#man life is rough and I hate thinking...im so dumb bye

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When the Levee Breaks (pt. 5)

Daryl Dixon x OFC

Story Summary: The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her, right?

Chapt Setting: The Farm/Woods

Chapt Warnings: pretty explicit drug use (meth), season 2 Daryl, degrading/sexist language (he’s starting to get better lol), SOPHIA CHAPTER (I think that deserves a warning)

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Daryl’s POV story. Daryl’s starting to be less of a dick, trying really hard to make it feel organic/make it make sense in the story. Idk. This chapter was really rough to write because… it made me sad. Also have no idea if it even makes sense (the hallucination bit, really hope it does) lol ALSO; I looked up some timeline stuff and i just?? Really thought Daryl was out there for days on his own? But apparently he wasn’t? We’re just gonna say that he is in this story. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I can only do so much when the timeline of TWD is fucking stupid sometimes. (I mean it. Come for me. Idc. Rick was in a coma for 59 days without food or water???!?!!!? Bye)

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17+ mdni (no smut in this one tho sorry)

Like fiberglass in my veins, it tears through me. Mellow, at first, almost think I should rail more before I can feel myself sweatin’. Different kinda sweat, comin’ from my fuckin’ soul. 

Haven’t felt like I was doin’ something ‘wrong’ since I was little. That feeling that ch’ya get when you’re doin’ somethin’ ya know you’re not s’possed to. This ain’t the first time I done spazz, but maybe it’ll be the last. The anxiety about doin’ it goes away the second I feel the devil kick me through my nose to the back of my brain. Even though I know it’s comin’, it always feels like gettin’ skullfucked by satan. 

Been out here for a day. I brought Merle’s shit with me because I decided to finally get rid of it somewhere. But I got somethin’ that needs doin’. And anyway, I got years of experience with ice. Not doin’ it. Sometimes doin’ it. Never let Merle know, he’d’ve made some big whoop ‘bout it. And everytime he’d gone and done more than he remembered, he woulda blamed me. Shit though, sometimes it was. 

M’not like Merle and Beatle. Ain’t an addict. Can do shit and put it down. Always been able to put it down. Figured other people could too, that they just didn’t wanna. ‘m not sure, but still kinda think that. 

Never felt fuckin’ guilty about it before, though. Fuckin’ Beatle. I’unno if it’s cuz I’d be done with her if she did the same shit, or if it’s cuz I know if she knew that I was - she’d be mad at me. Mad I didn’t invite ‘er. 

But this shit ain’t for fuckin’ playtime. Only reason ‘m even doin’ it i’so I can find Sophia. So I can stay awake, focus, and get ‘er back. They use ta use this shit in war. War’s the reason methamphetamines even exist. Nazi’s? Hell, every single one of ‘em in WWII. Kamikazi’s loaded up, totally fuckin’ wasted outta their minds on crystal while they bolted ‘em in. Kept ‘em awake, kept ‘em happy, kept ‘em focused on the mission. Tha’s what I gotta do. 

I can’t stop lookin’ til I find ‘er. Sophia. ‘m the only one that can, only one that knows how. And anymore, ‘m the only one that seems to give a shit. ‘Sides Carol. And Beatle. She wanted ta come. Told her she’d only slow me down. Distract me. Drawn more geeks. She woulda. Told her I didn’t need food either but she packed me some anyway. Knew I wasn’t gonna be hungry. Knew I was gonna use this dumb shit to help. But whatever. 

Doesn’t matter what happens to me, right? My life’s not worth nothin’, not compared to that little girl. Now that her old man’s outta the picture she actually got a chance. Maybe not mucha one, not the way shit is these days. But she got ‘er mom. And ‘er mom can actually be ‘er mom now. Not scared of some piece’a shit prick that finally got what was comin’ to ‘im. 

Man fuck that guy.

The trail I’m followin’ disappears so I backtrack to the mangroves where I found her doll and try to find another one. 

I start to wonder what kinda old man Beatle had. What kinda mom? Startin’ ta realize I don’t know a damn thing about Beatle. I know she likes drinkin’, she likes laughin’, she likes fuckin’ with me. But… 

Beatle keeps surprisin’ me. Not just because she let me hump her face a few days ago, the fact that she liked it, shit I haven’t even had a second to process that. Nah, more cuz she hasn’t brought it up. Hasn’t tried to hold my hand again. Hasn’t been annoyin’ me nearly as much. Not even at all, if ‘m honest. 

My brain’s goin’ a million miles a fuckin’ second over Beatle and what happened between us. Not just the other night, but back then. Got questions that need answerin’ but she ain’t here. Try to keep myself occupied with trackin’ but it ain’t like trackin’ takes much thinkin’. Follow every trail I pick up, but none of ‘em lead me to Sophia. 

I’d prob’ly start gettin’ really frustrated about this, but that’s what crystals good for. All the dopamine I need, and nothin’s annoyin’. Focus.

✨🏹 

Bent branches, wilted leaves, mud impressions, walker guts. Trees and rocks and blood and mud and dirt and greens and browns and reds and blacks. And it’s dark and it’s light and it’s dark. And it smells fuckin’ rotten. Bent branches, wilted leaves, another trail, another dead end, another undead shithead. Bent branches, wilted leaves, mud impressions, Beatle. 

