look at john the wrong way, because gale's never far behind him.

and the angsttt of john's parent's disapproval– yeah, he's an adult and he's independent and is off doing college and all, but his parents aren't chill with "that gay shit" and he gets the classic "so long as you're living under our roof, you're not to see that man" talk, and what's an angsty rebellious lovesick john to do but get better at sneaking out of his window and jogging down the street to meet gale at his motorcycle so his parents don't hear it pull up?

i'm sure eventually it would come to a head because they'd find out he's been going behind their back when they catch him sneaking back inside late one night, and he's given the good old "stop seeing him or pack your bags" ultimatum. it takes gale a wild amount of self control to not storm into the house and chew out john's parents when he picks up the phone to a sniffling terrified john at two in the morning less than an hour after he'd dropped him off down the street.

it takes even more self control when he sees the angry red of a handprint on john's cheek when he pulls up and finds him sat on the curb with a hastily stuffed backpack, and his heart shatters when john starts apologizing, as if he'd ever be upset with him. but then, cue domesticity (and a different kind of sneaking around) as john temporarily moves in with him and ken. all ken is told is that john's parents kicked him out and he knows how badly they treat him so he doesn't ask many questions, so shitty circumstances aside, he's over the moon at getting to have his best friend stay with him.

john promises to find someplace to rent a room in as soon as he can because he feels awful for intruding, but gale finds that he really likes having john around, insists he stays with the two of them at least till he's done with his semester so he doesn't have to worry about paying rent. lots of nuance to sort out there but you get the gist. <3

also. john wearing gale's leather jacket sighhh. finding any excuse he can to steal it, face going all pink when gale drapes it over his shoulders when they're out on dates, beaming when gale lets him wear it home with the promise that he'll return it the next day, falling asleep with his face pressed to it, drowning in the smell of gale's aftershave and cigarettes and diesel.

+ slight tangent but the things that could come about from the sneaking around?? minor spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen callum's show 'leaving' that his character in this au is loosely based off of, but there's a scene where he and his milf not–gf are fooling around in his room and his parents get home early.

i have this scene in my head where john thinks he's meant to have the house to himself for the night, invites gale over, they end up in the shower and they hear the front door slam mid–fuck. there's a moment of panic, both of them freezing, john whispers that "dad's probably forgot his wallet or something," assumes gale will stay unmoving until they hear the door slam again.

only gale suddenly rolls his hips forward, and john chokes on a moan, gale's hand coming up to quickly cover his mouth, his other hand squeezing john's hip as he kisses his shoulder and murmurs "you can be quiet, can't you, sweetheart?"

anyway. yeah, this au has me in a chokehold so hard still, i'm 100% still planning on writing it post–dog fic <3 i do love this whole cliche best friend's dad route of this au, but i'm also not sure i feel like tackling the conflict of john having his friend find out about the two of them, and i feel like that would be kinda inevitable to have to write about if i took that route for the fic lol </3 so i think that version of the au will be limited to brainrot like this and when i write the actual fic it'll just be the college student x bikerider vibe, but honestly there's so much overlap with the two concepts anyway that it won't make too much of a difference!

thx for unintentionally encouraging my yapping i love this version of these two so much and i am apologizing in advance for the person i will become when i see the bikeriders in theatres xoxo

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

Assigning AOT Characters Rap Songs From my Rap Playlist

idk this might be too niche... just tryna put out content while fighting for my life in college finals. Anyway, never falling for a man again because FUCK

Eren: "Revenge by XXXTENTACION; everyone... just listen to the lyrics for a second thank yew. I really have little to elaborate on this one idk

Mikasa: "PRIDE." by Kendrick Lamar; I think just the intro line sums it up so well... 'love's gonna get you killed, but pride's gonna be the death of you , and you, and me'. She is the best, and she knows it, but she can't let her love for Eren get in the way of being the best or else everyone's dead

Armin: "Like Toy Soldiers" by Eminem; chat if I elaborate on this one I might start crying, thanks. Just listen to it... after he kinda took over for Erwin and everything like fuck happiness... 'that was never my object for someone to get killed. why would I wanna destroy something I helped build?' or 'down-talking a man who literally saved my life'. Just gonna leave that there...

