#i hope this helps?? hey if you ever wanna talk through it we can chat about it i'm happy to help :)

[danaduchy]

all texts from Kerry

Found Henry Holy shit, Henry's on board. Way to go! Check outta rehab of his own free will… thru the window, hehe. Some nurse tried to stop us - at first I thought she wanted an autograph, but she didnt even recognize me. Tell you the rest later How's it going with Nancy? S'all under control That's what I like to hear

Samurai's back together What about Johnny? He amped for this gig or meh? * As amped as he's ever been. Must be important to him cuz otherwise I wouldnt be forced to take this stupid pseudoendotrizine * Hard to say. You know how he is Well I'm amped as fuck, if anyone's wonderin. It'll be fuckin shimra - just gotta remember not to get too wasted before. Old habits die hard, haha

Waiting for you Kerry? Where are you? On the way. Chill. Gotta change

What's up, V? Too bad you split so quick after the concert - we didn't even get a chance to chat I barely know anything about you, except you've got a shit-ton goin on inside You're the one who left early That so? Hm, maybe. Anyway, it was fuckin nova, wasn't it? Shoulda recorded it for you cause you didn't catch anything thru Johnny

Hey! Heey. So I cant stop thinkin about our little adventure. FUCKIN AWESOME. Thats how you live life. ON THE EDGE :> * Who doesnt like explosions and races right? :) Lemme know if the rest of your plan worked out Sure, I'll text or call ;) If I can't convince you to blow up anythin else, then at least we can go for a drink. Take care! * Egh, day just like any other. Hope it helped you tho Pff, sound more nonchalant than a karaoke star from kabuki ;) I'll be in touch

Coffee at Caliente Know what? I'm glad we got a chance to talk over coffee. You're a straight shooter, V. Nothing like the ass-kissers I'm usually surrounded by. It's good we did what we did, right? Blowing that van to bits? Cuz I been thinking… * To be honest, got no clue if anything good will come of it. I agreed cuz you paid me. Honest as ever, huh? Means I was right about you. Appreciate that, V. I really do. Don't ever change. * It was the right thing to do. And you've got nitro running through your veins. Don't you ever let yourself think otherwise! Nitro in my veins? Yeah, and a fuse sticking out of my ass. Least that's what I felt back then. Was worth it, though - slept like a fucking baby for the first time in ages. Talk to you later. Thanks again!

Reward Hey, forgot to send the eddies before, but should hit your account any sec. PREEM WORK :>

Where are you? Well, where are you? At this rate I'm gonna be a fuckin skeleton by the time you get here.. Move your ass or forget about this whole thing Dunno where you are or what you're up to, but I'm a busy fuckin man. Forget about it - don't have time for this shit Srsly, V? Ditched me with the badges and split? Shitty move. We're fuckin THROUGH Where the fuck are you? Grrr doesnt matter. I'm checkin out, goin home. Call ya if somethin comes up

answer yr phone!!! Hey, V. Got a job for you. Corner of Grey and Mallagra. Be there first thing in the morning, we'll talk it over. I'm fucking livid, V! Those Us Cracks bitches clearly didn't get the hint. Instead of cancelling after we blew up their truck, they just moved their show to another date! Meet me at Riot ASAP. We'll deal with them differently this time. The Us Skanks still wanna fuck me over and record the cover, V! On top of that, their lawyers won't stop yappin'. We really need to talk. I'm at Dark Matter right now. Come 'round the back, the bouncers will let you in. It's easier to reach my dead grandma than you, V! Anyway, Us Cracks are done, for real this time. We should celebrate! Stop by Dark Matter. Use the back entrance.

What's up? Hey, hows it going? Ownin the streets of NC? * More like tryna survive. Let's just say the city and I are even Sweet. What's that? What's up with me? Nice of you to ask. Hammerin out some sick tunes. Ok, more like trying to hammer out. Keep your fingers crossed * Hey hey, you could say that. Lotta stuffs been happenin - even without you! :O Yeah yeah, whatever! I'm stringin together some fresh tunes… OK, more like thinking about some fresh tunes. Keep your fingers crossed

Missed holocall! V! Whatever you're doing right now - drop it and come see me at the Marina. Pier four.

Scratch that! Spoke too soon Slight change of plans - waitin on an important delivery and the fuckin gonk's late. Be at the marina at 7pm!

Kova-chek this out :D Kovachek went ballistic when he found out the yacht went up in smoke! Even went back on those pills that turn him into you know, whatever the opposite of a cyberpsycho is. More goo than a man haha this is greaaaaat! * Ouch. Musta sunk a lotta eddies into that float! :P Speakin of dickheads tho - turns out he stashed a ton of drugs on board! Like, two yachts' worth. And we sent aaaall of that to the bottom of the sea :D Bay's full of fish high off their fins now! * Literally zero living organisms in that bay, Ker. Yeah duh they they took their happy fishy asses down to the spaceport and went to la la land. Anyway tellin ya whenever I'm down, I think about our seaventure and it's like insta good feels :* * Wow. What now? Feel like blowing more of his shit up. Think he's got a luxury crib somewhere in the Rockies… Something to think about… :P FUCK NO! I GOT IT! We make a Kovachek voodoo doll! Can't wait to stab that prick right in the dick :D * I really don't care about that dick, Kerry. Fine OK. As long as you care about MY dick, that is :P

Hey :* Heeey, how's it hanging? Everything all right? I'll just come right out and say it - I miss you. Just a little bit though ;) You coming by anytime soon? * Miss you too, if you can believe that. See? We're tuned to the same frequency. I'll try to swing by sometime. Preem. I'll be waiting! * Hey! Well well, look who's suddenly spilling their guts out :P Dunno when I can drop by though :/ Sad face :( But fine - I know the world doesn't revolve around me. It sucks, but that's the way it is. Take care! * Been thinking about you… Thinking about you too. You're like some chorus to this incredible song that's been stuck in my head lately. On loop :) * What's new? Still conquering the world with music? Planning to! :) don't really know if there's anything left to conquer though. You're already mine, right? (I know, I knooooow, it's cringe. But I couldn't hold myself back!) Latest song I wrote - read it and weep. Wrote it while thinking of you: "Where you whisper, open up your heart / Reveal the place where I once had a heart" Whaddaya think? * I like it. It's gentle, but still has a bite. And knowing you, probably has multiple meanings ;) Exactly! I knew you'd get it :*** * Hmm, you were thinking about me when you wrote that? Dunno if that's good or bad :< it's up to you - that's the whole point! :* * Got a bunch of things on my plate right now. Times are tough. Oh, OK, cool. Do what you gotta do. We'll talk later, no prob.

Serious business Check it out, V. Got this email from a lifelong fan. It's serious. Gotta write her back. Dear Mr. Eurodyne, the day we both have been waiting for is finally upon us! I got rid of my husband, my house and all the other remnants of my former life. Now, I'm truly ready to give you my heart and all my other organs, should you desire them. You are the Sun and I am the Moon - I live to bask in your radiant brilliance. I love you, Mr. Eurodyne, and eagerly anticipate the time we'll finally be together. We will meet soon - I'm sure you know exactly where." She also sent me a gift card to a junk shop in Providence, wherever the fuck that is. It's clear she's nuts, just not sure if it's the murder-suicide variety. She writes me same day every year, like clockwork. What if she dissolved her man in a vat of acid, burned down her house and now she's sharpening her sickle cuz I'm next!? What are we gonna do, V??? * You really worried about her? More importantly: Kerry Eurodyne actually reads fan mail? Adorable. Yeah, yeah, Kovachek usually deals with all that shit. Even signs photos and sends them to the fans. But the fucker always forwards stuff from this crazy broad. Gets his rocks off fuckin with my blood pressure. Anyway, thought you might get a kick out if it. Seriously though, I should probably do something. Don't want her to knock on my bedroom door a year from now. * What, your first psycho groupie? Unbelievable :D Don't worry about it. We'll deal with her. Fuckin preem. What should I do, V? Ideas?? * Call the Providence PD. Let them scare her off? Or better yet, put her in a straitjacket? Boooring! 'Sides, cops mean lawyers and I hate dealing with them even more than I hate Kovachek's guts. No worries, I'll think of something else.You're in charge here. * Why not have a bit of fun? Write her back, give her Kovachek's address and say you'll be waiting for her there exactly one year from now :P Hahahaha you beautiful fucking GENIUS! Think I'll do exactly that. He'll shit himself when he sees her! We'll set up a camera and film it, too. Can't wait!Not worth your time. * She probably thinks she's pregnant with Lizzy Wizzy's love child, too. Check if the store has a netpage, see if they ship to NC and get yourself something nice! Smart! I'll see if they have anything worth my while. Get myself a studded choker. Or one of them Russian stacky doll-in-a-doll-in-a-doll things. Thanks, V! Later

Truth or Dare! I'm boooooooored, V. Let's play Truth or Dare! :D * Really don't have time for this, Ker. Cmon, don't be like that. TRUTH or DARE??? * Fuck it. Dare. OK, here it goes. Hope I got your full attention! OKOK here's your dare: "Survive one year with a rockstar" :D * Cheeky ;) Guess I can give it a try ;) * Don't know if I have time for that, Kerry. * Truth! Got nothing to hide. Here it goes: "After a little good morning sex, what I really want is…" * Coffee and cigarettes. Glass of whiskey if I need a little hair of the dog…

* Scrambled eggs. Clearly.

Puzzle by yrs truly V! Made one of them picture riddles for you, V! Wanna see it? :D Fuck yeah you do! Heeeere goes! …69 <3 * Not right now, Kerry. Got some other things on my mind… No worries. Listen, we all have days like this. Thinking of you here with my little puzzle, hope that helps :* * Really, Ker? Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. Yeah, yeah, just warming up! Okay, get ready for round two! |$| >< #o.O# ;( * Kerry slapped the shit out of Kovachek! * Rockstars are the best spankers! Sorry, all you get is a kiss :* * My man is shit at puzzles :* You got it, you shrewd beast :D Congrats! Your reward - a Kerry Eurodyne sextape! Now all that's left is to shoot it :P I'll send you something sweet <3

Personality test You're not gonna believe this, V. I took one of those personality tests and apparently, I'm a NARCISSIST! Can you believe that shit?? * You, a narcissist? That can't be right. I know, right? Good thing you're smart about these things. You're so sweet, babe :* * Might be some truth to it if I'm REAL honest :) You do… tend to be an arrogant snob. Not to mention your ego's the size of a small planet :* Haha took the test again and now it says I'm a sociopath! Told you it's all bullshit! Told you I'm not a narcissist! Honestly you should listen to me, I'm smarter than whatever "scientist" came up with this shit!

Ah V fuuuck worlds biggest hangover, shakes and willies. Need a kind soul to tell me I'll come out the other side OK :-/ my age be damned ;-| * Textin ya from Dtown, 'hood's the very embodiment of shakes and willies * Got a gig, mebbe not worlds biggest but mondo anyway. This is me needin assurance I'll come out the other end in 1 piece Ever in the thick of shit, eh? It's where your&Johnny's minds meet, both uber vibe on it. JS better be fuckin happy - is he? * Need better candy to pop at raves, physio venting helps, mutes nerves, you'll stride strong, won't bother us workin peeps! Srsly V - soundin like you need time off, ad hoc vacay. U know, throw the monkey off your back, dunno, air your skull sponge. * Could be, just not now Handlin ginormous gig in Dogtown. Elbow deep in it, serious as a heart attack. * That an invite….? ;> Dunno, maybe…? My door's wiiiiiiide open, always ;> * Got this biz I gotta tend to first, one way or another… Oh ok mystery man - you do you. gotta say, findin this diss kinda titillating. Is it the masochist in me? tension's… ooooh, got my mouth watering. * Right, I know. One of these days - surprise! You'll see, be at your front door. Only if I'm home, obvi. You're textin a raucous, go-get-'em busy man… * OOO-K. So get lost, find a release. * Hmm, you're temptin me to call. Will do, given time. Do do do, plz. I'll be waitin <3

