#we passed each other on the road one time and i texted them after like Omg did you just leave [place they were at]

[bsdyaoi]

Omg a friend I've had since elementary school came in to where I work today and she asked abt working there :00 that would be fun... my other friend I work with joked that it's becoming a trans takeover bc us 3 are trans 😭😭

[oddheadd]

Frostbite °• : ⁠｡ - Chapter III

Skinwalker/Wendigo x reader

CW: Gross things like rotting :P

SMUT!! Rough sex, voyerism, non-consentual at the end(?)

I couldn't sleep last night. The screaming kept me awake.

Screaming? It sounded animalistic, the broken voice desperately wheezing and calling for attention. I laid there helplessly, clutching my pillow and worrying about wether I locked my doors or not. I was too scared to check them, so I just kept staring at the curtains, my heart almost popping out of its place as I tried to look away from them.

I couldn't, and at about 5-6 am, when the screaming had stopped, I dozed off. I later woke up at 4 pm, and weirdly enough, I was inspired to write some more. I put my nightly terror into descriptive paragraphs and created a monster.

One with long, grey, skinny limbs and hair thin enough to see it's pure white eyes... Rotten teeth caging the slithering maggots in its hollow mouth.

I take a deep breath and close my laptop. I grab my phone and see that Nathan had texted me last night.

"Do you drink?"

I can't help but smile and instantly start typing.

"after whatever the hell happened last night, I do."

I put my phone away and make myself a quick meal. My phone buzzes.

"And what happned?"

I chuckle at his misspelling.

"I heard someone or something screaming. I couldn't sleep all night :("

He answers quickly;

"Jackals?"

And I answer just as fast.

"Kind of... It had an artificial echo to it? Don't know how to explain."

I purse my lips and put my phone down. Taking a bite out of the poor excuse of a meal.

"You could demonstrate, when I take you to a bar in the town."

Smile grows on my face as I reread his messages. I should go, what's the worst that can happen? So, we text each other the details and it's a date!

I leave the cabin and decide to look around the village this time. Ain't no way I'm going into the forest after last night.

I try my best to remember the way home as I walk past the other cabins. I admire the architecture - simple, but charming nonetheless. Then I spot a girl, no older than nine looking at me through the window. I smile and give her a wave.

She stays still and keeps staring at me. My hand falls back to my side, and so does my smile. I avoid her gaze and keep walking. I take a few pictures and maybe make a few angels in the snow, before I see an old woman, just barely walking. I approach her. - "Hello, want me to walk you home?"

I get a better look at her face. It's wrinkled, as if her skin is melting off her face. Her eyes are marble like, despite being as dark as coals. I can barely make out her lips that stretch into an uncanny line. Her hair as thin as the monster's that I made up.

She looks at me before her face scrunches up, even more, into a scowl. - "...What are you doing here?" - My mood falters.

"...I used to come here as a child... My mother passed and I decided to visit for a while." - I explain myself. She raises an eyebrow and grabs my arm for support.

"(Your mother)'s kid. You've... Changed, quite a bit."

I tilt my head. - "Do I know you?"

"You'd always steal from my brother's cherry trees. You used to be an annoying, little rascal."

I chuckle awkwardly. - "I get that a lot. So you live down the road?"

"You've become... A very appetizing person." - She says, avoiding my question. I try not to think about her weird wording.

"...Thank you?" - I say after a long pause.

"I used to be like you. Maybe my skin was healthier." - She scoffs, bits of her saliva falling out of her mouth. - "...Not fair... At all." - she sighs.

I stay quiet as she rambles, a little more comfortable now that we've approached her cabin.

"But whatever it wants, it gets." - She says. She tightens her grip. - "Count yourself lucky, being able to serve it like that."

After that I head straight to my cabin. I can't wait to drink with Nathan tonight.

Now as I stand in the snow, my ass literally freezing off, I start to feel disappointed. He promised he'd pick me up, but now I'm getting worried he got lost and mauled.

Tiny snowflakes start falling, adding onto the already layered snow that's coating the ground. I sigh and check my phone again. My frown intensifies, when I see there's no new messages.

I almost fall off the bench on the porch when I see a figure in the corner of my eye.

"Jesus, Nathan. Do you always have to scare me like that?" - I rest my palm on my chest, dramatically so.

He flashes me the Cheshire grin - "Sorry."

I get off the porch and shove my hands into my pocket, a wave of disappointment washing over me when the pockets are just as cold.

"I thought the huge deer got to you." - I tease.

He narrows his eyes. - "I'm at the top of the food chain, you don't have to worry about stuff like that." - He brags and gives me his hand. I take it with a snort, his hands as cold as mine. - "I don't think we can make it to the Bar, it's too far away. And, it's getting dark."

I pout. He chuckles. - "But I know how to make it up to you~" - He says and takes out a flask from his coat.

I raise an eyebrow. - "Charming."

I then walk back to the front door of the cabin and unlock it, going inside. - "Come on in, I'm freezing." - I complain and look at him.

He follows after me with a smile and looks around. - "It's pretty cozy in here."

I chuckle and sit him down onto the couch. - "I think we have some old wine in the attic. Try not to miss me too much."

"Don't worry, I'm patient." - he smiles softly.

I turn on the flashlight on my phone after a hard struggle against the attic door, coughing my lungs out when the dust flies around in the air. I climb up and start looking around the boxes for the wine.

I smile when I finally find it. There's two blood red bottles with no distinct label on them, so I pick them up. My smile falls as I see a... Doll? It's made out of straws, clearly resembling a human body. I pick it up and inspect further. Is this a hex? I put it back down and get up, chills running down my spine when I notice a big red symbol on the wall. I stare at it for a while before turning around and leaving with the bottles in my hands.

I have a guest right now, I'll deal with it later.

On my way, I grab go into the kitchen to get glasses.

"I only have mugs and teacups, no fancy glasses." - I say before grabbing the cups and sitting next to him. He throws his arm around my shoulder.

"I don't look like the fancy type though, do I?" - He chuckles and I shrug.

I pour us some wine and sip from my cup. - "So, why did you move here again?"

"Nature always called out to me." - He shrugs. - "And you, Y/N? What's your job and why did you come here?"

I purce my lips. - "Well, I'm a writer. I've written some stuff but nothing special, really. I wanted to write a horror book and came here to set the mood, ya know?"

"And how's that working out?" - He tilts his head.

I sigh. - "I'm having the worst writer's block I've ever had. Barely wrote a few pages."

"Let's see then." - He says, and I hesitantly agree. I grab my laptop and open the file, handing it to him.

I stand up and approach the fireplace, tending to it as he reads for a while.

"It's great." - He smiles and I look back at him.

"Is it?"

"A little complaint... You're trying too hard to explain all the details. Reading is all about letting people warp characters and places into whatever their mind makes up."

"...That makes a lot of sense, actually." - I sit back next to him. - "Can you help me?"

He eyes me and nods.

I don't know how much time passes, but we're now sitting on the floor and already have finished the second bottle of wine, now taking turns on taking a swing out of Nathan's flask. I've been taking notes, typing away furiously.

As I let out a deep breath, I look up from my laptop screen and the whole room starts spinning. I grunt and put the gadget away, placing my head in Nathan's lap. He chuckles and strokes my hair. - "Are you alright?"

"...A little tired. And dizzy." - I pout. Nathan just keeps smiling and sits me up again, making me look at him by taking my chin in-between his fingers.

I keep looking into his eyes and his smile never falters, only getting closer to my own lips. I instinctively close my eyes and part my lips a little, almost melting into Nathan's arms when they connect with his.

My heated cheeks heat up even more when he lays me down onto the soft, warm carpet and lets out a deep groan.

Then I can't even comprehend what happened, when I look to my side and see both mine and his clothes on the floor. Then I feel his erected cock, rubbing against me and realize I'm not wearing any underwear neither. I look back at him and pull him into a kiss again, moaning in delight. He then pushes it inside of me, spreading the walls to make more room for himself and and starts gently grinding it deeper out of me.

I lose track of time and what's happening again, and this time feel him mercilessly thrusting his hips against my ass, almost steaming air of heat spreading into the whole room while his rough fingers caress all the right spots. I let out moans and whimpers in-between my breaths, while he muffles his in my collarbone.

"Don't stop... Fuck, Nathan..." - I moan out his name and he looks up at me.

He then runs his fingers through my hair pulls my head back, giving me a view of the rest of the room, before he buries his face into my neck and leaves a trail of sloppy kisses.

I get closer to cumming, feeling myself spasm and squeeze around him, before I notice something in the windows. There are people outside my cabin... They're chanting something while drawing a symbol on the windows...

It's the same symbol as the one in my attic. I huff and try to stop Nathan but he can't even see my expression with his head buried into my neck. I shut my eyes and try my best not to cry... And soon enough, pass out.

[samandcolbyownme]

Sam originally won the poll, but I got carried away with a Dealer!Zach Justice one which you can find right here.. so now onto Dealer!Sam. Enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, Dealer!Sam, mentions of smoking weed and cigarettes, mentions of drinking, reader is slightly drunk, reader gets high, reader gets cheated on, unprotected sex, biting, scratching, hair pulling, choking, oral (f rec), fingering, creampie, filth

Word count: 3.5k | not edited

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The music was blasting through the club.

You could feel the bass beating within your body each time it thumped out of the speakers.

You were having so much fun.

Key word, were.

As the song changes, you look down at your empty cup, deciding to make your way to the liquor counter, it occurs to you that you haven’t seen your friends in like four songs.

After grabbing your drink your spot Kira. You raise your hand, waving to her and you watch as her eyes go wide and she smiles.

“There she is.” She mouths, pointing towards you. You continue to make your way over when you’re met with them halfway, “Where’s Twyla?”

Kira and Leah look at each other, “She went to the bathroom, she isn’t feeling well.”

You pout slightly, sucking your drink through your straw, “Oh no. It’s her birthday.” Leah nods, “No I know. I think if she pukes a little, she’ll be fine.”

She laughs and you shrug, “Have any of you seen Clayton or any of his friends?”

You feel the energy in the room shift, almost like they didn’t expect you to ask about your own boyfriend.

“What?” You look between them confused before letting out a sigh. You look up, “Oh. There’s Tyler.” You push through them and even though they try to stop you, you pull your arm away.

You walk around the crowed of people and before you can ask Tyler anything, your gaze falls to Twyla making out with Clayton while sitting in his lap.

“What the fuck.” You watch as they snap apart and Kira runs up, “We tried to keep her busy.”

“Wait.” You look at Kira, “You two.. you.. you’re defending her? Supporting this?” You scoff in disgust, “I’m done. I don’t know what kind of friendships and relationships you guys have but I don’t want any fucking part of it.”

You drop your cup on the floor, spilling it over the so called friend’s feet and walk away.

As you walk out of the building, you dig around in your purse to try and find your lighter. You continue to ignore your name being called from behind as you bring the cigarette and lighter up.

You round the corner, taking a long drag as rest your back against the brick wall.

You just needed to take a second to figure out what the fuck you were going to do.

As you keep walking, looking at the semi blurred lights from the cars that pass by and the street lights you walk under, you get a good idea.

You pull out your phone, going to a specific contact, hey Sam are home by chance?

A few minutes goes by and he texts you back, yeah, you need your usual?

You hold the cigarette between your lips as you type, no I’m having a shitty night so I’m just looking for something for me.

He responds right away, I’ll leave the door unlocked, I have to pack a few things, so just come in.

You flick the done cigarette as you cross the road to make your way to Sam’s.

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You push the door to Sam’s house open, “Sam?” You walk in, closing the door, “I’m here.”

“In the den, sweetheart.”