Jean: "HUMANS AND MONSTERS' by Lil Darkie; alright this might be controversial but he would fucking vibe soooo hard to this song. It's chaotic and loud and slightly conspiracy theory-coded and he likes that... especially the lyric "and if I was you, I would just quit. And if I was me, I am me, I'm glad I'm me"

Connie: "Me and Your Mama" by Childish Gambino (he's my fav rapper y'all); It's funny and chaotic and omg the beat drop. Yeah, Connie would eat this shit up like actually and he knows every single word

Sasha: "PICK IT UP" by Famous Dex and A$AP Rocky; this song is also pure chaos and vulgar lyrics and she loves that about it. It's a lot like Connie's song and the two vibe so hard with one another to these songs. She screams 'A BAD BITCH PUERTO RICAN!' every time she hears this song

Erwin: "Chapter 319" by clipping; I don't think this requires too much of an explanation? it's a very clear government-hate song and that's just so Erwin. He's on that anti-government, anti-police, protesting agenda or whatever. 'This government doesn't respect us'

Levi: "No Church in the Wilde" by Jay-Z/Kanye West; I just think it's such a badass, rebellious concept of a song for someone fighting... specifically the lyric 'what's a god to a non-believer, who don't believe in anything'

Hange: "tv off" by Kendrick Lamar; Hange loves the scream portion of this song where he just goes 'MUSTARDDDDDDDDDD' like that's their favorite part. They're a big fan of the chaos and heart that are Kendrick's lyrics and beat

Annie: "Demons" by Doja Cat; I think Annie is a bigggg Doja stan and she sits here and listens to "Demons" and is like 'yeah how do my demons look, bitch?'... it's a little confidence, bad-ass boost song for her

Reiner: "Goosebumps" by Travis Scott; this fits his kinda depressed, self-loathing nature that (in a way) relies on other people and its laidback. "With my squad I can do no wrong" is a nod to Annie and Bertholdt I fear

Bertholdt: "Lucid Dreams" by Juice WRLD; it's introspective and guilt-ridden which reflection Bertholdt well

Ymir: "Heartless" by Kanye West; this shows her care-free, badass, bitch personality because she really doesn't care about anyone except herself (excluding Historia of course)

Historia: "Sober" by Childish Gambino (I had to have my fav make an appearance again); I like this song for her because it's kind of an upbeat feel with sad lyrics which feels a lot like her as a character. And tbh, I think after everything happened with Ymir she has a hard time forgetting about and coping with everything unless she isn't sober

[greenlantern94to04]

Green Lantern-Related Titles Round-Up (September 1994)

This month: Zero Hour! ZERO HOUR! ZERO HOUR!

Guy Gardner: Warrior #24

This issue is wild, man. As seen in Zero Hour, Guy Gardner (who suddenly has the ability to grow handguns out of his arms) has decided that the current crisis afflicting the DC Universe is the perfect opportunity to go back in time and undo the destruction of Coast City, thus preventing his frenemy Hal Jordan from going insane and turning into a full-on enemy. We start with Guy having already assembled an unlikely team for that mission: Supergirl, Steel, and an alternate-timeline Batgirl who still has her spine intact. I'm pretty sure the rationale behind these selections is "the writer of this comic likes 'em" (I know Beau Smith is a big Supergirl guy especially).

(Note that Guy and Steel are supposed to be old college buddies, but that isn't acknowledged in this issue beyond Guy saying "reminds me of..." when Steel makes a football-related comment.)

Anyway, Guy and pals are at that monument the superheroes built in what used to be Coast City, when a time vortex opens and sends them to the past, just as Guy wanted. Unfortunately, the vortex overshoots it a bit and they all end up in dinosaur times. There, they run into... well, dinosaurs, but also Extant, the guy who is totally the main villain behind Zero Hour and not just a decoy one.

By the way, here are all the names Guy calls Extant in this issue: Ex-Lax, Timex, Extinct, Ex-Man (don't wanna speculate about what Guy, a macho dude in the '90s, might have meant by that last one).

Extant makes the heroes go through a bunch of different time periods -- and art styles, since this issue has five different artists. First up is the old west (drawn by Phil Jimenez), where the Guy Gang teams up with an assortment of DC western characters to take on Extant and his posse of mind-controlled gunslingers. Two notable events here are: 1) Guy turning his arms into the "Toastmaster" guns that Steel designed, and 2) Supergirl shapeshifting into Extant to try to trick him into thinking she's his future self, but it doesn't really work out and we get this panel:

Next, Extant briefly sends them to the far future (drawn by future superstar Howard Porter), leading to cameos by the Space Ranger and a time-displaced Lady Blackhawk, who joins the Guy Gang. The time rollercoaster then sends them to Coast City's relatively recent past (fittingly drawn by Mike Parobeck), where Guy not only sees Hal Jordan in his prime but also... himself, looking like a well-adjusted adult and hanging out with his precognitive ex-girlfriend Kari Limbo.

