#maybe it will be the shitty song someone shows their friends when they pass the aux

[caffeinatedopossum]

I've always really wanted to make music (almost all of the 250 notes on my phone are lyrics I've been compiling for months and there were hundreds more on my other phones that are lost forever now) but I've been so scared and idk why. I should just do it because I think I'll regret not doing it but there's so many things I'm scared of.

I feel overwhelmed when people talk about making music and it sounds so hard and like their process is so intense and requires so much knowledge and equipment and and *insert x thing they need here* and I'm over here, recording a bit of audio on my phone and trying my best with pre-made instrument loopers on a free app. Idk, it's like somehow people convinced it can't be easy or I'm doing it wrong and I honestly still don't know if they were right or not

[moonstruckme]

hayy!! so tonight i went to a small little show that my friend was doing with his band, and me and the bassist made crazy eye contact while he sang the lyrics “good, i’m proud of you” to me. (i’m dead) ANYWAYY it made me think, this is kinda out there but maybe a james potter band au?? like he’s a drummer or bassist and you keep making crazy eye contact and the tension is THICK.. (maybe even some groupie activity later??) IDKK i’d love to see youre interpretation 😋 or even just to chat about it!!! i love you’re work sm

That sounds so fun babe! Thanks for sharing omg <3

cw: bar

rockstar!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

As much as you like Marlene, you’d sort of thought her band was going to be shitty. And in your defense, most of the ones who play this venue, where the crowd is typically too drunk to care what sound fills the space and it only costs a few quid to get in, are pretty amateurish. They’ll play their one or two original songs, then fill the rest of their time with covers, trying all the while to figure out how to work the stage and engage the crowd. 

These guys definitely don’t seem like amateurs. 

Marlene had said they were just starting out, but you don’t believe it. She, as you expected, is incredible. She embodies this fierce, uncaring kind of cool, fingers sliding up and down the neck of her electric guitar with skill you didn’t know she had. The guys in the band aren’t half bad either. The singer has a voice that seems always on the edge of a scream, and he and Marlene play off each other’s energy, him occasionally leaning the mic her way to belt something together. The bassist seems a bit aloof, long fingers moving with an almost lazy dexterity, which seems to be driving the people clustered at the edge of the stage even madder than they might be if he paid them any attention. And the drummer…

Perhaps you’re partial to the drummer because he doesn’t seem like he’s trying to be cool at all. There’s something completely uninhibited about him that lights something in your chest and sends a buzz of excitement through the room, like you’re all feeding off his energy. He looks like he’s having the time of his life. Sweat shines brilliantly on his dusky skin and drips off the ends of curly brown hair that’s just long enough to flop into his eyes. Someone threw him a headband earlier in the show seemingly to help prevent this, so now he’s got it pushed back, curls protruding his head and bouncing as he bobs enthusiastically to the beat. A smile splits his face as he launches into a brief solo, and coincidentally your stomach erupts in butterflies at precisely the same time. 

You’re thinking of trying to jostle your way up to the barricade when the drummer’s eyes take another skim of the crowd, and this time they catch on you. Your heart stutters. A tall figure moves in front of you, obscuring your view of the stage, and when they pass the drummer’s still looking at you. And holy shit. This is eye contact. You’re not totally sure how well he can see you what with the lighting in here, but it feels like his eyes are looking right into yours and saying Hello, nice to meet you. 

A few seconds more and he has to tear his attention away as they go back into the chorus, but your eyes keep finding each other’s. It feels more intimate than it probably should, with several meters of distance between you and the crowded, raucous atmosphere, but you can’t help the giddy lightness that accumulates in your chest over the course of the set. 

During what the singer says will be their last song, his gaze flicks to you with something different in it. It’s not something you can place, but in the next second it’s gone, and all his attention is on his drum solo. You cheer with the rest of the audience as drumsticks fly, almost too quick to see, over the drums and cymbals, and you’re so caught up it takes you a second too long to realize one of them actually is flying. 

Your hands flinch up in front of you just in time, protecting your face and fumbling the drumstick nearly to the ground before you catch it. You look back towards the drummer, and his eyes have flared with alarm. 

“Sorry,” he shouts over the screeching of guitars, earning a glare from the singer a second before all sound cuts out. 

Marlene takes the mic, announcing that they’re done performing for the night but will be available to receive free drinks until closing. The band starts to pack up and leave the stage. 

The crowd splits in two, one half migrating towards the bar and the other towards the exits. You’re not quite sure where to go. You want to meet up with Marlene, maybe give her the drumstick to pass along to her bandmate and thank her for inviting you before you head home, but you’re not bold enough to venture backstage. You cast a glance toward the bar, twirling the wooden stick absentmindedly between your fingers. Maybe you can find a seat to wait for her? 

“You’re not bad at that.” 

You turn, and the drummer from the band is standing behind you. 

“Oh.” You glance down at the drumstick in your hand, feeling a bit silly as you hold it out. “Thanks. Here you go.” 

“Thank you.” His eyes are even better close up. He’s put on glasses, magnifying the warm brown of his irises and the thick, dark lashes that nearly brush his lenses when he blinks. “You looked like you’d be a better catcher.” 

You laugh. “Not sure what would make you think that.” 

“Well, you did manage it in the end.” He smiles. It’s charming with a touch of roguishness, and you get the impression he’s someone accustomed to being forgiven. “Sorry for almost hitting you in the face.” 

You shrug, suddenly unsure what you usually do with your hands. “It happens,” you say. “I don’t take it personally when musicians lose their instruments in my direction.” 

“Oh, well I wasn’t trying to lob it at your head, but tossing it your way wasn’t an accident.” 

Something funny happens in your gut. “It wasn’t?” 

His grin spreads and he shakes his head. “I figured it was my best shot at getting a chance to meet you.” 

Your face heats. You hope you’re not smiling as big as it feels like you are. “You could’ve just asked Marlene,” you say. “No need to throw things.” 

He laughs, a warm and hearty sound. “I’ll have to refine my methods,” he replies. “I’m James.” 

You tell him your name in turn, and he gets this look on his face like it’s the best thing he’s heard all night. 

“Do you wanna join us at the bar for free drinks?” he asks, taking out the headband and ruffling his hair so his curls bounce onto his forehead. It’s more than a little distracting. “I’m sure Marls would love for you to stay.” 

“I…” You glance towards the bar. “I’m pretty sure the free drinks are just for people in the band, no?” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” He waves you off, taking your hand and leading you towards the bar. “You won’t be paying regardless. Just tell me what you like.”

[onceuponastory]

twelve minutes - bucky barnes x reader

But for now we stay so far 'Til our lonely limbs collide I can't keep you in these arms So I'll keep you in my mind - you and i by PVRIS

Plot: Almost a year after their breakup, Y/N sees Bucky Barnes again. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (past) Warnings: Mentions of a breakup and heartbreak, angst without a happy ending. Bucky being a shitty boyfriend. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: So You and I by PVRIS, one of my favourite songs ever, turned 8 on Friday, and I had to write another fic for it to celebrate (please ignore I'm a few days late) so here we are!

Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

One night, Y/N stands outside the Avengers tower in the cold New York air. A chilly wind blows, and she shivers. She can still hear the party inside, the muffled music and laughter. Maybe she should just go inside? Isn't that better than being out here, alone and in the cold? 

But just as she’s about to turn back, she shakes her head. She didn’t even want to come tonight. Although the Avengers are still her friends, a party attended by her ex, Bucky Barnes, was not the ideal way to spend her night. But Natasha whined and begged for her to come, promising her she’d have a good time and it wouldn’t be that awkward. Unfortunately, it was just as awkward as Y/N expected. In fact, it was worse.

Sure, people still spoke to her, but she could tell they all had one question on their lips, one she was not willing to answer: "So, when are you and Bucky getting back together?"

And so, Y/N left. She types on her phone, ordering an Uber to take her home. Sighing, she wraps her jacket around herself as another chilly wind blows. Soon, she’ll be home and can eat her sorrows in ice cream. 

“Leaving so soon?” A familiar voice asks. One that Y/N was hoping not to hear tonight. 

“Hey Bucky.” He looks different from the last time she saw him, almost a year ago, now. Just over ten months, in fact. Not that she’s counting or anything. He’s bulkier, no doubt an effect of Steve’s constant early morning runs. Each time he left their bed, he promised to come back, kissing her cheek softly. Even now, her skin tingles just thinking about it. Bucky smiles, brushing some of his longer hair out of his face. 

He looks good. 

He looks great, actually. She can’t deny it - he still looks as attractive ever. Deep down, something registers in her gut. It’s a strong, passionate longing feeling, the same one she used to have whenever she thought of Bucky. One that she thought disappeared a long time ago. But seeing him now is reigniting that feeling. Desperately, she tries to bury it.

“Good to see you again.” He murmurs, a sign that he’s feeling just as awkward as she is. After all, how often do you run into your ex at a party you didn’t even want to go to? “Nat never said you were coming.” He looks around, a brow raised. “Where’s that boyfriend of yours? She said he’s a lawyer.” Of course she fucking did. She’s going to kill her next time she sees her. “Can’t imagine he’d pass up a moment to spend time with you.”

“We um. We broke up. Well, he dumped me for his secretary, actually. So… yeah.” She’s immediately embarrassed, not meaning to spill her heartbreak to anyone, let alone Bucky fucking Barnes, her ex of all people. Honestly, part of her reasoning for coming tonight and hopefully dragging Harry along with her was to make Bucky jealous, show him that their breakup wasn’t affecting her that badly. 

And look how well that turned out. 

But her wounds are still raw. Perhaps, after suppressing her feelings for so long, she simply needed to release and express her frustration and pain to someone. And Bucky just happens to be the one she’s letting it out to, the welcome respite she’s needed for so long. That's how things used to be between them. Whenever something was wrong, Y/N and Bucky relied on each other for comfort. They would spend hours in each other’s arms, talking about their problems until they felt better. Y/N still aches for that comforting grasp, even now.

But now, things are different. Including her and Bucky.

Especially her and Bucky.

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” He sighs. “I’ve fucked up, haven’t I?” 

“It’s okay.” She lies, but knows that if she dwells on it too long, she’ll start sobbing in front of him. Her chest tightens in an all too familiar way. This is what people like Bucky Barnes do. They come into your life and leave a mark. Once they’re gone, you work so hard to heal yourself and make a new life, and then they come back in and destroy everything all over again. And she won’t put herself through that again.

“Looking back on it now, we just weren’t a good fit. Or at least, he didn’t like me as much as I liked him.” The heat on her cheeks deepens, as if she’s embarrassed to admit falling in love with and getting her heart broken by someone like her ex. To admit that she subjected herself to so much pain and heartbreak yet again. But thankfully, Bucky doesn’t mention it. 

“Honestly, it’s his loss. You deserve better.”

“Thanks.” And again, silence envelops them. She wonders if he’ll start talking about their breakup, or continue ignoring the enormous elephant in the room. And honestly…. she doesn’t know which she’d rather have. To lay everything out in the open, or just ignore it all again, pretending everything is fine. When her eyes drift back to him, he’s not looking at her anymore, and despite how angry she was at Bucky for what happened, and how much she likes to kid herself that she doesn’t care about Bucky anymore, it still stings.

Deep down, she wants him to want her, like she wants him. To still want her, even now.

“Can we talk?” He asks suddenly. She already hates the idea of being forced to spend time with another ex so soon after losing another relationship, but there’s not much else she can do. And honestly…. She misses Bucky a lot.

“Sure. You have….” she peers down at her phone screen, the light illuminating the space. “Twelve minutes.” Bucky raises a brow.

“Twelve? That’s very… specific.” He chuckles awkwardly. Y/N doesn’t laugh. 

“It’s how long until my Uber arrives.” 

“Oh.” There’s disappointment lacing his tone, which Y/N picks up on. She stares at him, waiting for his response. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for what happened between us.” 

“Okay. Me too.” She nods. Bucky raises a brow. 

“...That’s it? Y-You’re not going to say anything?”

“What can I say? You said that you’re sorry for how it ended, and so am I.” She shrugs. “There’s no point in beating ourselves up, Bucky. We just never worked out. You were always too busy, and after a while I just stopped waiting for you. The fights got too much, and we just stopped loving one another.” Honestly, she never stopped loving him. But it’s better to lie and tell him that the feeling is mutual than waste all her tears on someone who actually stopped loving her. She stopped being important to him and was no longer the key priority in his life. Missions were his priority, followed by dinners, drinks, and world trips with teammates - things she stopped being invited to. As an Avenger, he can't refuse to save the world, but she thought she mattered to him. Realising she didn't hurt her deeply.

So one day, she decided enough was enough, and… it was over. And she’s missed him terribly since then.

“You really think I stopped loving you?” Bucky frowns. There’s a strange mix of guilt and accusation in his tone. Y/N nods. “Well, I didn’t. I never stopped.”

Y/N gasps, and his revelation makes her heart pound. What if this is a good sign? A chance for them to make things right? “I thought you did. I thought you stopped caring.” For a moment, she wonders how he’ll react, if he’ll take her into his arms again, and whisper sweet nothings. Maybe they’ll finally make things right.

Instead, he turns defensive. “I didn’t. And it’s not all my fault, you know. I did try to make it home to you, but you didn’t understand how busy I was sometimes.” He snaps, sending a fresh strike of pain through her already damaged heart and destroying all hope she ever had of them rekindling their relationship.. 

“You had a funny way of showing it.” She retorts, rolling her eyes. Anger flows through her veins, overtaking her last shred of guilt. Why is it her who has to fix things first? To be the villain, the one who has to admit that they’re in the wrong? Angry and bitter tears sting at her eyes. “But yeah, whatever. It’s my fault our relationship fell apart.”

Immediately, Bucky regrets his words. “Look, that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry.” He hates that this is what they’ve come to now, unable to speak to one another without anger, bitterness and hurt feelings. But maybe this is a chance to make things right? A whole twelve…well, probably ten minutes, now. “And I’m sorry if it seemed I wasn’t trying hard enough. I loved you a lot.” He sighs. “I still do.”

“I never stopped either.” She admits, and Bucky’s eyes widen.

“Really?” He gasps. “W-Well, do you wanna get a drink somewhere? Or some dinner?”

“Wait.” She raises a hand, cutting him off. She sighs. “Not tonight.”

“Tomorrow? I’ll wait. We can go whenever you want.” He urges. But Y/N just can’t ignore the feeling deep inside her, of guilt and apprehension. What if she lets him back in and it happens all over again? If she gives him all of her heart and gets it back broken, yet again? She’s already been through two heartbreaks in this lifetime, and she can’t go through that pain again.

Especially not one caused by Bucky. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t.” She whispers, biting her bottom lip. Bucky frowns, confused.

“What do you mean? W-Why not?”

“Because I can’t do this again.” She whimpers, her voice cracking. “Our break up destroyed me, and I’ve just been through another one. Another break up between us would actually finish me off.” She shakes her head. “Maybe one day we can talk…but not now.”

Bucky opens his mouth, ready to speak. But he nods. “I understand.” He sighs. He keeps his gaze on her, his blue eyes imploring and hopeful. Suddenly, the sound of an engine approaches. Y/N sighs. “Guess my twelve minutes are up.” Bucky chuckles nervously.

“Goodnight Bucky.” She says, getting into the car and closing the door. He watches her go, looking crestfallen. She looks out of the window, locking eyes with him.

“You okay?” The driver asks. “Need a minute?” Y/N’s heart aches, and her chest aches. 

“No.” she murmurs. “You can keep driving.” And then they pull away, and Bucky fades into the distance.

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[strawberrykisseslia]

"i wish you were a boy."

☆ pairing: vanessa shelly x fem! reader

☆ part 1

☆ tw: hurt, no comfort only near the end, slight fluff, not proof read at all, the images do NOT belong to me. only the absolutely trash good fiction.♡ use of y/n once

☆ cw: 1.1k

☆ genuinely dk why it took me so long to write this but this song saved the whole small series, thank her ( no jk, im dead serious )

☆ how i love this trope. ( LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER )

☆ heavily inspired by Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan ( PLEASE I LOVE HER SM, i think this is a normal reaction to her? )

☆ yall... did i make reader toxic? now that i've come to think of it... I HOPE NOT OH MY GOD

☆ also so so sorry if it looks messy!!! i didnt write it on Tumblr but i kinda like it, thoughts? please give me thoughts about this whole thing because i'm genuinely not sure how to feel about it, would appreciate it!