OK then I'll play support - we're all gonna all right, better'n all right - golden Which is DEF NOT me now - after a fuckin weird-ass 48 hrs, and this is me talkin…! just straaange… like unbelievably so Ahem, got stories to tell, solid gold * well, yeah, might find it a lil hard to believe… welp, hope you're whole and fine and happy. If you are, suck it. Dissin somebody like this - not nova, choom, supra unpreem * OK spill So dig this - meet-up w the enemy, competing publishing bitchez. Top dogz, bubbly flowin, rails vanishing up noses - all in back of a stretch cuz they out to impress my ass with their asses. Kinda sad, really. Gotta give 'em an e for effort, tho - they say: choom, got a mountain o' eddies for ya. N I say, really - where from? N they say, our mountain's a volcano, it'll spew scratch like lava… Hm i say, how's that? N they say, Zetatech product placement - next tour, choom so I says let's go - Zetatech now! they practically jizz. Zetatech HQ I get out, drop my pants and moon eveybody lookin out the windows of the building while I give the bitchez in the limo the finger at the same time. N i called Delamain.\nDel and me, we rollin, talkin anti-iperialism - any sense in it given the state of the world? Know what? we actually come to a conclusion - that nuthin makes sense anymore. So we go on rollin, and go on talkin and drinnk myself into grief. 18 hours later Del dropped me by my crib. He wished me GOOD LUCK IN THIS WORLD. choom was deep depressed, so much so he gave me a discount * Could've happened to Kerry and Kerry alone, that Plain to see, admit it, I just might be the king of NC's nightlife * vive le roi! and may the consort bask in his light ;> xoxo * hm, yeah, no titles more important than that… BETTER FUCKIN BELIEVE IT. * Oooh could go for a convo about life's futility. But DT takes no prisoners forgives no mistakes - need to focus. salty! somebody's in a m0000d * well, just don't see your parties and hangovers as overly important to me just now, if ever * yeah, sorry, just this gig, shitstorm, tense, lots to handle OK I get it, all crystal. Need a lil cheerin up or just leave you the fuck alone? * may be better off just leavin me alone, I'll ping you later, OK? say no more, luv ya and dreamin daily about your sweet tush <3 Eurodyne out * cheerin up, plz :) OK catch: How ya get a bass player to have that gleam in his eye? Shine a flashlight in his ear. That help any? * yup, did wonders :D thx raise you on the holo later, 'kay? * hm, not great, but I won't hold it against you. cute of you to try ok, so here's somethin to keep you warm at night in the meantime, you sweet precious thing <3

You doing anything? Yo, why haven't you shot me a message or nothin? I'm sitting over here like a dumbass waitin for my phone to start buzzin… * Sorry, Ker! You know how it is, life and shit… I know I know, didn't mean to be a total prick * I was just about to text you! Uh huh… suuuure… * You coulda shot me one too, y'know :P The fuck do you think I'm doin right now?!? So listen, how busy are ya? Gotta admit, I'm gettin the itch real bad. Like, a good itch, to see you I mean. * Sounds great! My megabuilding pad maybe? A megabuilding, huh? I mean, sure, guess that'll work… * Then I'll be waitin for ya at my Northside apartment :) Preem. Then I'll get there when I get there. * Let's meet up in Japantown. Just a hop and a skip for you ;) Perfect! * Can you drive over to the Glen? Love to see you too <3 I can do whatever the fuck I want. * Whaddaya say to a little date downtown? My Corpo Plaza place? Ohhh baby, my ass is already out the door! * I'm free! Wanna swing by Dogtown? You outta your mind? No fucking way! Either we meet in NC proper or I ain't goin out. Don't forget to tidy up a bit, yeah? ;)

Goooood morning, Night City! And you, V! Listen, I'm bored outta my mind. Wanna be bored together at least? You asleep? :P Oh, what's that? You want me to come over? Sure! You're one hot piece of ass, you know that right? You were in my dream last night. A good one. Don't worry, I ain't mad at dream V or nothin - in fact I wanna meet up! I hit a creative block, need some inspiration. I need you. I'm coming over. * Sounds good :) Megabuilding apartment then. Hope you remember which one's mine! On my way! * Genius idea from a genius himself. I'll be waitin for ya in Northside <3 Guess this means I have to change outta my bathrobe. The sacrifices we make! * Japantown. Now. :P Preem! Callin a Delamain right now! * Missed you too. Come to the Glen :) * Sounds like it's time for a trip downtown. My Corpo Plaza pad to be exact * Swing by Dogtown, I'll show you my fixer-upper :P Over my cold, dead, bullet-riddled body! The fuck you even doing there?! Get back to civilization, V! * haha XD so, right now's not good, but don't worry - I'll be thinkin of ya ;) Oh so that's how you wanna play this… nah, just messin, V. wink, wink. I'll catch ya another time!

I like you, V. Thought I owed you a little reminder of that. And hey, not to impose or nothin, but if you wanna spend some more time together, don't be such a coward about it, y'know? Hit me up!! * I like you too, Kerry. I'll let ya know :) Ain't we an adorable fuckin pair of sweethearts! Ha! * No imposing. I'd love to see you again soon too ;) Careful with those boundaries now, V. Let em down too far and I might just move right in! * Course! Soon as I find some time, you'll be the first to know! You honor me, sir! Hang tough out there, V. And remember - don't do anything I wouldn't do!

Hey, Ker! Life's been feelin a lil empty without ya… wanna meet up? So, wanna see me again? Fuck yeah! Your place ok? Heeey! I do, I do! Just… can't right now. Schedule's crammed. But I'll be in touch real soon!

I fucking love surprises! Yo, V, this is a nice ride! Seems like whenever you're on my mind all I can think about is rides ;) * Yeah I know ;) * I love surprising you :) As crazy as my life is, without you it'd be boring as hell <3 Thanks for the flowers! Thank christ they're artificial cuz I'm allergic to pollen. Sneezing, goopy eyes, the whole fuckin thing. Also… "Feedback"? What? Did we hook up at one of my concerts? Honestly I can't remember. * Totally. Speaker feedback fused our audio systems somehow. Made the sex interesting at least. Whaaa, well whatever, I don't need the whole sciency mumbo jumbo :D * You kiddin? How could you forget! Man, what the fuck was I on that night…

Won't see me for a while Gonna need to vanish for a while maybe a month or so. Hope you didn't have any romantic escapades planned and all set up :P Nooo :( Who'm I gonna take to the N54 rave then? :((( * Shiiiit mean to say I'm gonna miss an N54 party? Wanted to surprise you… Real fucking shame :/ I know ;( We'll crash multiple raves when I'm back in town tho :) Promise! * Take someone else feel free but just this once. Long as you promise - no hand holdin' no indecent stuff no INTIMACY mental neither :P Oh please faithful's my middle name :* Fuck really wish you could make it Make it up to you 100%

Long time no see :] There's this merc I know and haven't seen for a while… oh yeah it's you! :D C'mon pick up gotta tell you how wasted me and Slavoy McAllister got at this N54 rave xD Think we might've burnt down half the studio… by accident ofc XDD Hey, V? Pick up, choom Still can't top you 'n' me as a wrecking crew ;) Fuck, you ok? Pick up dammit not funny V 13 missed calls from: Kerry Eurodyne

You ghosting me? Fuck, pick up! Really?! Can't even bother to send ONE word?! Just gonna pretend like nothin happened, huh? COWARD

[memesfromstuff]

* THE BOYS S01E01 STARTERS.

"how's he gonna find his dick? it's invisible."

"get up, get up! come on, come on!"

"stay back. just stay the fuck back!"

"what are you smiling at?"

"you okay?"

"can i… can i get a selfie?"

"i really need to talk to you about something."

"later, kid."

"i'd like to make an appointment for you to come over and lay some cable."

"that doesn't mean what you think it means."

"laying cable means sex."

"that's disgusting."

"despite your best efforts, i'm actually still hungry."

"i'm actually more hungry now."

"where are we gonna go after all this hot talk?"

"what was i supposed to do? kick his door down."

"i said okay."

"yeah, but you didn't mean it."

"i don't think that's… i don't think that's true."

"well excuse me for waiting."

"you ever heard of chivarly?"

"listen, this is about you getting what you deserve."

"hey, don't you ever besmirch billy joel."

"i can't stop, i can't stop, i can't stop, i can't stop."

"let the energy go through the wall."

"you should look away."

"i hated it. i mean i can still smell the hairspray."

"but it wasn't a joke to me."

"since when did hopeful and naive become the same thing?"

"i mean why would you get into this business if not to save the world?"

"just, uh, don't get upset, okay?"

"i sign this and i can't talk about it?"

"look, i know you're upset, but we're just trying to help."

"then say you're sorry."

"i mean, you people say 'our condolences' and 'my sympathies' and 'our

regrets', but nobody can look me in the fucking eye and say 'i'm sorry!'"

"i'm not signing anything, get out."

"can i think about it?"

"we could really use the press right now."

"don't worry, i didn't get the job."

"if you're negative, negative things happen to you."

"come sit with me."

"good for you. you want to make this right, what happened. but you can't."

"this is a lot of money. we could really use it."

"be realistic."

"you can't do this."

"you don't have the fight, you never have."

"i'm sorry, but it's true."

"are all these people here for me?"

"i- i haven't done anything yet."

"yeah, that's why we love you."

"so, you ready for your life to change?"

"pretty cool, huh?"

"i used to stand in the mirror, pretending to be where i am right now."

"on my first day, i felt like a fraud. but the good news is, everybody feels that way."

"and hey, we're a team now. we'll help each other out."

"i hope that's not inappropriate to say."

"settle down, we're just talking."

"look, i know that you're powerful. i get it."

"your powers are no joke."

"goes to show you, doesn't it? the bollocks people will believe, if you get them

scared enough."

"cool. cool, cool."

"i'm not gonna piss you about. i heard what happened."

"i'm sorry, who are you?"

"i said who the hell are you, how do you know that?"

"listen, i was thinking that you and me should have a bit of a chat."

"you don't sound like a fed."

"you got it all wrong. it's what i can do for you."

"if you knew half the shit they get up to… fucking diabolical."

"how do you spank a supe?"

"you'll love it."

"thank you for an extremely weird conversation."

"i don't wanna go to a second location with you."

"this is your one and only, mate. once i go i'm gone."

"what have you got to lose that you ain't already lost?"

"where are we?"

"keep your mouth shut."

"fucking hypocrite."

"you want to hear something crazy?"

"dude, that's nasty."

"they're fucking laughing."

"so what are you gonna do about it?"

"oh, for chrissakes. clean yourself up."

"never let them see you like this."

"someone's fucking hiding something."

"like what, like i'm fucking james bond?"

"no, no. i can't, okay?"

"i'm not an infiltrator."

"i'm sorry, i'm just gonna fuck it up."

"i'm not… i'm not like you."

"i know, i know, it's a tough swallow."

"i think maybe you can."

"friendship does cut both ways."

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"i'm fine, i'm just having a bad day."

"and… i didn't fight. and now i just feel sick."

"turns out i'm not who i thought i was."

"sorry, i didn't mean to just dump all of that on you."

"just 'cause you fall on your ass doesn't mean you have to stay there."

"that's not who you are. so, who are you?"

"i'm a fighter. i'm gonna fight. i'm gonna take that son of a bitch's head clean

off his body."

"little scary, but- but cool."

"okay, man. i'm in."

"don't want to be late to your first official meeting."

"i had a whole welcome speech planned."

"beginning to wonder if you'd even show up. all that pressure, it's a lot for

anyone to swallow."

"i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere."

"can we get back to this, please? this is a serious crime."

"now, what i do want to hear, is who you saved this week. huh?"

"that's that? that was- that was a lot. th- i've- hold on, can you just- can you

repeat it again?"

"or you can take the blue pill. or is it the red pill? anyway, take the other pill

and quit being a cunt."

"which pill do you want me to take?"

"just quit being a cunt, that's what i'm saying."

"could you empty your pockets, please?"

"accidents happen, right?"

"after all, i mean, you were saving the world."

"can i use your bathroom?"

"and i look him right in the eye, and i smile."

"that was awesome, man."

"i get why you dig this job."

"i think it's best that i take it from here, you know what i mean?"

"i know you can help. i got it."

"you ever seen an asshole tear up 45k?"

"i'd appreciate your discretion."

"of course. you have my word."

"you think i wouldn't find this?"

"who was he?! he put you up to this?"

"do you think i'm a fucking idiot?"

"sorry about the mess."

"you should fuck off."

"you're gonna fucking tell me, or i'm gonna smash your fucking scalp off."

"is he… is he dead?"

"well, he ain't moving."

"would've taken me forever to work that one out."

"let's get him in the booth. the trunk."

"we're both in a shitload of trouble."

"what?! then who the fuck are you?!"

[starfirewildheart]

Chapter 5

Scars and Souvenirs 

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 1,568

Rating: some angst some fluff

(Personal note: real life has been kicking my ass lately and it's taking its toll. I struggled with this chapter. I hope it's OK. Also if you wanna chat about Henry, any of his characters, movies or even has out stories feel free to DM me.)