How many times did I go into Merle’s bag and take the devils dick up my nose? Cuz Beatle’s standin’ here right in front of me. ‘Cept she’s all done up in makeup and glitter and her pupils are the size of dimes. Little pink crop top, tiniest pair’a daisy dukes I ever seen. ‘n she’s in my face sayin’ the shit I been thinkin’ about her sayin’ since that day she said it. 

“I like you, Dar.” 

“You like bein’ fucked up more.” I say it like I said it the last time. 

“That’s not true! I mean - I like you, Daryl.” She steps closer, tries to put her hand on my cheek before I brush her off. She slumps back a little, turning away. “You like me, too. You said it.” 

My hearts in my fuckin’ throat and I’m standin’ there, this can’t be fuckin’ happening. I know is’not but doesn’t make it feel any less real. “Tha’ was before I really knew ya, Beatle.” 

Hate that I said that to ‘er. Did I really say that? Cuz maybe that’s how I felt. Hell, maybe that’s how I felt last week. But it ain’t fair. I don’t know her. Still. Now. Don’t know ‘er at all. Thought I did. Thought I understood what kinda girl did those kindsa things. Is that really what I said? Fuck.

She’s still turned away from me, but I walk the half circle around to look at her face. And she’s sobbing. Silently, trying to stay as still as possible. I… I don’t remember this part. Maybe I didn’t see it? Nah, I saw it. Just didn’t care. Didn’t wanna look at ‘er. Didn’t want to hear her lame ass confession. Especially after she’d brought up that I told ‘er I liked ‘er. She sniffles and wipes her face before she pulls a bubble pipe out of the waistband of her shorts and lights the bottom, starts smokin’ it. She asks if I want a hit, like last time. 

I go to say no, but the words don’t come out. Instead my hand reaches for it. I look back up and Beatle’s dressed all different. Baggy jeans and a bikini top. That night. Fuck. Shit. I don’t want to relive that night. 

“I promise, I won’t tell Merle.” She says, handing me her lighter. And I smoke it. Inhaling the vapor slowly like she had. “You gotta sip at it, like it’s a coffee and you’re drinking the air to see if it’s still too hot. Roll the bowl or it will burn.” I do it the way she says. She’s like ten years younger than me, but she looks at me - talks to me like it don’t matter. Like she don’t see it that way. Guess I don’t either, never really did. 

I’d never wanted to smoke it before. But that night I wanted to. With her. Woulda done anything she’d asked that night ‘fore she ruined it. I ruined it. Til it got all fucked up an’ it was never the same again. Not the way I saw her, not the way she looked at me. 

I’m goin’ through memories like they’re happening all over again. Feelin’ fuckin’ sick. I don’t wanna remember this. 

I hand the pipe back to her and she asks, “How do you feel?” 

“Fine.” 

“Just fine?” She smiles. 

“Good.” I clarify. 

“Good.” 

Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “I think I like you, Beatle.” 

She laughs too hard, “you think?” I feel myself getting sicker and angry again all at once. 

I split in half. One half feelin’ those same feelings I felt. That this conceited fuckin’ bitch really acts like everyone likes her. I hear her words and it sounds like she’s sayin’ ‘well obviously’ - but the other halfa me hears it like a real question. Like she wanted ta know what I meant. I don’t remember how I responded then, but I can hear myself say it, “Self-obsessed cunt.” 

Beatle laughs, “Is that what you like about me?” 

My misunderstanding continues; Thought she was pickin’ on me. Makin’ funna me. All these years. All this time. Thought she was fuckin’ laughin’ at me. Never told a girl I liked her. Not that I never did like one, just never told ‘em. Not like some teenage fuckin’ confessional. And I do and what?  she just laughs.  

Shit. 

Cuz inside ‘m screaming. Screamin’ at myself ta say somethin’ different. To jus’ tell her. She’s special, she’s exciting, and when she smiles at the shit I say it makes me feel like I’m the only one in the fuckin’ world to her. Tha’s what she wants ta here. Tha’s why she’s askin’. 

“Nah. Forget it.” She nods, and I thought she did forget it.  She forgot until she brings it up again in the memory I already re-lived. 

Tha’s how I was so damn sure she didn’t give a single shit about if I liked her or not. Didn’t bring it up again for months. Didn’t give a single shit about me at all. Felt stupid for ever thinkin’ she might. Just a dumb crush on a dumb girl, and I forgot everything about it. An’ every little thing she did that made me like ‘er ended up as somethin’ else I hated.  And every time I saw her after that she was fucked up on somethin’. Meth or booze or weed. Usually all three. 

It comes at me like a fuckin’ freight train, her lips crashing into mine, but this time I want it. Don’t wanna stop kissin’ ‘er. Instead my arms move and I push her down to the ground. She’s wearing the crop top again, can tell she’d been cryin’. She’s layin’ there in the rocks lookin’ up at me and I flash back to the living room where this happened, where she’d told me she liked me back. I wanna beat the shit outta myself for makin’ her look like that. 

How didn’t I see it? 