It has been some time since you and Vanessa actually had a right conversation. always passing each other quickly though the house, awkward greetings here and there but nothing close to a “how are you?” or “how was your day?” nothing.

you had been thinking about moving out as fast you can but didn't really find anything good right now. especially because your work was taking more and more free time away from you. which led you to just wanting to sleep instead of doing anything.

you noticed though how vanessa stayed out longer, even on her breaks. she was really not the one who would go out even. not to stay out more than two hours.

you guessed this whole thing had an effect on her too. right? at least she was regretting it. but oh, how you craved to talk to her really again. at least she used to be your best friend. your favorite person. and you were hers. it was true.

you didn't really know but she thought of you. a LOT. at work. at the bars when she tries to numb her feelings for you. in her car on her way to somewhere. even at home, when you two are basically only some meters away.

as much as she was thinking of you she realized how much you mean to her. and how much she loves you.

at first, she didn't want to accept it. it felt weird and new to her. she was never in love with a girl before.

she knew you were hurt, deeply. but she didn't know how to cheer you up right now. she never got comforted in her life at all, of course you did comfort her. but she didn't know how to comfort someone.

though, one night something changes. she puts every confidence in her and tries to talk to you.

-

she gently knocks on your door around 10pm on a Tuesday night. you are laying in your bed all comfortable, watching some shitty tv show while eating your favorite snack. you feel your heart beat a little bit faster as you climb out of the warm and make your way to the door.

“vanessa?”

she looks down, fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt. she is almost silent for a minute.

“i am… so sorry, (y/n).” she manages to speak up. almost crying.

you sigh and look down at your feet.

“i wanna make things right between us. after all… we were once best friend?”

you nod, yet you can't forget how she said ‘i wish you were a boy.’

“vanessa…” you whisper.

“i know i messed up. it was a lot. but please, give me a second chance,” you look up at her. she is already looking at you.

“i want to be friends again— i’m sorry… but i have no feelings for you.”

you can only nod at that. you should have expected this outcome. she could never be in love with another girl. yet, there were times where you hooked up. however… you both were really drunk.

vanessa exactly knew she was lying to herself but somehow she couldn't tell you how much she loves you. even, she didn't know why. maybe it was because she always wanted to be the perfect daughter for her terrible father. you heard her cries about him so many times, you couldn't even count on your two hands. deep down in her heart, she knew she will never be enough for him, yet you told her countless times that she doesn't have to be.

“i am not too sure, vanessa… i'm sorry.” you answer to her.

“after these past weeks of us ignoring each other..,” you don't really wanna bring up the thing she said because you know, you would break down. “both of us acted childish, but it's taking it's tool out on us now,” you look down. “and i want someone who doesn't only hookups with me when they're drunk.” you say the last part much more quietly.

she nods. she is unable to speak up. her stomach flips with every second. she prepared herself for the first really, but deep down she was never prepared enough for this.

“i understand you.” after some time she manages to talk.

you don't know what's going on inside you. your stomach is walking up and down in you and your heart is loud enough for the neighbors to hear it. you don't know if you wished for vanessa to be understanding or to fight for you.

she doesn't wanna push you past your limits. she doesn't wanna make you cry again.

the fact you craved to talk to her again like old times yet here you are saying you don't wanna get close to her again.

“well, i hope everything goes good for you.” she speaks up and gets you out of your thoughts. you can hear she is about to cry depending on seconds. you only nod.

“goodnight.” she says and turns around.

“you know…,” you starts she faces you. “it's better to talk about feelings then for them to drown.”

she nods in agreement. “yes, i know…” she hesitantly reponds. deep down you know that applies for you too, but wasn't that kiss enough to tell everything to her?

-

the next week you move out. you finally found a house that you can afford and it looks exactly like how you want it to. after that, you never talked to vanessa. in fact, you even started to slowly move on and start to search for love. not always thinking about needing a relationship but if you find the right person then you'll go for them.

for vanessa… well. she thought about you too much. she missed your presence in the house so much. your voice, your smiles, your laughter, your cooking. everything.

though, after two years or so, she found love. or maybe someone who would look after her when needed someone. a man, of course. vanessa never spoke about you. tried to not think of you after her marriage yet… almost every night she thought of you. the pictures of you on her phone, she often looked through them.

in the meantime you found love too! a really sweet girl. she was your whole world. your everything. you never really thought of vanessa. maybe some times. but this girl showed you colors no one has ever.

-

sometimes you fantasize about standing in front of vanessa and telling her everything you felt when you moved out and wanted to tell her, you told her so many times how she would end up in a loveless marriage if she doesn't speak about her feelings at least a little bit more often as time went on. at least to you. someone she used to call her best friend!

still, these were meaningless little fantasies you had maybe two monthly.

only if you knew.

[kai-anderson-whore]

He's a cult leader (part 8) (kai Anderson x fem reader)

Summary:y/n moved back to Michigan after her college degree in music where she reunites with an old lover kai Anderson

Warnings: murder, mass shooting, mentions of suicide

A/n: for the people who sent requests I apologise it's taken a while to write them I have been busy with college hopefully have one or two up tomorrow 😊

Part 7 here

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"Everyone got everything ready?" You asked shoving your black boots on your feet, "yes" everyone replied with their masks on, you shoved your clown mask under you arm as kai went over everything one last time.

"We take out Sally and if anyone else is in there they meet the same fate" he said winter and Meadow already doing their part of the plan, leaving the rest on their merry way.

The mask now over your head hopping into the van Harrison driving to Sally's house, you and kai sat together masks now off, you were humming a tune kai didn't recall, "what songs that?" He asked, he always loved your passion for music even if you never wanted to be famous it was an outlet for you something to teach the kids you worked with.

"It's something I'm sort of working on not quite finished yet" you chuckled lightly, you felt like charles manson when kai would have you sing your songs to the cult them now memorising all the words, you didn't necessarily hate it glad they actually liked the shitty songs you called them.

"It will be great your really talented" he said something you heard him say to Meadow when she showed him her art work, you gave him a small smile his hand on your thigh, "we're almost there" Harrison called everyone putting their masks on including you.

"Ready baby?" Kai asked his voice muffled from his mask, "Let's do this" you replied as the van came to a halt, one by one you all stepped out and invaded the home of kai's opponent.

Entering the home greeted with Sally holding a gun, watching us as she pointed the gun, "please one of you assholes make a move, I'm desperate to make an example of someone" she said before someone came up behind her taking the gun off her holding her mouth closed knocking her to the ground.

Kai stood above her removing his mask, you watched him as he talked "you know what the problem is with you over educated elites?".

"You overestimate your ability to control the world" "killing me isn't going to stop the march of progress" Sally stated on the ground she wasn't in fear well visibly anyway.

"Maybe but it still going to feel so fucking good" kai said looking down at her "this is a spazim in democracy your nothing but a passing fever" she yelled at kai he just grinned evilly at her.

"And your the last of the intellectuals"

"Knowing stuff has no value anymore not when the answer is sitting in my back pocket or sitting on my desk" he said walking away you held keffler down as he went over to her laptop.

"The youth has it figured out the future will be filled with beautiful idiots who just want to feel" he continues looking at the screen of Sally's laptop.

"Facebook?" He asked now his attention on the screen, "you are old" he stated clicking on god knows what, "can I please kill her" you said now annoyed at her wriggling under you, "no, no y/n too sloppy we have to send a message with Sally that the world she knows is dead" kai said now making a Facebook status on Sally's unwilling behalf.

He clicked on the keypad as he voiced what he was typing on Facebook "dear followers and friends, tonight after many long nights of careful thinking, I have come to realise something that the truths we have always held to be self evident, all men are created equal, knowledge is power, ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country, they are all bullshit the future will be guided by self interest, self promotion and narcissism, and that is a future I can not stand and so this is my suicide note" kai said finishing off the status.

"NO, NO no please" Sally begged now in full fear of her life "already getting some likes" kai shrugged nonchalant taking a swig of whatever Sally had in her mug, "nobody going to believe that" Sally said trying to get out of yours and the others grasp, "mhmm of course they will" kai said turning around to us, "it's on Facebook".

"No, no" Sally tried to get out the grasp she was under kai walked over to her, gun in hand, he looked over to you as he placed the barrel of the gun on her chest, "wanna help?" He asked with a smirk you finger on top of his on the trigger as you pulled killing Sally keffler.

You felt nothing now used to doing this with kai, you knew you hated it but did nothing too lovesick to stop that was kai's disease making his followers that loyal it's like their lovesick ivy went off to search the house, you got off keffler kai pulling your mask off grabbing you smashing his lips onto yours infront of everyone, his tongue entering your mouth in the rough make out session.

Pulling away for air you were flustered as kai wiped down anything he touched just incase, you found the blunts that were laying on the table taking them for yourself, "no y/n no drugs" kai said, you let out a huff "it's just one kai won't hurt" you said taking one anyway not listening to him.

Putting your mask back on making sure you all were unseen as you hopped in the van going back home, again sat beside kai his eyes never left you as you talked with beverly hope, about something music related, he saw the passion in your eyes as you talked about something you loved, they same way they would light up in college when you got a chance to talk about music especially your favourite artists.

"You should play tonight y/n" Gary chimed in the conversation, "Yeah why not" you chuckled glancing over at kai who smiled down at you, you felt butterfly's in your stomach everytime kai looked at you like that with that glimmer in his eyes, you were so love sick it was unbelievable.

Kai felt the same he never wanted anything or anyone to hurt you, he wanted to spend the last of his days with you even all those years ago he felt like that and still does.

...

The day of Meadows attempt to shoot kai rolls along you dreaded it you couldn't bear to see kai in a hospital again, you stood in the crowd watching kai speak to the crowd the anxiety coursing through your body shaky hands trembling lip waiting on the dreaded moment.

You couldn't even hear what kai was talking about, you head spinning then, BANG, a gunshot fired hitting a woman close by you in the head, then straight at kai's thigh, you screamed in fear running up to kai as Meadow shot away.

Ally was screaming for Meadow to stop, on the ground you holding kai sobbing your eyes out you were scared for the first time in a long time you showed your fear not caring if you were weak, you didn't know what happened next all you saw was Meadow laying dead on the ground ally swarmed by police and an ambulance coming over to you and kai.

"Please get him to the hospital" you cried out the ambulance taking kai in the back of the vehicle, you stayed by his side panicking, you didn't Say anything on the ride to the hospital your eyes fixed on kai as the paramedics checked him over.

It all was happening too fast till it felt like it went on for years in the hospital, kai was in surgery you sat in the waiting room your leg bounced in anticipation waiting on the doctor giving you an update you had called winter telling her what happened even though she knew but giving her an update whenever you got one.

"Y/n y/l/n" a doctor said coming towards you, "how is he doctor will he be okay?" you asked standing up, "he'll be fine he'll need walking sticks for a while he's lucky he could have not been able to walk with that leg again" the doctor said "can i see him?" You asked the doctor sighed "not right now he's in rest once he wakes up and we do a few more checks on him then yes you can see him" you thanked the doctor leaving them to go back to what they were doing.

'Come on winter' you thought to yourself your leg bounced in anxiety you wanted to see kai even though you were told he's fine you still couldn't help but think he's not, how could you not a few hours ago he was shot in the leg.

The doors burst open revealing winter in panic, "y/n how is he is he okay" she asked frantically you placed your hands on her shoulders in attempt to calm winter down but it didn't help, "he's fine he'll need to use a walking stick for a while his leg will be in a cast he's lucky" you reported "I'll kill him with these bright ideas what was he playing at y/n what if she missed and killed him" winter broke down crying you hugged her letting all her emotions fall.

You were crying too, "I know win I wish he wasn't like this but the bittersweet part of it is that he's fine we can see him soon they want to do more checks on him once he's awake" you sighed wiping winters tears away, "you know y/n your like the sister I never had kai's really lucky to have you, you bring out the old him even for a second but I see it in his eyes when your around it's like I have my brother back" she smiled sadly.

"Maybe I just wish he was fully like the old kai but maybe one day if he isn't dead or in prison" you sobbed wiping your tears now, your head was going 100 miles an hour you felt dizzy needing to sit down.

"Hey we'll be okay hopefully there's no more crazy plan's he's nearly got what he wants" winter said as you looked blankly at the wall, with glassy eyes, "I don't think so winter" you sighed.

[cobrabobra]

"If i were a zombie"

Daryl Dixon x gender neutral!reader

Kinda angsty ig, reader is dead, Alexandria era, inspired by "The zombie song", description of a corpse

English is not my first language and it's my first time writing something like this

Daryl never thought he would fall in love, he never thought he'd have a family. He could picture Merle having a family, being a shitty father and husband, having kids, taking them hunting like their father did. But Daryl? No, he simply couldn't imagine having a family of his own. And maybe that's for the best, what if he treated his children just like his old man treated him and his brother? The family he already had, Rick, Carol, Glenn, they were enough for him, he didn't need nobody else.

Or so he thought. Aaron found somebody alone in the forest, amazed by how they survived all on their own up to this point, they decided to take the stranger with them back to Alexandria. They found out the stranger's name was (Y/N) and Daryl couldn't help but think that the name suited them well.

When they got back home, Daryl was left to show (Y/N) around as Aaron had something else to do. He was supposed to talk about the place, but he mostly answered the newcomer's questions with simple 'yes' and 'no'. Dixon didn't do well with new people, hell, he didn't do well with people in general, so the tour felt a bit awkward to the both of them.

Couple of days passed and the man started to warm up to (Y/N), they were kind enough to ask if he needed help with his bike or bring him a protein bar before he went outside the walls.

And after a while they started to get really close, closer than Daryl ever imagined himself with anybody, but he didn't mind, (Y/N) presence felt like a cold water on a burn or a warm meal after a long day. They asked him about hunting and bikes and even though he didn't say much, they remembered every word he said. He finally had someone who he could tell anything, whose mere presence made his day brighter, who made him somehow better.

It didn't take long for the two of them to start dating, well they never really made it official but their relationship status was pretty obvious. They hadn't been the most affectionate couple, they didn't whisper sweet words into each others ears, they didn't hold hands, they didn't kiss in front of other people. They simply ate together, slept together, were together and it was perfect for the both of them. Everything was perfect and Daryl suddenly found himself thinking they could start a family someday, they could live together, maybe get married, maybe even have a kid, they could be happy together.

"Don't" he said, his voice raspy and harsh, yet it still was somehow soft, begging Rick both to do anything.

"Daryl, you can't keep living like this, you have to move on" his friend sight gun still aimed at a walkers head.

Dixon didn't answer, he felt this sinking feeling in his chest when he saw the walking corpse of his loved one once again. He couldn't kill them, he simply couldn't and he won't allow anyone do it either.

"You know, if I ever turned into a walker, I'd never eat you" they chuckled softly, looking into the man's eyes as they laid in bed. Daryl couldn't help but smile at his lovers words.

"And I'd never kill you" he responded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind their ear.

His eyes filled up with tears at this memory. They could've been so happy, so so happy. They could've have a house and a dog, maybe even a cat. They could've been a family, fuck they could've had and been so many things.

"Don't" he said again and Grimes lowered his gun.

"You know we all loved (Y/N), they were a part of the family. But accidents happen, it wasn't nobody's fault, you have to let them go" he spared him one last sad look before turning back and walking away.

He can't just let them go. Not after everything, not after watching them die, not after loving them so dearly.

"Daryl, listen to me, I'm not leaving you, not ever, I'll always be with you" a quiet voice said, (Y/N) face all sweaty because of the fever, teary eyes looking at him as they continued. "Our love won't ever be burried. But you have to let me go, you have to end this soon, because I can't do it myself"

That was their dying wish and Daryl couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't know why, he knew that this wound would never heal as long as they were walking around, that he'd never be happy again if he didn't end this. But as much as it hurt, as much as his heart bled, he just couldn't do it. He didn't see a walking, rotting corpse ready to eat him, he saw the person he wanted to spend his life with.

He bit his lip until it bled, anything to stop his tears, their lifeless eyes followed his every movement, getting closer and closer. He heard their moans, so different from those he used to hear, saw their pale lips, so different from those he used to kiss, he saw their messy hair, so different from those he played with

He drew his gun and aimed it at their head, his finger trembling on the trigger as he pulled it and the body fell to the ground.

Even now, even with them gone, he couldn't ever let go, because...

"Our love won't ever be burried"

[twigg96]

can i req hcs for pickles with an s/o who has scars on their thighs and got shamed for it by their parents

Hello my sweet anon. Of course you can have a HC with darling Pickles!

TW: Scars, Past: Self Harm, Past: Self Mutilation, Off Screen: Shaming, Shitty Parenting

When the two first met at a meet and greet Pickles just knows that this person is someone special. Someone to keep his eye on. So he, unlike himself, handed over his personal number to this complete stranger to call him for ya know a good time. Days passed and with no word from his mysterious muse he put them to the back of his mind.