Sy laughed as his three year old niece gave Deb the third degree. Millie was completely enamored with Sy which he was so shocked by since he spent most of her life in the middle east but was incredibly grateful for it. 

"Why didn't ya bing mah unka Sy sooner. He coulda skeered da torm away?" Millie huffed at Debbie. She believed her Uncle Sy could fix everything, even bad weather.

"I'm sorry sweetie but he had to help your grandma with some stuff earlier," Debbie explained. Millie was the cutest little girl with blond hair and blue eyes and at three already had Sy's stubbornness and attitude. Seeing them together, Sy huge and Millie so tiny was cute but watching the big, bad, marine be bossed and pushed around by this tiny little girl was the most adorable thing ever.

"Why didn't you do it?" Millie pouted at Deb.

"Cause she didn't want me too. She wanted to spend time with Uncle Sy," She explained. 

"Why not?" Millie questioned. "You do it den Unka Sy be here wif me!"

"Cause she said she wanted him, not me" Deb shrugged. 

"Why?" She asked again.

"Stop bein stupid 'silly millie'." Amy and Mike's oldest kid, Robbie sneered. He was six and he thought little sisters were the worst. 

"Hey," Amy, Mike and Sy all said at the same time. "We don't call people stupid young man," Amy finished.

"Yea poopy head!" Millie stuck her tongue out at him.

"No ma'am," Sy shook his head. "You don't get to call him names either."

"Whhhhyyy?" She whined. "He is a poopy head!"

"Silly Millie, silly Millie," Robbie sang.

"Cause it's not nice," Sy explained while trying not to laugh. "But mostly because I said so." He pointed at Robbie. "That means you to."

"Otay," Millie nodded and played with the doll she had in Sy's lap.

"Fine," Robbie sighed.

Sy's phone rang and he looked at the screen before turning it to silent with a huff. Deb looked at him quizzically but before she could ask her phone rang. She looked at the screen and did the same thing Sy had done.

"What's going on?" Amy asked but just as she did her phone rang. "Hello?"

"Are they there?" Sara demanded.

"Hello to you too mom," Amy rolled her eyes as she excused herself to the kitchen for privacy. 

"Are they there?" She huffed again.

"Yes they are here. The storm was worse down their way and they couldn't get home. They were exhausted and not in any shape to be alone anyway."

"They were here but she decided I didn't need to have a discussion with my own son. She has no right to try to come between us. He's my son and I have a right to know what…"

"No you don't!" Amy yelled into her phone. "Yes, you are our mother but that doesn't give you the right to know every tiny detail of our lives. Whatever Sy went through over there we know it was awful and if he doesn't want to retell it or doesn't want us knowing then we should be ok with that. All that he needs from us is for us to love him just like he loves us. Is that not enough for you?" Amy was near breathless from her rant but when she heard the click of Sara's phone turning off her blood boiled and she growled rather loudly.

"Don't ruin your relationship with her because of me." Sy had stepped into the kitchen when he heard Amy's raised voice. "I don't know why she's being this way but she's dead set on knowing it all and I don't just don't think I can do it."

Amy hugged him. "You don't have to, Sy. If talking about what happened helps you I will gladly listen to every detail. I will continue to love you just the same if you never tell me anything that happened. You are my little brother." 

He walked over to the counter and leaned his hip against it, arms crossed over his chest. "I should just disappear.  It would make everyone's lives easier."

"You better not disappear! We need you," Amy insisted 

Millie came running into the kitchen ending their conversation.  "Unka Sy!" She ran up to him with her little arms in the air and he scooped her up.

"And what do you want?" He asked her as he tickled her and made her squirm and giggle.

"Come pay wif me!"

He sighed dramatically then flipped her upside. "I guess,  if I have to."  

They spent time playing with the kids before they had their dinner and got ready for bed both falling asleep after a story.

Once it was quiet Sy's mind started to go into hyper vigilance again and he was getting antsy. His eyes were darting to all the windows and doors searching for the enemy. When Amy came back downstairs and called them to the kitchen so they could all eat dinner Deb got an idea. "Amy, do you have any card games or board games?"

"I do!" She jumped up excitedly and went to gather them up.

"You did it now woman," Sy shook his head. "She loves playing games."

Deb held out her hand to him and tried to pull him up which was futile until he helped. "Games are a good distraction," She explained as she guided him toward the kitchen. Once he was in front of her she smacked his ass. "Woman?" She growled. 

He bit back a shocked squeak and spun on her quickly wrapping his arms around her and roughly squeezing her ass with both hands. "Yea, woman." There was a playfulness in his eyes as she reached back and swatted at his hands. "Mine", he growled deep in his chest as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Only yours, always," She promised. He kissed her until she was breathless and leaning heavily against him. "Mmmm," She sighed contentedly.

"Found em," Amy held up the boxes triumphantly. 

Thirty minutes later they were deep into a game of 'Syverson rules Uno' which she learned ment the deck had three special make your own wild cards, one of which Sy made a draw 10 card and you could 'stack' draw cards. The first hand Debbie had to draw eight and Sy enjoyed that just a little too much. So now, about half way into the game, Debbie was in a fit of hysterical laughter, Amy was in tears from laughter, Mike was trying to hide his smile and Sy was cursing. "Biggest bunch of fuckin bullshit I've ever seen in my life." He grumbled. "You keep laughin'" he shook his finger at Deb. It only made her laugh so hard she snorted which led to Amy's hysterical laughter and poor Aika looking at them all like they were mad. "It's not that funny!" Sy huffed at his sister.

"You," gasp, "had to," snort, "draw," guffaw, "18!" Tears from laughter streamed down Amy's face.

He shook his head and glared at her before picking up a pretzel twist and throwing it at her head which Aika happily munched as soon as it hit the floor. "Play!" He growled. 

Deb tried to control her laughter but failed, earning her own pretzel to the head. "They're your rules Syverson! I'm just playing by them," she explained innocently. 

"Uh-huh," he nodded, giving her a look that was supposed to be of anger but he couldn't hide his grin. 

They continued to play games for a couple of hours before Deb noticed Sy starting to wear out. "I hate to end a fun time but I'm getting kinda tired. I think I'm ready to stretch out."

"Of course," Amy stood up and gave her a hug. "You know where everything is but if there is something you can’t find just let me know."

"Thank you again for letting us crash here," sis. 