You smile at the nickname as you kick off your heels.

You walk in towards the living room to get to the back den, “Hey.” You walk in, seeing Sam laid out on a giant white bean bag chair as he packs weed into small baggies, “What’s goin’ on?”

You shake your head, sitting down in the gaming chair infront of the desk, “Well..” you laugh slightly, “My boyfriend cheated on me. With the girl who was said to be my best friend.”

Sam’s mouth drops and he shakes his head, “What the fuck is wrong with people?” He frowns, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You half frown, “It’s okay. I’m now starting to realize how much of jerk he was said to be.” Sam raises his brows and looks down, “Yeah, love will fuck you up more than any drug ever will. Come over here.”

You look at him and he looks up, nodding for you to come over to him. You walk over, sitting down on the beanbag next to him, hands in your lap, “I’m here.”

Sam reaches down, and comes back with a joint, “This is a new strain I literally just got in. Haven’t sold it yet, but it sounds like you could really use it.”

You smile as you take it from his fingers, “Do you let all of your customers try out the new ones?”

He smirks slightly, “I mean Colby, but other than that.” He shakes his head, “Never really let anyone close enough to.”

You didn’t really know what Sam meant by that, but you would soon figure it out.

After taking turns hitting the joint - Sam really was right. You did need this, “Can I ask you a question?” You turn your head, looking at him as he turns his towards you.

Your eyes scan over his face, taking in his red eyes behind the clear frame of his thin, gold framed glasses.

And how his blonde, fluffy hair pokes out from under his bright pink sweatshirt that’s being lit brighter from the bluish purple LED lights.

Your heart was racing, you wanted to kiss him.

“Y/n?” Sam laughs slightly, “You’re here, but you’re not here. Where’d you go?”

You blink a few times and shake your head, “Sorry.” You giggle out, “I’m actually feeling pretty good right now, I think the alcohol in my system prior helped.”

“If you were drinking, how did you get here?” Sam asks, concern in his tone.

“I walked. I was only two blocks over.” You look back over at him and he sighs, “If I would have known, I would have came and got you.”

You smile slightly and shake your head, “I sobered up a little once I seen why I left, you know?”

He nods and you lay a hand on his arm, laughing, “I’m fine, I’m here aren’t I?” You laugh some more and Sam laughs with you, glancing down at your hand on his arm with a slight smile, “Yeah, no I get ya.”

He lays his head back and looks at you, “So anyway, you wanted to ask me something.”

You look at him confused while you think, “Oh! Yeah, yeah.”

You move around slightly so you can turn towards him more, “Do you remember the first, time I came to buy off of you?”

Sam smirks, nodding immediately, “I do. You were wearing those high waisted jeans and that cropped grey sweatshirt.” He chuckles slightly, “I remember seeing you pull that hundred dollar bill out of your little white cross body purse.”

You laugh, “I thought maybe you would have cut me a good deal if you seen how pretty I was.”

He looks over at you, “If I knew it was for you and not your douchebag boyfriend at the time.”

“No I understand.” You lift your arm, resting your elbow on the top of the beanbag and resting your cheek in the palm of your hand, “Do you remember the text you sent me after I left?”

“I was so nervous.”

“I could tell.” You smirk, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, “what was it?” You tease, “I don’t say this often but you’re too pretty to be buying drugs?”

Sam smiles huge and covers his face, “Oh no.” He looks at you through his fingers and tries not to laugh, “This is why..” he sighs, “Y/n.”

“This why what? Sam.”

You groans playfully and pulls his hands away from his face, “Don’t tell anyone that I’m nice and shit.”

You smile, “What happens at Sam’s house, stays at Sam’s house.”

He smirks, “That’s the motto.”

You laugh slightly and stare at him for a few seconds, “Why’d you keep selling to me then?”

Sam looks over at you, brows furrowed, “Whatcha mean, sweetheart?” You bring your one leg up and tuck it under your other.

You keep your thighs pushed together, but that doesn’t stop Sam from noticing your drive riding up your fishnet covered thighs.

“Like, I mean.. stop me if I’m reading too much into it, please.. but at the same time, if you said I was too pretty to buy your drugs, why did you..” you shake your head and look over at him.

He chews on his lip as he sits up, “Because I was afraid I wouldn’t ever see you again.”

Your eyes bounce from his lips to his eyes, “You had my number.” You smirk slightly and he shrugs, “You had a boyfriend.”

You both stare at each other for a few seconds before both bursting into laughter.

“Do you care if I hang out here a little bit longer?” You ask and Sam shakes his head, “Stay the night if you want.”

You smile slightly, “Only if y-“

Sam cuts you off, “Sweetheart, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hang out with you. So please, it’s not any burden to me. I swear.”

He chuckles and you nod, laughing nervously, “I’ve.. actually wanted to hang out with you, too. So I’m glad you were free tonight.”

Sam shrugs, “I would have made myself free either way.” He stands up and nods towards the door, “I’ll get you something to change in to.”

You stand up, following him upstairs to his bedroom.

As Sam rummages through his dresser, you bend down to reach up under your dress and pull your fishnets down.

You step out of them as Sam turns around, freezing as he watches you step out of them and stand back up.

Your eyes meet his and you smile slightly, “Sorry, I had to get these things off.”

He shakes his head, handing you the shirt and pants, “You’re fine, um.” He chuckles, “Pants are totally optional in his house, so just, feel free to make yourself at home.”

He winks and you smirk, “I’ll keep that in mind.” You point to your dress, “Can you unzip me?”

He nods and you turn around. You couldn’t lie, you were turned on by his touch.

His hand gently laid on your hip as he used his other to drag the tiny zipper down your back, “There you go.”

He steps back and you turn, hand holding the dress to your chest, “Thank you.”

Sam motions to the door, clearly stalling, “So, I’m going to, uh. Go back down stairs.” He claps his hands together and steps towards the door, “Roll, um, I’ll roll another one.”

You nod, “Sounds good.” You drag out, chewing on your lip.

It’s quiet for a few seconds, and then everything happens so fast.

Sam has your dress pushed down, pooling at your feet before he pushes you back on the bed. His lips trailing down your neck as his hand slides up and down your body.

You let out a moan as you feel his hand knead and pull at your boob, “Sam.” You breathe out, “P-please.”

Your head was already spinning, you were anxious for how you were going to feel after.

“Can I taste what you have between those pretty little legs of yours?”

You whimper in response, “Yes.”

Sam moves down the bed, lips connecting with your skin, “You’re so beautiful.” He doesn’t even take the time to pull your panties down, he just pushes them to the side and goes in for it.

You gasp, arching your back off the bed, “Oh fuck.” You moan out loudly, hand moving to the back of his head as his tongue moves in and out of your aching cunt.

“F-fuck fuck.” You look down, taking in the sight of Sam between your legs.

Every time you’ve seen him, you couldn’t help but have at least a dirty thought or two.

“Holy shit.” Sam groans against you, “You taste so fucking good.” His hands grip your hips harder and pull you towards him, pinning them down as he moves up to suck on your clit.

You throw your head back whining, eyes rolling back as his tongue flicks over the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips.

You were so close already and Sam pushing two fingers into you was getting you there faster and faster.

“Sam, Sam. Sam.” You gasp out, “Shh-shit.”

You pull his head into you more, trying to move your hips, even though you really can’t. Sam groans against you, his fingers rubbing that perfect little spot that’s urging you to cum for him.

“I-I-“ You let out a loud moans legs squeezing as far as they’ll go. Sam guides you through your high, lifting his head, “Such a good girl.”

You moan louder at his words and he raises a brow, “Mm, someone has a little praise kink I see.”

You open your eyes, looking up at Sam as he crawls up your body. He dips his head down, lips brushing against yours, “You are so fucking hot.”

You smirk, closing your eyes as his lips press to yours, moving in sync. Your arms slide around his neck and you pull on his sweatshirt.

He sits up, taking his glasses off and setting them on the stand before removing his sweatshirt. Your hands run down his torso and he bites his lip when you hook your fingers into his waist band.

Your eyes move up to meet his and you pout, “Please fuck me.”

Sam’s lips twitch into a smile as he pushes down his sweats and boxers in one swoop. He leans down, elbows by your head as he hooks your leg over his hip, “You sure you w-“

You cut him off by crashing your lips into his, “I need you.” You grind your hips down, trying to feel for his cock, “Please.”

He leans his weight into his right arm, leaning down to slip the head of his cock between your folds. Your legs tighten around his waist and he smirks, thrusting his cock the rest of the way into you.

You let out a choked moan, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling.

Your head was spinning more, another orgasm and you swear you’d pass out.

“S-Sam.” You breathe out, “Fuckfuckfuck.”

Your nails dig into his shoulder, earning a groan from him and you gasp, turning your head to press your lips to his.

He moans against your lips, “You were..” he groans, leaning back as he thrusts deep into you, “..Made for me.”

You squeeze your walls around his cock, pulling him closer to you, “I always knew there was something about you.”

You lay a hand on his cheek, furrowing your brows as you moan out, feeling that build up slowly grow, “You’re just, so different.”

“You’re are so beautiful.” He breathes out, crashing his lips onto yours. His thrusts grow faster and his hand slides up to grip your neck, squeezing slowly as he leans his head back.

He watches as your face twists with pleasure.

Your eyes roll back as you grow more dizzy.

“Cum for me, one for time, baby.” Sam whispers, “Please.” His lips attach to your neck and you moan, squeezing his cock with your walls repeatedly,

You arch your back, moans muffled by Sam’s hand on your neck as you cum around him.

You whimper, rolling your hips as you and Sam work your way through your high, low groans escaping his lips as he moves his hand to kiss up to your lips.

“You have me so close, baby. Where do you want me?”

You tighten your legs, voice coming out in a soft wimper, “D-don’t stop.”

He smirks, shaking his head, “Once I do it, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

“That’s fine with me.” You bite down on your lip and Sam nods, “You asked for it.” He pulls out, “Flip over for me, sweetheart.”

You roll over onto your stomach and Sam lifts your hips, and within seconds after, his cock was deeper than it was before.

You were going to lose your mind.

Sam’s hands rub over your hips, “Doing so good for me, baby.”

You push your hips back, moaning at his words, “Fuckfuck, Sam.” You grip the sheets and pull, moaning even louder as Sam’s fingers drag down go rub your clit.

Your walls clench around his cock and he groans, “Got one more in ya, sweetheart?” He throws his head back, using both hands to grip tightly into your hips, “Fuck, cum with me. Cum with me.”

He leans down, planting a few kisses on your shoulder before sliding a hand up to your neck, gently squeezing.

You bring a hand up, laying it on top of his hand and he squeezes harder.

Your moans are growing quieter the harder his grip gets. Your eyes roll back and you can’t help but throw your hips back to meet Sam’s.

Your jaw hung slack as the fucked out euphoria feeling settles in.

Your hand drops to the bed and the band in your belly snaps yet again, leaving you there, moaning silently as your walls milk Sam’s cum into your cunt.

Sam’s hand falls from your neck and his lips press to your cheek, “Are you okay?”

You giggle weakly, “I’m.. great..”

He smirks and looks over his shoulder as he hears the door bell rings and knocking on the door, “What the fuck?”

He look down at you, “If you can get dressed, please do, but if not, just stay here.” You slowly sit up, worry settling in, “Okay. I won’t go anywhere.”

Sam leaves, closing the door behind him.

You get up, slipping on the shirt Sam gave you and fixing your panties before walking to the door. You crack it open and hear Sam let out a laugh, “Dude, I don’t know what to tell you. She isn’t here.”

You hear Clayton groan, “I’m serious man, just-“

“No. I’m not selling you anything, y/n isn’t here. Buh bye.”