That is until suddenly a text popped up on his phone at the most respectable time of 3 AM. It was his brand new friend! Pickles was so excited! To be honest he wasn't really expecting a late night booty/drug call but hey? Who was he to be picky right? Answering their simple "Hey... its [Future S/O] sorry to bug you" With an overenthusiastic "It's nbd! I never sleep XD LOL JK... Anyway... how are ya 2night?" He was a little surprised when he saw the chat bubble on his partner's end of the conversation come to life then disappear then reappear as if they had to think about how they wanted to reply. "Ok... just needed someone to talk to ya know. XD" Pickles smiled at his screen his thumbs moving faster than his mind. "Well u can always chat with me anytime." Throughout the rest of the night Pickles was connected by the palm to his phone talking to his new friend. Discovering new and exciting things about each other. Divulging secrets he'd never told anyone besides the band. He didn't know why... but they felt trustworthy... like they were someone he could really be himself with.

Weeks turned into months with Pickles glued to his phone. At some points it actually impacted his recording sessions when his phone dinged in the studio and either ruined a half assed take or a good one that Pickles just froze in his tracks causing the studio department to groan but at least know they could splice two halves of a song together to get something out of it.

Eventually the day came that Pickles craved meeting his S/O in person again. Properly this time. On a date maybe? He wasn't entirely sure but he knew he wanted to see them again. So without a second thought he invited them out on a nice evening stroll. No pressure. Just a little weed smoking walk. His S/O immediately agreed but on the stipulation that he had to be the one to pick them up, because they didn't have access to transportation at the time.

When Pickles arrived to their place he was a little surprised to find that all the lights in the house were shut off. He wasn't completely shocked. His S/O wanted to be picked up at 2 in the morning and even he understood that was an uncouth time to be taking a leisurely stroll around the block. However when a single light flicked on in the house and the silhouette of a person slipping out of their bedroom window caught his eye, he was hit with a nostalgia that left a strange pit in his stomach and a weird tinny metallic taste in his mouth and not in a good way. Screams from inside the house startled Pickles as his partner sprinted to the car, flinging open the door. Once they were in they were frantic tears streaming down their face. "Drive! Just drive please!"

Pickles refused to comment on the shit show he just witnessed for the first few hours the two were out together. He had just wanted to take a walk and get high damn it! But as his S/O sat beside him in the passenger seat taking deep breaths and trying their damnedest to calm down, Pickles knew he had to address the issue. "Hey..." He started softly, glancing over at his friend as he pulled into an abandoned parking lot of a Kroger's. "Wha' the hell is goin' on? Ya never said you were attempting a prison break." Pickles attempted to joke. But it was poorly received as his partner simply sobbed through the laughter shaking their head. "Prison sounds just about right." They managed to get out, rubbing their legs and their arms for any semblance of calm. Pickles hummed understandingly but he refused to meet their eyes. Normally with anyone else... anyone less important to him he would have bolted in a second, went tight lipped and either changed the subject, pulled out the weed, and pretended everything was dandy. But by the way his partner was acting the way they were moving, holding themselves and touching their legs so gingerly... he just wanted to be sure.

Reaching over and gently touching their thigh, he sighed as they winced away. "You know I'd come bail you out whenever you need right?" He asked so softly it was barely above a whisper. His eyes met theirs and for a moment he was sure they were going to step out of the car and walk away... and who would blame them. In another life, in his teens he would have done the same thing. He would have bolted from the hand that fed him because he'd never known an iota of kindness that never needed to be repaid. Why should he expect anything different from his friend who needed help now? But despite all the odds they leaned across the center console and hugged him close holding him tight. He could feel their tears staining his shirt at his shoulder, their hair caressing his cheek and tickling his nose, he could smell their sweet shampoo, and feel their arms tighten across his chest. Wrapping his arms around their waist he held them as close as the constraints of the car would allow. "Thank you." They whispered softly.

It had been a few hours now. Emotions had had a chance to simmer and cool. With the help of the sick weed and the sun roof on Pickles' car the two melted back in their seats laying them back as far as they possibly could go to stare up at the constellations in the sky and the shooting stars. Pickles mumbled some crazy cracked out conspiracy theories about how there was life on other planets and that little green men were probably smoking space weed right as they were smoking earth weed. The concept of it all made his friend laugh and giggle nonstop beside him, bubbly with the effects of the weed. But as the silence of the night fell upon them again, his partner grew somber once more. "Ya know..." They started, kicking one leg up onto the windshield despite Pickles' best efforts to tell them that their bare feet were going to leave a very conspicuous print.

"My parents can be such douchebags..." They went on to start pulling up their torn jeans and for a moment in his blissed out mind Pickles thought he might maybe be getting lucky. That is until he saw them. A myriad of faded scars littered his S/O's beautiful skin and Pickles' couldn't help but feel a twang in his heart. He had suspected from their reactions earlier in the night... but he didn't want it to be true. Sitting up on an elbow Pickles sighed, reaching over carefully, Pickles stopped, hovering over their thigh, meeting their eyes waiting for permission before he touched them. He knew how sensitive, both mentally and physically scars could be. But as his partner brough their hand down to his own, letting him touch their scars had to admit he felt a little honored knowing that maybe he was the first they felt so comfortable with. "My parents freaked when they saw them last night..." They mumbled. "Thing is... I haven't... ya know... for over a year. I was actually feeling good with my body and just wanted to wear shorts around the house. But now-" They cut themself off with a sigh shaking their head as if the whole thought itself was silly. But Pickles. Pickles was having none of it. "Bull shit, Sticks!" Pickles huffed, using his nickname for them to try and drive the point a little deeper and shuffling in his seat to sit up properly, making the car rock in it's parked position. "That's sick as fuck that your scars are healed! It's even cooler that you've been clean fer a year!" He yelled, banging his fist into the car's roof. "Fuck! I've only been clean once and it was for like... a week. But that was fer drugs and shit so don't count that..." He mumbled making his partner laugh. Pulling his sweatbands from his wrists he showed them his own long since faded scars. "But... I have been clean at least this fer a few years with the help of my friends and Charles... He lets me smash lamps... Whet I'm trying to say is. I know how feckin' hard it is, Sticks. Don't ever doubt yourself, your worth, or your bangin' body just because of some scars. They made us who we are today. Fuck whoever else is out There trying to tell us who to be or what to wear because of them. I think yer amazing so don't forget that! I only wear these cause I got weak wrists and I got the arthritis." Pickles said confidently as his partner pulled him down to their lips kissing him hard and deep.

The next morning came too fast. Clothes spilled out of the windows of Pickles' beater car and onto the pavement of the Kroger's parking lot. Faint tapping is what awoke Pickles bright and early at the ungodly hour of 10AM from his place of slumber in the back seat, naked but covered with his emergency blanket atop his S/O. "Sir... we got a call about two cases of public indecency... can you please at lease put pants on and vacate the premises... there are children here."

[lucy4242564]

Honestly, this is nothing but fluff and sweetness.

I have a MASSIVE head canon that prior to the apocalypse, Daryl was genuinely just a semi-regular guy. I think he over exaggerates how ‘shitty’ he really was, just like he under exaggerates how important he is. I also, totally believe he did run with Merle at points and was just kind of drifting in and out of things.

I’m not the biggest fan of the idea that Daryl was always so quiet and stand offish with little no friends or any experience. I mean, are we totally forgetting season 1-2 Daryl Dixon? I think a lot of his development in the show was what led him to becoming so quiet and standoffish. Mostly at least. So let’s just indulge in a sweet, fluffy, pre-apocalyptic Daryl together thankssss.

.cowboy like me.

Chapter 2.

.Got drunk and made fun of the way you talk.

~You should take it as a compliment that I, got drunk And made fun of the way you talk~

“Just gonna keep starin’ at me?” His voice broke her focus.

“Whatcha gonna do about it?” She asked in a sing song voice, teasing him. “You talk funny.”

He let out a breathy laugh. A small swell of pride built in Lilah’s chest at the feat.

He laughed.

“It’ll be fine Lyle.” Brittany reassured the blonde girl who had been adjusting herself in the mirror.

“I know.” She grumbled back. “You just know how weird I am around people.”

They were going to a creek to hangout with Brittany’s friends again. It had been a week since the trailer and she’d gotten to know Paul a little better. He’d stayed over twice those 7 days, so she was practically forced to.

She’d always been forced to do things.

Not for no good though — she did warm up to Paul and didn’t mind being a third wheel those couple days. He’s part of the reason she was convinced to go tonight. Lilah could tell Brittany was excited to be going out and socializing. Honestly, so was she. She knew Brittany was about to go back to work and Lilah needed to come out of her shell. If she didn’t, it would be a long three months in Georgia.

Ignoring the sand that flew up the back of her legs, Lilah followed her best friend along the sandbar. She admired the serene scenery— oak trees towering on the other side of the creek, a rope swing swaying off a leaning tree ahead of them, even the muddy water looked beautiful with the sun shimmering off. Georgia was like a painting.

They stopped walking as they approached the same group of people from last Saturday. Brittany turned and gave Lilah an encouraging smile.

Her eyes drifted over the group, mentally making note of each of their names again. A warm feeling rose in her cheeks when she caught sight of the man with the cut on his forehead. He was scanning her and it didn’t go unnoticed that his eyes lingered on her chest.

She looked away completely before they had a chance to make eye contact and began paying attention to whatever Brittany and Paul were talking about.

Hours passed, beers were drank, a few shots were taken, and Lilah was feeling great.

Too great.

Sober her would still be up Brittany’s ass, drunk her has talked to everyone here. She was too far gone and she knew it. Especially when she found herself drifting over to a tailgate with a certain man sitting on the end.

He was the only one that she hadn’t talked to. He was the only one that hadn’t been drinking that much either. No liquor, only beer. She wondered why. Maybe she could find out.

“You haven’t drank much!” Lilah said, a little too excited. She wanted to be embarrassed at herself. She wasn’t though. Even when the man all but ignored her.

The man.

Daryl Dixon.

Brittany had told her his name on the ride home after she talked to him last time. His name matched his looks and there was something really aesthetically pleasing about that.

The alcohol was working double time and Lilah was not giving up.

“When someone talks to you, you’re supposed to reply.” She told him while she took a seat next to him.

Daryl watched intently as the blonde criss-crossed her legs beside him. Her hands rested on her lap and she gazed up at him, turning her body to face his more directly. “Ain’t got nothin’ to say.” He responded.

Her eyebrows furrowed. She wondered if he knew how to have an actual conversation. With a deep sigh she opened her mouth to talk again. “What’s you favorite color?”

It was Daryl’s turn to furrow his eyebrows. “What?”

“You said you didn’t have anything to say, so I’m helping.” She explained, her shoulders shrugged. “What’s your favorite color?”

Daryl stared at her in confusion. What was her deal? Part of him was intrigued by the bluntness and wanted to answer. Another part wanted to be left alone. “Orange.” The former won.

“Really?” Her smile widened like she’d just won a trophy. He would’ve sworn her eyes were shining too, but it could’ve just been the stars above them.

“Ya don’t believe me?” He asked, his tone almost offended at the accusation.

Lilah shook her head softly and let out a laugh to match. “You’re the first person I’ve met whose favorite color is orange.” She explained.

His face relaxed, maintaining eye contact with the girl in front of him. There was something about the light blue of them that had him rethinking if it had been the stars shining after all. A comfortable silence filled the air between them. They sat there for several minutes. Not exactly staring at each other, but not looking away either. It was nice.

Until the alcohol knocked Lilah out of it again. “It’s your turn.” She said to him. His lips pressed into a line while he shook his head in response. “Use your words.” Surely he’d caught on how to have a conversation by now.

“I don’t play those kinda games.”

“What kind of games do you play?” She wanted to ask him why he wouldn’t just ask her a question, but brushed it off.

Daryl looked over at the group of friends who were talking amongst themselves, surrounding a camp fire, not paying any attention to the pair sitting together. He enjoyed the presence of others sometimes, but hardly cared to join a conversation. Especially within a group. Looking back over at her, he still didn’t quite understand why she was even sitting with him. Much less trying to have a conversation with him. He didn’t even know her.

“Okay, fine.” Lilah huffed. “If you don’t want to talk, that’s okay, but I’m going to talk to you.” She was drunk and didn’t have much patience to try and crack a code with him.

“Aight.” He nodded.

Another smile danced across her lips. “I’m actually really bad at talking to people I don’t know.” He was definitely in for an earful. “The only reason I’m not avoiding you is because I have drank way to much tonight and I saw you looking at my boobs earlier.” The alcohol admitted.

If Daryl Dixon had never blushed in his 31 years on earth, that sentence was helping make up for it. He opened his mouth to say something, but she kept talking.

“It’s okay though, I’d look too. They’re really nice.” He was speechless, this time not by choice. “You also really shouldn’t worry about being called out in it. I’m going to hate myself in the morning for all of this and avoid you like the plague.”

She already hated herself and wished her mouth would stop. Instead, Lilah glanced down at the beer in Daryl’s hand and took it before he could realize what had happened.

Again, his mouth opened to protest but she was quicker.

“You really shouldn’t drink and drive.” She teased, taking a little more than a sip out the can.

“Then how d’you expect to get home?” He asked while he finally had the chance. “Cause yer friend’s more hammered than you.” His eyes darted from Brittany back Lilah.

She followed his eyes and the logical part of her brain cause her stomach to sink. Biting the inside of her lip she lowered her head and tried to reason with herself.

Impossible though, because her mouth started running again. “So what I’m hearing, is that you’ll bring me back to her apartment.” Yeah. She was never going to let herself see him again.

“Nah,” he shook his head, “looks like yer up shit creek without a paddle.”

“Or, you could just take me back to her apartment and I’ll show you my boobs.” She reasoned. “But you can’t touch them. I’m only a little bit of a whore.”

“Y’ain’t gotta show me nothin’-“

“You don’t want to see my boobs?”

“Ain’t sayin’ that. I just ain’t-“

“Because they’re really nice. All you have to do is take me to Brittany’s-“

“I ain’t gotta see’m.”

“So you’ll take me there even if I keep my top on?”

Blue eyes met each other’s again. One set playful, the other exasperated.

“Get yer shit, I’m fixin’a head out.” He wasn’t sure what made him give in, but the way the corners of her mouth turned upwards had him locked in.

Brittany tried to convince her to stay until Paul had sobered up, but it fell on deaf ears.

The alcohol was forcing her to make decisions and she was really starting to like those decisions. At least drunk her was. Lilah was still fighting a battle with herself internally.

Now she was passenger to a man with sandy brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and a thick southern accent. She jumped headfirst into it and was hoping it wouldn’t come back to haunt her. “I was being serious about the boobs.” Not letting silence fill the air for too long.

Daryl glanced over to her for a moment and once again, she saw his eyes linger towards her cleavage. “I was too.” He said, hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

Her mouth curved into a smile and she unbuckled her seatbelt. Shifting herself onto her knees, she moved across the bench seat.

She studied him.

The way his blue eyes glanced over in confusion made her tilt her head a bit and focus on his face. He wasn’t handsome or cute. That would be a disservice to describe his attractiveness.

Daryl Dixon was good looking.

He had edge that a lot of the boys she’d hit on before didn’t have. Patches of blonde stubble around his chin area and badly shaved up side burns. He didn’t try with his appearance and something about that made him more attractive. Letting her eyes explore down his neck, she was a little frustrated that his shirt covered the rest of his chest. Lilah blushed when she finally stared down at the lap of her sober driver.

In the silence, while inspecting every inch of Daryl, she hadn’t noticed how her breathing had quickened or how her thighs squeezed themselves together in their own frustration.

“Just gonna keep starin’ at me?” His voice broke her focus.

“Whatcha gonna do about it?” She asked in a sing song voice, teasing him. “You talk funny.”

Lilah mocked what he’d previously said.

He let out a breathy laugh. A small swell of pride built in Lilah’s chest at the feat.

She made him laugh.

Relaxing back on her ankles, Lilah sighed, a faint smile playing on her lips. “How much longer?” She’d put her full trust in him to get them to their destination, no questions asked.

“Bout 10 minutes.”

She hummed in response and situated herself in a laying position, her head cradled in his lap. It was bold, but not the most out of character thing she’d done so far. Daryl stilled at the new position. If he could’ve gripped the steering wheel tighter he would have. She was walking a very fine line in several different directions.

To begin with, this wasn’t a situation he regularly got himself in. Had he ever been in this situation before? He’d had his fair share of drunken hookups and casual sex, but he’d never gone as far as bringing a drunk girl home with no strings attached. Much less a drunk girl that was throwing herself at him. On top of that, she wasn’t even being shameless about any of it. Drunk as she was, she was very self aware. Going as far as assuring that she’s avoid him like the plague after tonight. She knew what she was saying but couldn’t stop. It was word vomit.