I did see it. I just didn’t care. Thought I knew what kinda girl did those kinds’a things. 

Wonderin’ what kind of old man she had. What kinda boyfriends before she met me. How maybe she’s just as fuckin’ scared’a feelin’ stuff as I am. How maybe it took her months to even get up the courage to tell me after I’d told ‘er never mind and slowly started to hate her. How many’a those drinks were for courage? How many’a those hits were cuz she was nervous?

Shit. 

And she’s runnin’ away like she did then. Away from me an’ outta my life until a few weeks ago. I know it ain’t real but I run after her anyway. Screamin’ her name into the open air like maybe somehow I can change it if I can get her to come back. But she’s gone and ‘m still running tryin’ to find her. Screaming for her ‘til my throats hoarse. 

‘Til the walkers hear me. 

✨🏹

Andrea fuckin’ shot me. What is wrong with this fuckin’ group?

✨🏹

Beatle’s in the bedroom with me but I can’t look at ‘er. Don’t wanna. Feels like she knows what I was doin’ out in them woods without ‘er. Like she can see the dirty shit in my soul and for some reason it makes me ill. Can’t look at ‘er. Knowin’ I hurt ‘er like that all that time ago. Knowin’ it now like I ain’t ever known anything else. 

It’s just me ‘n her and she doesn’t try to talk to me. Just lets me lay there hatin’ myself for all of it. Didn’t even find Sophia. 

Spent a lot of my days in my life hatin’ myself. Thinkin’ I was good for nothin’. Now ‘m sure of it. 

I feel the bed move under the weight of her. She hugs herself around me, and like some pathetic kid I fuckin’ cry. Don’t know if she can tell or not but she tries comforting me anyway. “It’s okay, Dar. You did your best.” Her voice… how could I have ever thought it was annoying? Her bein’ so nice just makes me hate myself more. 

“Lea‘me alone, Beatle.” Shakin’ her arm out from around me. She gets off the bed and sits back in the chair she’d been in. God, I fuckin’ hate myself. Wanna scream No, come back. I didn’t mean it. 

Still got question’s that need answerin’. This time Beatles right here, and I ain’t got nothin’ to lose. “Why were you naked in Merle’s room?” Grateful that she’s sittin’ behind me. Don’t think I could talk to ‘er ‘bout this stuff if she was lookin’ at me. Right now? If I saw her face? Don’t think I could talk at all. 

She laughs. Fuck her stupid fuckin’ laugh. “I still can’t believe you think I fucked around with Merle.” 

“Why not? Y’all hung out every other day.” My voice is sharp, feels like she’s laughin’ at me again. Always feels like everyone’s laughin’ at me. 

“We all hung out every other day, Dar.” 

“Stop callin’ me tha’.” 

“I was carpet surfing. Your dumbass brother spilled all the schkag all over the damn place.” 

Oh…. But, “Ya didn’t have any clothes on.” 

“I never had any clothes on, Daryl. You sure I wasn’t just wearing something ‘slutty’? You know, like you always said I was? Cuz I don’t remember, but I’ve never been naked with Merle. Ever. Sounds fuckin’ gross.”

Oh. 

It made sense. Makes so much sense, ‘specially now. She keeps talkin’ an’ ‘m grateful cuz if I tried to say anything else I’d start fuckin’ cryin’ again. “I liked you, man. I…” she stops herself. Wanna beg her to keep goin’ but I can’t. 

Instead I ask ‘er the only question I got left, “Why’d ya leave, then? Ya left ‘n ya never came back.” 

She’s silent for a long time. “When you and Merle moved, where’d you go?” 

She did come back. 

“Why’d ya leave, Beatle?” Doesn’t matter where Merle and I went. She’s avoidin’ the question. 

“Got sober. After that night… with you. Wanted to get sober. Wanted to…” she don’t say the rest but she don’t need to. I got it. Fuck, my heart can’t take it. 

“Cuz I said ya liked gettin’ fucked up more than ya liked me.” It ain’t a question. I know. 

“Think it was more the other thing you said.” 

Tha’ was before I really knew ya, Beatle. I can still taste the words. “Shouldn’t’a said that to ya.” My voice is barely a whisper. 

She gets back up on the bed and puts her arm around me again, this time I don’t shake her away. Her voice, so close to my ear, “I didn’t want to tell you that I came back. I didn’t want you to know that I got sober for you.” 

What? “Why not?” 

“Wasn’t sure you’d care. And if you did… I didn’t want you to have all the what-ifs in your head that I have in mine.” 

She hugs herself into me so tight it’s hard to breathe, and she tells me, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” 

I feel guilty, can’t take any of that back. Can’t make any of it better. I don’t deserve this. Her. After all the nasty shit I ever thought about her. After what I did to her the other night. I can’t bring myself to tell her to leave cuz I know she wants to be here. Don’t wanna make her cry again. 

So I let her hold me. Even though I don’t fuckin’ deserve it. 

[annab-nana]

Who Is He - Colby Brock

While at a normal day of work, Y/n gets an influx of images of what looks like Colby all over another girl. Distraught, she leaves work, talks to her best friend, and goes home to deal with her “cheating” boyfriend.