Being close to his own past self causes Guy to freak out and lose control of his still-undefined new powers. Hal assumes that this shapeshifting weirdo must be a supervillain who wants to "destroy Coast City" and tries to take him down with one punch™.

(I like how Hal's whole vibe in these retroactive appearances is "if anyone ever tries to destroy Coast City I'm gonna LOSE MY SHIT.")

Another time vortex opens, this time sending Guy alone to the day Coast City was destroyed in a Superman comic (drawn by Jackson Guice, the artist in another Superman comic, but close enough). Guy once again bumps into Kari, who finally realizes that he was the shapeshifting weirdo who ruined their date that day years ago. Extant appears and makes Guy watch as the city explodes, killing Kari and millions of others. Then everything fades to white and...

...you guessed it, TO BE CONTINUED IN ZERO HOUR!

Darkstars #24

New Darkstar Donna Troy has been sent on a mission to arrest cosmic murderer Hal Jordan before he does anything else crazy, like trying to restart the universe or something. Donna and her new teammates follow a huge Green Lantern-related energy signature and find not Hal, but a time-displaced Entropy/Krona, the ancient Guardian who accidentally created the DC Multiverse and went crazy. What is it about GL characters and poor mental health?

Oh yeah, that GL up there is Abin Sur, Hal's long-dead predecessor, who pops up in the middle of the fight due to the ongoing time wackiness. Donna considers telling Abin that he shouldn't give his ring to any dudes named Hal because they'll eventually kill the GL Corps, but then she's like "wait, no, that's dumb" upon realizing that trying to change history would be wildly irresponsible, not to mention dangerous (see: the GG:W issue up there).

Once the time-lost characters have been sucked into a black hole and returned to their respective times, a Superman hologram appears in front of everyone and asks them to come over to the Zero Hour series and help out with the time crisis (but only Donna ends up going). Meanwhile, John Stewart makes his debut as a Darkstar...

...and makes sure to mention right away that he's no longer a GL or a Guardian, just in case anyone was worried about his sanity. John tells Darkstar Colos that his sham trial last issue was indeed a sham trial and the guy running the Darkstars is corrupt, so they should probably do something about that. Unfortunately, they don't have time for that, since everything fades to white at the end of the issue (again).

So, for Donna anyway, this will be CONTINUED IN ZERO HOUR!

Justice League America #92, Justice League Task Force #16, and Justice League International #68

Young Hal also appears in the "Return of the Hero" storyline, which introduces the Justice League's forgotten founder, Triumph. The first part reveals that Triumph was actually the one who first brought Hal, Barry "Flash" Allen, Black Canary, Aquaman, and Martian Manhunter (plus guest star Superman) together as a team to fight an alien invasion, though he was kind of a dick about it.

That first adventure ended with Triumph using his magnetic powers to stop the aliens, which somehow "trapped him out of phase with the timestream" and caused everyone to forget him. Now, thanks to Zero Hour, he's back and wants to lead the current Justice League against the also-returned aliens, but they're like "nah."

After a lot of drama and in-fighting, the JL does agree to join Triumph against the aliens. In the end, it turns out that the aliens only wanted to talk but didn't know how, so they expressed themselves via superhero fight scenes. One of the ways in which they try to communicate with Triumph in the last chapter is by turning into Hal:

Yep, that's Phil Jimenez again; dude was pretty busy this month.

Anyway, once Triumph learns to work on his interpersonal skills and gets through to the aliens, they instantly go away and the day is saved. The League welcomes Triumph (back) into the team, and then... everything fades to white. NOT TO BE CONTINUED IN ZERO HOUR, BECAUSE EVERYONE HAS CEASED TO EXIST!

(Note: Some GL-related Elseworld annuals also came out this month, but they'll go in another post since this one was getting too long. Get ready for Nazi Hal vs. Nazi Guy!)

[emphasisonthehomo]

So! I actually got into heavy music through a couple things. This also got long.

The first was My Chemical Romance. My obsession with them started about 2006, with the release of The Black Parade. I was 12. I remember it really vividly, because Welcome To The Black Parade was so big that it got play on the pop radio station we listened to in the car. And if I'm remembering correctly, it was a whole thing for it to get airplay on that station, because it wasn't technically on brand for them.

Now, I grew up in a pretty conservative household, and I wasn't allowed to own CDs with the parental advisory sticker on that until my mom had vetted it. (My copy of American Idiot was confiscated, and I didn't get it until I found it in my parents' CD collection after I graduated college and was back home in 2016.)

So Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge and The Black Parade both had parental advisory stickers. You Brought Me Your Bullets, I Brought You My Love, for whatever reason, didn't. So my little ass walked into a record store and was able to buy it. For a few months it was the only MCR cd I had, so I played that sucker on repeat.