"You know you're welcome here anytime. " She gave him a hug then shooed them off to bed.

~~~~♡~~~~

Deb made sure Aika had been walked then crawled into bed where Sy was already waiting. The coolness of the sheets was welcoming on her sore, aching body. She wasn't really sleepy but physically she was beyond exhausted. Sighing contentedly when Sy pulled her against his side she pressed a kiss to his chest. "You feeling better sweetheart? "

"Still not right but much better than earlier. I'm so sorry you have to go through this with me. You deserve so much better."

The sadness in his voice broke her heart. She raised up on her elbow and looked at him. "I'm sorry you have to go through it baby, that you went through any of it. You're wrong though. I don't deserve better because there is no one better."

He turned on his side and hugged her to him pressing a kiss to her head nearly purring as she ran her nails lightly up and down his back.

"Mine," She said softly.

"All yours sugar. Only yours."

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Hey Cas, hope you are well.

I'm sorry about this but I just need to vent you don't even have to answer I just want to say it cause I feel sick somehow.

So when I was in my final year of high school(2021) I got into a relationship with this guy, he was amazing and everything was going good until he ghosted me, he blocked me, and then came back after a month saying his phone had died and he had no means of contacting me and whatever. Unfortunately, the relationship ended.

Anyway we went our separate ways and it was very hard for me for months after that, that is until a friend sent me some voice messages that were sent to her by the very same guy telling her that he had blocked me and everyone close to me for that month because he just didn't want to speak to me and that I was basically not enough for him, and I wasn't what he thought I was before we got together. From there on I was angry no longer sad or anything just angry and mad cause he could've just told me that the relationship wasn't working for him and I would've understood instead of doing this right??

Sadly, he was killed earlier this year (he was shot in a club), and that hurt me cause. Well, I once loved the guy right. Anyway, when we broke up, I deleted everything associated with him, our chats, pictures, everything, or so I thought. Imagine my surprise when I'm going through my emails today, and I find emails from him. I had a full on panic attack and every emotion I've ever felt for him just resurfaced, the love I once felt for him, the anger when I found out the truth, everything just came back and I think I'm not truly over him. But how do I get over someone I can't even talk to anymore? There's no closure I can get anymore as he's no longer living. I'm truly confused about how to deal with this.

What makes it worse is that I'm currently in a relationship right now. It's fairly new, and I feel like it's unfair on my current partner for me to have such feelings. I literally have no idea how I'm going to deal with this, I just wanna move on and be happy, is that too much to ask?

Sorry for the long message.

Hi <3

Honestly, that IS a lot to deal with and I'm so sorry youre going through this. I think the best way to process it is to talk about it. If you're able to, it might be a good idea to try to find a therapist. Even if you just go for a short while, having a professional to sort out your feelings would be very helpful in this case.

If not, you need a support system who can talk to you about this. Friends, family, people who can talk to you and help you process. Please don't bottle it up, talk through it.

As far as your current boyfriend, I think you need to be honest. Tell him what you're dealing with and that you're going to have to take some time to process. If he needs to take some space, that's understandable, but he also might surprise you and be there for you.

You can get closure even if he's not here anymore, it just takes time and processing. I believe in you <3

Naming you closure anon!

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Comfort in a Wish

Summary - Part 17 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - mentions of miscarriage, mentions of drowning

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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

“Hey, what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone out here upset?” 

You look up to see who’s talking to you: it’s a tall man, probably around Dean’s height, he’s bald with tribal-style tattoos running up his neck and over his head and face. You offer him a weak smile and mutter out an excuse, “Rough call with my fiance, that’s all. I should get inside.”

“Sorry about that. Here let me help,” the man says as he offers you his hand. As he stretches out his arm you can see there are tattoos running up his arm too. Against your better judgement, you take his hand and let him help you up. As your hand touches yours, his tattoos and eyes glow bright blue and you black out.

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You wake up in a soft bed in an unfamiliar room. You roll over and come face-to-face with Dean, but he looks more relaxed than ever. As if he was lying there waiting for you to wake up he kisses you.

“Good morning, Sweetheart. How’d my girls sleep?”

“Girls?”

You feel him reach his hand down and rub it over your stomach, which you now notice is the size of a basketball. “You sleep so well you forget about all the grief this little one’s been giving you?”

“Oh yeah, best I’ve slept in a long time,” you lie. 

“That’s good to hear. I was thinking how about I finally put the cot back together today? You’ve been riding me about it for weeks and you’re right, she’s gonna be here before we know it. But I finally have a day off and I’m gonna make it all about my girls.”

“A day off? Right, from hunting…”

“Are you still in your dreams, sweetie? A day off from the garage. I haven’t hunted in years, not since before Sammy jr was born.”

Just as he says that a little boy that perfectly resembles his father runs in and jumps on your bed. “Mama! Dada! Morning!”

“Good morning, champ! How about we go make Mama some breakfast?”

“Yeah!”

Dean gives you a quick peck on the lips before getting up and picking up the small child and carrying him out of the room while they laugh the whole time. The sight warms your heart, this is your ultimate dream but you can’t help but feel like something is wrong. You stand up and walk around the room looking for anything that could give you more information about your situation. You find a photo album in the cupboard as you flick through the pages you see photos of you and Dean standing in a field – you in a fancy white dress and him in a black suit with a white bow tie – with your arms around each other and the widest smiles on your faces. That’s when you notice the rings on your finger, one is familiar but the simple white gold band that sits above it is new. As you keep flicking through the album you see various photos of you with a gradually growing belly and then there are photos of you and Dean in a delivery room holding an infant who you can only assume is the boy downstairs with his father now. As you finish flicking through the book the absence of some very important people stands out to you. You put the album back on the shelf and pull on a dressing gown and join the boys downstairs. 

“Hey, honey, I was thinking maybe we should invite Sam and Bobby over for dinner before the baby’s born.”

Dean stops whisking and rounds the bench putting his hands on your forearms. “The baby brain’s bad today…I just never thought you’d be able to forget that…” You stare at him blankly so he continues, “They’re gone, baby. They sacrificed themselves so we could get out remember? This better not be a prank, it’s not funny. You know how guilty I feel and how much I miss them.”

“I’m really sorry, Dean,” you hang your head feeling bad for upsetting him, “I didn’t mean to upset you. I don’t know where my memories at today.”

“It’s okay, it’s the baby. You were like this with Sammy jr too, maybe not this bad but you always forgot where you put anything. It’s part of the process, it will all be worth it when she’s in our arms.”

He kisses your cheek and goes back to the kitchen where the toddler is making a mess of the ingredients. You smile weakly at the mess and walk out of the room. You find an office off the kitchen and go in and sit at the desk in front of the big desktop computer. When you turn it on you’re met with a photo of you, Dean and Sammy jr all smiling in a park. You open the internet browser and start searching for any demonic omens or strange occurrences recently. There’s none. The last signs you can find are from four years ago. You find articles talking about a range of apocalypse-level disasters that came and miraculously cleared within a few months. You’re interrupted from your research when you feel tapping on your leg. 

“Mama, breakfast ready.”

“Thank you, uh, Sammy. I’ll come out in a second.”

“You okay, mama?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m okay. Let’s go have some of that yummy breakfast you and daddy cooked.” You shut off the computer, stand up and pick up the toddler by your side. He starts laughing as you carry him with you to the kitchen where Dean’s serving out three plates of pancakes and bacon. 

“That smells amazing, honey. What do you think little guy?”

“Yeah, smells yummy!” he laughs out as you place him on the stool at the kitchen island. He starts happily eating the pancakes that Dean sliced into bite-sized pieces for him. You take a seat beside him and start eating in an attempt to appear normal to them. Dean rounds the counter and takes a seat next to you rubbing your back before digging into his own breakfast. As you eat you look over at the boy and man next to you; this is your dream, so why does it feel so wrong? 

Once you finish eating you get up to do the dishes but Dean stops you and takes your plate. “Nope, I got this. You go rest.”

“You cooked, I can’t sit around and do nothing.”

“You’re eight months pregnant, yes you can. Plus, you always do so much for us, so today while I’m home you’re not to lift a finger. You can take a nice long bath, catch up on that book you’ve been complaining you haven’t had time to read, watch a movie, whatever you want. Today is about you. So you go relax, I’ll tidy up here, build the crib and then I’ll take Junior to the park and wear him out so we can have a quiet afternoon on the couch, where I’m gonna give you the best foot massage of your life.” You open your mouth to protest but he stops you with a kiss, “No excuses, go relax.”

Defeated you go sit on the couch. You surf through the channels absentmindedly. This is the treatment you’re used to – Dean taking over and telling you to rest, although his reaction to you bringing up Sam and Bobby concerns you. Generally, whenever you bring up a lost one it ends in a fight. Where’s the arguing that’s always been such a significant part of your relationship? And how can Sam be gone? You were just with him in Illinois on a hunt. And you were at Bobby’s house days ago. The sinking feeling in your stomach grows.

Moments later you’re stripped from your thoughts. “Mama, can we watch cartoons? Scooby please?”

“Uh…sure, honey.” You flick through the channels looking for the cartoon channel. As soon as you find it Sammy jr climbs up on the couch beside you and snuggles into your side intently watching the TV. You run your fingers through his short brown hair and down his back. “You know, your daddy used to like Scooby Doo. I didn’t know him then but I’ve heard stories of when he was a kid, a few years older than you, he used to love watching this show. His favourite was Daphne, who’s your favourite?”

“I like Scooby!”

“Yeah, Scooby’s great.”

Dean comes in and joins you, sitting beside Sammy Jr. “Oooh, Scooby-Doo. I know we just had breakfast but I brought you two some snacks. I’m gonna go upstairs and put that cot together, you enjoy,” he says as he hands you a bowl of assorted fruits all cut into shapes. He places a kiss on Sammy’s head and then gets up and goes upstairs. 

Just over an hour later Dean returns downstairs and sits down beside you and Sammy jr. “The cot’s all done, the nursery is ready for our little girl,” he says as he rubs your massive tummy. “I’ve also run you a warm bubble bath so you can go relax while I take this one to the P A R K to wear him out.”

“You’re the best husband ever. There’s no way you’re real.”

“One hundred per cent real and all yours, baby. You enjoy your relaxing bath and we’ll be back soon. Come on, Bud, do you wanna come on an adventure with Daddy?”

“Yeah! ‘Venture!”

“Alright, go upstairs and I’ll help you get ready for our adventure.”

The little boy jumps up and bounds up the stairs. Dean stands up and helps you up slowly, leading you to your shared ensuite. When you walk in you’re met with an overwhelming scent of roses and the flickering lights of candles. He helps you undress and get into the tub. Once you’re settled he kisses your lips softly and stands up to find the little boy. 

You let the warm water and relaxing scent wash over you. Before long you hear the door open and shut downstairs, after that, your mind wanders back to your earlier thoughts. An image of the blue light and tattoos flashes in your mind. 

“Son of a bitch! It was a djinn!”

Knowing the best way to save yourself from a djinn is to kill yourself in the dream world to wake up, you pull your head underwater. You let all the air out from your lungs. Your throat and chest start to burn, your lungs screaming at you to pull up for air. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to push through the pain needing to return to the real world; to your real Sam and Dean. You want this dream so badly, but not at the expense of Sam and Bobby. You’re determined to find another way to escape without losing them. The burning in your lungs grows as you fight against it. You start to feel your pulse slow as you struggle to control your mind.

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“Insecurity” (Ajax & Enid One Shot Fanfiction)

Plot Summary: Ajax feels very insecure about not being able to go out places normally just like everyone else at Nevermore because he fears that he would get someone hurt by stoning them with his powers including Enid, he is deeply depressed and spends the entire day in Enid’s dorm room and she comes to check on him after studying hope you enjoy the story 🩷

“Enid was out studying with Yoko and Bianca at the picnic tables and they all had a friendly chat. So where’s your boyfriend Ajax today Enid? Bianca asked “Oh, he just decided to rest today in my dorm room but I promised to check up on him later he just has been feeling, you know depressed” Wow for how long? Yoko asked “It started yesterday and today he is going through a deep state of depression he is just afraid of stoning students by accident and he has a habit of stoning himself sometimes when he is taking a shower if he looks in the mirror and well I feel really bad for him because he can’t do things normally like we can” Enid said. I’m going to go and talk to him and maybe try to cheer him up later she told her friends. “That sounds like a good idea how about you go talk to him right now you go do what you need to do and we’ll talk later” Bianca reassured her friend then she was off to go see him.”

“Enid opened the door to her dorm then closed it and she saw Ajax resting on her bed in a blanket with an upset look on his face. Hey sweetheart I have been feeling really depressed lately Ajax told her “Yes I know that’s why I’m here to come check up on you because I love you and want to help cheer you up” Really? How? When I can’t do things normally or go anywhere like any other student here at Nevermore without risking stoning you and other people I’m dangerous Ajax said with a tear running down his eye and burying his face in his pillow. Aww baby it’s alright come out of the blanket I know what will make you happy sit up then Ajax climbed from out of the blanket and sat next to his girlfriend and she leaned in and kissed his lips softly and they both continued to kiss passionately then let go. Come on wanna have a tickle fight? lay down Enid said then she was on top of him tickling his stomach with her long colorful nails Enid! No! Stop! I swear! Ajax said laughing really hard now he was on top of Enid and tickled her too then she was giggling but then the minute he looked at her she turned into a solid rock. Enid?! Ajax said tapping her face No! Not you too! Ajax said breaking down crying.”

“Ajax wrapped his arms around his girlfriend crying and mourning for her until a miracle happened he heard cracking and was able to feel her flesh again she was back to normal. Huh? Why is Enid feeling softer all of a sudden Enid! I’m so glad you are okay! Ajax said in surprise then hugged her. I’m so sorry he told her I told you how dangerous I am “it’s okay I forgive you” Enid said. Please don’t ever feel like you are a mistake you will never be for me and please don’t change for me how about we go out on a date later she suggested I promise I will always be here for you and help you not fear going anywhere again “Sure Enid I love you so much baby” Ajax told her then they both kissed.”