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 2.6k+

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"I'm going on break, Mel. See you in thirty!" I say as I grab my wallet and head out the door to the food court. Melanie waves at me before I exit. Mel and I both work at a boutique in the mall called EnEx, short for Envious Expressions. I have several work friends, but Mel and I are the closest.

I make it to the food court, grab me some Chinese food, and go back to EnEx to eat in the break room. As I eat, I scroll through my phone, replying to a few texts I received earlier while I was working.

Dev: Hey! What are you doing after work? I was wondering if you wanted to go get our nails done. I NEED to get mine done bad lol

Y/n: I so would but I don't get off until super late at 10:30. How about tomorrow?

Dev: Yesssss! See you tomorrow ❤️

Then I had some messages from Colby.

Colbs💜: im ready for you to be home

Y/n: It's only been a few hours, love

Colbs💜: a few hours too many

Y/n: You'll survive. If I can be without you for all these TFIL and XPLR trips, I'm pretty sure you can be without me while I'm at work.

Colbs💜: i know, you know i love you right?

Y/n: Yes babe, you remind me of that every chance you get. I love you too ❤️

Colbs💜: well i guess i'll let you get back to work baby, see you later

Y/n: Okay bye love

After that, I started scrolling through Instagram, liking several pictures from my friends and fan stuff of Colby and me. I loved that Colby's followers weren't super hateful towards me and our relationship. In the beginning, things were kind of rough but once people realized that I'm not going anywhere and am staying in Colby's life, the hate died down. Now people make edits of me and him both together and separately. Some people even have fan pages of just me, which is still so insane to me and crazy to think about. But I love to just scroll through the ones with me or Colby or the both of us and like the pictures or videos and read the stories. Lots of the stories were so interesting and well-written and some were spot on with our personalities or things we would say. I'm still not used to all of this and I don't think I will truly ever be.

My DMs are also filled with several fans messaging me and I love to talk back with them and get to know them and if I ever get to meet them, it makes the encounter so much better. I normally check them while I'm on my break so that's what I do. However, when I open them, I am not met with the typical fans' messages. I have several direct messages from fans and other random people sending me pictures. Each one I open brings more and more tears to my eyes.

Apparently, Colby was not at Jake’s filming a video as he had told me. He was at the bar and had his arm around another girl. Some pictures had them kissing and in others, they were hugging. Not in any of them could I see his face, but I could see the wolf and moon tattoos that were inked into his triceps clear as day.

Calming myself down was the hard part. I have no idea what to do. I grabbed a napkin and dried my tears before looking at Snapchat to see my reflection. I can't stay at work and focus on folding clothes and running the cash register while these pictures flutter around in my mind. Once I made sure it didn't look like I was just crying, I walked to my boss's door and knocked.

"Come in," Janine said quickly. I pushed the door slightly open and slipped in. Janine's hazel eyes glanced up from the papers she was shuffling through to meet mine. She could tell something was up with me and gestured towards the chair sitting in front of her desk 

"What's wrong y/n?" Janine asked me as she set her papers to the side. She has always understood me, and I love that about her, even though it got on my nerves sometimes.

"Umm... I need to leave. Some personal stuff came up and I can't be here right now." I tell her in hopes she'll understand. She gives me a sad look before nodding her head.

"You can go. I'll call Sadie or Gracey to see if they can cover you and if they can't, I will. Do you want to tell me what's going on or do you want to head on home?" Her sweet voice asks me. I give her a small smile as I stand up.

"I'm going to go home now, but I'll tell you about it next week. Thank you," I say as she stands, and we hug. We say goodbye and I gather my things.

"Where do you think you're going?" I hear Mel chuckle from behind me.

"I'm going to Xepher's because my boyfriend is a piece of shit," I confess to her.

"Woah, what the fuck happened?" Mel grabs my shoulder to turn me around and the tears fill my eyes once again. I pull out my phone and show her the pictures. Her eyes widen as she goes through them all and then she turns my phone off.

"Oh y/n," she whispers before pulling me into her embrace. Her comforting hand runs up and down my back and we pull away from each other. "I've got to head back but go to Xepher's. Tell her I said hey and dump that loser. Love you, girl!" I hug her and grab my stuff before walking to my car.

Once I'm in my car, I let the tears flow as I make my way to my best friend's house. I pull in and walk to her door. My hand knocks against the wood door and my friend comes to it in response.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" She asked as she saw my tear-stained face and pulled me into her apartment. We walked into her living room where Griffin was.

"What happened?" Griffin asked as Xeph sat me down between the two. I explained everything to them and showed them the pictures. There was no denying that it was Colby in the photos. 

"It's obvious that Colby doesn't appreciate you. You deserve so much better," Griffin told me as he wrapped his arms around me, comforting my sobbing self.

"I thought I had a good one, but Xeph, you have the best one out there. Don't let anything happen to him." The two chuckle at my response before getting serious again.

"So, what are you going to do?" Xepher asked me, grabbing my hand and rubbing the back of it with her thumb. I shrugged.

"I don't know. I kind of want to wait it out to see how long he is going to lie to me about it. But if he doesn't say anything in the next few days, then I'm just going to disappear for a week and get a much-needed vacation or something." Xepher gives me an understanding nod before I stand up.