“Why the fuck did you sell them to her and not me?” Clayton argues and you bite your lip as you wait for Sam’s response.

“Because, I actually wanted to keep seeing her, she’s quite pretty. Maybe I should give her a call now that, I’m guessing you two are done for, huh?”

You hear a loud thud, maybe a lamp being knocked over, and you open the door more. You walk over to the steps and bend down.

You’re able to see Sam holding Clayton up against the wall and he’s inches from his face, “Maybe don’t go kissing your girlfriend’s best friend and you wouldn’t be in this situation, right?”

“How do you know about that?” Clayton asks lowly and Sam smirks, shrugging his shoulders, “Maybe she stopped by on her way home to grab some weed, maybe she didn’t.”

You bite your lip, seeing Sam stick up for you like this, was so fucking hot.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?” Clayton asks with a scoff, “of course.”

Sam rolls his eyes, “Now you’re calling her a slut.. alright.” He moves Clayton towards the door and spins him to look at him, “You ever try to speak or get in contact with y/n again, I’ll make a little phone call to officer Ziebler down at the- um. Shoot, what is it?”

Sam look up at Clayton, “Oh, yeah, the Adult Probation office.”

You cover your lips and Clayton shakes his head, “How do you know about that?”

Sam shrugs, “I have my ways, now, as I said when you got here, buh bye.” He pushes him out and closes the door.

You walk down the steps and Sam turns, stopping with a smirk, “You don’t listen, do you?”

“Actually.” You walk over to him, “I listened to that whole thing so..” you purse your lips, fighting back a smirk, “That’s gotta count for somethin’ right?”

He chuckles, pulling you in for a kiss, “C’mon. I’ll roll us another J.” He wraps your arm around your waist, “Because after that, I need one.”

“Well you know what they say.” You laugh, glancing up at him. He smirks, “And what’s that, babe?”

“A joint.. or three.. a day keeps the bad mood away.”

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I hope this was good, let me know what you think! Thank you for reading! I love you all so much!🖤

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[headlinerkwan]

paths - c.sb

pairing: soobin x gn!reader

genre: nonidol!au, exes to ???, firstlove!soobin, angst, some fluff

summary: as you prepare to move back to your hometown, you discover a stack of unsent letters, causing you to reminisce on your first love and break up.

warnings: mentions of death (reader's dad passes away before events in the fic, mentioned but no detail.), some swearing, lots of lowkey pining ._.

wc: 2.5k

a/n: this fic was kind of inspired by 'paths' by niki, and the rest of her new album 'buzz' - go check it out!! requests and my general taglist is now open ･ᴗ･ lmk if you like the fic and reblog if you want, it helps writers out a lot ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა♡

“Mom, I promise there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Are you sure? I can drive up and help.”

“Yes, I’m all packed up, everything’s fine Mom, this isn’t my first time moving and there’s no way I’m letting you drive seven hours across the country,” You continue as she rants on about the overwhelming piles of paperwork and mess around the house, “I’ll be there to sort everything out soon, so don’t worry about that just… try to relax.” 

“I’ll text you when I’m on the road, ok? I love you Mom!”

“I love you too, I’ll see you soon, yes?”

“Of course.”  

You throw the phone down on the bed, your childhood hits playlist muffled by the ocean of blankets that it landed amongst. Looking around your room, an exasperated ‘fuck’ escapes your lips. Despite what you had just told your mother, your room was most definitely not packed up and you were most definitely not ready to leave behind the life that you had built just to return to your hometown. 

After your Dad’s death, you had decided to move back into your childhood home, to keep your Mom company, settle down, and have a quieter life. You’ve had your fair amount of fun in the city and you were ready to return to your roots. 

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A few hours later,  there’s only one set of drawers left for you to pack up. You’re a sweaty mess as the sun beats down on you through the windows. Pulling your hair back, you position yourself in front of the drawers alongside some boxes, bubble wrap and packing tape. 

Opening the bottom drawer you are welcomed by a pile of clothes that had been messily shoved in over the years. Okay not too much work left. Picking up a purple hoodie, a pile of envelopes reveal themselves, all of them addressed to the same person. 

Choi Soobin. 

Against your better judgement, you give in to your nostalgic curiosity and begin to unseal the first envelope. As far as everyone else knows, you hadn’t thought about Soobin in a couple of years - you had curated a nonchalant persona, one that didn’t care about the past and especially not the people that you had left behind. This, of course, was nothing but a persona, a facade that you had delicately crafted over the years. If you stopped lying to yourself, you would realise that he’s always on your mind. Breadcrumbs of your love littered through every street that you walk, every corner you turn, there’s always a part of you that longs for him. He lives in a part of your brain meant only for youth, for easier times. Everytime you see something bunny themed, or hear a Day6 song on the radio, you have to fight against every nerve in your body not to text or call him. So yes, it might seem like you don’t really care but oh my god, you’re not sure you’ve ever been so hung up over the past in the same way that you are when it comes to him.  

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Letter One:

‘Soobin, 

Hi. It’s been a while. One month and 24 days, to be exact. 

I hope you’re okay. I’m sorry if this is weird. Is this weird? Oh god, this is probably weird. 

It’s just, we promised to give each other space and time but I can’t seem to let you go. Every second of every day all I want to do is pick up the phone and call you. You’re the only one I wanted to talk to after my first day at this new job, and when I moved in and I couldn’t figure out the stove, and when I found a new cafe nearby. 

Maybe I should’ve stayed. Maybe I should’ve told you to stop talking about the opportunities and convince me to stay with you instead. It’s hard to be happy without you by my side, I miss you and I feel selfish saying it.

We said it was for the best and besides, I was the one who moved away, I was the one who broke your heart. Am I allowed to miss you? 

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I probably won't even send it.

Bye Soobin.‘

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Reading the letter, you chuckle as your eyes cloud with tears. You recall how you thought you’d never be happy again. That it was a bad idea for you to have lived outside of the bubble of your hometown. How naive you were, believing the world began and ended with him. You smile through the slow tearing tears as you put the letter down in favor of another and reminisce on the love that you feel felt for him.  

Your thumb brushes over the water marked envelope, still bearing the scars of tears cried long ago. 

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Letter Two:

‘Soobin,

How are you? 

Dad told me that he had ran into you at the grocery store last week. He said you got taller but I’m not sure that’s possible. Dad said you look well too, I’m glad, I hope it’s true. I hope you’re okay. It kills me not knowing how your day was, if you’re in a bad mood, if you’re sick, if you’re hanging out with Beomgyu or staying home to watch the new ‘Jujutsu Kaisen’. 

Not knowing is killing me. 

It’s okay here, I’ve made a few friends at work and the city is nice, it’s new and lonely but I have hope that it will get easier with time.  If it doesn’t though, and I come back home, I wonder if you’d be there with open arms and a wide grin like you always used to. Would you? 

Sometimes I catch myself hoping for failure just so that I can come back to you and I have to remind myself of all of the work that I did just to get here. I remind myself too about how you’ve put me out of your mind… even if you haven’t - can we pretend that you’ve forgotten about us? I think it’ll be easier that way. ‘ 

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Letter Three:

‘Hi, It’s me again. 

It’s been a while since I’ve written to you. It’s summer now, my first one without you. I’ve been trying my best not to think about that too much, I’m trying to enjoy the weather instead.  It’s not easy though,  the other day my friend and I got ice cream and it tasted just like the one that we had on our first date. 

I’ve been replaying that night in my head a lot recently. I think about running from building to building, seeking shelter from the rain, I think about your laugh and my hand in yours. I think about how your eyes followed the fish in the aquarium with such childlike wonder. I try to remember what we talked about but I can’t. I remember smiling until my cheeks hurt though, I remember the harmony of our laughter, I remember how every touch was electric - like lightning in rain. I remember how happy I was whenever you were with me.

I’ll try to enjoy this summer as much as that one, even without you, I’ve decided to smile again.‘

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Pulling yourself together, you decide to refocus on the task in front of you, packing up your belongings in preparation for your move across the country in… less than twelve hours - great. The first item on your to-do list is food, you need to refuel (and stock up on packing tape). You decide to pick up some takeout from the Thai restaurant a couple of streets away from your apartment. The walk will be good for you, it’ll give you some space to think and maybe even soothe your puffy face.

As you walk around the city that has come to define your early twenties, mixed emotions begin to brew within you. Of course you’re sad to leave and nervous to return to your hometown, anxious about reuniting with the ghosts of your childhood. But, at the same time, you were excited to return to the place that knew you just as much as you knew it, to be back in an environment that was filled with your most cherished moments, a place full of youth and inspiration and hope. It will be good for you, even if it means the end of your chapter in the city or facing the skeletons that you had been ignoring since you’d ran away. 

As you turn the corner, you spot a couple walking ahead of you, they’re walking in stride, hands interlocked and swinging rhythmically between them as they exchange laughter and whispers. 

Your heart hurts as you watch them, struggling not to be reminded of Soobin. Images of your love flooding your brain - all those days in the sun and nights under the stars, His hands warming yours on winter mornings, hours spent doing nothing but enjoying each other's company. Every sweet smile and gentle kiss. 

You must be sick or something, you can’t even pick up takeout without drowning in love and longing for a man you haven’t seen since you left.

Returning to your apartment, you sit on the floor of what used to be your living room, you unpack your khao pad and finally begin to eat. As you make your way through the dish, the TV fails to drown out your thoughts and you cave, deciding to read another one of your letters, curious about your own ramblings. Besides, one more couldn’t hurt… right? 

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Letter Four:

‘Soobin,

I’m sure you don’t want to hear from me, I just need to be selfish today. I need someone to talk to and it has to be you. It has to be you because you’re the only one who ever really listened when I needed it and maybe one day, when I send these letters, you’ll be able to understand why. 

The doctors say that my Dad is ill and I’m not sure what to do. I feel paralyzed. I don’t want to lose him and I feel so guilty because I can’t bring myself to see him that way. I want to keep the image of him as my Dad, not an ill and weak man, you know? I know he doesn’t want me to see him like that either but I feel so incredibly bad about it. I don’t know what to do, I feel helpless. 

I wish that you were here with me. If you were I know you’d tell me to be an adult and face it even if it’s painful but, I can’t. I can’t do it, I’m too much of a coward. I wish that you were here to hold me like you used to and wipe my tears but, you’re not and that’s okay. I have to do this alone, however hard it may be. 

I hope that on the day when our paths cross again we’ll both be okay, better than we are now. And, I hope we can laugh like we used to, like no time has passed.’

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Hours later, you find yourself still sat on the floor, surrounded by opened letters that you had penned long ago. You look down to find there is only one left - the last one. You might as well open it, you’ve come this far. 

Letter Thirteen: 

‘I dreamt about you again last night.

I wish you’d leave me alone. I can’t even escape you in my sleep. I wish I could forget you but you’re stuck in my mind like gum on a shoe and I’m not sure how much more I can take.

I hate you. I hate you for letting me leave even though neither of us wanted it to happen. I hate you for lying to me and saying it would be okay when it’s really not, not when I’m without you. I hate that even after leaving, I can’t escape you. I hate that you taught me so much, that everytime I’m reminded of you, you don’t feel so far away. I hate you for telling me that I was a bird, meant to fly, and that you were my birdcage - turns out I’m more of a parakeet than a starling. 

I hate you for being right and wrong at the same time. I hate your dumb smile and the way that you push your hair back. I hate your voice and the sparkle in your eyes. But, most of all, I hate how much I miss you, I hate that I still love you and that no one could ever compare to you.

I hate you, Choi Soobin.’