The End

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Daryl Dixon X Reader

Context: Forbidden Romance! You belong to Shane, but your heart lies with Daryl...💚 Part 2/3

"Damn girl! Your a good shot!" "Well, I've been told I've always had a good aim" "Oh yeh? From who?" "Well I was in a gun club a few years back, and I was hitting bullseyes nearly every shot" "You ain't lyin! You've damn near gone through every glass bottle we had on that fence" "So did you" "Yeh, but noone else in this group can use my crossbow as well as me, I'm impressed" "Is that a compliment Daryl?"

He tries to hide his little blush, he pretended to brush it off. "Yeh-well-Lets see if you can hit the one in the far end" You just giggle, you knew you got to him. You and Daryl had been doing this all morning, spending time shooting and chatting, it was lovely. The sound of a car coming back up the driveway made you and Daryl turn to watch, it was Rick and Shane...they were back. But in the back seat....was that Randall? Why wasn't he dropped off? And why do Rick and Shane look all bloodied up? Oh sh#t it looks like they've gotten into a fight while they were out. Rick and Shane lead Randall into the wood shed, and lock him in there before making their way up to the house. You and Daryl both looked as confused as eachother. "Ya'll stay hear, I'll be right back alright?" "Ok" you say as Daryl heads up to the house. Rick and Shane were close, hopefully nothing too serious went down between them....and hopefully it wasn't anything to do with you or Lori. The afternoon went by quick, and when Daryl came back he told you what was happening, and that Randall may know how to get his group hear, which was dangerous.

So he was going to be kept in the wood shed until everyone decides what to do. Your dad and family knew and so did the group, but to be honest that wasn't the most important thing on your mind. You heard nothing back from Rick or Lori about what happened with him and Shane. Or weather Shane listened, and was going to keep his distance or not. Rick was too busy, so you just hoped Shane was busy too. You had walked to the well to grab some water, when Daryl had driven up to you on his impressive moterbike. "Hey! Yah wanna come take a ride with me?" "Really? Why?" "You look like you could use the distraction. Come on, what do yah say?" You felt your chest fill with a light feeling, you hadn't felt this for a long time. Why not? You run up to him smiling, and sit behind him on the bike, wrapping your arms around his waist. The vibrations shake you all over as he revs up the engine, then drives towards the road and on down the long roads away from the farm. It was a beautiful day to go for a ride, the sun was bright, the breeze was warm, and the trees were a lovely dark green colour. Daryl was in his element out hear on his bike, like he was born for it. His body was warm, it was a comfort as you held onto him, you didn't care why he asked you out for a drive, you were just happy he did.

About 20 minutes later, he parks up next to a load of abandoned cars on the side of the road. He helps you off the bike and you follow him to the cars. "Why are we hear Daryl? You think there's some supplies?" "Nope" he says before tossing you a small black tool kit, and kneeling down infront of the first car he sees. "I'm gunna teach you how to hot wire a car" "Really?" "Yeh, it's a valuable skill to learn. It'll help you if y'all ever stuck" "That's uhh...very sweet of you to teach me" "It ain't sweet....it's....for survival!" "Yeh...and just one more question, who else have you taught this skill too?" "Uhhh....just you I guess" "Mhhmm..." "Anyway, let's forget that. Come hear and I'll show you what to do" It was quite cute how he's only teaching you, or at least first...you thought he was acting really nice....he is....really nice....were you starting to fall for Daryl? He spent the next two hours talking you through the process, and you were able to hot wire 3/4 cars. It was so easy thanks to Daryl, there was even a moment where you made him chuckle. You knew a laugh wasn't a sure thing, but a chuckle was the closest thing, it was a wonderful sound. He suggested you drive a car back and tell the others about the rest, more cars could mean safer travel, and you agreed. But he didn't head to his bike yet, he lingered...like he doesn't want to go back yet.

"Daryl? Are you ok?" "I'm fine..." "Then why are you so quiet?" "It's nothin....it's nothin...." He looks a little nervous, his eyes dart between your eyes and your lips, but when he sees you notice that, he steps away and faces the cars instead on you. Was he?....were you making him nervous? And did he look at your lips for a reason? You felt so calm around him, and you won't lie to yourself, you were attracted to him.

Slowly, you step a little closer to him, he turns to face you, looking so lost. "I....I'm sorry" "For what Daryl?" "For...for just being me, I....I have no idea what I'm doin, and..." "Don't apologise for being yourself Daryl....I like who you are" "I like who you are too, I mean...I like...you...but I have no idea how to..." The poor guy looks flustered, you wanted to help ease his tention. Taking another step closer, your right infront of him now, and your hand gently takes his, stroking your thumb over his knuckles. He looks down at your hands touching, like he's trying to avoid your gase, and that's ok, he wasn't used to this, it was obvious. So you slowly, and gently reach your other hand up to his face and cup his cheek so he's looking at you, his eyes were beautiful, and he was so handsome. Both your voices are almost whispers, especially now you were so close. "Uhh...Y/N" "Yes?" "I...I ain't used to this kind of thing...." "It's ok...I can show you...but only if you want too....." He nods, but you want to be sure. "Tell me Daryl" "......Show me....." Gently leaning in closer to his lips, his eyes close and yours flutter shut as the feel of Daryl's lips finaly meet yours in a feather like touch. You wanted to be slow, gentle with him, and you could sence he wanted that to. The moment you started kissing him, his body became less tense, and his fingers interlocked with your hand he was holding. He was growing more and more comfortable with you. His lips were so soft, so inviting, and his kiss was beautiful. He melted into your touch, even moving both his hands to your hips and holding you closer to him.

You could feel his heartbeat rise each second he kissed you back, but once you both got into a rhythm, he kissed you like nothing else in the world matters. He spends so much time helping others, he's always tence, always on edge and his mind never stops. He never stops, but he finaly is now, it's been so long since he's been able to actualy relax, that it feels almost euphoric for him. His hand snakes it's way up to your hair, tangling it into the back of your scalp, deepening the kiss. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable, he was a nervous man, and you didn't want to push him. So the fact that he made that little move, it shows he feels calm around you. Yours and his lips moved together in perfect harmony, like a dance, while taking in his deep scent of cut grass and engine oil. It was earthy, but it was him. His breath was quickening, he was feeling a little overwhelmed with the intensity. You knew he wasn't used to it, so slowly you move back, breaking the kiss, Daryl was breathless, more than you. He didn't let you go, he liked having you this close, but you could tell that kiss was quite a lot for him to experience. Either it's been too long, or he hadn't been kissed like that before. No matter what it was, you weren't going to push him. "I....I won't lie to yah...I've tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss you Y/N..." "You've imagined this?" "Kinda....I never expected it to be better..." You smile warmly at him, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"It's been....it's been a while since....I'm sorry" "No, don't apologise Daryl. I could tell, it's ok, I promise" "How did you know to-" "Pull away?....because I could sence it in you Daryl. I like to think I understand you now. Understand your personality, your boundaries, your needs. And I didn't want you to feel like I was pushing you" "You didn't...not at all...was...was it ok?" "Daryl...I've never been kissed like that before. It was amazing" "Amazingly bad?" "No stupid! (giggle)....Daryl, your a beautiful kisser" He scoffs, blushing slightly. "I think ya'll need your head checked" You laugh, he smiles hearing your laugh, it was like music to him. "What does this moment mean for us Daryl?" "Y/N, I've thought about you like this for a long time, and I won't lie to yah, I did when you told me about Shane" "Oh! Is that why you got so angry?" "Pretty much yeh, but he still doesn't deserve to treat you like that. Anyway...honestly, I don't know what this means. I do wanna be around you...I wanna...I mean this was-" "I understand Daryl. Look, I'm not going to ask if you want to be 'boyfriend and girlfriend' but if you want to continue.." You say as you point to him and you "This. I'm happy with that. And we can take our time with whatever you want to do, whatever you want to try. I'm happy just being close to you, you make me feel something I've not felt in years" "What's that? Annoyed?" You scoff "No Daryl....safe..." His eyes suddenly change, from deep thought to suprise, he certainly wasn't expecting that.

He couldn't help but make a little smile. He takes your hand in his, and stands closer to you. "It's like you understand what I'm like without me even telling you. It's...nice. Fuckin weird! But...nice. I'd like to give this a go, takin it slow with you" "Are you sure?" "Yeh, I won't lie to yah, I'm not really as 'physical' as other guys. And I know what you had with Shane was just f#ckin" "Life isn't just about s#x" His quirky little corner of the mouth smile is a wonderful sight to you, like seeing a sunrise for the first time. "We've gotta get back now, ya'll alright drivin the car" "Hell yeh! That's a damn good car, just try and stop me" He chuckles as he heads towards his bike. You were so happy with what had happened today between you and Daryl, nothing else seemed to matter after having the memory of his lips in your mind, he really was the best kiss you've ever had. So gentle, so tender, yet made you feel like you were truly wanted, alive. Driving back, you and Daryl arrive with the bike and new car, then proceed to tell Dale and the others that's there's a new vehicle, aswell as some others where you and Daryl had just come from, that seemed to put them all in a happy mood. For the next few days, things went on as normal, for the farm at least. You and Daryl had been hanging out more and more, mostly little hidden moments away from everyone else, and there were a few times he even ventured to the house and slept in the same bedroom as you, instead of his tent. He was starting to get more and more comfortable around you, and it felt like you had a true connection with him. Yes he was still grumpy sometimes, and answered back to lots of people like normal, but that was lessening with you. He'd argue with you on occasion, but that's been when it's about your safety, and he was adamant he was going to protect you. During all this time, Rick and Shane were still arguing with their group about what to do with Randall, and he was still locked up in the shed. Why was this still going on? And more importantly, you noticed Shane seemed to have gotten more concerning. He'd look at you from a far distance, just stare with his cold eyes, you can't deny it made you feel nervous. You still didn't know what Rick said to him, or if he even listened.

One evening, something bad happened on the farm. Dale was out in the cow area, when a walker attacked him, making him scream for his life. You, Daryl, Rick and a few others ran to him, in hopes you could save him, but it was too late. The walker was put down...but Dale was in a lot of pain, and was in danger of d#ing a very painfull way. Rick tried to put him out of his misery, but he couldn't do it. Daryl, putting a hand on Rick's shoulder, decided to do it instead. Poor Daryl looked heartbroken as he pointed the gun to Dale's head, but Dale wanted this, even moving his head closer to the gun...he understood. "I'm sorry brother" Daryl muttered...before the bullet fired...k#lling Dale instantly.

Everyone there was utterly distraught, Carl and Lori were holding eachother, Rick paced back and forth with guilt, and Daryl was trying to face away from the group and hide his tears. You pull him in for a hug, and he holds onto you like you were about to disappear, burying his face in your shoulder to mask the tears pouring out of him. This was something he hated, something he felt so bad for, but he knew, everyone knew, it was the right decision. T dog, Daryl, Rick and your dad Hershal moved Dale's body somewhere safe that night so he could be buried the next morning, while you and everyone else made your ways up to the house.

Everyone had gone to sleep, you were just lying in bed, tossing and turning, debating on weather to go and find Daryl to make sure he was ok. When your thoughts were suddenly cut off by a knocking at the door. Like a flash, you jumped out of bed and opened it, to find Daryl standing there, looking utterly defeated. No words were exchanged, his eyes were red raw, his expression showing sadness, he had been through so much. You opened your arms for him, and he walked into them instantly. Again, his hold on you was like a lock, he had lost someone who was like family to him, and he really needed some comfort. "Can I stay hear with yah tonight?" "Of course Daryl, come on" Taking him by the hand, you pull him onto the bed and snuggle down in the quilt with him, getting you both nice and comfy. You were lead on your back and Daryl cuddled up with his arms around your body, and his head resting on your chest. For someone who was a grump most of the time, he was a good cuddler. Holding him close, your hand started running through his hair and gently stroking his face, easing him into a calmer state.

"I....I actually shot Dale....it was Dale....he was..." "Shh, I know Daryl. You did the right thing. He was suffering and....and you helped him" "I killed him....I f#ckin killed him" "No Daryl, the walker did that. You stoped him suffering anymore than he had too" "Yah really think so?" "Of course I do. This world isn't like it used to be, there's danger out there every single day, and walkers are monsters who we can't seem to be rid of yet. I could see in Dale's eyes, he was glad you put him out of pain, Daryl. I know you must feel so much guilt right now, but I promise, it will get easier. And Dale's no longer scared or in pain anymore" Daryl nods against your chest, he agrees, but you know that guilt is still weighing him down. All you can do it hold him, through everything, and be as supportive as you can.

That night, he fell asleep in your arms, and you shortly after. The next morning, everyone gathered around to say goodbye to Dale as he was buried, it was heartbreaking. Rick announced that we should follow by Dale's example, and be more like him. That's why, after the funeral, Rick decided not to kill Randall, and set him free somewhere, just like Dale had suggested. Everyone tried to go about their normal routine after saying goodbye to Dale, that included you at the back end of the house trying to nail up some wooden planks on the windows. You could never be to careful if there were any more walkers close by. As you reached for another plank, someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, a scream was going to break out of you, but a large mans hand clamped over your mouth as he pins you against the house walls. "Hey there little lady" It was Shane! And he had dark eyes, like he was possessed. You struggled against his grip, but just about managed to kick him square in the balls. "Ghah! F#ck!" He shouted as he fell backwards onto the grass, giving you just enough time to pick up your machete. "What the fuck do you think your doing?!" "Hey hey...there's no need to be like that" He says as he stands back up and dusts off his trousers. "Oh really? I shouldn't be like that? Well hears a little lesson for you Shane! Sneaking up on a woman, grabbing her and frightening her, is not something your going to get a F#CKING good reaction too!" "Incase you haven't noticed, I dont care...now why don't you put down the weapon-woh woh woh!" He says as you get into a fighting stance. "Oh sweetheart....I just wanted to talk..." "Call me that again and I'll gut you!" "Oohhh, such a fire. I can see why your playing hard to get" "Hard to get? What the hell makes you think I want you back?!" "Of course you do, you can't resist me, you know it" "You lied to me! Pushed me! Left me on my own in a walker infested area, and you seriously think I wanna go back to you?! Your f#cking insane!" He cracks his neck from side to side, anger building in his eyes. "Oh come on now sweetness, you know your MY property, and I'm the only one who's strong enough to protect everyone hear. I know you miss this d#ck. Let me loosen you up there, come on you know you want it-" He reaches for your shirt as you say that, but you slice at him, cutting at his chest in a long strike, leaving a decent cut across his bicep.