Nowadays people seem really willing to give MCR the credit they're due for being a fucking amazing band. When I was a kid, I got teased pretty mercilessly for being a fan, the fact that I was so deeply obsessive about them didn't help. But, even today, I don't think people give them enough props for how heavy some of their shit is, Bullets especially. As a fucked up 12 year old with emotional issues that doesn't know how queer they are yet, it was really formative. This is the first time I really remember listening to a record where someone was screaming, even if it didn't happen a lot.

Any band that any member of MCR mentioned being an influence, I would listen to. The Misfits, Iron Maiden, Black Flag, The Smashing Pumpkins, all sorts of shit. I also got into the usual big pop punk/emo names, The Used, Panic! At the Disco, Fall Out Boy, etc. Some Linkin Park, Evanescence, and Avenged Sevenfold as well.

AND THEN! Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock comes out, and baby we did have a Wii. That introduced me to even more bands that I hadn't really listened to before. Slayer, Black Sabbath, Rage Against the Machine, Alice Cooper, Metallica, etc. And from there I had a very intense Megadeth phase, since (mildly) ruined because Dave Mustaine gets on my fucking nerves and won't shut the fuck up.

I also watched a lot of VH1. Shit like I Love the 70s, 80s, 90s, One Hit Wonders, etc. I also watched Metal: A Headbangers Journey, and then Metal Evolution (both by Sam Dunn) and got into more of the history of metal. From there it was just sort of about 'discovering' old bands on my own.

High school was kind of a mishmash. I was still deep in the MCR obsession. I had a history teacher introduce me to Rammstein, which hindsight is fucking wild that I got recced that at 15 by a teacher. I was kinda sorta friends and kinda sorta made fun of by a couple of the metalhead kids at school. One of them had a huge crush on me and was weird about it, he was technically my first boyfriend before I decided to come out. The other one had a one man grindcore band that, as far as I know, he still makes shit for.

I didn't get too far into more "extreme" stuff until college though. I spent a lot of time kind of on the edge, with a lot of 'classic' metal, NWOBHM, thrash, some nu metal, etc. I don't even really know how I got into it, which is weird to think about, because I have such clear memories of hearing The Number of the Beast for the first time, and going WOAGH. It's like one minute I was really digging Emotion Side B, and the next I was discovering that Behemoth existed.

I do still have pretty eclectic taste, but basically since 2015 or so, most of what I listen to casually is (generally) somewhere under the metal umbrella, or at least vaguely heavy. People love to argue about what qualifies as metal, no one hates metal more than a metal head, etc. The sub-genre breakdown is baffling and frankly kind of stupid. Even working on the popstar!au I'm waiting for someone to jump out of a bush and start ranting at me about how XYZ isn't brutal enough to reference or something.

As for the appeal of it, I do think it really is the emotion. It's loud, it's angry, it's complicated. It's being made by people who, for whatever reason, are trying to stuff faster/louder/meaner/angrier/more complex than the people before them. Almost every aspect, be it musically, lyrically, vocally, etc. is often made to try and push some sort of envelope. Also it sounds cool. Someone's screaming about death while the drums go DBDBDBDBDBDBDBDBDBDB? What's not to love?

[pumpkinmetaphor]

I was curious if you had any headcanons or opinions on Nanako that you like...? I really like her character, too, and the idea of her and Hikaru sounds fun if a but messy lol. I personally see her as aromantic more so, but I also wasn't really convinced of KyoKao until I saw your blog and now I'm reading more fics of them. Ty if you share!