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As you shove the final letter back into its envelope through tears and stifled breaths, you find yourself left entirely drained. You check the time and realise that you only have eight hours before you begin your journey back home. You gather up the scattered envelopes and throw them messily into a box alongside the last of your clothes, sealing the box with whatever scraps of packing tape that you have left.

Flopping down onto your mattress, an exhausted sigh escapes your mouth and your eyes grow heavier as you curl up under your blanket.

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“I’ll be back later, text me if you need anything whilst I’m out. Love you!”

“Love you too! Bye!” you call out to your Mom as she shuts the front door. 

It has been a week since you have moved back into your childhood home and, to say you were still in the process of getting situated was an understatement. In reality, you were still drowning in moving boxes but, with a spontaneous burst of energy you decide to put an end to your procrastination and actually start to unpack.

An hour or so later, the summer heat has left you sticky with sweat but you are still determined to unpack at least half of the boxes in front of you by the end of the day. Moving to organise your books, you are interrupted by a knock at the front door.

You open it to find a man standing in front of you. He is tall with messy dark brown hair which glows golden in the sunlight. He wears a nervous smile and is gripping a small bouquet of flowers as if it might fly away at any second. His dark eyes move down to meet yours and a soft smile of relief appears on both of your faces. Seeing his face, it feels like after all this time - after everything - you can finally breathe again.

“Soobin.” you whisper, as if to reassure yourself that this is real, that it’s actually happening.

His grin grows wider as he extends the flowers out towards you, “It’s been a while.”

[jjunieworld]

07. wtf is your issue? ⸝ ˚⋆

↳ half written, half texts. word count: 2.6k

the walk wasn’t that far from your dorm room to sakura’s house. you and your friends all decided to walk so you could all drink, but thinking about it, you realize this may have been a bad idea. five super drunk people walking home in the middle of the night on the roads? yeah… the idea wasn’t your brightest.

it doesn’t help that you also dropped your fries earlier in the walk trying to do a cartwheel, so you were still kinda hungry.

the five of you reached the driveway of sakura’s house, which was gated with a small crowd of people and three security guards. you look between each other.

“all this for a college party seems excessive,” jake says aloud. he was right. you would’ve thought this was some high luxury celebrity after party or something.

“for all we know, beyoncé might be here,” yunjin adds.

you wait your turn as the guards scribble things on clipboards, sometimes sending people away with annoyed looks or straight up crying. i guess you knew sakura and her friends were well off, but you didn’t know it was this well off.

finally it was you and your friends’ turn. the guard barely looked at you as he said, “name?” you got a peek at the clipboard to see lists of names along with a small picture printed next to them.

“y/n…” you trail off. “y/n y/l/n? these are my friends… sakura said i could bring them.” you motion to your friends behind you. he flips a couple pages, pen trailing down the page, and lands on your name. it had one of your highschool school pictures along with “FRIENDS ALLOWED” typed next to it.

you cringed a little at the picture, of all the ones she could’ve chosen, she chose that one? you’ll admit, it wasn’t your best photo, and you wished it wouldn’t see the light of day.

the guard stepped to the side and pressed a button that opened the gate. it gave a slight screech before beginning to move and the guard motioned you in without another word. you looked to your friends and they looked just as bewildered as you. stepping through, the gate quickly closed behind you and you heard the guard ring out a “next!”

“if i knew it was gonna be this high security and luxurious i would’ve put on a different outfit,” yeonjun says as you all walk to the door. it’s a big white door with a decorated semi-transparent glass accent.

the rest of the group murmur their agreements. you spent a lot of time on your outfit, not wanting a plain outfit since it was a party and not wanting an outfit that was so over the top you would’ve been overdressed and uncomfortable. you settled on a skirt that was designated as your going out skirt, it was a little shorter than you would’ve liked, and a nice long sleeved cardigan top so you wouldn’t get cold on the walk back to your dorm. you kinda wished you would’ve just went with the over the top option.

you could hear the music from outside and it only got louder as you went in. people were shouting over the music just to hear each other. bodies were dancing everywhere, red solo cups were strewn about, and some people were even in corners already passed out.

“let’s get some drinks!” hueningkai shouted, and you all nodded. there was a whole huge bar set up with staff working. and from the looks of it, the drinks looked unlimited based on the wall of alcohol behind them.

walking up to the bar, the group mainly got either whiskey or tequila. you weren't a big drinker, but tonight was a special case.

“dance with me!” yunjin said, pulling you with her. in turn you grabbed the nearest hand of your friends, which happened to be hueningkai’s, and pulled them with you.

the crowd was so large, you wondered how many people were actually at this party as yunjin led the two of you towards the center. it had to be at least three hundred people, maybe even more with how big the house is. you were only on the first floor.

you all downed your drink and let the music playing through the speakers flow through you. circus by britney spears started playing and you could feel your nerves melt away by the second.

i feel the adrenaline moving through my veins. spotlight on me and i’m ready to break.

“oh my god!” yunjin squealed and jumped a little. “i love this song!” she took you and kai’s hands as she began to dance. you both laughed as you joined her.

i’m like a performer, the dance floor is my stage. better be ready, hope that you feel the same.

in the back of your mind, you imagined the just dance dance to this song and it made you laugh a little. you’re surprised hueningkai didn’t start doing it the amount of times you danced it together. you glanced at him and could tell he was holding it in.

all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus.

you closed your eyes and threw your hands in the air as you danced to the beat. you felt someone spin you and opened your eyes as yunjin sang the lyrics.

you felt alive dancing in this small circle with some of your closest friends.

at some point between the end of the song and the middle of the next, you three decided to get more drinks, ready to speed this night up. you don’t even know how many cups you downed… two? three, maybe? all you knew is that you were feeling it now. the world around you was grainy and your head was blissfully clouded.

“what do you think are on the other floors?” jake asked the group, which had migrated to one of the couches a little away from where everyone was dancing. yeonjun shrugged, “let’s go look!”

so you all got up and made your way up the grand staircase towards the door.

on the second floor there were more people dancing, the music continuing through the speakers. surprisingly, there was another fully staffed bar. on the third, there were still a lot of people dancing, but a lot more people seemed to be either playing drinking games, or lounging around. another staffed bar.

“this floor looks more fun,” hueningkai commented and you agreed. the floor was humongous and there were doors to other rooms that you couldn’t see inside.

you pointed to the mostly empty ping pong table that had a couple people playing beer pong, “do you think they’ll let us join?”

when you all walked up to ask they immediately let you join. they were clearly very drunk and spilled the bottle of tequila on the table as they poured it into the ten small cups.

one of the guy’s handed you the ping pong ball, claiming you’re first, and you gladly took it. you were teammates with jake and the guy was teammates with a girl you were assuming was his girlfriend.

your goal was the top of the triangle as it was the closest, but who knows with the alcohol buzzing through you. you hoped the other team were more drunk than you were.

steadying yourself, you locked your eyes on the cup, trying hard to anticipate the amount of force you’d have to put behind the throw. you threw it and held your breath. you released it as you realized you overshot it and it landed in a cup in the back row.

“yes!” jake shouted as he jumped up and down holding you, causing you to laugh. the guy smiled and shook his head as he picked up the cup and drank from it. he removed it from the table and handed another ball to jake.

jake exhaled and bent down a little, completely zoned in. or as zoned in as he could be. he threw it and it landed in the center cup. “bitch cup!” the guy and his friends shouted, cupping their mouths. you raised your eyebrows, “bitch cup?” you laughed and he nodded.

“he has to shoot from his knees until he makes another cup,” the guy replied. jake turned a circle in disappointment, “fuck!” you heard laughter from your friends and joined them. the guy’s girlfriend took the cup and drank it, then discarded it.

she then took a ping pong ball and immediately tossed it. it bounced off the table next to the cups and bounced to the floor.

“yes!” you and jake shouted, high-fiving each other. you grabbed the ball and handed it to the guy. he took it, inhaled, tossed it, and then exhaled. it landed in the top cup.

“damn it,” you said. you picked the cup up and drank, immediately scrunching your face up when your tastebuds came in contact with the contents.

the round went on for a while until jake threw the ball and landed it in the final cup you needed. suddenly you were crowded by all your friends, jumping and yelling in excitement.

the game continued for about another hour, you and jake in the lead with four to zero. that was, until yeonjun got the final cup and eliminated you two. you picked the cup up, giving him a playful side eye, and turned to walk to the couch as you drank. you were absolutely gone by this point and you swayed from side to side, barely standing, trying to drink and walk at the same time. “woah there!” one of the guy’s friends said and helped you to the couch.

as you finally managed to connect your lips to the cup, you eyes wandered to the opening door, immediately connecting with soobin’s. the stare lingered for a second before you looked away, downing the cup. once you sat on the couch and were steady, the guy went back to his seat.

you could feel his stare weighing down on you as you saw him move through the floor with his friends out the corner of your eyes. he disappeared and you sighed. you decided to scroll on your phone as you waited for the beer pong game to end.

— SOOBIN’S POV —

anger rushed through him, absolutely flooded him. he wished that he didn’t drink what he did. maybe then he could push these feelings down like he’s been doing all day.

he needed to find sakura. demand to know what the fuck she was doing here.

soobin turned to his two friends, beomgyu and sunghoon, who were drinking out of red solo cups next to him. “where’s sakura?” he almost seethed. he had to hold it together.

“fuck if i know,” sunghoon replied, taking a drink from his cup. “i’m surprised you weren’t following her around like a lost puppy,” taehyun said, sitting next to him. sunghoon shoved him, causing some alcohol to spill on taehyun’s pants. taehyun laughed.

“she’s probably upstairs or something,” beomgyu added. soobin downed his drink and slammed the cup on the table, standing up. “woah… what’s wrong with you?” taehyun asked, shocked by the outburst. soobin gave a wry laugh, “nothing.”

making his way through the floor towards the stairs, his eyes landed once again on y/n. she was laughing at the fact that one of her friends completely missed the cup by a mile. her eyes wandered to his and she immediately turned and looked away, talking to some guy soobin didn’t know.

what the fuck? who the hell even is that? was she doing this on purpose? to make him jealous?

he had to stop himself from going over there. clenching his fists at his side, he continued to the stairs.

once soobin got to the fourth floor he did a quick scan around. like the previous floor, this one was also packed. a guard stood at the entrance. soobin paid him no mind as the guard stepped to the side and let him through.

towards the back, sakura sat on a couch surrounded by a group of girls, two of them the girls from yesterday. her head turned to him as he approached.

“well if it isn’t the man of the hour!” she smiled and took a sip from her margarita. the ice clinked together as she did.

“we need to talk,” soobin said, and turn on his heels, not bothering for her response.

he walked towards the center of the floor close to one of the walls where it wasn’t as crowded. he heard the click-clack of sakura’s heels as she followed, shouting his name.

sakura grabbed soobin’s shoulder and pulled him towards her so he would turn around. as soon as his eyes locked on her, he angrily asked, “what the hell is wrong with you?” she gave him a dumb look, which annoyed soobin more.

“what are you talking about?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“y/n,” he replied, “why is she here?” sakura dropped her arms. “i invited her for you! i even let her bring her friends.” she rolled her eyes at the last sentence.

soobin took a deep breath. “i didn’t ask you to do that.”

“i’m not seeing the problem.”

when soobin just stared at her, she she sharply exhaled and continued. “i invited her to help you out. i threw this party for you! so she can stop being up her own ass and you can win this bet! can’t you see that i was trying to fucking help you?”

soobin couldn’t keep in his anger anymore. if he wasn’t so buzzed, he’d be seeing red right now.