He staggers back, holding his chest, there isn't too much blood, but enough to make a point. "This is your final warning Shane....you may not be a walker....but if you EVER touch me again....I won't hesitate to kill you" Sniggering at your comment, he gives you a menacing stare.

"That's cute, how you think you can actualy take me. It's a lucky situation now Y/N, it's daylight, people could see us. But I promise you....if you don't be a good girl and do as I say, I might just make a visit to your room tonight....put my duct tape to good use to shut you up. Take you faaaaar away from hear and show you who's really in charge...who knows...I may not even bring you back....leave you to the walkers.....and allll of it would be YOUR fault" In the corner of your eye, you see Lori walking past, and she spots you both, making Shane back away from you, pretending like he wasn't just threatening you. But you still had your weapon pointed at him. Whispering to you, he says "Just think about it..." Then he walks away, chuckling under his breath. Still holding your weapon up in your hand, your body begins to shake, the fear hits you like a tone of bricks and tears start to stream from your eyes as you collapse to the ground in panic. Lori runs over to you within seconds, seeing how scared you were, unable to breath properly. "Honey! What happened?! What did Shane do?!"

You can't answer, it's just crying and gasping noises coming out. You couldn't even hear Lori's voice, the sound of your pounding heart was echoing through your head. "RICK! RICK!" Lori shouts out, Rick is by yours and Lori's side within seconds, closely followed by Daryl, aiming his crossbow. Rick sees your panicked state and is by your side, just as Daryl sees you too. Dropping his crossbow, he runs to you too.

Rick asked "Lori, what happened?!" "I don't know! I walked around hear and-Shane was talking to her, she-she looked scared! She had her machete pointed to him!" Daryl reaches for your hand. "Y/N! Can yah hear me?! Look at me ok? Look at me!" Daryl's voice seems to cut through the pounding of your heartbeat, looking at him with tears in your eyes, he starts to show you how to breath, trying to help you calm down. "Just watch me ok? In...and out. In...and out. Come on, you can do it, do it with me" His calm encouragement is helping you, and breathing along with him is letting you catch your breath again. He continues, not doing anything else, just getting you to a better place. "That's great Y/N....ok....can you speak now?" You nod. Rick asks "What happened Y/N? What did Shane do?" "He-he-" "Just take your time now" Taking another breath, you start to speak again. "I-I was boarding- boarding up this window, when Shane-he came and-he.....grabbed me. Put his hand over my mouth. He frightened me. I-I kicked him in the balls and-and got my knife out....I don't know what he was doing"

Daryl's hand gently squeezed yours, as Lori brushes strand of hair out of your face. "It's ok honey, your doing great" Lori says kindly. "He...he tried to convince me that I wanted to get back with him. I said no, but he wouldn't listen. He said I was his property" The look on Daryl's face, you've never seen this kind of anger. "I told him-I would never go back to him. But he said he knew I wanted it....he tried....he tried to take my shirt...but I cut him across the chest! I had to! He-he didn't listen to me! He didn't stop!" "Hey hey, it's alright" Rick said. "You were protecting yourself, it's alright" Daryl wiped some of your tears away, then held your hand again, not leaving your side for a second. "But it was when....when I did that...he said I need to go back to him... or he'd come to my room tonight....(sobbing) use his duct tape and-" "Oh ok ok, Shhh" Daryl says in a sweet way, taking you into his arms and holds you as you cry. Rick and Lori stand, looking at eachotner. "Rick, I told you he was a danger" "You think I don't know that? I told you we nearly killed eachother the other day when we went to take Randall-" "Look at what hes done Rick!" Lori says pointing to you. "Y/N does not deserve this! Noone deserves to be threatened and scared in there own home! He is dangerous Rick!" Daryl looks up at Rick, pure rage in his eyes. "Let me kill him" "Daryl, no-" "I don't care if he's your friend Rick! I'll kill that son' bitch with my bare hands if I have to!"

"No Daryl! I'm gunna stop-" Rick is suddenly cut off by T dog running and shouting to him. "Guys! It's Randall! He got out!" Rick instantly runs with T dog, Daryl doesn't move and neither does Lori. "Daryl, let's take her inside" "Yah got it" Daryl carefully helps you to your feet, and holds you close in his arms as all 3 of you walk to the front of the house. There is a big commotion there, Randall had somehow escaped, and everyone looked panicked. That's when the trees rustle from infront of them, and Shane bursts though, calling out to Rick. His nose was bloodied up, like he'd been in a fight. "Rick! Randall got the jump on me man! Took my gun! He's loose!" Rick asked Glenn and Daryl to come with him and Shane, this was a dangerous situation and he needed Daryl to track him. He didn't, however, let go of you. He couldn't. "I can't leave her Lori, not like this" Rick calls after Daryl again, but Daryl shakes his head. Rick runs up to him. "Daryl, I need you!" "And Y/N needs me! You've seen what Shane did to her, and you just wanna run off into the woods with him at the drop of a hat?!" "Randall is gone!" "And good riddance to the little pr#ck!"

Lori chimes in "Alright alright you guys! Enough!" She gently takes your hand in hers. "Daryl, I'll stay with her. I'll keep her safe hear" "I.....alright...." Rick runs back to Shane, T dog and Glenn, but Daryl sweetly takes your face in his hands, wiping away what's left of your tears with his thumb. "Alright, I'll be right back, I promise yah. You gonna be ok?" "I'll be alright...please just be careful" "I'll be fine, I'll be back as soon as I can. And there ain't no way that b#stard is comin back near yah, or anyone else. He's f#cked with you and everyone for too long" Rick shouts to Daryl from across the field, Daryl groans, then smiles at you before giving you a quick and sweet kiss. "I'll be back soon" He said before running in the opposite direction, towards the others and into the woods to search for Randall.

Lori takes you inside and Carol sits with you both, seeing if your ok. Lori tells her what happened, and where the others have gone. Luckily by this time, you had calmed down, and now were more worried about Daryl and the others. God knows what Shane is capable of, and what really happened with him and Randall. When he shouted that Randall managed to fight HIM off, it didn't seem true to you. Shane was a fighter, a police officer, one small guy couldn't have done that to him, could he? The night drew in quickly, and everyone was just doing their own thing inside the house, waiting for the others to come back. You were stood by the window, looking out for any sign of signal the others could possible do. That's when you hear a gun shot in the distance, it sounded a fair distance away, but you definitely heard it. You called Carol and Maggie over, told them about the gun shot and how you were worried something was going wrong. A few minutes later, another gun shot! What was happening? You ran outside to see if you could see or hear anything that might help you, and that's where Daryl and T dog came running up. "Daryl!" You shout in relief as you run to him. He takes you into his arm for a tight hug. "Are you both ok? Who shot their gun?" "What're you talkin bout? We didn't shoot nothin" "Daryl's right, but we did find Randall" You raise an eyebrow. "Is he dead?" "Yeh, but the strange thing is...he wasn't bit. His neck was snapped, so I have no idea why that son' b#tch turned" "You guys better come inside and tell the others, they need to know" T dog runs inside to talk to the others, you follow close behind, but Daryl stops you and pulls you aside for a moment. "Are you alright? Did Lori look after you?" "I'm ok Daryl, honestly. I was more worried about you to tell you the truth"

"Ain't nothin I can't handle. But seriously, you doin alright?" He asks, hoding your hand in his. "Yes, I promise Daryl, I'm fine. Did you see what happened to Rick and Shane?" "We all split up, I didn't wanna. I wanted to kick the sh#t out of that f#cker!" "Your not the only one. I'm guessing it was one of them who fired their gun. There's noone else out there" "It must have been" "Daryl?" "Yeh?" "Were you aware....you did kiss me earlier...right infront of Lori" "Yeh, I was aware. I was there after all" "I'm just suprised you did. I didn't know if you were ready to let everyone know about us yet" "To be honest, I don't really care who knows or what everyone else thinks. I wanted to kiss yah, so I did. I won't lie, if someone would have told me when this whole sh#t show started, that I'd actualy fall for someone, I'd probably tell e'm to shut the f#ck up" "And now?" "Now?....Damn girl your stuck in my head wherever the f#ck I go....and it ain't a bad thing" "That's very sweet of you to say Daryl" "I wasn't tryin' to be sweet, just bein' honest" "I know....should we go insi-" Your suddenly cut off by the sight infront of you. Behind Daryl, you can see lots and lots of walkers, heading straight towards the house across the field. "What? What is it-oh shit!"

You and Daryl run inside and tell everyone what's going on, giving them all a chance to get to their guns and other weapons. This group of walkers was big, VERY big! And who knows what would happen by the end of this night....if there is an end to it....

[toomanyroleplays]

Hey Gang

So to say the least I am ever so bored and looking to get some new roleplays up and running. First off the very most important thing to know about me is I'm 25 coming to you from the Cringy One Direction Roleplay era. So please please please be at least 18 but I would prefer 20 and up in a perfect world. I ONLY write on Discord in the third person. My minimum is two paragraphs and my max well she's all over the place typically around five paragraphs. I'm ghost and cringe-friendly. I love building playlists and interest boards for RPs and world-building and just all the OOC chit-chat you could dream of. I'm looking for romance and if all parties are comfy some spice in the plot along with everything else we could ever dream up within reason. I'm open to writing all pairing types and OCxCC or CCxCC but no OCxOC sorry! But I double! :) Fandoms and a little more about what I'm looking for in each one. Marvel/MCU/Comics: I am a die-hard Phlint shipper and I am always down to write them. I have hardcore missed this pair so damn much since Omegle left us. There are other canon ships I'm down to write as well the list is hella long and fluctuates with my mood so please ask and I'll happily supply you with that list and whom I write. I am also always down to write OCxCC for Marvel. I'm open to ABO and BDSM AU's in this fandom as well. Hobbit: I've kinda got a half assed OC/fan species idea but like fuck if I know. So like while I wanna say I would be down to write OCxCC I'm probably gonna lean towards CCxCC but you never know I might be in the mood to bust that sucker out. I'm all for Thilbo always have been. Have you read An Unexpected Addition by karategal on AO3? I've basically taken it as canon now. Anywho other ships also include Dworin, Dwori, and Boffins. WWE It's cringe I know but shit dude I love that silly wrestling. Ask me about it in the DM's if you're interested. We can work literally anything out. I love it all. Criminal Minds bring on the OCxCC or CCxCC would love to do a Marvel CCxCC crossover though I could be talked into an OCxCC cross over. Ships I kinda love em all for the sake of not making this post any longer I'll put in my top four but feel free to ask about others. Hotchgan, Demily, Morcia and Moreid Harry Potter Golden Trio I'm looking for OCxCC please don't ask me to play Voldy or like any Malfoy. Characters are 18+ so no Hogwarts sorry fam. Uh plots all I can say is buckle up I'm a little bit of a goblin. Marauders era OCxCC or CCxCC looking for alternate war endings. Rare pairs, and heavy world-building. Please do not ask me to write snape I can't go there.

Ok OK so last one and like this shit is hella specific so don't mind me I'm just being hopeful. Percy Jackson (TV series) I read book one years ago gonna start a read-through soon. I am Specifically looking for an AresxF OC of mine. I'm hoping to find someone flexible and willing to help me make sense of this cracked-out plot I've had bouncing around in my brain for weeks.

If any of this interests you please feel free to shoot me a message on Discord or interact with the post and I'll reach out.

pythonsmonty

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

Underappreciated servants? Not to be too basic, but could we maybe see some headcanons for Drake and a more reserved f!master? I feel like Drake gets glossed over a lot for some reason.

Hello, it's nice to hear from you! Your headcanon request is fine (though it has given me a LOT of room to go wild LOL). Yeah, Drake definitely could do with more content. Thanks for the request!

This is also my first time writing Drake, hope you enjoy. Thanks for waiting for so long.

Note: Drake x F! Master romance/homies headcanons. Also a bit of chaos (I guess?!)

Opposites Do Attract, After All (Drake x Reserved Female Master)

ׂׂૢ You and Drake make for a rather unlikely pair at first. With her love of brawls, adventure and booze; she makes for a rather loud individual, whilst your tendency to logically sort through things; as well as possessing a mind that not even the sharpest of warriors could peer inside- made you quite the mystery.

ׂׂૢ Despite that, both you and Drake hit things off right from the very start!!! Finding you to be a rather chill person to hang out with, it isn't long before she tries to loop you into her schemes; viewing you as none other than her 'comrade-in-arms'. "Heh, you up for some adventure? Let's go wild!" Hopefully you have an interest in income and treasure because, holy moly...she can't wait to get you involved with her acquirement of great new items (and the ensuing destructive chaos bound to follow).

ׂׂૢ However, this does not mean that she is only interested in having you assist her with such chaotic activities. She also enjoys casually joining you for a casual chinwag over drinks and food, discussing many things. Heck, she likes hearing you talk a bit as well; wanting to know more about you.

ׂׂૢ Though others may not be able to understand you or may judge you for being less talkative and more of a lone type, one as sharp-witted as Drake is able to get you from the start. So you definitely won't be getting any annoying assumptions about you being more on the quiet side from her. "You're you, after all." Be prepared for some chillingly accurate reads in the future, for she's got you down to a tee.

ׂׂૢ One day, she thrusts down a meal besides you, invites you to join her crew and outright says, "Hey, master! Wanna join us? Gotta say, you're goddamn interesting as heck. Feel free to come chat some time." Hopefully you'll enjoy some card games. Those are a great way to get to know one another. And besides, you're living it up by being true to yourself; making you a true pioneer of the pirate spirit!

ׂׂૢ Though Drake will take you along her journeys and show you her world, she won't force you to open up, nor will she judge you for being the type to hold back. As one who lives true to herself, Drake isn't that sort of person. Sure, she loves to party, but if you don't then that's no problem!

ׂׂૢ Uncovering the mind of such a reserved being is a gift of its own, after all! Thanks to her many experiences, though she may have a strong opinion; she tends to not be very judgmental; and is great to share a laugh with, or even a somber lament every now and then.

ׂׂૢ The two of you also bond over music, sharing your individual tastes with one another. The first time you showed her your music player (or smartphone or ipod etc), her eyes sparkled with joy at the surreal contraption, hungry to dig into its details straight away! Nowadays, the two of you share an earbud each, listening to one another's favorite songs and humming a tune. Drake loves sharing such a fun hobby in common.