"I'm going to head home now. It's about time for me to come home from work anyway. Wish me luck guys." I say before hugging them both and leaving to take the dreaded journey home.

I walk into my shared apartment with Colby and set my keys down on the counter. The house appears to be empty which makes me even angrier. Who is he out with now without me knowing? I walk past the living room and head to the bedroom.

"Y/n!" I hear Colby's voice ring from the office room. His footsteps approach me, and I feel his arms wrap around my waist and he plants tiny kisses all over the side of my face and neck. I almost forget everything and reciprocate the same feelings, but I hold back.

"Hey, I had a bad day at work and I really just want to shower and go to bed. Sorry, love," I tell him as I pull his arms away from me and walk into the bathroom. He follows and leans against the doorframe.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" He asks me, concern laced in this deep voice. I roll my eyes to myself and turn around to face him.

"Not right now. Maybe later?" I say and he nods. I close the door and turn to face my reflection in the mirror. I felt like I had no more tears left in me and I just looked sad. I stripped my clothes and took a long hot shower. I wrapped myself up in a towel and walked into our bedroom to find something to sleep in. Normally, I would wear one of Colby's shirts and some underwear to bed, but I decided to wear one of my oversized shirts and a pair of shorts. I left to go back to the bathroom and brushed through my hair. Then, I went back to our room and climbed into bed. As soon as I did, I heard his footsteps. I felt the bed dip next to me and soon, his arms found their way around my waist.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about what happened at work today?" Colby whispers in my ear as his hand rubs up and down my side.

"Yes Colby," I reply as I roll onto my stomach, attempting to fall asleep. I feel Colby scoot closer to me and whisper, "I know what will cheer you up."

That sentence is followed by the sensation of a pair of lips against my neck. I tried my best to ignore it, but that proved to be harder than I thought. I couldn't help the way he made me feel and right now, I hate myself for it. His trail of kisses traveled from my neck up to my cheek until they got close to my mouth.

"Colby, I don't want to do this right now," I mumble against his lips. He pulled away from me, sadness and confusion evident upon his face.

"Did I do something? I don't know why, but I'm getting this feeling that you're mad at me," Colby admitted. I rolled my eyes and let out an annoyed huff.

"Well gee, I wonder what gave you that impression," I responded, hearing the immense amount of sarcasm rolling off my tongue. The bitch in me was coming out, but the douche bag in him came out last night when his dumb ass cheated. The level of anger in me was at an all-time high. I don't think I ever been this angry and hurt by someone and the sad thing is that I thought Colby was the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

"Y/n?" I hear his voice call out to me. I sit up and turn around to face him as I watch his face grow sad as he stares at me. A few tears had disobeyed me and fallen out of my eyes anyway.

"Why?" I ask him sincerely as the tears stream down. He reaches for my hand to soothe me, but I pull my hand away, placing it in my lap.

"Why what? I don't know what happened. Why you're so upset?" he questioned. That ticked me off. He knows exactly what he did. I rose to my feet and stood by the window, gazing out of it and watching people walk by. They look so happy. I wish I was as happy as they appeared to be.

"Colby, you know what you did. It's all over Instagram and everyone's been dming me about it. Don't play dumb. It's not a cute look on you." I stated. I could practically feel the anger coursing through my veins. I felt like I could actually explode at any given moment.

By the look on his face, I could tell he was taken back. I've never acted like this around him because he has never given me a good reason to. I don't normally behave this way unless someone seriously pisses me off.

"Y/n, I am being completely honest when I say this, but I have no fucking clue what you are talking about. Will you please just tell me what I did?" he pleaded. My eyes automatically roll again as I reach for my phone that was sitting on the bedside table and open the sunset-colored app. I open my direct messages which have new messages about the subject and toss it to him.

"Explain that," I demand as I fold my arms across my chest and resume my stare out the window. I hear a hum come from him and my gaze becomes fixated on him again.

"That's not me," he tells me as he places my phone down in front of him on the bed.

"What the fuck do you mean it's not you? It looks just like you. The dark hair. A black shirt with black jeans which was what you were wearing last night when you went off to... Where was it you said you went? Oh yeah, filming at Jake’s. I've been to his place and it doesn't look like that. And the fucking moon and wolf tattoos, Colby. How is that not you?" I basically scream at him.

"Did you see my face?" He asks calmly.

"No, but Colby everything else-" I start but he cuts me off.

"DID you see my face?" He reiterates. I let out a sigh of defeat and shake my head.

"No," I almost whisper.

"Do you want me to call Jake and ask him if I was with him last night? Do you want me to ask Kat if he saw me with Jake at Ralph's last night? Do you want me to dm Luke and ask him if he was at the bar last night?" Colby questions me.

"Who's Luke?" I ask him and he grabs my phone before showing me a picture that he had posted on his secret account on Instagram. The image had Colby and another guy, Luke I'm assuming, and they both had the wolf and moon tattoos on the back of their arms. From behind, they look the exact same. Well, I feel like shit.