Hi anon! Sorry for the delay, it's been hectic. I love Nanako. Love her. Headcanons are a funny thing to me because often I don't think about it (outside of my naturally biased interpretations of canon) until I'm writing and then I'm like "huh...WOULD she drink that? What music would she like? Would she get that reference?" So I'll try solidify a few thoughts into points. -I think she's probably not so much of a bitch usually, it's just that her and Kyoya bring out the worst in each other. That said, I think she can stir shit like the rest of them. -There's definitely an inclination on my part to treat Nanako's characterisation as a "cool girl" or "rebel child" from the perspective of a European, given she's living in Spain, and view her dissent against cultural norms as dissent against European conservativism rather than dissent against Japanese conservativism, and to view that dissent as perhaps stronger than it really is. Nanako is independent, carefree, liberal yes- but from the perspective of conservative Japanese rich kids, specifically Kyoya for whom filial piety is a mouthful of a middle name. Nanako is a bit wild for them, but I think for us the audience there's a tendency to exaggerate her behaviour to make her wild to us as well- because I think for a lot of western readers, moving away from home for college and refusing to drop out of college and come home to marry a strange man just because your father demands it and, yes, flirting and drinking a little bit isn't really that rebellious. So there's definitely a tendency in my own head to amplify those traits that isn't wholly accurate to her characterisation that I have to at times stamp out. -In a similar vein, Nanako has interests and vocations and is very principled about them. She's smart, she's good at what she does, and she's dedicated. Kyoya has a tendency to undervalue what she wants and view her as undisciplined because he doesn't understand it/doesn't view it as beneficial/and thinks it's childish to put a strain on your family relationships over something he views as petty. But that's why Nanako is Kyoya's narrative foil. And also Kyoya's wrong. -Jumping off THAT, I think I've spoken before about the fact that what makes Nanako so interesting is that she is this very last minute foil to Kyoya. Nanako is, in many ways, a reflection to the audience of Kyoya's future. He to will be told to marry someone his father wants him to marry, put his life on hold, live the life his father expects him to if he ever hopes to inherit. But the point of contention between Kyoya and Nanako is that Nanako just won't do it and Kyoya sees that decision as childish- because he views the fact that he ultimately *will* do it as a testament of his own maturity. In the same way Nanako has to compromise her need for freedom with her desire to please her father, Kyoya must make that decision for himself in the future. I don't think he fully gets that at the end of that chapter, but I think it would take a lot more self introspection for him to admit even slightly that he could relate to Nanako. (side note: an important distinction to make as well is that Nanako wants to please her father because she loves him and he loves her. They once had a good relationship that has since become strained. Kyoya never had that relationship with his father to repair in the first place.)

-I don't think you'd get by on the continent for that long without a growing appreciation for Europop, but I think she probably listens mostly to lower key stuff like jazz and folk rock.

-I think she dates, casually. I can see her maybe having one long term relationship in her late teens that she bails on when it starts to turn into the exact kind of thing she's running away from (marriage, kids, etc.) and otherwise I think she treats dating like a cultural exchange. It's fun! Don't get any ideas. I think I outlined some of my feelings about NanaHika here. Ultimately my NanaHika manifesto is. Uh. I can't find it, but there was a tweet someone made once about Pete Davidson where they said that Type A women go to a guy like that after a break up because they have so many plates spinning that they want to come home to a guy who doesn't have unrequested advice, isn't egotistical enough to think he has any insight she hasn't thought of, and just hits them with a "that sucks, babe :(" and a soda

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Reading with the Old Breed thoughts Part 3:

Andrew Haldane- Sledge's idol.

Honestly, I think Sledge may have dedicated his book to him which is really wild. Sledge loves this guy. There's a moment where they're training on Pavuvu (Sledge hasn't gotten into combat yet) and he's feeling a little down/homesick, and Haldane comes into the picture, as honestly? Super nice dude. He's described as picking out the homesick/depressed replacements and just talking with them, making sure they're doing alright, asking them about home, just trying to cheer them up etc- it's very sweet and very nice. He does this for Sledge and Sledge is just like, this man is amazing, I love him so much. He's so cool.

While they're on Peleliu, Sledge is one of a group of Marines getting water barrels out of an amtrak I think it was, and there's an older Marine officer (or sergeant, can't remember his name/rank but he was supposed to be at the commanding post, but came anyway to help them out cause he was a cool guy too) and they all start talking about Haldane and this older guy is like, this guy Haldane is the shit, he's one of the best officers, and it's like legitimately the Haldane fan club over here, I'm not kidding everyone is like Haldane is amazing.

There's of course the moment Sledge wishes he could draw Haldane squinting at map in the dark as well. Plus, when Haldane dies- Sledge didn't see it, but when he heard about it, he really did grieve over that guy. Haldane really did leave an impression on Sledge. Later on in Okinawa, they have a guy called Stubby Joe come down with malaria (he's their last commanding officer who was one of Haldane's original group I guess) and has to leave, being replaced with this Shadow guy (Shadow was his nickname) that Sledge thought was kinda an ass, and Sledge is like it was the "end of an era" because it was the last link to Haldane leaving them.

Anyway- there's not a lot on Haldane in the internet- I'm sure he's got stuff in an archive somewhere, but here is the real guy. The man's chin is insane. That's him playing football at his college. This article has more information about him- he's just helping undergrads out and giving his stuff to new Marines- like this guy seems so nice. I wonder if the biography got finished- considering the article is from 2017.

Also side note, I actually met the actor this summer at a talking thing with Dale Dye- but this was before I watched the Pacific sadly so it didn't make a huge impression on me lol. Thoughts welcome.