ׂׂૢ If you ever need space, Drake's got you. Though she's a boisterous one, she's intuitive enough to get what's going on (it's helped her through many dangerous exploits). As long as you communicate clearly, the two of you will be able to work out any hiccups along the way. Though Drake may not easily let you on to how deeply she cares for you as an ally, her affection shines through her actions and behaviors.

ׂׂૢ Your reticent personality can also be soothing to Drake as well. Sometimes, she isn't in the mood to be loud, also enjoying some private time every now and then. Knowing that you won't expect her to provide all the entertainment is a great relief to her, enjoying just kicking back with you and chilling together.

ׂׂૢ As the two of you begin to grow closer, the distance between your worlds and timelines gradually decrease; as you find an increasingly precious wreath of information about one another. (And she may be trying to work out how to get into your mind as well. You know. Just for some fun.)

ׂׂૢ Drake eventually starts to open up a little about other sides to her as well, sharing more somber tales or talking about deeper topics at times. The way in which she can just let things go around you is great. Drake is glad to have put her trust in a master as great as you, however she may not let you know this; putting on a bit of a 'villainous pirate' façade instead.

Romance Side!!!!

ׂׂૢ Drake is rather subtle with her affection at first. Though she's completely direct with her platonic affection, when it comes to romance; she may start of rather simple, doing things such as occasionally resting her head in your lap when she's drunk, leaning onto you for comfort, or hanging out with you more often. Small physical gestures, and support may be more to her style.

ׂׂૢ In fact, she may not even confess for a while; simply content with just continuing on with things as usual. However, from the sheer comfort that you two feel when spending time together, it is clear that the two of you are now incredibly close-knit with one another.

ׂׂૢ In the early days, Drake may have lead you around more; but now she wants to see what you consider as an adventure as well; to understand what pleasures, sights and sounds bring you to life, as well; so she will definitely ask you what you want to do on your days out.

ׂׂૢ One fun pastime is watching the sea together, as you ease into one another's arms. It's a prosperous relationship between two souls, going at a pace that is both relaxing and even-tempered enough for you both, which makes for a great contrast to the chaos of your initial meeting.

"Seems like I've finally hit the jackpot, huh...thanks for the good times."

[fuckingguide]

Saw your post about the dating app thing, and girlie pop I feel your pain. If you don't wanna do the dating app thing don't worry man you don't have to. Your friends are probably just trying to help and that's their way they know how. It sounds like they care and would be understanding if you didn't want to do it. But! If you do want to keep doing it my best advice is this; the person on the other end of that chat box is just as nervous as you to text a new person. It's all okay! And if you don't wanna keep talking to em that's fine, dating apps are just kinda like that my guy. (Just don't give in to ghosting culture please oml it sucks, just send em a "hey not really interested, but you seem nice!" Or whatever and then dip). Also don't feel pressured to do the whole "what do you like and what do you do for fun" typical kind of stuff. If you're looking for a relationship start texting to set a precedence for what you are like day to day. "saw this funny meme today" kinda shit is totally acceptable conversation in today's culture for topic of conversation. "what shows do you like" leads to finding out if they're into shipping culture or not and prompts so much more convo. It's all down to you and what you like to share and talk about, and how those things coincide with the person you're talking with. And hey! Guess what? At the end of the day that's just a little person in your phone and life keeps going even if they end up ghosting you! It'll be A-Okay home slice. And about the requited love thing, if y'all were friends before and y'all were good friends y'all can come outta this just fine. If he's understanding hell let it lie, and granted, it might be a bit awkward for awhile but that's fine! Everything will be alright, sweet guide, life is just a hiking path on a mountain and you don't always get to see the sunrise the whole time, but when you do? Damn is it beautiful. Ya know? Hope this helped!

this is honestly so uplifting, thank you so much anon ily 💞💞

my friends will for sure be understanding if I decide this isn't working out for me. and while it does feel like dating apps aren't my thing, I'm also conscious that due to how my brain works nothing ever really feels like "my thing" at first until I've tried it a couple of times and I've got used to it. it's very easy for me to stagnate by convincing myself something isn't for me just because I've never tried it and the thought of it scares me, so I'm trying to push myself out of my comfort zone a little more and at least give it a try. if after a couple of months it still doesn't feel like something that would work for me, I will drop it, and I'm sure my friends will get it!

thank you so much for your advice!! I 100% agree on how ghosting sucks, I know it would hurt me if someone did it to me and I would find it rude so I definitely won't do that to someone else. I'll keep in mind what you say about how the other person is just as nervous as me, I think that's an excellent point! and yeah I need to find the way to get to know people that works best for me (and for them too). nothing to do but try!

yeah let's see how things with this guy develop, I'd love for us to come out of it as friends but I think we will first have to go through a period of minimal contact, or else we'll never break the cycle. but thank you so much for your kind words and advice, you've honestly made me feel so much better about everything!! you're right, things will turn out fine in the end

I hope you have a lovely rest of the week anon you're an angel 💞💖 I feel so much more hopeful and motivated 🥰

[littlebosleepmusings]

(gif credit: @steverobin)

In Memoriam // Hunted (Prologue)

warnings: none

The street's a liar

I'm gonna lure you into the dark

My cold desire

To hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart

The danger is I'm dangerous

And I might just tear you apart

Oh, ah, oh

I'm gonna catch ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya

Oh, ah, oh I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh

You're my kill of the night

an undisclosed amount of time from now, sometime in the possibly near and/or certain future…

Lizzie 1. Inter-dimensional Demonic being 0. Maybe all those springs doing cross-country weren’t completely pointless after all. One more turn of a corner, and she’s finally put some distance between them. With all this running down the halls of the high school, she just wishes she wore running shoes that weren’t as pinched at the toes.

Something that looks like a man, but isn’t a man is hot on her tail and they aren’t letting her get away so easily, without a fight.

Another mad dash around a corner, when she suddenly bumps into a heavy, solid figure. For a second, she thought she was screwed, but she’s relieved to find it’s just you.

…

“Oh hey Mrs M,” the teenage girl says, between winded breaths, as you hold onto one another for balance.

“Lizzie.” You’re out of breath yourself, having just taken care of this guy’s friend.

“Right behind me,” she blurts out, just as the humanoid, figure materializes and reveals it’s hideous, inhuman face. Before letting out one of the loudest, death rattling scream you’ve ever heard.

You quickly, push her aside so you can take care of it.

“Got it.”

Without wasting any time, you whip out your blade and drive it straight through them. Watching as they explode into a cloud of ghastly, black smoke.

Your favourite part about the hunt. Watching their physical form disintegrate when you send them back to Hell. Least favourite is probably the sulphur smell.

“Nice one, Mrs. M.” Lizzie lowers her arms from her face, as you realize she’s on the floor. She nearly gags from the smell.

“Come on,” you say offering her your hand, before pulling her up with ease.

“One more down. Only a thousand or so to go.”

You know she’s exaggerating, but you can’t help but grimace. “God, I hope not.” You’re growing tired of the constant threats on your life and the town as of late. At the same exact time, Hope and Josie appear around the corner of the school.

“All good, guys?” The way Hope still looks at you, even now. Like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“Yeah,” you say, sheathing your weapon back in its holster. Smoothing a hand over her hair, you smile at the young girl.

Lizzie starts brushing off her clothes. “Being bait and unable to defend yourself is literally the worst thing. Outfit’s ruined,” she adds.

“At least you were cute bait.” Josie attempts to cheer up her sister.

“Thanks sis...But seriously? I mean we can siphon a demon, but our magic is useless against them. Who comes up with this crap? There should be someone downstairs we can talk to about this.”

Hope and Josie exchange amused glances.

“Alright ladies.” You begin directing them back toward where you all came.

“Let’s get back to the school before anyone notices you’re gone. I don’t want your dad laying into me again.”

Lizzie folds her arms. “Ugh, who cares? He complains about everything.”

“I follow his rules, out of respect for Caroline and the two of you. Plus, I made her a promise…”

“You didn’t follow his rules tonight,” Josie reminds you, with a devilish smirk.

“No, I didn’t,” you admit. “But it was an emergency. I’ll follow em, next time.” You pat Jos on the back in a teasing manner, as the four of you start walking toward the exit.

"Maybe text him at least, to let him know you aren’t dead," you add.

If you know Alaric as well as you think you do, you know he’s likely noticed something was up by now. Your eyes fall to Hope up ahead, chatting with the other two girls.

Call it a parent’s intuition.

[mxstball]

Serena, Starter Squad Admin

Kalos was always beautiful around this time of year. The snow lightly sprinkled the region. Schools were closing. Children and parents alike were either outside playing together or inside huddled together. Plenty of Ice-type Pokémon appeared throughout the routes. Even walking around the region at this time gave Serena nothing but joy throughout. 

As Serena took her time to travel, she thought back at her recent history. Here she was, reclaiming the seat of Champion and watching over the region as she did once before, but this time was much different. Before, Serena was recovering from the Flare Incident in the Kalos region. She was younger, more naive, and was full of imposter syndrome; however, things were much different now. Serena was older, wiser, and even more full of hope. She had experienced the death of her dear friend and recovered from it. She partnered with a Legendary Pokémon so they both could seek mental help. Now, not only was she loved and respected all over, but she felt that love and respect no matter where she went.

Serena looked up at the sky. Sometimes, to her, looking up at the sky brought her memories of the past -- of him. No matter how much time has passed… no matter what happens in the world… she won't ever forget Calem. He was the first friend that she ever made in this region, the first person she ever loved… the first that she ever grieved. Even though she moved on, as Serena looked to the sky, she wondered… if Calem were here, how different would each of their lives be? Would he be proud of her?

…

Serena's reminiscing was cut short by the sound of her phone. "H--huh?" She turned on her Holo Caster. She was confused as to who could be--

--oh. Right. She did say that she was going to call around this time, didn't she?

"Oh, hey, Hilda!" Serena laughed. "Sorry. It seemed that I was caught in the moment. Seeing the wintery snow is some of the nicest things that you've ever seen, you know?" Serena started walking to the nearest Pokémon Center. "Anyway, how's everything?"

"..."

"...That's good that you're doing alright. How's traveling to Paldea treating you? Kathy hasn't been too angry at you, has she?"

"...."

Serena laughed. "Oh, so she was because you tried to battle someone on sight? Was it a no battle zone?"

"...!"

"Ah, makes sense. So, who was it and how did it go?"

"....! …."

"Nemona…. That's the Champion-class classmate of Kathy's, right? And you said that you guys were pretty much tied in wins against each other?"

"..."

"Mmm." Serena nodded. "Wait-- hold on. HOW MANY battles did you say that you two had?"

"...!"

"THIRTY-SIX!? Were you guys like, tired AT ALL!?"

"..."

Serena groaned. "Of course, neither of you are. Sounds like someone found their soulmate."

"...."

She couldn't help but laugh. Hilda was on the other line yelling at her for that comment. "I'm joking! I'm joking! Still, it sounds like you two became instant friends." She nodded. "Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"...."

"You wanted to call me to see if you could add a few people to our Starter Squad group chat?"

"...!"

"Oh, and you want to promote me to admin since we're getting so many people?" She took a minute to think. "Well, I don't mind being an admin. I'm pretty active on it already so I can keep watch of it with you and Leaf. Who did you want to add, anyway? I assume that Nemona girl at least, right?"

"..."

Serena was nodding along as she heard the names. "Arya… Penny… Nemona… Arven… Florian… Juliana. Yeah I don't mind them being added. We heard so much about them through Kathy, anyway. I assume you're going to tell Leaf, too?"

"..."

"Oh, you're going to call her next? That makes sense. Anyway, just make sure you don't overexert yourself and your Pokémon battling your new friend there." Serena laughed. "I don't wanna hear any excuses when it's time that you and I battle, too."

"...!"

Serena laughed. "No, YOU'RE the best. Anyway, I gotta go. I'm in Snowbelle right now, but I need to pay the Pokémon Village a visit. Just want to make sure they're all okay, you know?"

"..."

"Alrighty! See ya~" Serena hung up.

The Champion walked out of the Pokémon Center and walked out of town. She had somewhere to be now.

[geo-winchester]

THE PARK

Summary: After what happened in Egypt Marc appears on your door one day.

A/N: hi everyone is been a while since I publish something and here’s a little story I was work on, I hope you like it and if you do have any feedbacks, request or just want to chat please do it!

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As you make your way home from Egypt, you couldn’t help but think about Marc, you spend this past years by his side, he look like the bad guy from any novel you read but he wasn’t, he always try to protect you, he want you to be safe and he was tender with you, but one day he was gone, you didn’t know about him until you receive a call from his phone, after that moment everything became weird. You met Steven, who you love to spend time with him, then you went to Egypt, the thumb, the fight with Amit and then he disappearing again. So you were really surprise when you saw him outside of you door, he look a little surprise too, but then he gave you that weak smile.

-Hey- he said.

-Marc, what are you doing here?- you said.

-I…- he said -I honestly don’t know, I… Do you wanna have dinner with me?

-What?

-Yeah- he said -we can go to that restaurant you always love- you thought for a moment and move from the door, he look at you strange for a moment.

-Why should I go?- you asked him.

-I save your life- he said, you look at him for a few seconds.

-Let me just get change.

-You look great…

-Marc I’m wearing gym cloths and that’s a fancy restaurant, I can’t wear this.

Your way home wasn’t as quiet as you thought it would be, even if it was all small talk, he asked you about your plain from Egypt. The two of you stop when you saw the restaurant full as ever and a the big crowd waiting for a table, he look angry and disappointed, you took his hand before gave you make him follow him, you step inside of the first pizzeria you found, when you have your order he make you follow him before you could sit, you follow him through the city until you get to a park, the two of you sat on one of the benches, you keep talking as you eat.

-I bet we look weird- you said -two older people, siting on a bench of the park, all dress up.

-You’re not old- he said.

-you right, a young and attractive woman sitting next to an older man- you joke making him role his eyes- but is it just me or this look like that scene from a star is born?- he nod.

-Tell me something girl, are you happy in this modern world?- he sing making you laugh.

-Seriously, how did you find this place, I thought you never like this kind of places- he look down, like if he was ashamed for something.