To round all those lines she was walking on, the invasion of space was beginning to be the finest one. The way she adjusts herself to sit closer so she can get a better view would be fine, if her cleavage wasn’t the only thing he saw out of the corners of his eyes. Then she just casually offers to take her top off as if she herself has no boundaries. Now her blue eyes were looking up at him from his lap and he couldn’t stop the twitch of his cock underneath her. He just hoped she hadn’t noticed.

“Lost in thought?” Lilah asked, a sly grin on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Just drivin’” He was trying to play it off. Like there wasn’t a drunk girl wasn’t going to different lengths trying to seduce him.

Silence ensued again as Lilah’s eyes fluttered shut. The liquid courage had begun wearing down, leaving her dizzier by the minute. She wanted to keep teasing him, if only because she knew she’d never pluck up the audacity to do it again, but the lulling vibration of the truck was soothing.

Sneaking a few glances down, Daryl watched as she relaxed and drifted in and out of sleep, a soft smile still on her face.

“I don’t want to fall!” Lilah whined.

Her current position: the second landing of stairs leading up to the apartment, sitting on the floor, almost in tears.

She’d stumbled out of the truck and to the stairwell entry quickly, Daryl hot on her heels. He’d griped the entire way because she ran in front of a car and nearly been hit.

He hadn’t signed up for this.

After crawling up the first flight, he was quick to offer to carry her. She denied before the words left his mouth and continued to struggle up the next flight. Her knees were rubbed raw from the concrete of the steps and she was contemplating being picked up in her drunkenness.

“Ain’t gonna drop you.”

Lips pouting out and eyebrows scrunched together, she sighed. She wasn’t in the best state of mind to reason so she came up with the only thing she could think of. “Pinky promise?” Her left pinky raised up towards the man in front of her.

His face covered in confusion, he wanted to respond but laughed in disbelief instead. “How old’re you? Five?” He teased.

“22!” She retorted, wiggling her pinky in the air and signaling him.

He scoffed under his breath.

Of course she was barely legal to even be drinking.

Taking her finger in his own, he tightened the grip. She smiled up at him, dropped his finger and stood. The least she could do was make it easier on him. Before she could catch a breath he’d hooked one arm underneath her legs and the other cradled her back. Arms looped around his neck on instinct.

She kept her eyes closed the entire time. Typically this wouldn’t be an issue for her, but the shift between drunkenness and being sober had taken a childish control. Truly she couldn’t wait to go to sleep.

“Don’t let go.” His voice grumbled before removing itself from her back. He briskly shuffled through his pocket for the key she’d handed him back at the creek. Before she knew it the cool air hit her and he was asking which room she stayed in.

If she wasn’t in the state she was in she might have thanked him for being gentle as he laid her on the bed. Instead she just smiled up at him, giggling at the entire situation and looking forward to the sleep she was about to be getting.

“Ya good?” Daryl asked, to which Lilah nodded, gazing up at him.

“Sure you don’t want me to take my shirt off?” She pushed her luck one more time. This time was more playful though and they both knew it.

“Ask again when y’re sober.” He walked to the bedroom door and said, “I’ll lock the bottom lock. Key’s on the counter.” With that, he was gone.

Almost.

Before he’d made it out the door, Lilah rolled out of her bed and poked her head out her door.

“Hey.” She called out. His head turned to see what she was on about now.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” Her voice was sincere. A tone he hadn’t heard directed towards him before. “Drive safe Daryl Dixon.” Then she shut her door again.

Daryl thought of her the entire drive back to his place, a piece of him hoping she wasn’t serious about avoiding him from now on.

Chapter 3.

[aggressivenesswhilecrying]

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to

Summery:

Martyn has no issue with getting older, none at all, but still, every year, when his birthday comes knocking, it's another dread to the list.

Tw!! Feelings of self doubt and hate, crying, isolation

Not beta read or edited!!

And like always, it's here again.

Martyn’s birthday.

If you were to know anything about martyn is he hates being touched when overwhelmed, but he still craves that touch. 

He also has to wear the same two coats everytime he leaves the house, and they both look exactly the same except one is bigger on him.

There's also assigned seating in his house. He always sits on the left end of the couch, next to the end table that has a lamp. And it really bothers him when someone else sits there.

He also puts his closet rainbow order. 

And he hates chocolate cuz it makes his mouth greasy.

And when he gets scared, he thinks he hurts his friends and cuts them off out of fear he's making things for them worse.

And he hates holidays.

Gods how he hates them.

Well...

OK. He doesn't hate holidays. He loves the idea of them, really!! But, in practice? The only he really ever takes joy in, is halloween. You can't fuck up halloween. He just, he can't remember having a happy holiday? Maybe it's childhood trauma, maybe he's being dramatic, but also every holiday he can remember, was tainted in some sort of way, by some just, awful event. 

And as you can probably assume. Martyn counts his birthday as a personal holiday.

Its 12:32am, and martyn is a year older, and martyn feels sick. The numb sort of sick, where you aren't necessarily connected to it, but you can still feel your stomach turning in knots. He's scared. He sits on the kitchen counter right by the sink. The light above the stove being the only light on besides his phone screen. 

12:33am. The numbers taunt him. 

He realizes he probably won't do anything about it. He has the day off from work. So his plan is probably just stay up too late, because he never gets the peace of mind to get good sleep, if any at all during holidays, natrually, sleep in, make something to eat, watch shitty TV, go grocery shopping, hop on the discord vc, hang out, talk with who ever is there, and then read until his eyes feel heavy. Just like every other day.

Martyn decides to update his discord status. The silly profile picture of a picrew greats him. The background is an ace and unlabeled flag, and martyn feels his heart sing for just a moment, before the rot in his stomach takes over again as he taps into his status. Erasing the song lyrics without hesitation.

'Lvl 25!!' 

Yeah. That'll work. 

It's 12:36am now. It's 12:36am, and martyn is scared.

He isnt sure what he's scared if. But he feels the frantic beating of his pulse. Martyn gave up on figuring out what he was so afraid of years ago.

It wasn't getting older, no, he'd been raised on the internet, a constant state of feeling like he should be older, and feeling like he shouldn't be this old yet.  An odd limbo, so it wasn't the fear of getting older. 

And it wasn't necessary the fear of the future, of course the future is scary and he had his fair share of issues with it.

It's more of, every year, is just a reminder, that he's going, absolutely no where. He has nothing to show for it. No friends with tales about him, no one to sit in his one bedroom apartment and tell him, they're happy he made it another year.

He knows in full certainty, it's kinda his fault. And a part of him wishes, as he stares at his phone, that someone, anyone. Sends him a text without him reminding them. It's 12:41am and martyn sees a tear hit his phone screen. 

Another year passes, his age just goes up another number, and he hates his birthday more then he hates any other holiday. And still.

He's insignificant at best.

Author notes

And once again, annual birthday post, and like always, I put my feelings about my birthday onto a character. If I post on February 26th, just assume it's a vent post. I'm not feeling awesome, but I will live, and post more later, I'm writing a few really fun aus right now actually!! :)))

[vorrentis]

M Reader x Chaeyoung - A Little Pick Me Up~

WORD COUNT: 4370

ENJOY!

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Your whole week was just a shitty one; nothing seemed to go in your favor.

The best-case scenario you figured was to drink to forget about it. You certainly needed something to pick you up.

You looked up the nearest bar and headed straight for it.

You walked inside as you looked around as you observed people in booths and stalls looking up the giant screens of TV that were broadcasting sports of all kinds.

The place was medium size at best and it looked clean and proper, as you walked towards the bar the moment you spotted it.

The bar was packed as you manage to find a couple of open seats as you waved down the bartender and ordered a shot of vodka.

You don't know how it happened or how long passed, but you were a few drinks down already, but you weren't a lightweight by any means as you kept ordering shots. You noticed the bartender was keeping an eye on you in case you stir any trouble.

He didn't have to worry though, the alcohol wasn't doing anything, but giving you a small lift in you, but that's about it.

Then out of nowhere, someone occupied the seat next to you as they waved down the bartender.

You side glanced at the person and your eyes widened slightly in awe.

Her sleeveless top hugged her well as it showed off her slim body and her chest well.

She was wearing a nice black dress skirt that stopped right above in the middle of her thighs to show off those legs of hers.

She was enough to be casual, but beautiful at the same time.

She wasn't wearing much makeup and she didn't need any since her natural beauty was high up there, but had applied some  light red lipstick.

She also seemed very friendly and although extremely attractive, she looked approachable as well.

But you thought to yourself as if a girl like her would talk to you.

Luckily you didn't have to start a conversation.

"Hi, haven't seen you around before~" She allured as indeed she was looking at you.

"Oh,  uh, yeah, figured I'd go out tonight." You responded, taken off guard that she talked to you.

"Looking for action?" You almost choked on nothing at her statement, she had a giggle when she saw your perplexed face. "Sorry, figured a cute guy like you, alone in a bar..."

While being shocked that she said cute to you, you quickly denied what she said.

"N-no, just drinking my issues away. Got fired and no one seems to be hiring in my expertise."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She said, looking apologetic.

You shrugged.

"Ehh, stuff happens right."

"What was it?" She asked.

"I was an electrical technician at (Company Name). The company was undergoing some laying offs in staff and lucky me and others got booted."

"Well, that sucks." You shrugged.

"Like I said stuff happens."

"But what about you? Do you come here often?" You asked her.

"I'm a song writer, I work for JYPE."

"You're an idol?" You said shocked.

"I was almost going to be one, but like you said stuff happens and I got more into writing than performing. A few of my songs were picked up from the boss himself and hired me on the spot as a songwriter. I help in a variety of group songs."

You nodded.

"And yes, I come here every so often, know the owner and a few friends that I see regularly, but I don't see any of them tonight, so looks like I'm stuck with you," she said with a cute smile.

You definitely could see this being an enjoyable evening hanging with her.

"Well, maybe I could make your night without your friends a bit better with a drink." You said suggesting.

"Doesn't even know my name and is already buying me a drink, a little forward don't you think?" She said with a grin on her face still.

Her grin was super cute yet very alluring.

"My name's Son Chaeyoung, but Chae is fine with me." The girl, Chaeyoung, said holding out her hand.

"(YN) (LN), very nice to meet you, Chae." You shook her hand.

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Over the next two hours, you two had a few rounds of drinks; you were both having a great time.

And as the conversation continued, Chaeyoung began getting a bit...close to you.

Every drink she seemed to touch you more and more.

At first, it was on your knee or slapping your side of your arm whenever you made a joke, but soon enough she was touching your legs with her feet and ever putting her hand on your thigh.

You figured it she was getting to that breaking point of her steadiness and both were laughing at an experience of yours.

"Hahaha, I can't believe it, and you didn't know."

"Nope, walked around the mall like that the whole time."

You took a drink as she was laughing at your joke then she saw the time on her phone. You saw some notifications on her phone, but she ignored them, most likely the friends she mentioned.

"Wow, it's been two hours."

"Really? Felt like nothing."

"It does...hey thanks for putting up with me, I know I can be a bit much whenever I get to talking to people."

"No worries, I enjoyed your company."

"Really...well...how about we spend more time together then." She said in an alluring tone.

"Like dinner or something?" You asked hoping that was what she was getting at.

Chaeyoung slightly laughed.

"Well maybe, but what I was thinking was..."

Then she leaned in closer.

"When was the last time you had sex?"

Chaeyoung asked upfront, tilting her head a bit.

You were taken off guard by the off-topic question, your throat went dry and your senses were dead.

"I...uh...It's, it's been a while..."

"So never." She said.

"No not never...years or so." You couldn't believe you were answering.

"Seriously, you seem cool and you were fun to chat with, plus you're extremely cute. What's the problem...shy?"

"Honestly, girls just don't go for me. To be honest, I'm still in shock that you're even talking to me."

"Don't be...and if you come with me now...we can change your sex status tonight..." You gulped at her request.

She said looking right into your eyes, as you looked into her, they almost seem predator-like, almost lion-like.

"I also really need a nice dick right now and it has to be yours." She slid her hand up and found the hard-on you immediately got from her comment.

She stroked it a few times over your jeans.

You were astonished by her forwardness and stifled your moans, but you didn't stop her. You looked around; no one seemed to notice her behavior.

"Fuck, this feels massive," she moaned into your ear, "follow me. My apartment is not fa-"

You then placed a hand on her wrist as she stropped stroking you.

"Wait, no I...I can't."

She looked puzzled at you.

"Don't get me wrong, you're extremely attractive, but I can't advantage of you in your current state."

She slightly laughed a bit.

"Add sweet to the list. Believe me, I'm not drunk enough to not know what I'm doing, but just enough to be forward with you. So don't think you’re are taking advantage of me. I just want a fun time...and you can help me with that."

"Besides, the way your week is going, you could use a pick me up. So we're both in it for this."

You looked forward and then back at her.

"Well, when you put it that way..." You grinned as she smirked.

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As soon as you stepped into her apartment, she yanked the door shut and roped her arms around your neck, and threw herself against the wall, pinning herself between you and the wall.

She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to yours.

They were insanely soft and warm.

You immediately grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her. She moaned into your mouth as she wrapped her legs around your waist.

She started kissing you with much more passion and ferocity, battling your lips with hers.

You didn't want to lose this battle; so you kissed back harder and pinned Chaeyoung harder against the wall.

You could feel her nipples become harder as her chest pushed against yours. You groped her ass with one hand as you brought the other onto her thigh and pinched it, appreciating her body.

She moaned again, and this time you took advantage and inserted your tongue into her mouth.

She could barely fight back your strength.

But she loved it. She fucking loved it.

She moved her hands from your neck to your hair, gripping it tightly as you attacked her mouth with your tongue.

Her body started to grind into yours, a sign that she wanted to go further.

You took your right hand from her thigh and slid it up her body to her left breast, squeezing and fondling it.

Your hand continued to feel and grope her breast before she broke the kiss.

You were both breathing hard with red faces, looking directly into each other's eyes.

Her soft brown eyes were full of lust and need as you just softly gazed at hers.

===============SMUT START================

Her body continued to grind against yours as you continued to rub her breast.

She let out a small moan as you leaned forward and put your lips to her neck.

You kissed and sucked on it as you slipped your left hand that was under her skirt to grab her ass as you felt the fabric of her underwear.

She was trapped by you and the wall that she didn't need the support holding you up.

You fondled and squeezed her ass. Your lips departed from her and you gave her a small bite on top of the mark your lips already left her.

"Down please~" Chaeyoung commanded between breaths.

You dropped her to the ground and she pulled her shirt up and threw it away, leaving her in a dark black bra for her top.

You barely got your shirt off and she had already gotten her skirt off as well, leaving her in matching black undergarments.

Almost immediately, she turned around and pushes herself back into you.

"Touch me." She says with her butt against your crotch, her back against your body, her head facing up looking into your eyes, and her arms grabbing your hands and bringing them to her more exposed but still bra-covered chest.

Without hesitation, you grabbed her tits and squeezed and moved them around.

You silenced her moans by bringing your lips to hers and kissing her deeply. With her hands still on top of yours, she brought them under her bra from below her tits.

You started to play with her left nipple by rubbing it directly and playing with it with your fingers, bringing her to pleasure, which was proven by her moans.

She pressed her ass harder against your cock, which she could feel was rock hard.

She knew it was aching to be released from your jeans... as was her.

Chaeyoung broke the kiss to your disappointment and turned around to face you and kissed you with so much lust and passion, immediately pushing her tongue into your mouth, dominating you.

She moved her left hand to the side of your face while she shoved her right hand down your pants and under your boxers, grasping your dick.

She rubbed your cock a few times before breaking this kiss and moving her mouth to your jaw and then your neck, placing small kisses along the way down.

Once she was on her knees, she unzipped your jeans before pulling them down along with your boxers as she looked at the throbbing meat in front of her.

She put her hand on the head and started rubbing it, quickly moving her hand to the base and stroking it.

She then brought her mouth closer to your tip, breathing on it before bringing out her tongue to lick it.

You shuddered as she licked the tip again, this time taking a bit more time and savoring the taste. Then she moved her head to the base of your cock and kissed and sucked on it, licking the length back up the tip.

"I can't wait, just face fuck me~" Chaeyoung begged.

Without waiting for an answer she put you back in her mouth and deep throated you, staying as far down as possible.

You were nervous and didn't want to hurt her.

You put your hand back on top of her head, grabbing her hair and her skull as you jerked your hips forward slowly and pushed her down on your dick.