"You don't have to call anyone. I believe you. I'm sorry. I jumped to conclusions and didn't think." I said as I looked down at the ground. I feel like such a piece of garbage. Colby walked up to me and pulled me into his forgiving embrace. There, I broke into tears. I felt so bad for just assuming that he would do that when I know he wouldn't.

"Hey it's okay. I would have thought the same thing. We look almost identical from that angle. At least I know not to mess with you now, " he laughed which got a small giggle from me.

"I don't want to lose you. That's what I was afraid of, that I had already lost you." I confess as I cry into his chest.

"Y/n, baby, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere," he says, and I pull away from him, only to go in for a kiss.

"I love you," I whisper against his lips, going back in for more.

"I love you more," he whispers back, and a blush rose to my cheeks.

"Now how about you cheer me up the only way you know how?" I whisper seductively in his ear. A cheeky grin spreads across his face and he nods. Picking up where he left off, his lips travel from my lips to my ear where his nibbles on it lightly before whispering in it.

"Maybe Luke should go out more often if it ends up like this."

[tipsyylove]

TEENAGERS; PART SIX

a t t r a c t i v e

you wake up after last night’s fight with yuta. he’s staring at you, and you notice something.

warnings: language

an: i could stare at yuta for a very long amount of time on end and i wouldn’t complain. also, there’s a lot of just cute stuff ig in here so, yeah. alright, here’s part six, fellas.

that next morning, you woke up to your alarm this time. you quickly got up and put on your outfit for the day, and did your makeup. you decided that this look would be cute with a bun, so that's how you did your hair.

you walked outside to find yuta, standing outside his door, staring at you. it wasn't a pleasant stare, it was almost scary. but, in a way, it was almost attractive.

you've never realized how attractive yuta truly is. you've only seen him as your friend, and never really took time to look at his facial features.

his jawline. his plump lips. his sharp nose. his beautiful eyes. his adam’s apple. he was a truly beautiful man. but you don't like him? you like taeyong. this isn't right.

"good morning. you've been staring at me for quite a while, miss (y/n). see something you like?" he broke your thoughts off.

"no, i was just thinking."

"about what? me?"

"no. can we talk later?" you asked.

"yeah." he said, walking downstairs after.

arriving downstairs, you see jaehyun and johnny standing around the kitchen island. they were both on their phones, but still talking. it wasn’t like them, usually, they were pretty social.

“what’s up with you guys?” you asked them.

“what do you mean?” johnny asked, looking up at you.

“you guys are never on your phones, so it looks weird. i don’t know.”

“are you okay, (y/n)? last night was pretty rough.” jaehyun asked.

“yeah, i’m fine. we’re gonna talk later. it’ll pass, hopefully.” you confess.

“well, i hate seeing you guys like this. seeing friends like you guys fight over something so pity.” johnny said.

at that moment, yuta walked back in through the garage door. he didn’t say anything to you guys, he just ran upstairs and grabbed his stuff for school. you guys followed him out of the door, not knowing what to say.

you guys pulled into the k. keopi parking lot. it wasn’t as packed as it usually was this morning, and it seemed weird.

you guys walked in and all ordered your usual, yuta being awful quiet. your orders came quicker than usual, being that you were the only people in the cafe.

“alright, listen up here, yuta and (y/n), this shit is out of control. it’s childish. why are you even mad at each other about a stupid guy? chenle told me that you woke him up with all of the god damn yelling!” jaehyun spoke.

“he’s not stupid. he is a good guy. i don’t know why it’s affecting yuta so much. maybe we can talk about this later.” you said.

“yeah. we can talk about it later. just (y/n) and i.” yuta spoke out.

seeing the school building, you groaned. back to this hell. the only thing that made it somewhat fun was having your friends in your classes. you never really cared about school. you did have good grades, and you actually tried, but you never cared about any of it.

you see taeyong standing with his friend group, like usual. his friends are some weird people. not in a bad way, they just have “unique” interests. they’re nice people, but you never really talk to them.

you got out of the car, not even saying bye to anyone. you had no reason to. there’s been too much intensity within the last 12 hours. you need some alacrity in your life. something not angry and sad.

walking up to them, you notice his hair is different, and you hear a weird conversation.

“somehow, i don’t know, he just disappeared and no-”

“oh- hi, (y/n)!!” taeyong stopped, when seeing you. you weren’t even gonna question it.

“hi.” you said, looking down.

“are you okay?” the concern in his voice was shocking to you. his friends even turned to you.

“not really, but i don’t want to get into details.” you said, slightly smiling.

“okay, never feel like you can’t talk to me. i’m always available.” he said, grabbing your shoulders and hugging you.

this made the situation worse. what if yuta were to see taeyong hugging you? would he get even more angry? you had to pull away from the hug.

“i’ve gotta go, taeyong. see you in geology.”