-Steven, he like to come here.

-Really?- he nod.

-He loves to talk to the statue man- you couldn’t help but laugh.

-I like that about Steven, he’s cute- you said.

-So would you prefer to be here with him instead of me?- he asked you.

-Well he has that accent- you joke.

-I can do that accent- he said, you look at him pretend you don’t believe him -yeah I do, I pretend to be him, you know?- he said with Steven accent making you laugh, suddenly your laugh stop.

-So he’s been around for a long time?- he look away and thought for a moment.

-He’s been around for as long I can remember, I wast been able to control it better.

-So he was around when we were together?- he nod, you didn’t say anything for a moment -why didn’t you tell me? I mean I’m not a professional but I would try to help you, or at least I would be a good listener- you said as you took his hand.

-I’m never been good at it- he said as he look at your hands -you know opening myself- you shrugged -your the only one I opened more- he sighed -I should be more open to you, you were… you’re everything to me…

-I don’t think I believe you- you said trying to hide your anger -you leave like if I meant anything to you, and then I found out you… that Steven’s apartment is a few blocks from mine, I mean if I were everything to you you could visit me or at least say that you were ok.

-I didn’t want you to be a target.

-I don’t care, you know I can protect myself, beside you need me.

-I didn’t want you to be hurt because of me…

-You hurt me Marc, I was in love with you, I share every secret with you and I thought I knew you but actually I don’t know you- you said and you look at him, he look at you guilty -and I thought I was over, I haven’t thought about you in a long time but then Steven call me and… everything comes back, and then you pretend to be this bad guy and be mad at me as if I was the one who did something wrong…

-I’m sorry- he said as he clean the tear falling from your cheek.

-You should- you said.

-I just want to be back, take all the pain I caused you and be back at what we were, you been the light in my life, I been the pain in the ass that you love- you laugh -I was mad with myself for letting Steven drag you in to all that mess, I want to protect you and when I saw you bleeding I was so scare to lose you, I’m really glad that you accept to be Taweret’s avatar and heal you but I also felt guilty because you could die not knowing how much I love you.

-Fuck- you said -you really good with that tongue- he smile.

-You know that baby- he wink at you making you blush, you just look at each other for a moment.

-Ok- you said.

-Ok?- you nod.

-I’m Yn- you said -and I think I’m in love with you- he took your hand.

-Hi Yn, I’m Marc and there’s this other man call Steven who I share body with- he said -and I think I love you too.

-What about Steven?- you said.

-He’s amaze with you- he said, you got close to him.

-I’m glad, cause I’m going to kiss you and I don’t want to be awkward for him, beside I like him too- he role his eyes before he finally kiss you.

Xxxxxx

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[soulwillower]

semi-charming •  bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested:  Do you have any bill denbrough x reader’s that you have finished that can be posted? I really love your work I re read it like everyday lol :)    +      AKANSHAKAKMA U SHOULD POST THE BILL DENBROUGH HATE SMUT AHHHH     +     don’t be shy post the b.d hate smut 😀🔫🥰🌝

i haven’t posted a fic in well over several months but i hope u guys like it :) im here and around still so send me something if u wanna chat <3 i also have re opened my requests lkajsdlkaj

also - i gained a lot of new followers while i was gone and im sure some ppl want to be removed from my taglist SO: i am gonna start a new taglist!!! pls send me a message and let me know if you want to be on it bc after this post im starting fresh  !!!!!!!!!

warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au, 

(losers + reader are 19+.)

4.1k words

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional. 

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that. 

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake. 

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise. 

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door. 

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes. 

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either. 

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music." 

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off." 

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. 

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding. 

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give. 

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in." 

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it. 

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?" 

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms. 

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?" 

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person. 

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst. 

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg. 

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall. 

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!" 

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him. 

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either. 

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts. 

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet. 

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack." 

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf. 

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot. 

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you. 

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip. 

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane.  "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly. 

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth. 

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away. 

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid. 

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh. 

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from. 

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done." 

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated." 

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly. 

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are,  i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk. 

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out. 

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you. 

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you. 

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own.  "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving? 

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants. 

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes. 

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down. 

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate. 

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once. 

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure. 

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?" 

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to." 

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock. 

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back. 

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly. 

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan. 

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums. 

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out. 

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce. 

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building. 

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours. 

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

 "you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to. 

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already. 

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple. 

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours. 

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close. 

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters. 

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall. 

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous. 

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease. 

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him. 

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[hatakemrs]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do Light Yagami reaction to reader's scars. I totally understand if this makes you uncomfortable, you can ignore me :). Have a good day and stay hydrated!

Light Reaction to reader's scars:

Warning: Mention Of SH, scars, cuts, blood.

It was getting bad again. You knew it but what could you do aside from staring at the scars in your hands. You were clean for a year but all the stress from studies and your parents made you relapse again. And you wanted to hide your current situation from your boyfriend.

You knew how intelligent Light is and he would figure out about your scars if you hang out with him much.So you started distancing yourself. It was not like that you didn't trusted him but no one had ever saw you this vulnerable and so you were scared to open up to anyone.

Light looked at his phone only to see no messages from you. The last message you sent was "Have to study. Maybe some other time" replying to his question "Wanna hang out?". Light felt something is off and went to your house.

You were cleaning the fresh wounds that you got from dragging a razor on your skin when your mother called out "Y/n! Light is here". You panicked and hurriedly cleaned your cuts and went to your room to grab your hoodie.

You went down stairs to see Light sitting on the crouch. His eyes lit up as soon as it met yours but the gleam was gone within an instant when Light felt something is wrong. "Hey Light what are you doing here? Missed me that much?" You said with a fake cheerful tone although Light didn't fall for that "Let's go out. I wouldn't take no as an answer" He said. You couldn't fail the look in his eyes so you agreed with it.

You both were chatting and walking your way to a park when you both saw and ice-cream truck. "Y/n let's get you some ice-cream" Light said and grabbed your hand but as soon as he did it, you flinched in pain. Light's intentions were not wrong, he just wanted to take you to the ice-cream truck but that ended up re-opening your cuts. Blood started covering your hoodie's long sleeves. Light's eyes widened when he rolled up your sleeves to see many scars covering your arm.

He didn't say anything and hurried to the medical store to buy some antiseptic. He washed your wounds then gently applied the cream and you flinched at the stinging pain. "I'm always here for you. You know that right?" Light looked at you, sadness visible in eyes. He hugged you careful not to re-open your wounds again "I'm so sorry Y/n. I noticed something was off but I didn't knew you were going through so much" you couldn't take it anymore and broke down. You didn't knew how much time has passed but Light was there for you holding you close and providing you with comfortable silence. "Do you wanna talk about it love? Or you can take your time" You told him everything what you were going through. "Love, just know I'm so proud of you for holding on so long. You are the strongest person I know but please don't cut yourself, I love you so much that it hurts me to think even a day without you. I'm always here for you and we can get through this together, right?" You nodded and hugged him again.

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A/n: Thank you for your request. As someone who deals with SH thoughts this scenario helped me to express my emotions. I hope you liked it <3

Also, if anybody reading this is doing SH or is thinking of doing it just know that the world wouldn't be same without you. Please talk with your close ones and if you don't have anyone to talk with just know my dms are always open and you can vent there.

[steampunk-sorcerer]

Sturges' Discovery

730 words, friendship hurt/comfort, Minutemen Ending

“Hey, uh, General? I need to ask you somethin’.”

Nate plugged the data he’d gotten from the blood test into the terminal to verify their suspicions, comparing the two DNA sequences carefully. It had been a little difficult to persuade Cade and Quinlan to help him, but when he stated he was “suspicious about an individual’s origins,” they came around, remembering the Brotherhood’s OWN experiences with that. It was technically the truth. They didn’t have to know that he had no intention of acting on that “suspicion,” just as he’d had no intention of ever killing the man he’d fallen in love with. He just had to hope they wouldn’t store the data, Lord knows what they’d do with it.

“Well… shit. They’re the same, aren’t they?” Sturges peered over his shoulder, gripping the wrench in his hands tightly.

“Yeah. Exactly the same. I’m sorry, Sturges.” Nate leaned back in his chair, sighing and running a hand through his black hair in need of a trim.

“What do I do now?” Sturges just kind of… stood there, at a loss. 

Nate rose to his feet, turning to face Sturges. “Whatever you want. No one else even has to know if you don’t want them to, buddy.”

Sturges angrily tossed the wrench to the ground, making a loud clattering sound. “My whole life is a lie, I don’t know what I want! Everything I thought I learned from my old man is borrowed memories… Where does the fake shit end and my own life begin? I’m not even a real person-“

Nate carefully placed a hand on either of the man’s broad shoulders. “Hey. I’m not putting up with this again. You’re as real as I am, what does it matter where you came from? You have thoughts, feelings, and dreams, and you’re the best damn mechanic in the whole Commonwealth. Without you we wouldn’t have stopped those bastards, would we? And I consider you a good friend. That’s pretty real.”

“But I-“

“Aht, no. I’ve been through this twice already from two different people. You’re a person, end of story.” Nate’s brand of pep-talk could be a little harsh sometimes. “Your name is Sturges, you are a mechanic, a Minuteman, and my friend. That’s real. You helped us destroy the Institute. That’s pretty damn real. You keep Sanctuary from falling to bits when I’m off screwing around somewhere. That’s real. I don’t care if you’re a synth, what your designation might’ve been. The others never have to know if you don’t want them to.”

Sturges processed for a moment, then met Nate’s eyes. Sometimes he was a little bit frightening to look at, piercing blue eyes and dark hair against pale skin like some kind of vampire. But there was a kindness, an accepting gesture behind his words, and that was what really mattered to him. 

Normally, he wasn’t a touchy type, especially not when covered in grease and dirt, but… he pulled the man into a hug.

“…Thank you, General. I needed to hear that.” He let go, looking rather ashamed of himself. 

Nate chuckled softly. “Not a problem, buddy. Any time you wanna talk about it and I’m around, you know what to do. I might be able to get Valentine to offer you counsel, but I don’t think Danse would want to talk about how ‘not human’ you both are.”

Sturges forced a laugh. “Ha, no. He’d be the last person I went to. Metal detective it is.”

“Wise choice.” Nate bent over to pick up the wrench, handing it back to Sturges, then pressed a few buttons on the terminal to close the data. 

“Y’know… maybe I’ll tell the others, some day… but not today. Nah… I think today I’m just gonna have a drink and worry about it later.” Sturges tucked the wrench into his belt. 

“Hey, good idea. I got some Gwinnett Pale from Goodneighbor in my house. Come on over and we can sit and chat about power armor or something to get your mind off things. Danse won’t mind, he’s tinkering with that X-01 suit right now… still don’t know where the hell he found it.”

“Best not to ask.” Sturges followed Nate out of the house and down the street.

Maybe this won’t be such a bad thing, after all… he’s in the right place with the right kind of friends.

Okay but we know Sturges went poking around in that data from the network scanner holotape, right? How else would he have found a back door into the Institute?

Do you think he found the list of missing synths, too?

And do you think he got a little too curious about one of them, and opened the file?

And do you think… he perhaps had an identity crisis?

If you use console commands to kill him, he drops a synth component. In Fallout Shelter Online, which is beta-level canon but still relevant to me, he has the Synth trait and is listed as a Gen 3 that does not know his origins… Like Danse before Blind Betrayal.

His old man taught him everything he knows…but he never had an old man. If his whole life is a lie… What now?