She gagged again and looked up at you, making eye contact once again, this time you could tell she wanted you to not be gentle.

You pulled her head back almost all of the way out and then thrust deep into her throat as you pulled her back.

You did this repeatedly, feeling her tight throat surrounding your cock. You grew closer to your orgasm and wanted to come in her mouth.

Her eyes got wide as she realized you were coming. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of your warm cum pouring out into her throat.

She took your cock out of her mouth as the final strands of cum flew onto her face and tongue.

Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she recovered. After a few moments, she took two fingers and collected the cum on her face,  and brought them down into her mouth, sucking it off her fingers and swallowing.

"Hmm...I can't wait for the rest~" She said as she stood up and walked down the hall towards a room and before entering it she paused and looked back at you.

"You coming?" Your mouth was wide opened as she walked into a room down the hall in front of you.

You followed slowly and peeked inside and was met with a surprise.

Chaeyoung was already on her hands and knees in the middle of a bed as she looked back at you with the most seductive look you've seen.

She then brought her fingers down and teased her slit a bit before spreading it to show the inside of it.

"Well...aren't you going to take me?" Chaeyoung said in that sweet yet tempting voice as she seductively shook her tush at you.

You approached her with a predatory gleam in your eyes.

You got on the bed, behind her and grabbed hold of her ass as you began to tease her by rubbing your length on her folds.

Chaeyoung moaned at the pleasurable sensation and you smirked at her before giving the naughty girl a sharp spank before you plunged yourself into her.

She let out a scream as you stretched her pussy to its absolute limits and you moaned loudly and your eyes rolled into the far back of your skull as the warmth of her pussy surrounded your cock.

You waited to allow her to get adjusted to your size before you drew back and began to mercilessly pound into her.

Her eyes went white with pleasure and she moaned loudly as you destroyed her pussy.

Her breasts heaved back and forth whilst her ass hit your crotch repeatedly. She was completely lost in ecstasy as she began moaning and screaming like a whore.

You smirked at her pleasured sounds as her cries of ecstasy were like music to your ears as you plunged your length deeply into her pussy and a hot blush covered her face as you did.

Her ass smacked against your crotch so much that the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh sounded throughout the entire room.

Chaeyoung couldn't take it and just let her arms fall to the side as her upper half of her fell, her ass raised high up for you to do whatever; her body just succumbed to your doing.

You then adjusted yourself more as you kneeled on the bed and started drilling into her.

You leaned forward, your body on top of hers, cupping her breasts, squeezing the mounds together, and rubbing them.

She managed to look back at you and you crushed your lips with hers.

Her dark brown eyes stared longingly into (Eye Color) ones as you pounded your erection into Chaeyoung's warmth and pleasured the girl.

She then brought one hand under her and placed it under your chin as you relentlessly thrust forward into her.

You slammed your length into her womanhood as their tongues explored each other's mouth as they made love while endlessly groping her mounds.

Chaeyoung closed her eyes out of bliss and whimpered under you as she felt herself getting ready to come at any second and she furiously humped back to increase her chances of having an orgasm by making her pussy wetter and tighter around your raging length.

Soon enough both groaned in each mouth when Chaeyoung's walls tightened around your cock as you flooded her womb with another wave of semen as she came with you. This caused a slurping wet sound as you decreased your speed on her.

You removed your length from Chaeyoung's innards, released her breasts allowing her to fall forward, and removed your mouth from hers.

She fell flat on the bed as she let her body just squirm in pleasure as they both huffed to gain their breath back.

But it wasn't long when Chaeyoung yelped as you turned her around, her back now on the bed, and stroked her cheek affectionately. She panted and looked into your eyes and lovingly began stroking your cheek as well.

Chaeyoung soon got a naughty smirk on her face before she pulled you on top of her in a missionary position and began lustfully kissing you once again, spreading her legs apart for you again.

You grinned into the kiss as you positioned your cock at her entrance once again and you slid yourself inside of her and began pounding into her once more.

You thrust your length into her pussy as she writhed and moaned in pleasure as the sounds of wet skin echoed the room.

Chaeyoung was loving every second of this while her lover pounded into her warmth and their lips pressed together.

You and Chaeyoung licked each other's tongues as they kissed and gazed lovingly into each other's eyes as she bucked her hips in perfect harmony with yours as Chaeyoung held you to her as close as she could.

You broke the kiss and started to concentrate on the big task as your hips flew forward and you kept going in and out nonstop.

Chaeyoung planted her lips on your neck and started tenderly licking and nibbling your neck to give you a hickey.

Chaeyoung moaned between nibbles on your neck as her tongue brushed on you and you shivered in pleasure as she gnawed on your neck.

You moaned at how good Chaeyoung lips felt on your neck and you nuzzled her face affectionately.

You both were in heaven.

The contact of both bodies, you slide in her sweet spot and into her warm depths, your balls gently touching into her soft bum on almost every stroke, her pussy squeezing the life of your cock, you pressing against her fingers vibrating over her clit, then in and out and back in to do it again.

Chaeyoung didn't know what to feel as she received the thrashing from you like she's never had before.

She was enjoying this far too much to be over soon, but sadly...

"Chae...Chae..." You couldn't even finish your sentence, but she understood.

"Keep...fucking..." She answered back.

You kept going until the first burst of cum came, then you sent your hips forward as deep as you could, unleashing the rest into her body once more.

The couple moaned as they held onto each other and pressed their lips together while gazing into each other's eyes once again. Sweat ran down both their bodies as they climaxed and you fell forward, but managed to keep from landing on her.

You took your cum-covered cock out of Chaeyoung and rubbed the sweat off your head as you sat upright near the middle of the bed next to her lying down.

The pair smiled at each other while Chaeyoung gave a devious smirk as she looked down and slightly widened her eyes.

"Still hard...good~"

Not even a second after that, the sweat-drenched girl was straddling you backward in a reverse cowgirl position with you thrusting upright into her immediately.

Chaeyoung's face carried a truly lust-filled expression as you mercilessly slammed into her pussy.

She whimpered and her lust soared to new heights as you slammed your powerful rod into her moist cavern.

You moaned as Chaeyoung ground your cock and moaned while her breasts heaved as she rode your length.

Suddenly you hit a certain spot deep inside her pussy and Chaeyoung completely lost it.

"That's it (YN), fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She cried out as she felt you going harder and deeper than before.

"Naughty little girl aren't you." You said in a teasing way to the lust-driven brunette.

"Yes (YN), I'm a naughty slut! Punish my body! Fuck me until I can't walk straight! Make me yours (YN)!" Chaeyoung screamed and her lustful pleas only served to entice you more and motivated you to fuck her fast and hard.

Chaeyoung's eyes were filled with lust as you pounded into the warm walls of flesh that smothered you warmly.

Her ass smacked against your lap as you thrust into her core as she continued working her hips to grind the cock that was repeatedly pistoning into her hot walls.

You and Chaeyoung screamed as you pounded into her one last time before her walls clamped down onto you and pulled on your length causing it to fire bursts of semen deep into her womb for the fourth time.

Chaeyoung's face erupted into a lustful smile as her release poured out of her and trailed down your dick and onto your thigh with Chaeyoung lifting off and collapsed back onto you, sweaty and panting.

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You took a moment to catch your breath as Chaeyoung cuddled up close to you.

Both laid there on top of one another for many minutes, stroking each other's faces and bodies as you both listened to each other's breathing return to normal.

The hot air that was moments around them turned cool.

You could feel the cool dampness of both liquids on your skin.

"I thought you said it's been years." She whispered.

"It has."

"BS, and you're this amazing." She smiled at you as you just smirked.

"Just trying my best to not disappoint your night." You said.

"Oh, it was far from a disappointment," Chaeyoung said smiling.

Chaeyoung's eyes showed satisfaction, gratitude, and other emotional responses to what both just did.

You were sure that yours did too.

But your smile died slowly and you realized that this might be a one-time with Chaeyoung.

It wasn't about how great the sex was, it was that she was a great person to speak with.

she was down at the bar that you found her interesting and enough to ask her out for another night.

"What's wrong?" She asked concerned as she saw your smile go down.

"This wasn't a...one-time thing right?" You asked embarrassed.

"I hope not." She replied. "After this, I ain't letting you go."

"So does that mean we could see each other more then?" You asked embarrassed.

Chaeyoung smiled at you.

"Yes (YN)...I'm not that kind of girl to fuck someone the moment I see them and wave them off the next morning. You're fun, nice, and cute. What's not to like."

"Besides it's like I said, you could use the pick me up, and it looks like it worked out...for both of us." She finished off.

You smiled at her mini-speech.

"So...do you want to go out sometime?"

She pats your chest and nods.

"I'd love to, but can we discuss this in the morning," She said. "You wore me out big time."

You smiled even more at the answer and nodded as you both got into a position and covered the sheets onto you with you behind her as you held onto her torso.

She looked back and pecked you on the lips as both fell asleep with her in your arms.

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THREE WEEKS LATER

Three weeks passed since you and Chaeyoung had spent the night and you both went on some dates.

She did have an enjoyable time with you and you to her along those couple of weeks and both made it official just yesterday.

She was your girlfriend and her boyfriend.

She introduced you to her friends, who were all idols by the way, which completely threw you off guard, basically meetings celebs.

As for work, well, you found one, and with her help as well.

It was none other than JYPE itself. She said she knew the boss and gave him a good word for you.

After checking your background and your previous job, which you were doing a wonderful job in.

You were interviewed for a position that was needed in your department. Dealing with cameras, computers, advanced equipment daily, you seemed perfect for the job.

Days later you did. And as a bonus, you got to hang out with Chae when she wasn't working as well.

All in all, everything seemed to be heading in the right direction.

Turns out all you needed that pick me up after all.

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And that's that

Sorry if this wasn't as story-driven as the previous ones, but this was the best for a scenario like this.

Thanks for pausing your life to reading this. Reblog/Comment if you want.

And thanks again!

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

This Game of Yours

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Jason was beautiful.

And somehow that scar that went from the right corner of his mouth up to his temple only made him that much more beautiful to Y/N.

Those blue eyes were the same color of water on a stormy day in the Irish sea. And somehow Y/N knew they held the same tempestuousness.

The white streak weaved with his jet black hair so naturally that Y/N would’ve believed he was born with it.

His shoulders were so broad, making his 6’3 height feel even more imposing. He had a presence. People noticed every time he walked into a room. It made Y/N wonder how he was ever able to sneak up on people as Red Hood.

He was wearing a black hoodie underneath his black moto jacket.

Y/N knew Jason didn’t give a shit about fashion. Yet he was well-dressed without any effort – more so than most of the models Y/N had shot throughout her career.

Not being able to control herself any longer, Y/N raised her camera and took a photo.

Jason stopped surveying their surroundings and his gaze snapped to her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

But his growl didn’t scare her in the slightest.

“Anyone who’s by me when I have a camera is at risk of getting their picture taken. No one is safe. Not even you,” she answered his question unapologetically.

Y/N was working on a personal passion project for her next show. Her collection would be about the poverty and crime of Gotham. Half of the photos would show the heaviest crime areas of the city. And the other half would expose the lifestyles of the wealthiest people in Gotham.

Why did so many suffer from the same system that helped the rich get even richer?

When Bruce found out Y/N was going to Crime Alley and the Bowery by herself, he was visibly upset.

But he realized that Y/N would do as she pleased, so his plan b was to give her protective detail.

However, Y/N didn’t know that Jason had volunteered, almost immediately.

Instead, all she heard was Jason grimly telling her, “You’re lucky you haven’t been fucking murdered yet.”

She had only responded with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m not your escort so you can take my picture. I’m here so you don’t get raped or murdered.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?”

His only response was a glare.

Jason loved playing this game. The game of pretending to be irritated with her when actually he was absolutely infatuated with Y/F/N Y/L/N.

“The easiest way to stop getting your picture taken is to always be the one holding the camera,” Y/N added with a smirk and wink.

Jason didn’t answer, only thinking what a shame it was that no one got to photograph her.

Suddenly, the sunlight hit the top of his head perfectly, creating a halo around that thick and messy hair of his.

Y/N snapped another photo.

“Will you stop?” He warned.

It only succeeded in making her laugh.

And that just excited his heart even more.

“Jason, you were born to get your photo taken.” 

There was no joke underneath her words, only sincerity.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

Jason had a hard time believing that. His skin was riddled with scars. And he was convinced that she’d be singing a different song if she saw his chest, with its thick autopsy scar amongst the so many others. The absolute last word he’d use to describe himself was beautiful. Strong and imposing? Yes. But never beautiful – or any other positive adjective, for that matter.

“I’m not kidding. If you ever want to stop the whole vigilante thing, you can easily become a model.”

Y/N had noticed it as soon as Jason took of his helmet that night. His domino mask had done nothing to prevent her from noting the obvious.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to realize Jason wasn’t like his “brothers.”

“Brothers.” What a strange word.

Should she consider all of them as hers?

Only Damian was actually related to her – and technically he was only her half-brother.

Y/N had watched Jason get on his motorcycle and leave the cave that night she’d almost died.

She’d agreed to stay for dinner and get to know everyone. And a part of her brain was excited to get a better read on the masked man that sat by her bedside as she’d recovered.

“He’s not staying?” Y/N had asked Bruce as he guided her to the stairs that led back up to the manor.

He only shook his head, but she noticed the disappointed expression.

Soon she found out that Jason was the black sheep of this strange family that had taken her in.

Dick was the one who told her about Jason’s dark past. All of it seemed unbelievable: murdered by Joker and brought back to life from a mysterious pit. Only to return to the family who appeared to have replaced him and never sought vengeance on Jason’s behalf. 

But it was true; Y/N had seen no lie in Dick’s eyes when he filled her in.

Suddenly there was yelling coming from around the corner.

Without hesitation, Jason shoved Y/N behind him.

He reached for one of his guns and then realized that he didn’t have any.

Y/N was rather vocal about hating them, claiming they made her extremely uncomfortable.

Her expression alone as she said it was enough for Jason to swallow his stubbornness and leave the things at home.

Bruce was rather taken aback by the gesture. Nothing he’d ever said was enough to get Jason to do that.

A gang of young men came marching around the corner like they owned the place…because they did. This was their territory.

Jason immediately recognized them as some of the Russian mob.

Despite pulling Y/N behind him, they still caught sight of her and looked her up and down without an ounce of shame.

“Hey, beautiful. How you doing?”

“Продолжай идти, придурки,” Jason growled at them.

He was outnumbered. But there must’ve been something about his body language that made the gang realize they shouldn’t pick a fight with him. Maybe it was the muscles or his height or that he looked like he wouldn’t even blink before murdering them.

So they just…walked away. Some of them mumbled threats or insults at him. But they realized they shouldn’t even so much as look at Y/N.

A split second before they were gone, Y/N took a picture of Jason.

“Really?” He asked.

She shrugged. “You look like a different person when you’re protective.”

Y/N was beautiful.

Jason watched as she passionately explained her work to a potential buyer.

He recognized the man as a local politician – luckily, one of the few that hadn’t been corrupted from this shitty city.

Y/N had the intimidating energy of her father, but the kind eyes of her mother. At least, that was what Bruce had told everyone, and they all took his word for it.

She wore a stylish white jumpsuit that made her look like a 1980s villain and black stiletto heels. 

Jason watched as men cowered in her presence, hating the fact that she proudly stood taller than them. She was just one less woman they could intimidate or manipulate – and they couldn’t stand it.

But Jason loved watching the emasculation in real time.

The bastards didn’t deserve her anyway.

Dick was one of the very few men Jason knew who didn’t blink at a woman towering over him. In fact, his older brother had a track record of preferring it.

“Surprised to see you here,” Bruce said beside him, catching Jason watching Y/N.

“Well, I was her personal bodyguard through all this. Figured I should see if it was worth me wasting my time or not.” Then he tossed back his champagne and slammed it on the tray of a waiter passing by. “Plus, free alcohol.”

Bruce just quirked an eyebrow, silently telling Jason that he knew he was lying.

“Are you buying something?” Jason asked, trying to change the subject.

“I have been strictly forbidden,” Bruce sighed.

Jason chuckled.

He knew if Bruce had his way, he’d buy every single on of Y/N’s pieces.

“I have to know,” Bruce began. “What exactly is holding you back?”

Jason finally ripped his gaze away from Y/N to give Bruce a questioning look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. You care about her.”

“All of us do,” Jason brushed off. “Even the demon spawn.”

Bruce knew there wasn’t a chance Jason would admit his feelings – especially to him.

“Not that I think you care…but you have my approval.”

Little did Bruce know, Jason did care.