“bye!” he waved, smiling.

you’ve been thinking about yuta all day. not necessarily his looks, just him him in general. how did you guys end up living together? all he did was save you from a stupid ex who was threatening you. sure, it was an extreme act of kindness, but how did you guys get to the point of living together? how does is escalate that quickly? not to mention the fact that he lets you sit in the front seat of his car almost every time. he always pays for your k. keopi coffee in the morning. he always makes sure you’re okay even in the slightest-

oh my god. does yuta like you? is that why he’s so concerned about taeyong? no. that’s dumb. he wouldn’t. he mentioned another girl who started fucking around with this other guy. he never gave a name to her, though. maybe it hurts him to see you doing the same thing to someone else as that girl is doing to him. he definitely doesn’t like you. that’s absurd. 

school was such a drag today. all you did was take notes in almost every class. it was an easy day, but it was so boring, and you nearly fell asleep in most of them. you did end up falling asleep in geology, and got notes from taeyong. he’s such a sweet boy. yes. a boy. he is so innocent and so nice to everyone. he i fragile with everyone and knows everyone. god, could you love him more? he’s an angel.

“so, how was everyone’s day today?” johnny asked, breaking the silence in the crowded car.

“good.” everyone says in unison.

“today i got so much done!” jisung said.

“that’s good!” johnny said.

you guys were planning to go to the grocery store immediately after school, hence the car with 10 people in it. luckily, yuta had a large car that could hold all of you, but the car was still cramped.

at the grocery store, it was hard to maintain the seven children surrounding the three older ones. but, being that you all live together, it can’t be that hard, right? you let the youngins wander off to wherever, getting everything on the list. luckily, they didn’t have that different of food choices, being that they’re so close to one another.

after gathering everyone up, you guys made it back to the car and home. it took about 10 minutes to unload all of the groceries you guys had. but, now you guys wouldn’t have to worry about the food situation as much. but now, you and yuta can talk. thank god.

“yuta? would you meet me upstairs in about five minutes?” you whispered in his ear, sending obvious chills down his spine.

“yeah.” he said, shaking the chills off.

“finally, we can talk.” yuta says, walking upstairs and sitting down.

“yeah. listen, i’m sorry for being so mean last night. johnny told me about that girl that started fucking around with some dude.” 

“what? i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“yuta, johnny never lies. it’s okay to have feelings about other people.” you told him.

“okay, yeah. there was a girl. but she doesn’t matter. it’s not like i have a chance with her. i’m sorry as well for last night. i know how long you have liked taeyong, and i didn’t mean to disrespect both of you like that.” he confided.

“we might have just been out of touch recently, you and i. we do live together, but we never really talk about anything, and i’m sorry about that. i haven’t been paying attention to any of you, it seems. taeyong has almost taken over my mind. he definitely likes me, but i don’t think i want to date him. it’s complicated.” you blurted.

“well, i’m sorry that this ever happened, and i hope we can open up to each other more now. no more secrets.” he said, holding out his hand.

you shook his hand, and agreed to the statement.

you heard someone yelling from downstairs, so you decided to see what was up. when walking down, you found everyone gathered around mao, who was sitting on a stool, guitar in hand.

“what’s going on here?” you asked.

“just sit.” hyuck said.

“today, i will be performing ‘thanks’ by seventeen. thank you for coming.”

everyone cheers, and she starts.

after the performance, you were all in nearly in tears.  you guys had all known the song, but when someone close to you sang it, it sounded more emotional.

yuta was completely sobbing now. you had almost forgotten about that girl he mentioned who broke his heart. this song probably meant something to him, so you went over and sat next to him. he immediately hugged you.

“are you okay, yuta?” you asked, concerned. everyone’s attention turned to him.

“yeah, i’m fine. that song just hits me differently.” he admitted, wiping his tears.

“well, i’m sorry if i made you sad, i didn’t mean to, i just really like-”

“mao, it’s okay. the song just means a lot to me.” yuta cut her off.

“oh.” she said, quietly.

“i think we should all go to bed. whaddya say, y’all?” johnny spoke.

“please never, ever say that again. but, i agree. it’s pretty late.” you said, reading the clock. 

11:19. way too late, being that you’re all emotional teenagers.

“goodnight, youngins.” you said, the older three saying it shortly after.

“goodnight.” they all said concurrently.

walking upstairs, you barely actually made it to your bed. with the help of johnny, you made it. you were so exhausted from today, and all you wanted to do was sleep.

you said goodnight to the other two, and went into your bedroom. you got ready for bed, and laid down. just then, mao texted you.

conversation with mao, (y/n), ivy, teo started !

mao: what’s up with yuta? do you know?

ivy: yeah, im curious.

teo: same.

you: yeah, there’s a girl that he likes that has been seeing another guy. he’s not taking it well.

mao: well, i reeeeallllly didn’t mean to hurt him, and i hope he isn’t hurt.

ivy: i’m sure he’s fine. he said that you were fine, don’t worry about it.

teo: well, i don’t know, maybe he’s not taking it well at all. and maybe he’s hurt, i don’t know.

you: well, now that you’re filled in, get some sleep. sweet dreams, girls.

mao: goodnight.

ivy: gn.

teo: night.

was is bad to tell them about that? he doesn’t like telling people about him, but, surely he wouldn’t mind you telling the younger girls. i guess you’re gonna have to tell him, being that you can no longer hide things from each other, right?