“i don’t need your fucking help!” he yelled, scaring sakura and causing to take a step back. he raked his hands through his hair and turned, making his way towards the bar that was on the floor. “what the fuck is your issue?” sakura yelled after him. he didn’t know. he really didn’t.

he waved one of the staff over and asked for something strong. from his pocket he felt his phone buzz.

fuck. fuck! soobin wanted to throw his phone.

why did he just do that? why didn’t he just leave the texts alone?

he knew why. all he was thinking about when replying was sakura’s stupid ass choices. that guy who y/n was talking to. wasn’t she clinging to him when he first saw her?

soobin downs his drink and asks for another, downing that too. fuck, he has to fix this.

like he’s on fire, he jumps from his seat and sprints down the stairs to the third floor. he looks towards the ping pong table where he last saw y/n, but she isn’t there. neither are her friends. he jogs up to the people he saw with them earlier.

“that group that was with you,” he says, “where’d they go?” a girl tells him they left the floor about five minutes ago. shit, soobin thinks, i need to catch her before she leaves the house.

he turns on his tracks and runs down the stairs. second floor, nothing. he makes it down to the ground floor and frantically searches around.

spotting yeonjun with a cup in his hand heading towards the door, he runs up to him and grabs him by the arm. yeonjun turns to him, eyebrows furrowed. he opens his mouth to speak but soobin beats him to it.

“y/n… where is she?” soobin breathes.

yeonjun looks him up and down. harshly removing his arm from soobin’s grasp, he spits, “it’ll be better if you just leave her alone. nothing good ever comes from being involved with you and the people you call your friends.” with that, he turns his back on soobin and walks out the door.

masterlist.

summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.

A/N: the ball dropped😨 quite literally… enjoy! i don’t think i’ve mentioned this before but please ignore the timestamps for this smau lmao

taglist: @imagineyour-kpopboy @gothgyuu @carengene (if your name is bold it wouldn’t let me tag you!)

— kipo <3

[ghoul-slime]

Mushy May Day 5 - Animals (Aether/Dew)

Day 5! Honestly shocked I made it this far. As always, thanks to @forlorn-crows for organizing this and to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!

Day 5 - Animals (Aether/Dew), no warnings, 1093 words

Aether is wrapping up his shift in the infirmary when he gets the text, mood lifting the moment he sees Dew’s name pop up in the notification. It had only been a few days since the band went back out on tour, and Aether was already missing his little fire ghoul something fierce.

When he opens the message, he’s greeted with a photo of Dew dressed in full costume, holding up a tiny orange kitten in his hands. Dew has sent a handful of other photos, all of the same kitten. Eating treats out of his hand, playing with a little catnip mouse, curled up and asleep in his lap. In the background he can see the rest of the pack sprawled out on the carpet of the green room with a tiny army of kittens and puppies.

Papa must have arranged for an animal rescue to visit the venue that day. Those were always some of their favorite days on tour, Aether thinks nostalgically. It was a great way for them all to de-stress after weeks on the road cooped up in the tour bus or boring hotel rooms. Getting to spend the day with playful little puppies and curious kittens did wonders for everyone’s morale. Dew especially. He was always the last ghoul to give up whatever animal he’d been cuddling with for the duration of the visit. 

Aether’s phone dings, and with it another handful of kitten pictures, along with a message from Dew.

His name is Chicken Nugget!!!

Aether smiles to himself. Three whole exclamation points? Dew must be having a good time with the animal rescue’s visit. He can’t wait to hear about it during their nightly call.

Aether texts back and tells him so.

Dew answers with another picture of himself holding Chicken Nugget up to his face, the tiny little kitten mid cheek-rub against the edge of one of Dew’s bug-eyed helmet goggles. 

Aether sets the photo as his phone wallpaper immediately.

That night when they talk, Dew can’t stop gushing about the kitten.

“Aether, I’m in love,” Dew says dramatically.

Aether gasps in mock outrage. “Wow, should I be jealous?” he answers.

Dew snorts. “Yes actually. I wanted to take him home so bad, but Papa said absolutely no way, no pets on the tour bus. I guess he has a point though,” Dew concedes, sounding more than a little bit sad about it.

“We bonded though, Aeth!” Dew exclaims, excited again. “He picked me over everyone else and he looked so sad when I had to give him back. I felt like I was abandoning him...” Aether can just hear the sad little frown on Dew’s face through the tone of his voice.

He listens to Dew talk about Chicken Nugget for the rest of their call. The fire ghoul has always been a little animal lover, but this is the first time Aether has seen him get so attached. It’s completely adorable, Aether thinks, though he’s sure that Dew will have moved on from it in a day or so once they get back out on the road. 

He’s completely wrong. Dew brings up the kitten every night during their calls for weeks. Worrying about what will happen if he doesn’t get adopted. Worrying about what will happen if he does get adopted, that he couldn’t trust just anyone with his little Chicken Nugget. 

Another month passes and Aether can hear the exhaustion in Dew’s voice building each day. It’s the first time since they’d been summoned that they’d been apart for so long.

“Lonely out here sometimes,” Dew says one night as he dozes off in his bunk on the phone with Aether. “Miss you…” he trails off. 

Aether’s heart aches. There’s still months of touring left. It’ll be nearly winter before he and Dew are reunited. That night, Aether makes a decision.

In the morning, he’s convinced himself he knows what to do. First things first, he has to make a few phone calls. He takes out his cell phone and dials.

Papa? Dew’s not around you right now, is he? Good. Can we talk?

An agonizing two months later and Aether finds himself standing anxiously outside the abbey, waiting for the tour bus to finally come rumbling down the road. To deliver his precious pack and beloved mate back into his waiting arms.

Dew is the first one off the bus, and he flies into Aether, nearly knocking him down in the process. He takes Dew’s bags in one hand and Dew’s hand in the other and leads him into the abbey, listening to him talk about the long flight and the even longer bus ride back home.

Once they’re inside, Dew makes a beeline toward the kitchen. But before he can escape, Aether tugs him back gently by the hand.

“Come here, I want to show you something first,” Aether says softly.

“Aeth, can’t it wait, I’m freaking starving,” Dew answers, rubbing his stomach to emphasize his point.

“Nope, can’t wait.” Aether takes Dew by the shoulders and steers him down the hall towards their shared bedroom. “Come with me.” 

Dew looks back at him suspiciously, but lets Aether guide him toward their closed bedroom door. When they get there, Dew turns the knob and opens the door slowly, unsure of what he’s going to find there waiting for him.

And then he sees it. A tiny little orange ball of fluff curled up in the middle of their nest. Dew gasps, immediately covering his mouth with his hand when the sound wakes the kitten from his nap. Chicken Nugget takes one look at Dew, stretches out his tiny paws, and lets out an excited little mewl.

Dew rushes over to the bed, scoops up the kitten, and cradles him to his chest before turning to back Aether with wide, glassy eyes. “How did you?” Dew’s voice cracks just a little bit.

Oh Satan, if Dew cries, he is definitely going to cry too, Aether thinks to himself in a panic.

“Don’t ask, it was a giant pain in the ass though,” he laughs, wiping a stray tear threatening to spill from his eyes. He pulls Dew in, careful not to squish the little purring kitten between them, and kisses his forehead. “He’s here now though. He was waiting for you. Both of us were waiting for you.”

Dew lets out a sob, and that’s it, Aether is crying too. Chicken Nugget, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier, purring away and kneading Dew's sweatshirt with tiny little claws.

[mikalame]

Date me... please

'yes tom ill be down there in like 5 minutes, just let me finish my make up okay' you type into your phone. Tom was BLOWING it up nervous about the whole ordeal,

Ever since you had asked for his number he was texting you ever miniute, of every hour all day long, you found it quite cute tho, for him to be thinking of you that much, it made you kick your feet like a little school girl.

You rush down the stairs, quickly grabbing your heels as you hop to put them on, you look at your self in the hallway mirror, flatting your dress and making sure your lipstick wouldn't smudge you open the door.

Seeing Tom right there was a bit of a shock but it still made you blush, he had his phone in his hand 'he was probably going to text me to see how much longer i would be' you think.

Tom fumbles to put his phone in his dark jean pants, lifting his black and red top, that unknowing matched well with the little dress you had on aswell.

"___, you look.... stunning" he mumbles his eyes tracing over every inch of you outfit, "why thank you tom, you dress up nice as well" you giggle adjusting your handbag.

Tom takes you hand and escorts you to his car, as he hops in the drivers side, starting the car he exsplains about what you two would be doing for the night.

"So what i was thinking was that we go walk around the park and visit the arcarde store, then we can go to restaurant, how does that sound" looking at you before eyes flicking back to the road.

"Arcade store?" you ask "Yeah i mean we could do somthing else it just kinda what i thought in the moment you know" his words faluter as he speaks, his eyes pinned to the road wondering if you thought i was a stupid idea.

"No i think it will be fun, i havent been to an arcade store in years, oooo i wonder if they still have donkey kong, i LOVED that game when i was younger" you rant, you start telling tom all the games you loved as a kid getting side tracked if one had a specific memory you remembered.

By the time your finished your at the park, you can see the neon lights to the store from here, you look down at your outfit now feeling like you dressed up a bit much for an arcade store.

"Hey ___ its kinda chilly do ya want my jacket" Tom asks seeing you look at the outfit your wearing, "hmm oh yeah please tom, thank you" you mutter as you shrug it on.

As you two walk to enjoy the evening light and the nice cool breeze washing over your selfs, you stop and take a small amount of time to stop and watch the family of swans wading through the water.

Once getting to the arcade store after you dared tom to a game of how could get there faster tom only winning because you had a hard time running with heels on, but that didnt stop tom from bragging for the next 5 minutes.

The first game you visited was... donkey Kong of course after you two had got the pass you practically DRAGGED him over there holding on to his hand, playing a few rounds then moving to a game tom wanted to play, then switching back and fourth between games you or him wanted to play.

Walking back to the car goodies in hand you tried to stuff the majortiy of what you one in you handbag but that didn't really hold much, tom had decided to just use his top as a bag and place all his goodies inside, shortly followed by you placing your goods with his, tom held the rest of his top close to him so they didnt fall out.

Tom chucked all the treats onto the dash before speeding off to the restaurant, cracking jokes, and eating a few of the lollies you won.

Once arriving tom opens your door, holding it like you were some queen or something, before placing your hand in his walking to the big glass double doors.

You to get escorted to your reserved table and get handed these wood print menus with 4 different panels showing you the drinks, the food and the deserts, the majority of them had super fancy names that you and tom tried to pronounce to each other but failed miserably.

While waiting for you food to arrive you and tom were given your chosen drink of coke in a nice tall cold glass with a fancy little straw with a lemon on the side, tom decided to challenge you with a contest of who could stay the most calm while eating the slice of lemon.

Half way through your little contest you food had arrived, they had seen you and tom trying to keep your composure then freeze and turn slowly to face the poor waiter who had both of your food in hand.

Once she left you two busted out laughing, "The look on the poor ladys face ahahha" tom chuckles wiping a fake tear from his eye "i know that was so stupid tom" you giggle before taking your first bite of food.

When you both had finished tom went up to pay talking bout how he has to because hes just manly like that, but stumbling when his pants got caught on his shoe making him trip a bit.

You walk to the car with tom he was showing you how many of the free mints he got while paying he seemed very proud of this saying how you could have to but not anymore because you 'didnt help get this'.

You two sit in the car remisising about the night laughing at the race you didnt win, tom getting mad saying the arcade game scammed him and how he wanted hi money back, the face on the lady when she saw your little competition at dinner and when you guys had so much lollies they were dropping out all over the place.

The drive back to your home was calm, no awkwardness around just tom and you enjoying eachothers company, his hand placed on your inner thigh only moving when he has to change gears but putting his hand back before the area could even get cold again.