Jason had convinced himself that their rocky relationship and past fights meant that Bruce would die before he let Jason be anywhere near his daughter.

And Jason could hardly blame him.

He didn’t deserve to be loved. He lost that right after he died and came back a monster. And that was the story Jason told himself over and over again.

So he would love Y/N from afar. And hope she would pick someone who was worthy of her love.

“She’s basically my sister,” Jason groaned in fake disgust.

It was quite the performance.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “We both know that isn’t what’s stopping you. And you’ve made it clear you don’t consider us your family.”

“Whatever, Bruce.”

Jason walked away, having enough of the subject.

“What was that about?” Clark asked as he joined Bruce’s side.

“Jason refusing to let himself be happy,” Bruce sighed.

Clark already knew what Bruce was talking about. He’d seen Y/N and Jason dancing around each other for months now. He’d never really seen Y/N take an interest in anyone before, so it was all new for Clark.

“Don’t worry. Y/N won’t let him get away with it for much longer,” Clark said through a smirk. “She gets what she wants.”

And Bruce believed him.

“It doesn’t bother you – the two of them together?” Clark asked with genuine curiosity.

“Jason reminds me every day that I’m not his father. And I’m hardly Y/N’s.” A soft smile formed on Bruce’s lips. “He’ll look after her. And she…I think she’d be good for him. I just want them to be happy. Both of them.”

——

Jason headed home rather early.

He’d never actually went to say congratulations or even hello to Y/N.

Every time he was about to go over, someone else stole her attention. He didn’t want to get in the way of her talking to potential buyers or even just friends.

Jason was just about to make himself something to eat when there was a knock at his door.

He froze.

Very few people knew where his apartment was.

Jason grabbed a gun and tiptoed to his front door.

With a peak through the peephole, he let out a irritated sigh.

Jason whipped the door open, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your head off.”

“Maybe don’t own guns and you wouldn’t have to worry about shit like that,” Y/N snapped back.

“What are you doing here?”

“You come to my gallery opening and don’t even say hi?” Y/N accused as she stepped around him and into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation.

Jason eyed the paper bag that was in one of her hands.

“By all means, come on in,” he called sarcastically as he slammed the door behind her.

Y/N started searching through his cabinets. “Where are your glasses?”

“The one to your right. What are you doing here?”

Y/N had the brightest and almost mischievous smile as she pulled a bottle of champagne from the paper bag.

“I brought this as my thanks for you making sure I don’t – and I quote – ‘get raped and murdered.’”

Jason glared at her.

Here was the game again.

Y/N being charming and hilariously provoking..and Jason pretending like he hadn’t fallen for her.

She poured them both a glass. They weren’t flutes or coupes, but she couldn’t care less.

“We’re chugging these, by the way,” Y/N informed Jason as she handed him a glass.

He sighed, but obediently clinked his glass with hers and tossed it back.

Barely giving them a second, Y/N immediately refilled them.

“So, why didn’t you come over and say hi?” She repeated.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” Jason mumbled with a shrug.

She narrowed her eyes at his answer. “You’ve never bothered me before, Jason.”

Now he felt guilty.

Jason bowed his head. “I should’ve come and talked to you,” he agreed. “Your work…it looked – it’s amazing, Y/N. Congratulations.”

Apparently Y/N hadn’t expected such a sincere compliment from him, and she was stunned to silence.

“Thank you,” she managed to whisper once she’d recovered.

She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her edge. “And really…thank you for being my own little security detail.”

If Jason was healthy about expressing is thoughts and feelings, he would’ve told her that it was the highlight of his weeks. That he looked forward to her calls or texts, telling him that she was going to photograph another shady area. “Be there or don’t. I’m going no matter what,” she’d text him with her usual snark.

But Jason didn’t express his thoughts and feelings.

He kept them bottled up – with the same energy he used to keep Y/N at a distance.

So instead, Jason said, “If it wasn’t me, one of the others would’ve done it.”

Y/N winced slightly at that.

‘You’re such a fucking asshole,’ Jason told himself.

“You know…we can see each other even you’re not my bodyguard.”

Jason was impressed by her boldness. But she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t understand that he wasn’t good. He couldn’t play the loving boyfriend role. She belonged with someone like Dick or Clark – or literally anyone but him. And Jason was willing to be an asshole to make sure she understood that.

Y/N took a step closer to him, invading his personal space.

Without breaking eye contact, she threw back her second glass of champagne and then placed it on the nearest counter space.

She stepped even closer.

This was simultaneously Jason’s worst nightmare and most desired dream.

Her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.

But before she could make her final push, Jason took a step back and cleared his throat.

He looked down at the ground as he said, “You should go.”

When he looked up, he expected to find Y/N heartbroken or embarrassed.

But she was neither.

No. She looked irritated.

Not because she wasn’t getting what she wanted, but because she was sick of his games.

Y/N sighed and stepped back. “Fine.”

Jason rubbed his face in frustration as she grabbed her purse and started for the door she had walked through only minutes ago.

She opened it and paused.

“You know what? No. Fuck that,” Y/N snapped before slamming the door closed.

She whipped around and strutted back to him with purpose.

Jason was suspended with both fervor and awe.

Y/N grabbed his face and pulled him down to her lips.

All self control went out the window. Jason couldn’t continue his game. It was all over for him.

He kissed her back almost immediately. How could he not?

Y/N bit his lip slightly, making him hiss in surprise. It was his punishment for making her wait all this time.

Eventually they needed a moment to breathe.

But Y/N didn’t let go of his face when their lips finally parted.

“Choose your next words very carefully,” she breathed.

He swallowed nervously. “You’re kind of fucking terrifying. You know that?”

Her smile was pure evil.

Apparently this was the right response.

“Are you done being an idiot?” She asked.

He nodded quickly.

Her hands moved down and then lingered on his neck, tracing the bottom lines of his jaw.

She smiled again and then looked him up and down.

“What?” He questioned.

“Nothing,” she laughed. “I’m just…I’m not used to being shorter than men.”

“Is that the only reason you like me? Huh? My height?” Jason goaded.

“Of course not,” Y/N scoffed. “It was the whole ‘I look like I could murder everyone and I can, but deep down I’m a big softie’ that did it for me.”

Jason’s grip tightened on her waist. “Oh, yeah? You’re one to talk…”

“Me?!” She yelped. “I couldn’t kill anyone, even if my life depended on it.”

“Maybe. But your terrifying in basically every other way.”

Y/N laughed at that.

Jason couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sound

“So…still want me to leave?” She asked.

And this time, she would if that’s really what he wanted.

“Fuck no,” Jason answered, almost threateningly.

Then, for good measure, he picked her up by the back of her thighs and carried her to the couch, before he started to kiss her once again.

Y/N knew things weren’t always going to be this simple.

Jason had his demons. 

And honestly, so did she. They were nothing like his. And maybe they were silly in comparison. But she wouldn’t be the perfect partner. Just like he wouldn’t be. 

They’d drive each other crazy. But it would be the good kind of crazy.

------------------------------

+ Childhood

[oddree13]

Steddie Midwest Emo AU

Steddie and honestly Stranger Things as a whole is ripe for a Midwest Emo AU. Maybe I've been listening to too much Front Bottoms or whatever, but I can't get it out of my head.

Because picture Steve leaving the Upside-Down for the last time and unable to cope with life. And Steve really doesn't think he needs the government-mandated therapy but the kids do, so he goes to set a good example. Because even after everything Steve is still trying his best for the Party even if nothing supernatural is coming after them.

The session start of basic, and he's convinced that the person he's assigned should have Eddie or Robin as a patient with how laid back and weird he is, but he's stuck with Tim for the foreseeable future and he'll deal. He deals until Tim one day brings up music therapy and Steve thinks he should just take the guitar Tim hands him and bash it over his head because he's here to process the hell of his life not learn an instrument.

"I'm not going to be any good at it, Tim."

"Who cares? You've got feelings, and yeah you might not have any skill now, and you may never, but it doesn't matter. Some of the most interesting music happens when your passion is bigger than the tools you have to deal with it. Isn't it great?"

And Steve thinks that Tim took one too many tabs in college but he takes home the acoustic guitar anyway.

It doesn't take long for Steve's passion to surpass his skill, and he really finds that he doesn't care. He doesn't care because he cries for the first time scribbling down his feelings about that spring break.

We keep playing with the numbers We are running out of time We are running, we are running But you're a killer and I'm your best friend Think it's unfair, your situation

He shows his shitty song to Tim who encourages him because for the in months Steve actually talked about something real and not just something he thought he should be talking about.

After a few more sessions and a few more songs, Tim passes him a flyer for an open mic night a few towns over.

"Is this mandatory?"

"If I made it mandatory would that make it easier?"

Steve doesn't nod but Tim tells him to go. So he goes and plays three of his discordant songs and some guy stops him after the show to let Steve know he plays drums. He doesn't understand why but he calls the guy a week later. Raul starts to provide the beat to Steve's arhythmic ranting and it's nice to have someone to just make something with that doesn't know what the catalyst is.

The party finds out when they notice Steve no longer picks the kids up from D&D on Fridays. He says it because they have their licenses. Eddie thinks he's lying.

Eddie, Robin, and Nancy trail him one random weekend and are surprised to find Steve's car parked in front of a bar that has a small line of people waiting to get in. Robin thinks maybe Steve just uses live music to escape but something tells Eddie it's more.

They go to the bar just in time for the MC to announce the lineup and just stand in shock as Steve takes the small stage. None of them get are able to voice their many questions because the drum starts, calling the room to attention, and Steve joins in with a simple three-chord strum.

I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat And he is screaming and crying for help And maybe halfway through, it has more to do with me killing him Than it ever did protecting myself And I believe that, yeah, Dad, maybe no one is perfect But I believe that you were pushing your luck

The trio exchange glances, and listen as for the first time they truly hear Steve Harrington express emotion that isn't carefully masked by a veneer. They watch in awe and don't move, afraid that if Steve sees them he'll stop.

After two more songs, Steve lets the crowd know it's his last one, and there's a collective murmur of discontent, but Steve just laughs. A girl in the front calls out asking him to make it a love song, and Steve tells her he doesn't have any of those, but he can get close enough. He checks in with Raul who starts a steady 4/4 beat for Steve. Before playing his guitar he tells the girl it's a song he wrote about 'a summer he tried trying to impress a guy.' As the crowd whoops, Nancy and Robin turn to look at Eddie who doesn't know what to think.

It's "The cops are coming in" type of sobering up It's a girl who'll never learn that I could not give a fuck My friends are happy, I am happy, I have learned to adapt It's a darker kind of humor and I can still hear them laugh

Because Eddie listens to the lyrics and if he didn't know better he'd think Steve was singing about the summer after spring break - the summer they were all coping, sometimes self-destructively. But then that would mean that-

He doesn't get a chance to finish that thought because Nancy elbows him. He looked up and sees that Steve has spotted them, but he doesn't look away. Instead, he locks eyes on Eddie as he repeats his declaration.

And I will remember that summer As the summer I was taking steroids 'Cause you like a man with muscles, and I like you

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ "the next time i see you, it'll be in hell" / "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me"

♡ pairing: connor kent (superboy/RotS) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i was listening to 'esa hembra es mala' by gloria trevi so if you do speak spanish, that's a song rec while you read this fic. if you don't, listen to 'hermit the frog' by marina instead!

"connor please, you're giving ME a headache and it's only seven in the morning," his friend, jake, spoke as his hands covered his face, "wait, shut up, who is that?" connor asked, seeing you with a few friends.

jake sighed, "that's ( your name )," he spoke softly, "she's friends with everyone here. some like her, some can't stand her. it all depends on how she feels with you." you were schools resident 'popular' girl and had a bit of a following among your class.

"i'm gonna go talk to her," connor said. his friends eyes widened, "connor no!" jake screamed, grabbing his friend and pulling him back, "she's a complete bitch, don't do it!" jake exclaimed as he could tell that everything he was saying was going over connor's head.

you fixed the newspaper that had superboy's face plastered on the cover, "i just think that superboy could beat robin if i'm being honest. PLUS he's attractive because you can actually see his face," the day old conversation between you and your friends about who was the better sidekick struck up again and anyone who knew you knew how much you adored superboy.

"hey ladies," you turned to look at the boy, confused on who he was as you had never seen him around school. you gave him a small smile, "uh, hi?" you asked, "do i know you?"

the boy who approached you was wearing sunglasses which threw you off considering your school didn't allow anyone to wear them inside the building. you looked to his other friend, recognizing him as someone you had in your Calc class.

"just wanted to introduce myself, i'm connor," he said, giving you a sly smirk. you shook his hand, half awkwardly, "please i'm ( your name )," you replied as you saw the way connor gave jake a wink, "is there something you wanted or?" you asked again, not knowing why he was still here.

"no, just wanted to say hi to my future girlfriend," you let out a laugh, catching everyone off guard, "please, as if," you replied as you grabbed your friends and walked away, kind of taken back by the new boy.

"he was kinda cute," one of your friends said as you rolled your eyes, "uh, not really? kinda weird if you ask me," you replied, looking down at the newspaper, "well, i'm going to class, see ya," you said, walked towards your AP Lit class.

you sat down in the front, immediately talking to the friends you had in the class. it wasn't even five minutes later when connor entered the class, immediately smirking when he saw you. you growled, instantly annoyed at his expression.

"ah, so you've met the resident new boy?" you nodded as your friend giggled, "he's really nice. made more than a friends already," she said as you shrugged, "okay and? he had a lot of nerve coming up to me and telling me i'd be his future girlfriend," you replied.

she let out a belting laugh, "yeah, he told meghan from fifth period the same thing," you saw connor walking up to your desk and before he could make himself comfortable next to you, you instantly put your leg on the chair, "don't even think about it," you said, not even looking at him, "the desk in the back is available though," you smirked as you watched your teacher roll her eyes at your attitude.

connor bent down to your level, "don't gotta be so hostile, sweetheart, i know you like me," he whispered before getting up and leaving.

your friend, looked at you, laughing at disbelief at both of your attitudes. you rolled your eyes, trying to pay attention to the discussion as you could feel connor's eyes on you almost the entire time.

+

throughout the weeks and going into months, your relationship with connor didn't change. he arguably became the biggest pain your ass from the beginning of the day until the final bell rang. he managed to befriend a few of your friends which meant that you were around him at times.

you sipped your coffee as you were reading the newest article on superboy, "ah, ah, ah, what do we have here?" connor asked, taking the magazine from your hand, "superboy fan, huh?" he scanned the cover, a smug smirk coming onto his face as you snatched the magazine back.

"yeah, someone who's actually useful in life," you replied as he walked with you to your locker. he had never saw the inside of it and taken back by the amount of photos you had....of him, "aww, don't be that way, sweetheart! maybe one day superboy will actually give you a chance," he joked.

your annoyance instantly shot up as you slammed your locker and walking away, "see ya later sweetie!" he screamed. you stopped in the middle of the hall and flicked him off, "the next time i'll see you, it'll be in hell!" you yelled, storming off to class.

you walked into class, sitting down as your friend, henry, walked up to you, "hey babe," he said, a warm feeling crossing your face at the term of endearment, "hey henry, what're you up to?" you asked, seeing him looking at you, a bit nervously now.

"i was wondering if you were free-," before henry could say anything else, connor walked up behind him and tapping him on the shoulder. he had heard the conversation between the two of you and knew exactly where it was heading, "uh, she's not interested, better luck next time," connor stated, surprising henry with his sudden angry attitude.

henry knowing he didn't want to risk the chance of getting his ass kicked walked away from the conversation as you stared at connor with rage in your eyes, "what do you want?" you seethed as you saw connor's smirk playing on his face, "you weren't actually entertaining him, were you?" he asked in disbelief, "i literally hate you with every ounce of my being," you blurted, finally sick of connor's attitude.

his mouth hung open as you got up from the desk, "do me a favor and PLEASE leave me alone, that's all i ask," you stated as you walked out of class and deciding to ditch for the rest of the day.

"told you she was gonna blow up," jake informed as he sat down in his seat, connor still standing in place, taking in everything you had said. he knew he was being a bit of an ass but he didn't know you were that angry with him.

connor knew he had to make this up. he genuinely did like you and he didn't want to ruin his chances with you because of his shitty attitude. throughout the class period, he picked his brain for ideas until sirens went off in his head.

SUPERBOY.

he knew you were practically in love with his alter ego and he knew he could use superboy as a way to persuade you into giving him another chance. that is if he played his cards right.

+

you reluctantly showed up the next day, trying to avoid connor as best as you could. you were talking with a few friends, gossiping about the fight that superboy and robin had against a few low level villains in metropolis last night.