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven |

[party-pixie]

Mamma Mia That’s a Spicy Tag

 so the rules for this are that youre supposed to tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better but tbh i dont even relatively know most people on here so im just gonna tag whoever

i was tagged by @sebsterianart and idk what I’m doing Nickname: Silver

Zodiac Sign: Leo 

Height: 5′5 but my goal is 5′9 

Last thing you googled: Yatamomo don’t look it up if you don’t like seeing stuff like abuse in fictional works cause abuse and psychological stuff plays a huge part sidenote it also has really rough sex it’s a yaoi too but I swear I read it for the plot the story is good like the sex does kinda play a part in the story but omg I’m rambling I could talk about this forever I love the story ok it’s the story I read it for the story if it didn’t have sex in it I’d still read it ok it’s actually p good 

Favorite music artist(s): Shit this is easy Utsu-P, Pinocchio-P, Masa-P aka Masa Works Design, and I’m starting to really like GHOST/Ghost-P/Whatever y’all call them but anyway they’re all big inspirations 

Song stuck in your head: I had this song called Nakakapagpabagabag stuck in my head earlier it’s really catchy Kagamine Len sings it and it’s in Tagalog

Last movie you watched: THE THIRD EVANGELION MOVIE BC MY FRIEND MADE ME WATCH IT AND I HATE MYSELF

What are you wearing right now: well i wish i was wearing my pretty boy sweatshirt but it’s being washed so I’m in this blueish green sweater that progressively gets darker towards the bottom and i have black jeans cause it was the last thing i had

What do you post: I don’t even make my own posts it’s literally just reblogs like the only time I ever make my own posts is when I make those dumb valentines ecard memes

Why did you choose your URL: I mean like idk this doesn’t have much of an interesting story but my friend and I came up with it when we were making a name for a different site so I just kept it I came up with the Silvertails part cause it’s from an old scrapped character and my friend made the 1683 part cause it’s her favorite numbers or something.I did silvertailsdoesart for my art blog cause it just kinda had a nice ring to it,I think I got it from like some other thing where it was like some dude does a thing like that was his name is was set up like [name] does [a thing] but I don’t remember what it was it’s really old I think idfk

Do you have any other blogs: Just my art blog

What did your past relationship teach you: That I’m “too awkward” 

Religious or Spiritual: idk kinda neither sometimes stuff like that freaks me out yknow like demons and witchcraft and spirits and stuff even though it kinda interests me but when stuff like that freaks me out I find more comfort in scientific evidence yknow?Like religious and spiritual stuff interests me when it’s in fiction but once someone tells me some creepy demon spirit story or something I get freaked out

Favorite color: PURPLE LIKE EVERY SHADE OF PURPLE PURPLE IS GREAT AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE OK

Average hours of sleep: 6-7 on school nights and like 10 on non school nights lol

Lucky number: Idk maybe like 16 or 17

Favorite Characters: I have too many ok let’s see Momo and Yata-chan from Yatamomo,Saya and Yuusuke from Neon Sign Amber, literally everyone from yuri on ice, the Madoka Magica cast was p great, OH ONSOKU NO SONIC AND FUBUKI FROM ONE PUNCH MAN AND SAITAMA AND GENOS OF COURSE,YO NA AND I THINK HER NAME WAS HAN GYEO WOOL FROM VAMPIRE DETECTIVE AND THE MAIN GUY AND HIS SIDEKICK I FORGET THEIR NAMES I CALL THE SIDEKICK HOPELESS ROMANTIC LOL, REI FROM EVANGELION UGH SHE’S MY BABY, OH OH OH HARUKA AND MICHIRU FROM SAILOR MOON I LOVE HARUKA OMG, OH DR KANG AND YOO SIJIN AND KIM KIBUM FROM DESCENDANTS OF THE SUN I’M REALLY BAD WITH KOREAN NAMES IDK IF THAT’S HOW THEY’RE SPELLED OR NOT AND ALSO YOO SIJIN’S FRIEND SEO DAE-YOUNG, EVERYONE FROM YUMI’S CELLS EXCEPT SIA SHE’S A BITCH, I COULD GO ON FOREVER OK BUT I’LL STOP IT HERE LMAO

How many blankets do you sleep with: Three,there’s no such thing as too many blankets

Dream job: Idk it used to be programming and game developing but I kinda lost the passion for that so idk now I’m really into music but that’s hard and idk how much money I could make with that so 

ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok this took longer than I wanted it to ok ok ok ok some of these might be random people like i already know all sorts of shit about them but i’ll tag them anyway ok ok ok 

@lackadaisical-thief-of-blood like you like i know ur life story motherfucker 

@hallemeepmeep yea like what’s the story behind that name it’s fun to say 

@aloogamoosha i’m never gonna be over that one drawing used in that meme that thing is gold ok i didn’t think it’d actually get used

@03i8 u should do this too i wanna know ur favorite music and the story behind that url i always forget it i had to look it up just now to find you lmao

@shakedatbacon omg i miss u my son come back

@dragonballoonsforall @warriorcatslover07 lmao i could literally ask you guys anything in the group chat but do this anyways

@onibiness @shishikusas and y’all too you liked my masa art u can’t just come into my house and not introduce urselves

ok ok ok ok i think that’ll be it ok ok ok ok bye