Toms car pulls up to your home opening your door just like he did at the restaurant walking you to your door. "Oh wait i forgot somthing" he says running back to his car, grabbing somthing beofre running back to you.

"Here, i remember you saying how these were you favorite flower, so i got some for you, i didnt give them to you before cause i forgot" he laughs running the back of his neck before holding them out for you.

"Wow tom these are beautiful im so glad you remembered i liked these" you say smelling the sweetness waft off the flower "i had a really great night tonight tom" you whisper you eyes flicking from his brown eyes to his pierced lip.

Tom caught on knowing what you wanted as well he whispers back to you "I had a great night aswell ___ i hope to do this again" taking his hand out holding you jawline and slowing bringing you in for a kiss.

You felt as if you were in a movie the porch light shining down on you, tom hand on your jaw, you and around his neck, it made you feel amazing like you were on cloud-9.

Your lips separating and you pull in air to your lungs you look at tom again before wishing him a goodnight kissing his cheek and closing the door softly behind your self.

Tom looks back at where you were standing just progressing the fact you kissed his back, he walks back to his car he looks at the lollies on the dash eating one of the blue ones a small smile on his lips,

ready to spill all of this to the band when he gets back he cant wait for you next date.

HEYYY GUYS sorry this took awhile and its quite long to read but i hope you all enjoyed, wasnt going to make a PT2 but so many of you liked the first one so here you gooo

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[badasmuse]

“Shipoopi”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: language, lowercase intended, pretty cute tbh

Summary: after countless failed dates, bada finds herself with a good one. she’s never been so shocked-

Based off the song “Shipoopi” from The Music Man

“bada where are you going all dressed up?” lusher says after i ran down the stairs.

“on a date. i gotta go or else i’ll be late.” i said slipping on my shoes and grabbing my keys. “don’t wait up love you lush!” i ran to my car and pull off without a thought.

my palms are sweaty and i have no clue why. this isn’t my first time. in fact, i’ve been on approximately seven dates in the past two months. they never last. most of them just want a quick fuck which is something i’m preparing myself for.

i pull up to the restaurant and get out paying for valet because i am in fact too lazy to park my own car. anyways, i turn my head at the sound of my name.

“bada right? i’m y/n.” she smiles at me. shes fucking gorgeous.

“h-hi.” i stutter then facepalm because no way i just stuttered in front of the beautiful woman.

she giggles and hooks her arm in mine. “let’s go.” she guides me into the restaurant and to the table after giving my name to the hostess.

we talked a lot to each other and i swear i’m in love. she hasn’t touched her phone once, she’s been staring me in the eyes the whole time i spoke. man i hope this doesn’t take a turn for the worst.

after it was over, i walked her to her car. “so what next? am i going back to your place or would you like to come to mine?”

y/n laughs, “bada, sweetheart, i don’t know what kind of girls you’ve fucked with before but i don’t put out on the first date. but let’s go on another date soon. i enjoyed this.”

i blinked a few times. surprise and relief filling me. “y-yeah of course.. i’ll text you.” here i go stuttering again.

she waves bye and pulls off. i like her.

the second date was just as good, if not better, than the first one. i’ve never been on more than one date with the same person. we went to an arcade and got ice cream. it was the sweetest date i’ve ever been on. no pun intended.

afterwards we go to her car and she smiles at me, “hope you don’t mind me asking for a third date.” she says, giggling. “i’m having a lot of fun with you.”

i nod, “i am too. i’d love a third date. i’ll call you. bye y/n.”

she waves and pulls off.

three, four, seven dates pass and we still haven’t done a thing besides hold hands and hug. i’m not complaining, it’s very refreshing.

“and like she hasn’t even kissed me yet. i haven’t kissed her either, not even on the cheek. it’s not like she’s hard to get but she is and i’m not complaining but i’ve never done this and i’m so glad i found her. it feels good.” i rant laying my head on lusher’s lap.

“oh shit, she’s your shipoopi!” she says.

i sit up fast, “bitch my what??”

“shipoopi! the girl that’s hard to get but you get her, and you basically have her. you’re glad you found her. she’s your shipoopi! you should ask her out. she’ll probably say yes!”

i sigh and look at my watch, “oh shit i’m meeting her in fifteen minutes. gotta go bye lush!” i grab my keys, slide on my shoes, and drive to the cafe down the road.

she’s your shipoopi! you should ask her out.

lusher’s words replay in my head. maybe i’ll ask her out…

she walks in, looking gorgeous as ever. “my bada!” she says sitting across from me.

my heart flutters when she calls me her bada. “hi y/n.”

“what’s wrong? your vibe is off.” she cocks her head to the side.

i open my mouth then close it. should i ask?

“bada, talk to-“

“will you be my girlfriend?” i blurt out, cutting her off, then covering my mouth.

“i am so sorry. oh my gosh i did not mean to cut you off. it’s the nerves. my hands are so sweaty right now. oh you did not need to know that.” i sigh and look down at my shoes.

i hear her giggle which causes me to look up. “yes bada i’ll be your girlfriend.” she says.

“really?”

“yes really.” she stands up and leans over kissing me on my lips. “i hope that was okay.” she says after she pulls back.

my mind blanks. i just stare at her. my heart is beating fast and i’m frozen.

“uh oh i broke her.” y/n giggles yet again before she lays her hands in my face gently. “get out your mind sweetheart.”

“s-sorry.” i stutter. man can i not? “um… wanna go see a movie?”

she nods, “yes, but, let’s watch at your place.”

“really?”

“we’ve been on enough dates. i trust you now. come on.” she walks with me to my car. “my brother dropped me off, you don’t mind me being your passenger princess do you?”

“absolutely not. i didn’t think you’d say yes to me..” i say honestly after opening the door for her and sliding in the drivers seat.

“i may seem hard to get but honestly bada you had me after the second date. you could’ve asked then and i would’ve said yes.”

“really? i guess i should’ve then huh?” i pause and think, “my best friend, and roommate, said you’re my… shipoopi. i’m not sure what that really means. i mean she explained it but i’m lost.”

she laughs and covers her mouth. “you mind if i see your phone?”

i hand it to her unlocked and she scrolls for a minute before typing and a song starts to play.

i listen to the lyrics carefully and laugh, “OH this is what she meant.”

“she’s 100% correct.” she giggles holding my hand that’s on the middle console.

i guess she’s my shipoopi… i hate that word bro what the fuck.

[leclerced]

hear me out

lando and oscar just can’t keep their hands off of you and it’s kinda a secret like you were dating oscar and then all 3 of you started dating but McLaren was like “ummm guys this isn’t good for our PR” and so you keep it hush hush like NO ONE knows except for you 3 , the boys trainers , and Zak Brown. So during COTA you guys do the little teenage dream fuck your small town bf on a back road or whatever… but a group of teenage boys were out hunting , and coincidentally were F1 fans , so they recorded you and leaked it on F1 twitter so your relationship is not only OUT but so is your new sextape !

and there is a race the next day meaning none of you will be escaping this.

-🪼🪼🪼

ur insane for this jelly. adding a read more bc this is lonf

the thing about small towns is that everyone knows everyone. and they keep up with each other even if they move out. you start popping up around formula one drivers and people are gonna see it. even if it’s just one of them, they send it to all of their friends and family. the first time, it’s a screenshot of you in lando’s vlog, “hey didn’t we go to school with this girl?” and later, when you’re being posted on main at every race, every kid you went to school with is sharing the photos, “how do you think they met?” “which one is she dating?” the guy you went to prom with has an odd sense of satisfaction knowing he got to feel you up after the dance and now you’re rumored to be dating some race car driver(s).

when you get spotted in a club with them getting handsy, it 100% makes its way to your parents. your kindergarten best friend’s aunt sends it to your mom, “honey, is she doing okay?” and you want to die in a hole when she forwards you the texts, “honey, i hope you’re being safe! nancy is worried. send her a text to let her know you’re doing fine. she said she messaged you on christmas and never heard back.”

when the race is back in your area, the whole town is buzzing thinking you’re bringing them back home and they’ll get to meet some celebs. you’d never allow it, you just know the girl you fought with from preschool all the way to your high school graduation would love to tell them any and all embarrassing stories. even stopping at one of the small stores is risky, no telling who is the cashier now.

but if you stay on the back roads you can avoid most of the houses you know, and the rental truck conceals your identity. there’s an old spot you want to show them. you def think it’s secure. it’s got a decrepit house on the corner, no one really knows who owns it so you know the owners won’t be around to yell about trespassers. you have to climb through a barbed wire fence behind it and make your way through some woods before you find the clearing. it’s obvious it’s still the spot for some people, it hasn’t been forgotten since your class graduated. the tradition of debauchery in the woods has been passed on.

there’s a circle full of ashes, the same spot your friends had campfires years before. it’s the first spot you ever kissed anyone, smoked weed, drank. you just planned on driving through the town and pointing out your childhood home, where family lives, the school you went to. you decide on popping by and showing them the clearing last minute because it’s on the way out of town. it’s chilly out and you carried the blanket from the truck to shield you from the evening breeze. lando takes it and lays it across the bed, wants to stargaze for a bit. within minutes of you and oscar joining him, he’s turned it into a makeout session, and then you’re being fucked in the woods in the middle of the night.

the ones hunting don’t even recognize you, they just hear moaning and go to the clearing, expecting to find one of their friends so they can give them shit. they record it, send it to someone who forwards it to others. it’s the way small towns work. “who’s fucking at the clearing?” with a video attached. makes its way around until someone recognizes you or the drivers. then it’s back down the chain, “ohh its the girl from my sisters class, the one dating those drivers. apparently they’re in town for the race this weekend.”

by the time you make it back to the hotel, it’s being shared across the internet. most of the people in your town disregard it, but there are some asshole guys who post it on snapchat, twitter. share it in the gross group chats men have with each other. the f1 fans find it by searching “lando and oscar” on twitter and looking at the recent tweets. then it’s spread amongst them, people trying to figure out if the grainy footage is real, if the audio is real.

the next morning, the mclaren team is sitting them down for a pr course and training them on the responses to give. you stay at the hotel to avoid any and all attention, but the lack of your presence at the track leads to them being asked why you aren’t there.

[gallusrostromegalus]

So now that we're getting into the nitty-gritty about the zanpakuto, I'm immensely curious about what you're gonna do with Kaname's zanpakuto. Cuz if I remember canon right, he "inherited" (graverobbed?) the sword from his deceased friend, who we are told is the impetus for his whole crusade and made it his own to honor her. I'm interested to see your thoughts :))

You are remembering canon correctly! Suzumushi is NOT Kaname Tousen's Sword! It's the Sword of his friend/unrequited love interest Kakyo NoSurnameInCanon, who was fridged murdered, and when the central 46 refused to prosecute her killer because of his Noble status, that's when Kaname's crusade began, carrying Suzumushi.

...yeah.

In AEIWAM, it's similar, but instead of a friend/unrequited love interest-

Kaname is twelve when he dies suddenly, and reincarnates in the Soul society as a Tween. He is unceremoniously dumped on a country back road in West 51 with only the clothes he died in and no memory of his previous life besides his given name. Kakyo is also about twelve when she dies, and is dumped about four feet away from Kaname five seconds later, and sprains her ankle on the fall. She remembers her past life ("It Sucked"), and reassures Kaname that the guy that left her here said there was a 50-50 chance she'd lose her entire memory. That must be what happened to him. Kakyo can't walk on her injured ankle, but she can see where she's going. Kaname is a strong lad with great balance, and offers to carry her on his back if she can navigate him towards a village. It takes several freezing cold nights, scavenging for food and a terrifying encounter with a rabid dog before they finally reach the village.