"hey, look at connor," jake whispered, seeing his friend practically beat up. you were taken back by his appearance as he had a few bruises on his arms and legs, "are you okay?" jake asked connor.

connor shook his head slowly, his body still recovering from the night before, "what were yall talking about?" he asked, trying to redirect the conversation. everyone looked to you, "someone was gushing about superboy, so please, if you'd continue," meghan said playfully.

"oh shut up, like you don't have robin posters all over your room," you retorted as you watched connor struggling to stay upright, "all i'm saying is that superboy remains the best sidekick there is. did you see the way he walked out of that fight scratchless and look at robin, he nearly died," you continued.

meghan instantly retorted as you noticed how eerily silent connor had became. you turned over to him, about to say something sarcastic towards him until he flopped on top of you, passing out completely. you looked down at him, "connor?" you whispered, "hey connor, wake up," you whispered, shaking him a bit.

"take him to the nurse!" jake yelled at you as you grabbed connor by the arm and pulling him against you, "fuck off, he's heavy as hell," you breathed, trying to steady his weight against you before walking slowly towards the nurse.

you made the walk to the nurse but by the time you made it, connor had woken up, "don't take me to the nurse, please," he whispered, "what are you talking about?" you exclaimed, "you clearly aren't okay and you don't look okay either," you added on.

he steered the two of you to the family bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit, "clean me up here, i really don't want to be questioned right now," he said, nothing cocky or playful in his voice. you sat him on the toilet, bending down to clean his face first, "hey, is everything okay....you know at home?" you asked.

he laughed, shaking his head, "these injuries aren't from my guardians if that's what you're wondering. i kinda got into a fight last night," you stared at him confused, "did you lose or something? these injuries look horrible," you replied.

"course i did, just took a nasty beating before i won," he said as he flinched at the rubbing alcohol hitting his arm. you muttered a sorry as you put a band-aid on a few of his cuts, "listen, i wanted to say sorry for acting like a prick," connor muttered a few minutes later.

you were taken back by his apology, "i knew i was being an ass but please don't take this as me joking but you're actually the best thing that's happened to me since i transferred," you remained silent, not knowing to respond as you put the last band-aid on his knee.

"and if i could have a second chance, that would be super dope, ya know?" he tried to say without sounding nervous, "you better not be joking, kent," you threatened, putting your finger on his chest and shoving him a bit.

connor flinched back in pain as you muttered a sorry, "i'm not joking, i'd really like to take you out for coffee sometime," he asked as he grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss. you agreed as you responded with a kiss on his cheek, "also, i had this lying around my room and figured you'd like it more than i would," he dug into his backpack and gave you a magazine.

your eyes widen seeing what it was. it was the magazine that superboy first appeared in and you had analyzed a few signatures of his to know that it was his signature on the front, "did superboy sign this?" you practically tried to contain your excitement as you ran your finger over the sharpie.

connor nodded, "i met him one time after he saved a few people in metropolis last year and got him to sign the magazine. i figured since you like hm a lot more than i do, you'd take care of it better than i would," overwhelmed with excitement, you grabbed connor by the neck and kissed him.

connor was taken back by the sudden kiss but awkwardly responded with another kiss as you held the magazine close to your chest, "i can't thank you enough for this connor," you whispered, your lips still on his a bit. he chuckled, "just meet me at the coffee shop near the school and that'll suffice," he replied, giving you another kiss before slowly getting up.

"now lets get to our second period before we get marked truant again," he grabbed your hand and held it as softly as possible, "you know how much shit our friends are gonna give us, right?" you said, laughing a bit. connor nodded, "nothing we can't handle," he replied as he squeezed your hand in reassurance.

[drakenology]

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, slight obsession, stalking?, yandere!reader, bakugo’s a fuck boy, kirishima’s his himbo roommate, mentions of drugs and alcohol use, & obsessive acts. reader is creepy and insane.

𝐀/𝐍: welcome to my first chaptered series! I really hope you guys enjoy this, seriously I have so many plans for this series. you guys may think this is pretty mild rn but remember... this is only the first chapter. feedback is welcome! please don’t be shy! 

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ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

“Officials are looking for a woman who goes by the name of Y/N L/N as they are a prime suspect of the murder of-“

When you moved to Japan you never expected to fall for someone. No, not this hard. You remember the day you saw him last summer when you arrived, working with a tall red-head on a car in front of his house. They were on break it seemed as they passed each other a blunt to share, the blonde one leaning back against the hood as he took a drag. You saw him tilt his head up to greet a girl as she walked by, a smirk written across his lips as he waved to her.

The red-head waved to her in comradery, his smile warm and inviting. He was handsome, sure. But he couldn’t possibly compare to the blonde one. You watched from the window of your bedroom as they put out the blunt and continued their work, observing the way the blonde stranger held his wrench. His tanned skin glows under the heated sun, moaning at the sight of his sweat glistening off his building muscles. His blonde hair seemed to shine just like the sun that reflected upon it, noticing the way your heart slammed against your chest the longer you stared at him. He was beautiful. Like a breath of fresh air. Like as if just watching him through your window gave your body a pick me up. You had to know him. Had to smell him. Had to have him. You grab your keys and lock up your home, acting as if you’re just in the neighborhood and not a person who lives two doors from him that was watching him from her window. You pull down your tank top, pushing up your breasts to ensure you nab his attention as you walk by. You almost trip on your shoe laces when you hear his gruff voice up close, a feeling in your core set ablaze when you hear him call you over.

“Oi. Where you headed, sexy?” He asked, nudging his redhead buddy as if to tell him to watch and learn. You bite your lip before turning to him, putting up a front like he doesn’t make you nervous.

“Just passing by. I like walking in this weather.” You lie, feeling your forehead perspire as he turns around to grab his phone from his tool box. He strolls over to you with swagger in his steps, taking your breath away a second time as you realize he’s about to be up close and personal. Your eyes sprout visible hearts in your irises, looking up at him with a love sick gaze that causes him to smirk.

“Name’s Katsuki. What’s yours?” He asked, reaching his big hand out for you to shake. Katsuki. It was like a song when you said it aloud.

“Y/N… it’s nice to meet you.” You say, flustered; nearly dropping to the ground when he lifts your hand to kiss it. This feeling. It had to be what it felt like to be electrocuted -- like someone just took a defibrillator to your chest and made you feel alive. He hands you his phone with a smirk.

“Maybe we could get to know each other better? ‘M havin’ a party at my place. My roommate Kirishima’s still in college and he’s inviting his frat losers over for beers. It’d be nice to have a pretty girl like you to show off.” He says smoothly, the sound of his voice like a hymn to your ears.

“I’d like that..” You say, nodding, taking his phone to put in your phone number. You save your contact under your name, adding a few cute emojis before you hand him his phone.

“Oi, shitty hair! I’ve got a date to the party tonight. Catch up loser.” He says, turning to Kirishima to flip him the bird; Kirishima flipping him off back. “See you tonight? You’d better be there.” He winks, walking back over to the curb to finish fixing his car with his roommate. The redhead smiles at you and waves goodbye.

“Nice to meet you! Hope you come out tonight. Bakugo’s been slackin’ with the ladies.” He teased, Bakugo shooting him a glare as he threw a towel at his chest. You giggle, walking away with a shy wave. Looping back around the block, you arrive home; holding the hand he kissed against your face with a sigh. You didn’t wash that hand all day. It was like you could still feel his plush lips on your skin even hours after he kissed it. It was like a drug and you needed another fix.

You hear crickets chirping from the grass as you knock on his door, standing with a hot container of nachos for the party to make a good impression. The door swings open, your heart dropping when you only see Kirishima.

“Y/N! You made it! Come on in.” He chimes, taking the nachos from you and leading you inside. He leads you to Bakugo who’s playing beer pong with a few friends, not even noticing that you’re standing across the room.

“Yo, Bakugo! Our new neighbor’s here.” Kirishima beckoned, his mouth full of nachos as he turned to go to the other room with his other friends. After hearing his loud outburst and completely missing his shot because of it, he groaned and walked over to you.

“Glad you showed up. You would’ve made me look like a loser if you didn’t show up.” He teased, wrapping his arm around your waist to lead you over to the couch. The night started smoothly, drinking flowing and laughs shared as you both got to know each other.

“So you moved here a week ago. What brings you here?” He asked, sipping his beer. He doesn’t need to know the exact reason as to why you wandered here. Truth is, you’ve done some dark things in your past; things you don’t exactly regret no matter how gruesome.

“I just… love Japan.” You lie, your mind flashing to blood on your hands -- a blade clutched within your fingertips. You blink a few times when Bakugo turns away to greet a friend, trying to shake your flashback. Bakugo turns over to you, his eyes locked on your cleavage as he leans in close to you.

“Wanna go upstairs?” He asks randomly, tilting your chin up to his face and kissing your lips just about as randomly as that question. It didn’t make any sense how much control this man has over your thoughts -- over your body. Before you knew it you were upstairs in his room parting your thighs for him, feeling him deep inside your soaked cunt. It felt as if every thrust of his hips tugged at your heart strings, falling deeper in love -- yes in love.

Bakugo may just be using you for a quick fuck, but fine by you. As long as you can smell him, feel him, taste him; it didn’t matter. Or maybe it did. Maybe the sight of Bakugo with another woman would drive you mad. Maybe he was meant to be yours and he just didn’t know how much he loves you yet. You’ll show him, but for now you just claw at his back as his hips snap in harsh thrusts.

“Like that? Huh, slut?” He slurred in your ear, taking your breasts into his hands and squeezing tightly. You moan out in response, feeling your soul combine with his with every glide of his cock against your slick walls. His mean words sound like a love poem to you, relishing in his demeaning tone as he fucked your thoughts right out of your head. At this point you’re soaking, hearing your own wetness squelch when you cream around him. A knot forms in your stomach, whining when you feel him hitting your spongy spot with sloppy slaps of skin to skin.

“U-Uuhh, fuck, Y/N.” He moaned when he felt you get tighter, moving faster to get you both to the finish line of pleasure. The sound only drove you into euphoria, wanting to hear him moan your name for the rest of your life.

“‘M yours, Katsu. Anything you want. I’ll do anything to make you feel good. Anythin’ for you.” You plea, Bakugo groaning in response. It almost sounded endearing but being as you had only just met today and you’re this devoted to pleasing him is a little weird. Still, the thought of someone as hot as you at his every beck and call whenever he felt an ache in his cock sounded amazing.

“Dirty little slut. So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” He grunts. His lips latch onto your swollen nipples, running his tongue over it to cause chills to run up and down your spine.

The knot in your stomach snaps as your mind blurs, only feeling an intense sensation of pleasure when you feel him cum in thick ropes inside you. Bakugo’s head hangs back as his hips ride out your highs, groaning as he looks at your fucked out state.

“Good, huh? Shiit.” He groaned, pulling his softening cock out of your used pussy. You whine at the loss, feeling like he just pulled out a piece of your heart with his dick. The careless and sloppy act of him wiping his cum from your thighs was the most romantic act of kindness you’d ever received, looking at him like a love sick puppy as he tossed the soiled towel into his hamper. After flopping into bed next to you, he was out like a light as he lay on his stomach. He let you stay there that night. In his room. The place he lives most of his day. A sudden rush of adrenaline surges through your body as you carefully climb out of bed, creeping around his room to look at all his stuff. You find his closet and steal a hoodie or two, moaning softly when you catch his scent still engraved in the fabric.

You fall to the floor as you inhale the faint scent of his cologne, nearly orgasming a second time that night as you writhe on the floor. Staring at the ceiling, you ponder about your potential life with Katsuki; even though you haven't even known him for 24 hours yet. What if you get pregnant from having sex with him tonight? Wouldn’t that just be wonderful? He’d be yours forever. No one could ever come between you.

You loved Katsuki, loved him. He doesn’t know he loves you yet, you thought. Having sex with him seemed to link you to him forever. This drunken hook up was destiny -- hell it was fate. You can’t wait to move in here and carry his child. You can’t wait to share the rest of your lives together raising a family once that red headed idiot moved out. What was his name again? He’s a little too close to Katsuki. Way too close. Was he trying to steal him? Trying to keep you away from him? You’ll put a stop to that. By any means necessary. Katsuki doesn’t have a choice. 

“Y/N? Why are you on the floor?”

[collecting-stories]

Jealous - Luke Patterson

Summary: You bring a friend to a concert with you and Luke gets the wrong idea. 

A/N: this it like, alive!Luke, it’s also like 3k long 😭😭

Julie and the Phantoms Masterlist

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Luke pouted, leg twitching as he looked around the small venue that Alex had booked them that night. The doors had only just opened and people were beginning to stream in. They’d played shows before but Luke was still surprised watching people come through the doors. He honestly couldn’t believe anyone had bought tickets. There was no doubt in Luke’s mind that they were the greatest band ever but seeing other people agree with that sentiment always made him feel like he was on cloud nine. Hanging a little over the second-floor balcony of the venue, watching every person that walked through the door, he wanted to be excited but his nerves had nothing to do with the show tonight.  

“Would you chill man?” Alex chided, tapping Luke’s arm with a bottle of water. “She’ll be here.”

“She hasn’t missed a performance yet.” Reggie pointed out, spinning on a stool that he’d nabbed from the bar.

“Yeah, I know that.” Luke insisted, standing up but glancing back over his shoulder, “she said she’d make it before doors though...”

Ever since Julie had started playing with the guys, you had started hanging around more. You were embarrassed to say but you and Julie had been little more than friendly neighbors before she’d starting renting out her garage for band practice. The first time you’d heard the loud music coming from the Molina’s yard you’d gone to inspect and found the doors open and a band rehearsing inside. Needless to say, it was that first meeting that had cemented yours and Luke’s relationship. Not exactly more than friends but certainly not just friends. The more you came around the more the two of you danced around your feelings for each other and the more you neglected your other friends.  

-

“Just, don’t say anything to the guys-”

“You mean, don’t say anything to Luke.” Julie countered, standing at her locker with you in between classes. Tonight, was the show at the Voltage Lounge and they’d been stoked about it since they got the gig. You would’ve been equally stoked, and you were, until you realized it was also your best friend’s birthday and you had promised to get dinner together.  

“Look, I’ll be there, before doors, I promise. But I’ve kinda been ditching my other friends lately and I promised Mikey that we’d get dinner for his birthday.” You replied, shutting your locker and walking with Julie toward the music room.  

“Don’t you think not telling Luke you’re going out with another guy would be worse than saying you’re gonna be a little late to the show?” Julie countered. She grabbed a seat by Flynn and you sat on the other side, leaning forward to keep the conversation going.  

“I just don’t want him thinking I’m ditching the performance okay, me and Mikey are just friends...as are me and Luke.” You replied, though even saying it sounded like a lie. You knew as well as Julie and Flynn that you were avoiding mentioning the dinner because you didn’t want Luke to get the wrong idea.  

“You tell yourself that.” Flynn chided, pulling a face at you, clearly not believing you at all.  

“We are.”

“Yeah, and anytime he sings anything even slightly romantic he looks right at you.”

“It’s true,” Julie piped up, “he’s been coming up with a lot more love songs recently. Whenever I ask him about it he just says he wants us to have a balanced song pool or something.”  

“We’re not a thing.” You insisted. “I’m going to dinner and then I’ll be at the show...simple as that. Just, don’t say anything.”  

Julie agreed, throwing out some lame excuse about you having to go over your grandparents’ house before the show as a reason that you weren’t going to the venue with them like you usually did. Getting booked somewhere as a headliner was still fairly new to them and you always liked to be there in the moments before the show started, an extra person to reassure them that they completely and totally deserved all of this.  

While you didn’t think your absence would be felt too exponentially, it definitely was. Luke had been unusually antsy since they’d gotten there. He was always eager to get onstage but this was different, he kept looking over the railing as if he was going to hurl and rush out of the venue. Reggie tried reassuring him that everything was fine but nothing seemed to calm his nerves.  

“Hey, ten minutes alright, start getting ready,” one of the crew said, scribbling something on his clipboard.

“Okay, thanks.” Julie nodded, looking back over the railing as he left, the calm she was trying to portray immediately washing away when she saw you walk into the venue. Any other time she would’ve been jumping for joy but you weren’t alone and she could only assume that the guy with you was the Mikey you had mentioned earlier in the day. “So we should-” as she turned to address them, hopefully distract Luke, Reggie caught sight of you in the crowd.

“Look!” He nudged Luke’s arm, pointing you out, “she made it.”

Julie grimaced as Luke looked over the balcony and down into the crowd. It took him a moment to find you but Julie and Alex could pinpoint the exact moment that he did. A flicker of happiness at the sight of you, quickly washed away and turned into, first confusion, and then something akin to anger. He frowned, eyebrows furrowing as he watched you get a spot on his side, talking the whole time to the guy with you.  

“Who the fuck is that?” He asked.  

You had told Julie that your plan was to go, get through dinner with Mikey, and then come straight to the venue for the show. A simple enough evening, and you’d expected it to go off without a hitch except Mikey got curious about who you were texting and guilted you into inviting him along.  

“So, this band?” Mikey asked, looking around the small venue, “how’d you become a groupie?”

“I’m not a groupie. Julie and I are friends.” You stressed, scrunching your nose up as the lights dimmed and the people around you screamed in excitement.  

The anticipation was palpable and, truthfully, you were right there with the other concert goers around you, excited by the prospect of seeing Julie and the Phantoms perform live. It wasn’t something that was new for you, a front row seat to all their rehearsals was part of your everyday life and yet, something about seeing them perform live like this, with a crowd that so responsive to them, only added to the adrenaline coursing through you.  

As the guys ran out on stage, Alex, then Reggie, then Luke, and finally Julie, the noise level around you seemed to pick up. But there was something off, something that didn’t quite sync with you that settled as the first chords sounded. You frowned, realizing, as Luke purposely missed you when he scanned the crowd, exactly what it was that you were feeling. It wasn’t accidental in the slightest, Julie met your gaze more than once and so did Reggie and Alex but Luke was ignoring you. He was very intentionally ignoring you standing there in the very front row, pressed against the barricade in front of him.

It was as if someone had knocked all the air out of your chest. Somehow that loud, crowded venue where you could feel the bass pounding in your stomach, felt empty. You felt small and invisible and even when Mikey shouted in your ear that they were actually an awesome band you lacked the excitement to tell him that they were the best band ever. You just nodded. And as much as you wanted to look away from Luke, a silent “two can play at this game”, you didn’t. Instead, you just kept watching him, waiting for him to look your way and somehow explain what was going on that had him acting like you didn’t exist.  

-

The encore ended, the boys each running off the stage before Julie, Luke standing at the side waiting for her as she waved one last time to the crowd before setting the mic back in its stand and running off. The mass of people who had been screaming lulled into a buzz, some of them leaving as others lingered, waiting for the band to come back out to sign autographs and take pictures.  

You walked Mikey to the merch table while other people hung around chatting with each other, the house lights up so that you could actually see as you walked. Flynn stood behind the table and she waved when she saw you.  

“I’ll catch you later, thanks for letting me tag along.” He said, hanging at the door for a minute.

“Yeah totally, thanks for coming. Happy birthday,” you hugged him and then circled back to Flynn, stepping behind the table and sitting down on the stool.  

“Girl, you do not seem happy.” Flynn commented as she grabbed a sweatshirt from one of the boxes and handed it across the table to a fan.  

“I’m just...” you shrugged, looking back down toward the stage, “confused?”  

“Did something happen with Mikey?” She asked.  

You handed a shirt from one of the bins to her as she rung up a sale, jumping in to ask a few people what they needed as she waited on a group of girls. When they had all finally dispersed, the line lulling for a moment, you turned back to Flynn, “no...I mean other than him inviting himself along. No, it was Luke...he was like, it sounds dumb to say it but, it was like he was ignoring me.”

“Maybe he didn’t see you?” She suggested, attempting to be reassuring.  

“He saw me. Then he just, acted like he didn’t the whole rest of the night.” You replied, “I don’t know...it felt shitty.”

“You know who you should tell that to?”

“Luke?” You asked, already knowing her answer. Flynn was the queen of confrontation.  

“Exactly.”

You frowned, the last thing you wanted to do was talk to Luke. If he was going to ignore you the way he had on stage, Flynn had been trying to make you feel better but you knew he was avoiding you for some reason. He always made it a point to find you in the crowd but tonight he had looked anywhere but you.  

A few straggling fans shouted excitedly and you looked passed the table to see that the guys and Julie had come out from backstage for meet and greets. As they spread out to talk to people, Reggie moved toward the merch stand, parking himself close enough to you that he could chat with you without drawing too much attention. You knew it was on purpose, that was usually Luke’s spot but tonight he stayed all the way down by the stage, almost reluctant to be out on the floor.  

“Hey, great job.” You mentioned, grabbing a water bottle from under the table and handing it to Reggie. He took it gratefully, taking a sip before setting it on the floor beside him and beginning to greet the group of fans that had hung back to say hello to him.  

When there was a spare minute between signing and taking pictures, he moved down the table, closer to you then before, leaning against a bare patch of wood where Flynn had already cleared away shirts. “Who was that guy you came with?” Reggie asked, looking back at you as you took one of the larger hoodies out of a box and pulled it on. Without the people, the venue had started to get cold.  

“My friend Mikey, it was his birthday and he’s been bugging me to hang out. He tagged along really and I didn’t wanna ditch him...” you replied, coming around the side of the table, “I didn’t really think it’d be an issue.”

“Oh, it's not with me. We need all the fans we can get right?” Reggie joked, “did he like our music?”

“Yeah, totally loved it.”  

The last of the concert goers finally made it to the door, waving to Reggie one last time as they walked passed the closed down merch stand. He waved back and you turned to watch them leave, back to the stage.  

“Hey, can we talk?” Luke’s voice came from behind you and you looked over your shoulder to him, standing there with his plaid jacket over a black band tee. His hair was pushed off his forehead from sweat and he was frowning already, not exactly the version of him you wanted to talk to. You couldn’t help that longing feeling for the Luke that would come off stage and wrap you in a sweaty hug guaranteed to piss of fans.  

“Uh yeah, of course...I need to talk to you too.” You replied, turning fully toward him as Reggie stood up, grabbing his water and heading back down toward the stage. Flynn came around the merch stand, following after him, leaving you and Luke alone.  

A beat passed between you and he ran his hand through his hair, trying and failing to fix the sweaty mess. Unable to stand the silence, you started talking, “you guys were awesome...as usual.”  

“Yeah, thanks.” He had asked to talk to you but he wasn’t really sure how to start the conversation he wanted to have and he couldn’t bring himself to really meet your eyes, his gaze flickering passed you every few seconds.  

“Would’ve been even better if you weren’t ignoring me all night,” you blurted.  

That seemed to be the push he needed to react, “yeah well, you brought some date with you? After the other night...” he trailed off for a moment, meeting your eyes finally, “I mean, that wasn’t nothing.”

-

Band practice had ended earlier than usual and, while you sat on the couch trying to win a particularly difficult level of candy crush on Luke’s phone, everybody else discussed a pizza run for dinner. You raised your hand to vote for extra cheese but didn’t look up when Julie left to go and Reggie and Alex walked out onto the driveway to play basketball. You didn’t look up until Luke dropped down on the couch next to you, putting his chin on your shoulder.

“How’s it going?” He asked, keeping his eyes on his phone screen as you turned your head, so close that your nose almost brushed his cheek.  

“Good?” You said, drawing the word out as you looked at him skeptically, “can I ask why you’re so close to me?”  

“So, you can bask in my awesomeness?” Luke teased, wrapping his arm around your waist.  

“I think the only thing I’m basking in is your post-rehearsal sweat.” You joked, shifting a little so that his chin fell off your shoulder and you were facing him. You set his phone down on the coffee table, giving your whole attention to Luke.  

He smiled at you, eyes searching yours. There was no denying that very specific look that Luke seemed to get, one you could never quite name but always recognized. He would smile, a soft sort of piercing look that you couldn’t look away from on his face. And you were always hypnotized by it, feeling like maybe you should distract yourself from it but never really wanting to.  

“What are we doing?” You chanced asking, meeting his gaze and holding it.

“What’da ya mean?” He asked, grin still on his face and you felt like he’d gotten closer but you didn’t move.

“You’re staring at me.”

“You’re staring at me.” He echoed.  

“Luke.” You wanted to roll your eyes but you also didn’t want to look away, even for a split second.  

He leaned closer, the joking air that had been dissipating completely gone now. You licked your lips, trying to keep yourself calm as Luke moved in. One second, he was looking at you and the next your eyes were closing, his lips pressed against yours and his grip on your waist tightening.  

The kiss didn’t last long. The doors to the garage creaked open and you both pulled away, looking anywhere but at each other as Julie walked in with pizza. Alex and Reggie came in behind her and Luke stood up, grabbing a stack of magazines off the coffee table and moving them out of the way. You picked up his phone, unlocking it and opening candy crush again to distract yourself.  

-

Neither of you had discussed the kiss, mostly because you were too afraid that if you brought it up he would tell you that it was just a mistake. Some spur of the moment thing that happened but that he didn’t really mean. You hadn’t even told Julie or Flynn about it.  

But now you were standing at the empty merch table with him and he was acting like you had purposely tried to hurt him. A ‘date’ he had called it and all at once you realized exactly what he thought had happened.  

“No, no,” you shook your head, “Mikey wasn’t a date.”  

“You didn’t say you were bringing Mikey with you to our show.” Luke replied, your best friend’s name rolling off his tongue like a curse.  

“He was bugging me about not hanging out recently and it’s his birthday so we were supposed to go out for dinner but I kept mentioning you…the band…and he wanted to come to the show.” You tried to explain.  

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” It was stupid to ask, technically you didn’t owe him any explanation at all. You could bring whoever you wanted but he couldn’t help feeling affronted by it.  

“I didn’t want you to think I was gonna ditch the show. And…I didn’t want you to think it was a date.” You replied. “The kiss wasn’t nothing and I should’ve talked to you about it sooner cause…I really like you and it felt really shitty to be ignored tonight.”  

Luke rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m sorry, I was just pissed when I saw you with some other guy.”

“Mikey’s just a friend.” You replied, “I like you Luke, I like when you pretend to play the guitar badly to make me laugh and I like when we hang out without everyone else and just do nothing or go to the beach and I like going out with you at midnight to get ice cream cause neither of us can sleep and I don’t want to date anyone else…I want you.”  

“I want you too.” Luke said, stepping closer to you. When he reached for your hands, you laced your fingers with his. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours again, the salty taste of sweat from playing a show still there on his mouth as you kissed him back.  

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Comfy, my darling, I come requesting the delight that is Jaskier as Persephone! Please and thank you 🐺🌼

HAPPY FUCKIN BIRTHDAY BABE!!!!

Ily and i’m very glad we’re interweb friends!!!

Pomegranate Seeds

I took some heavy creative liberties here and twisted the myth a little bit for the sake of the vibes. Geralt is Hades, Jask is Persephone and that’s the only character crossover bc I wanna give them all my attention. There will be more too 🥰

Warnings: ...none? jask runs away? its greek but like we got rid of the shitty bits.

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Geralt seethed as he stalked up the winding path through the gardens of Mt. Olympus. He liked the underworld. It was his home, his realm, and more importantly, his brothers never ventured there without warning. He grumbled about the ‘fucking humans being needy and bothering him’ as he cut through an orchard.

As he neared the largest tree, he slowed his walk, feeling his irritation melt away little by little as he heard an entrancing voice floating from its upper branches. The song was sorrowful and filled with a simmering resentment Geralt had never heard anywhere but his own thoughts. He came to stop under the tree and leaned against its trunk, listening in rapture. 

When the voice went quiet, he spoke without thinking, “That was beautiful.”

There was a yelp and a couple cracking branches before a young god dropped almost gracefully to the ground, “It’s rude to eavesdrop.”

“Is it?” Geralt chuckled, still leaning against the tree and watching the god closely as he righted himself and brushed his soft brown hair out of his eyes, “I live with the dead. They don’t talk much.” 

“Oh?” there was a flirtatious glint to the younger god’s blue eyes before he finally put two and two together, “Oh! Oh no, you’re- shit- My apolog-”

“No need,” Geralt interrupted, “I intruded on your singing,” he hummed with a sly smile as he brushed past the confused god to amble along his path to the wretched meeting he was due at. 

“I- well, yes you did! Why?” the god seemed to get his wits about him as he jogged to catch up. 

Geralt shrugged, slowing his walk, “I… appreciate the lyrics.”

“I’m Jaskier. By the way,” the singer bounced along in front of Geralt, walking backwards as he chattered, “You appreciate my mourning the loss of my autonomy? That I am forever to be singing in a garden to make things grow just because of my mother?” 

“Demeter’s Jaskier?” Geralt frowned, knowing very well how Demeter liked to control her human pets. He couldn’t imagine how… well yes. He could imagine what kind of a controlling mother she would be. Gea had been no picnic after all. 

Jaskier wrinkled his nose and nodded. 

“You don’t want to sing?”

Jaskier spun on his heel and fell into step next to Geralt, “I love to sing. But I want to do it for me. Making it a duty sullies the… the…” he trailed off for a bit, staring at the blossoms and fruits in the trees with his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth. Geralt found it unreasonably endearing and waited patiently for him to find the word.

“When I sing for myself it is cleansing. When I do it for others it feels disingenuous and wrong.” Jaskier decided. Clearly, he had been spending time with the muses. 

Geralt nodded, “You want more than what you’ve been offered here.”

“Yes!”

They had, to Geralt’s dismay, come to the edge of the orchard.

Geralt stopped and faced Jaskier, a slight upturn in his lips, “Maybe you should find what pleases you.”

Jaskier smiled like the glittering diamonds embedded in the walls of Geralt’s palace, nodding fervently as Geralt turned to go. Just before he was out of reach he heard the singer whisper, “I think I just did…” 

_

Geralt paid even less attention to the discussion than usual, his mind wandering back to Jaskier. He decided, as he glared at his brother boasting of his bastard child and that bull thing he’d made, that he would find Jaskier and… and what? He wanted to whisk him away to his realm and spoil him with fine jewels and the most delicate of silks. He wanted to hear that voice and see that brilliant smile everywhere he went. 

But that was selfish.

How could someone so full of life and ambition ever be happy in the underworld? He couldn’t possibly expect Jaskier to leave the color and warmth of the surface world behind for a shadowy cave system that barely qualified as Geralt’s palace. There would only be Geralt and the Furies for an audience, for the most part, and the only trees in his courtyards were haggard at best. No child of the harvest would flourish there. 

He left the way he’d come, hoping to find Jaskier in the orchard again, but he was long gone by the time all the other gods had aired their ‘concerns’. 

Weeks passed and Geralt found himself even more withdrawn than usual. 

His time was spent glaring down at his pathetic little courtyard with the one tree still bearing fruit. He had always been resentful to have been stuck below ground, where the humans feared him and the other gods judged him for having made a home. Bitching and moaning wouldn’t make anything better, so he played the hand he was dealt and enjoyed his solitude. But now? Now he was simply bubbling with rage. Had he been made god of the sea this wouldn’t be a problem. He would pick a comfortably private but not secluded inlet, build his lovely little singer a castle, and spend all their free days wandering the beach.

Not that he’d laid awake at night thinking about it. 

He dealt with his duties with a biting tongue and vicious sneer as he pondered what to do with himself. 

Nothing seemed to satisfy.

Finally, he made a decision. He would pay Jaskier a visit and ask to hear the song one last time. Just once before he promised to leave the lively singer alone. 

When he arrived at the gates to Mt. Olympus, he expected to have to search for Jaskeir or at least search out his voice.  

Jaskier, however, was furiously charging down the path, his angry scowl turning into a feral grin when he recognized Geralt, “Oh! Hello! This is perfect! I was just coming to find you!” 

Geralt blinked, “Find me? Where would I be but home?” 

“Here. Apparently,” Jaskeir pointed out, with raised eyebrows.

“I’m here to find you,” Geralt smiled, feeling something akin to hope soothing the loneliness that had nested in his chest. 

Jaskier positively beamed, “I have chosen to find what pleases me. And now that I’ve found you, I would be eternally happy if you absconded with me to your realm.” 

If he were nervous or hesitant in the slightest, Geralt couldn’t see it even as he looked for any hint in his features. 

“You want to come with me to the underworld?” Geralt frowned, not believing his ears.

“Sounds more fun when you say it my way,” Jaskier answered, rubbing at the back of his neck, that little bit of embarrassment and worry finally showing through his facade, “but yes. That is exactly what I want.”

“I have no gardens.”

“All the better.” 

“I would be your only audience.”

“You’re the only audience I’ve cared about since I met you,” Jaskier’s tone became defiant as he puffed up his chest just enough for Geralt to think he did it unintentionally.

Geralt let himself melt a little bit more with his every reply, “The sun doesn’t warm your face in my home.”

“Are your eyes not a brilliant golden warmth enough?”

Geralt blushed for the first time in centuries, “If it is truly what you want…”

Jaskier hesitantly stepped closer, staring Geralt right in the eye, “I want you.”