Since neither actually knows their birthday, but were both 'reborn' on November 13th, and because they look extremely different, they decide that they are now brother and sister. And ever since then, Kakyo and Kaname regarded each other as twins.

They actually stumble into a library at the edge of a fairly large river trading port, run by Tomoko Tousen, a retired Gotei-13 Archivist, and her husband Yasuke, a retired shinigami, who gained a surname when they married. They never had children of their own, and it's nice having the young things about, so they adopt the 'twins', and they become Kakyo Tousen and Kaname Tousen. Fortunate, as it rapidly becomes apparent the twins have spiritual powers of their own.

Kaname is the gentler and shyer twin, and closer to his godmother, who figures out how to enchant a pair of glasses so they can 'read' text he looks at and speaks it to him, and he takes to books and archiving and data science like a duck to water.

Kakyo is a litter rougher and more gung-ho twin and takes after her adopted godfather, and dreams of leaving home and becoming a Shinigami herself... but their godparents are elderly, and can't run the library on their own, and she doesn't want to leave Kaname completely on his own.

Still, when she wakes up one morning from fitful dreams to discover she's holding a sword of her own, the whole family rejoices. Suzumushi is a not very powerful Zanpaktou, and strangely eager to avoid conflict for a weapon, and is content to stay in the river town, practicing Katas with Yasuke and occasionally lightly Harassing her weilder's brother- but before the year is out, Kaname has gotten used to sometimes having what feels like a clockwork cicada climb up his back or sit on his head, chiming and chittering while he works.

One day though, Kaname is talking with Yasuke, about how neither of them remembers their previous lives. Yasuke confides that while he doesn't remember who he was or where he lived, there are some memories that not even death can erase, like how his body remembered exactly what to do the first time he picked up a sword.

Kaname has nightmares after that, of picking up Suzumushi and knowing exactly how to wield her.

Time passes, Their godparents pass. And Kakyo stays with Kaname. Neither one really wants the other to be alone.

Then one day, A komuso monk comes to the library, body covered in robes and face hidden by his Tengai. ... A Really Big Monk. His name is Komamora Sajin, and from the way he acts around Kaname, Kakyo can tell he's taken care of people who are frail and missing senses before. Kaname is very fond of him- they have similar natures, and the actually-nine-foot-tall Sajin is very good at getting things off of high shelves and convincing difficult patrons to behave themselves. Eventually, he asks to stay on a more permanent basis, and Kakyo begs him to do so- she needs to become a Shinigami, but she can't abandon Kaname. They agree, and when she tells Kaname "Stay here, and stay gentle." it her telling her how much she loves him, and wants him to be happy.

...So you can imagine how devastating her death was for him.

Doubly so when he arrives in Seireitei to handle her funeral arrangements and touches Suzumushi's hilt for the first time- the rage, the grief of the sword spirit courses through him, baying for vengeance- and worse still, so does his body's memory of how to weild a sword.

He and Kakyo were about as close as humans can get, and Suzumushi knew him for as long as the spirit had known Kakyo- if there's someone who'd be willing to avenge her master's death, it's her beloved 'twin' brother.

...but this implies a lot of WIERD stuff about Kaname and his relationship with Suzumushi.

Sometimes Zanpaktou can be passed from one person to another, incarnating a bit differently each time (like how Senbonsakura is the Kuchiki Family Sword), but other Zanpaktou will die if thier wielder does. Suzumushi is not a particularly powerful zanpaktou- Tousen and Suzumushi are regularly ranked last in the "most powerful captains" fan-polls and rightly so I think. Rightly so, because I think Kaname's power is significantly nerfed by carrying a sword that is not his. Even if he and Suzumushi are particularly close, that's different than his own, and I don't think Suzumushi ever intended to be a heritable sword. Actually using her probably takes a ton more energy for Kaname that it ever did for Kakyo. Futhermore, Kaname might also be spending a ton of energy keeping Suzumushi alive past her time.

Suzumushi only has one potentially-lethal maneuver and that's an alternate form of her shikai. The regular forms are "Spell of take a nap and stop rioting" and "Spell of no for real you're losing your sensory privileges until you calm down". Both are way more crowd control abilities rather than Deuling ones, which fits with both his and Kakyo's characterization of wanting Soul Society to be a better place- Suzumushi is a sword that's practically built to get in the middle of a major battle and get everyone to STOP. And I gotta wonder- were these the original abilities of Suzumushi, or something she crafted for Kaname? Especially his Bankai- That's a weird Banaki for a sighted person like Kakyo to have. Or is it the original, drawn from Kakyo's experiences living with Kaname? Either way, he's either using tools not intended for him, or Suzumushi is heavily deviating from what she was meant to do, as a weapon.

My point is, as good as Kaname was- and he was good, he made Captain (and not just because they were... out of officers after the Turn Back The Pendulum Incident), but he did apparently hold his own in battle against everyone but fucking Kenpachi.

In AEIWAM, he does this by focusing on his technical skill as a swordsman- what he lacks in power or Zanpaktou abilities that are actually useful in Duels, he makes up for in learning really advanced, high-level Kido* and getting damn good at actually using his sword as a sword. In the fic, Kenpachi is a huge admirer and actually kind of Jealous of Kaname's technique- he declares that of all the captains, Kaname is the strongest, because he's the one punching highest above his weight class, while eveyone else (including him) is coasting by on their enormous power reserves or more duel-adept Zanpaktou, yet Kaname can go toe-to-toe with all

"It's like watching a little bitty Bat beat up a Tiger!" He says.

So, if Suzumushi is not Kaname's Zanpaktou, what is?

For that, I think we need to look at what happened to him after his hollowfication.

After dinner. this takes up a lot of brainpower.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Surprise, Surprise

AN: It took me a while @navybrat817 but I did something with this little thot you sent me back in June for my birthday. This serves as a follow- up to my kinktober fic Need you now.

Unbeta'd ramblings

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Relationship: Alpha! Nomad Steve x Omega! Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

CW: Angst, Attempted assault, Misogyny, Mild Violence, Fluff and Feels, implied sexy times.

Steve leant forward, his weight shifting on to his arms as his hands lay flat against the control panel. It was just a reflex. Getting closer to the view screen wouldn’t change what it was saying, wouldn’t change the fact that he didn’t know where you were.

“I’ve gotta find her, Tony.”

“Chill your boots, Capsicle. She’ll be somewhere.”

Steve ground his teeth, biting back an angry retort.

“I haven’t seen or heard from her in months. She’s overdue her heat. Her apartment is all packed and cleared out. If she’s hurt, or in danger, I’ll never forgive myself.”

A firm hand came down on Steve’s shoulder.

“We’ll find your girl, Stevie. I’m sure Stark and I can put aside our differences long enough.”

There was a derisive snort from Tony’s workstation but Steve chose to ignore it.

“Thanks, Buck. I appreciate it.”

“It’s the least I could do, you know, considering that helping me is what got you into this in the first place.”

Steve gave Bucky a small smile.

“It wasn’t your fault, Buck. Blame the Accords.”

“But they’re rescinded now,” added Tony. “So now we’re a happy family once again, let’s find Cap’s errant Omega, shall we. Then Cyborg and I can go back to ignoring each other.”

Steve sighed and shook his head.

Where could you be?

You made your way down the busy sidewalk, trying your best not to get jostled by everyone else who seemed to be going in the opposite direction. It was cold and dark out, and you had on your big winter coat, but just the act of going against the flow was getting you all hot and sweaty. You didn’t dare undo it though.

It had been 5 months since you’d last seen Steve, when your one word missive via text had brought him out of hiding for a brief few days during your heat. A few days in which you could forget that he was a wanted man on the run. A nomad. He’d just been Steve. Your mate. Your Alpha.

But it was getting hard now. His scent had almost completely faded from his shirt, the one you currently wore. You were desperate to have the vestiges of him on your skin, not only because you missed him, but for safety.

You may wear a mating scar on your neck, but you barely had any Alpha scent lingering on you, meaning that some Alphas, unmated ones, saw you as fair game. An abandoned mated Omega was just a single Omega in their eyes. You’d already suffered some harassment in the last few weeks, cat calls and the such like, but you needed to keep yourself safe.

You pressed on. It was only another couple of blocks until you got back to your shitty apartment. You missed your old one, but after Steve’s last visit, when clarity had hit you a few weeks later, you knew that for his and your safety you couldn’t stay there. You’d packed up only the most precious of your belongings and hit the road. 

Suddenly someone bumped into you with surprising force and you spun, your bags dropping to the ground, before you inelegantly joined them. You breathed a sigh of relief when you realised you’d landed on your backside. 

You were just reorientating yourself, a part of you frustrated by how everyone was just passing you by, when a shadow fell over you.

“Need a hand?”

You looked up, and saw two men standing over you. The one who’d spoken had his hand out.

You accepted, tentatively, and let out a small gasp as he easily hefted you to your feet. He smiled at you, but there was something off about it, the way it didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“You ought to be careful, omega. Being out here, in the dark, all on your lonesome.”

His friend thrust your belongings into your arms and you gripped them tightly so as not to spill them again. You were feeling uncomfortable and just wanted to get home.

“I’ll be okay. Thank you for stopping to help.” You made to step around them and carry on your way, but the pair shifted, caging you in against the side of the building behind you.

“Never a problem for a pretty omega.” His smile turned into a predatory grin and you tried to school your features and not let your discomfort show.

“Well, thank you again…” You took another step, but neither of them moved.

“We’re you going in such a hurry? Thought we could get to know each other better. Maybe you thank us properly.”

You steeled yourself for the inevitable confrontation and tried to nonchalantly catch the eye of a passer-by. Any passer-by.

“Look. I’m appreciative. But I’ve got to get home to my Alpha.” You tilted your head to show your mating scar, but the man just dropped his head slightly, and scented you. You couldn’t repress the full body shiver such an invasion of privacy the act elicited.

“The thing is, ‘mega, I see the scar, but you barely have any of your alpha scent on you. Makes me think you’ve been abandoned, sweet thing.”

You glared before trying to push your way between them.

“I don’t want any trouble.”

He grabbed your upper arm, jerking you to a halt.

“Then come with us nicely, and you won’t have any.”

“No. I’m not going with you. I owe you no other thanks than what I’ve given. And even if I didn’t have an alpha, which I do, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere with either of you.”

The grip on your arm tightened and you couldn’t stop the small cry of pain you let out.

“Ungrateful, omega bitch. Let’s see if you change your tune when you’ve got a knot in you.”

His friend took hold of your other arm and between them they started to haul you towards the mouth of an alley. You dropped your bags again so you’d have your hands free and dropped your weight to make it harder for them to move you. Also, it was now time to make a scene.

“Get off of me. Let me go, you creeps!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, squirming and twisting their grasp, but in the time you’d been interacting with them, the massive crowds that had been your bane earlier on had now disappeared. 

You turned your head and latched your teeth onto one of the hands holding you, feeling a burst of pride in your chest when you broke the skin and the man cried out. He dropped you as he let go, and you sank to the floor. Your joy was short-lived though when he back-handed you around the face, and you went dizzy from the force of it. Your vision was cloudy as they pulled you back up.

“Just think, sweetheart. We were willing to be nice. Could have made sure you enjoyed it, but now? Now it’s just for us.” He turned to his buddy. “When did omegas get so uppity? Was a time when as an alpha you just had to say jump and omegas would ask how high.”

Your panic was rising, along with the bile in your throat, but then you smelt it.

Smelt him. 

Your salvation. 

For a moment you thought your brain was playing tricks on you, but then your hindbrain started whining excitedly and you knew it was true.

“Let. Her. Go.”

A deep growl sounded from the street end of the alley, and your would-be assailants dropped you and turned at the sound. You caught yourself on your palms, scrapping them on the hard, filthy ground, but you didn’t care.

“Steve!” His blue eyes flicked over you, no doubt checking to see how much you’d been hurt, as he stalked forward towards the two men. 

“How dare you touch my mate. How dare you touch any omega like that.” His voice was unsettlingly calm and you saw the two men look towards each other, a silent conversation about fight or flight. They didn’t make their decision quickly enough though, because suddenly Steve was in front of them, knocking them out with one punch each, then walking past them, already forgotten, as he focused on you.

“Are you okay, baby?” His voice was full of trepidation as he scooped you up against his chest. You rubbed your face into the crook of his neck, covering your skin with his scent and allowing it to calm you.

“‘M okay, Steve. Just lost my stuff.”

You felt his chuckle rumble through your body.

“I’ll get you some more stuff, Omega. Let’s get you home.”

You allowed him to carry you, your fingers curled into the lapels of his brown suede jacket. You inhaled his scent deeply, and realised after a few minutes that you were purring. Steve pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you were sure you could hear him smile.

“Missed you too, sweetheart. Missed you too.”

You didn’t tell him where your apartment was, but you weren’t surprised that he knew. Of course he’d found out, otherwise he wouldn’t have been in this neighbourhood anyway. He let you back on your feet outside your door, and you were glad that you’d put your keys in your pocket and not your bag. You opened the door and walked through, flicking on the light and illuminating your meagre accommodation.

You could tell Steve wasn’t impressed. If the scent of his dissatisfaction wasn’t obvious enough, the way he went around the whole place, scoping out locks on all the windows would have let you know.

“Baby, why are you living here? Why did you leave your old apartment?”

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth. You couldn’t get away with not telling him, so sooner rather than later was obviously the best strategy. You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him. You still had your coat on, and with how much heat Steve pumped out, you were starting to sweat within a few seconds.

“I was scared, Steve. And I felt vulnerable. My mind was telling me that I had to go somewhere safe. Somewhere unknown. What if someone had followed you the last time you had visited. Then we…I wouldn’t be safe.”

“You’ve neer felt like that before, Omega. I’ve visited you for your heat there lots of times.”

Laughter bubbled up your throat, and you shook your head, a wry smile on your face.

“Yeah, but last time was sort of different.”

Steve looked down at you, confusion on his face, as you stepped away from him and unzipped your coat, pulling it off and tossing it aside. 

Your mate looked at you. 

Frozen still. 

Mouth agape. 

Then he dropped to his knees in front of you, wrapped his arm around your thickened waist and pressed his cheek to your swollen belly, which was barely covered by his worn black t-shirt. You let him have a moment, and just ran your fingers through his dirty blonde locks, humming gently and letting out a soothing scent.

When he pulled his face away and sat back on his heels he was looking up at you in awe. His eyes were red rimmed and you could see the tracks of a few silent tears on his pinked cheeks.

“You’re having my pup?”

You smiled at him and put out your hand to pull him up.

“Yes, silly. Although, I have a feeling it might be pups. Two.”

Steve stood, only to stagger a few feet to your worn sofa, before dropping down into it and pulling you with him to sit across his lap. One of his arms was around your back, supporting you, and the other lay across your stomach, long fingers splayed over your bump. He gave you a soft, lingering kiss, before pulling back and shaking his head, still in disbelief.

“You’re having my pups. Pups. You. Me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at him, how shocked he was by it all.

“Well, that’s generally what happens when an Alpha and an Omega love each other very much and have a special cuddle…oww!”

You let out a cry as Steve playfully nipped at your neck, just above your mating scar, before running his tongue over it.

“Okay, just stop teasing me, baby. It’s a shock, alright? I knew it was a possibility, but I just didn’t think it would happen. Not yet.”

“Steve, it’s not like we were doing anything to prevent it.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…it’s just part of me thought it wouldn’t happen until we were properly together again.”

Your heart sunk in your chest, as he reminded you of the current state of your relationship.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you resumed toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“When do you have to go?”

“Well, I was thinking that we’d stay here tonight, then pack you up and move you to the compound tomorrow.”

You sat back up with a start.

“What? Compound? What do you mean?”

“Well, now I’m back, I have a big apartment at the Compound, and if you’re there with me, then we can get you the best medical care and…”

You scrabbled off his lap, chest suddenly tight.

“Back? You’re back? When? How? I’m…oh my god, I can’t breathe.”

You sank to the floor, leaning over and dragging air into your lungs. Steve knelt down beside you rubbing your back, letting his scent flow in an effort to soothe you.

“My turn to shock you, ey, Omega?”

You nodded, still unable to speak and feeling a prickling in your eyes.

“I don’t know how you missed it, but the Accords were rescinded. I mean I still gotta have a long ass meeting with some high up folk, but I’m no longer a wanted man. Tony and I have even made tentative steps to get our friendship back on track. Brought Bucky back with me too.”

You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his, uncaring at the tears rolling down your face.

“You’re back, you’re back. Oh god. And I’m having your pups and I can move out of this shitty apartment. Pinch me, I’m dreaming.”

Steve chuckled, and then for the second time in as many hours scooped you up into his arms.

“How about you show me where you sleep in this awful place, and I’ll bite your neck instead, Omega…”

His words were almost a growl as he rubbed his face up against yours, and you felt heat suffuse your body.”

“I’d like that very much, Alpha…”

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The week has been nothing but stressful back and forth of messages with your boss updating him about the meetings which sometimes he took an hour to reply to even though he promised he be free for these things making everyone at the table annoyed and making you feel embarrassed about the way your boss was acting you couldn't apologies to them enough the meeting took a lot longer because of that. however, you were thankful that today was Saturday and you could be free of stress for the weekend You and Lando texted back and forth him sending you sweet messages making you smile during the stressful week you both planned to go seeing today you were nervous it was your first date after so long after taking a break from relationships.

The sun shining through the big bay windows of your hotel room is the only thing your boss has done right during this week but you are going to put work behind you today and leave the stress for next week however you will have a conversation with your boss when you return. getting up from the comfort of your hotel bed and slipping on your slippers that were placed at the side of your bed looking outside of the window Monaco's city active cars passing by from the streets below going to their next destination.

Lando texting you that he be with you in an hour. giving you plenty of time to get ready for the fun ahead.

straightening the last strand of your hair. Looking at the mirror making sure that you didn't miss anything and that your outfit was okay nothing too casual but something in between for what Lando planned ahead your phone pinging with a message from Lando I'm 5 minutes away. xx quickly typed back okay see you soon ill meet you outside the hotel. xx

Making sure you have everything you need making a small checklist in your head grabbing the key card from its holder looking back at the mirror making sure your outfit is okay sighing here we go.

The seconds were going slower making you a little nervous you knew you were a little early to leave the hotel but you really didn't want him waiting for you looking down at your watch 1 more minute hearing a small beep looking towards the noise seeing a black Lamborghini pulling up slowly the window rolling down "your guide is here madame" laughing opening the passenger door "where we going?" putting your seatbelt on Lando pulling away from your hotel "that my love bug is a secret" blushing at the cute nickname sighing "I hate secrets but because its you I let you off" Lando looking over quickly winking at you.

The conversation bounced between the both of you like you knew each other for years. "well sweet here's our first destination" The road looked memorable "I remember this road from somewhere but cant remember where" Looking around Lando drove slowly around the corners "this is Circuit de Monaco you may see it on TV from F1" now he said it you did remember it from that your little sister addicted to formula one and tells everything about it "oh I remember now! my little sister talks about Formula One all the time she really likes this one guy uh" pointing her finger to her lips "that's it, Lando Norris!" making him laugh "yeah I enjoy it too big fan off that Lando guy would love to meet your sister one day" Making Emily nod looking at Monaco scenery leaving the first destination and onto the next.

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Lando didn't want to dare to tell her that he was the Formula One driver that her sister liked he just enjoyed being a normal person for that day he knew that he would have to tell her one day but that's another subject for another day for now he wanted to have fun with her bringing her to all the destinations that she couldn't go to on her last visit. The conversations constantly flowed making it easy for them both Emily talked about her work and how her boss embarrassed her in front of new contractors for the boss making Lando want to tell her to be the CEO assistant for McLaren but he knew he couldn't open up just yet. they just met she could easily be there for his fame if he told her but deep down he knew she wouldn't do that she sounded like a genuine person.

Pulling up to the next destination Fontvieille Port "I've been here before to meet with one of my boss's contractors" Lando parking his car at a parking space "Well my love we are doing something other than meeting contractors we are going on one of them yachts that I booked for us to ride while we're watching the sunset" making Emily smile at Lando "stay their ill open the door for you" jumping out of the car the sunset going down slowly just in time Lando thought opening the door for Emily holding her hand helping her out of the car shutting the door behind her. both of them making their way towards the yacht.

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Emily was surprised by Landos date planning no boy had done this for her always took her to a restaurant which between me and you she actually hated she preferred having a takeaway at home and watching movies she hated restaurants she avoided them like the plague so the fact that Lando planned this wowed her.

Lando helps her onto the boat The sun slowly sets behind them quickly taking a quick photo for memory Lando tells the driver to set off. walking towards her holding his hand out "Shall we?" Emily instantly took his hand leaving a small spark between them. Lando brings them over to a table and chairs on the top deck, which was nicely set out with a bottle of wine in the middle candles and flowers placed next to it plates and cutlery placed, giving Lando an instant brownie point. Helping her sit down at the table she knew he went through so much for this to be perfect tonight and that warmed her heart. The wine instantly opened her and Lando's glasses filled The boat went through the waves with ease her hair blowing with the wind conversations flowing back and forth. A man walks towards their table with a small clipboard in hand "Are you ready to order food?" looking up towards Lando "Can I have a medium steak with chips please" The waiter nods and looks towards you "Can I have the same please" writing down your order and rushing off towards the end of the boat

The sky slowly fell into the dark blue the stars lightening up the sky the lights surrounding the boat lightening up Lando's face "Thank you for planning this it's been beautiful so far" you softly spoke Lando smiled " only for a gorgeous woman" Holding up his glass making you instantly blush clicking your glass with his. You didn't have to wait long for the meals to come but you found it more beautiful that you and lando were having a meal on a boat under the stars you couldn't really find anything better than this right?.

The night was sadly coming to an end you and Lando at the front watched the midnight waves coming in contact with the boat "Again thank you, Lando, it has been memorable no one has done that for me" Lando turned towards you grabbing your hand "and I'm glad I could make this memorable for you but uh um can I have another date with you?" making you instantly nod "of course cant wait for what you plan next" lando softly leaning forward "can I?" making you nod both off you leaning in the kiss bring you butterflies and you swore you heard fireworks in the sky but that only what comes from Disney movies but this is going to be your Disney movie.

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[moderndaycassandra]

We're both on the sidewalk, walking opposite directions, about to pass each other.

I look at your hair, gently flowing behind as you walk. I try to turn my gaze away, desperate to not seem like I'm staring, but it's too late. You've already noticed, and as you look me over you spot the lesbian flag pin on my purse. You smile to yourself and slow your pace so our pass takes longer. "I like your pin." you say with a hint of playfulness, pointing to my purse. I follow your finger to the flag and blush "Oh, uh, th-thanks. I like your hair." I stutter, face glowing red. You offer a cheeky smile as we walk by, and I turn my gaze to the sidewalk to hide my rosy cheeks.

The next day, we're at the same place again walking opposite directions. We offer another round of simple greetings and compliments. "Good morning!" "It's a cold one today." "Nice shirt, love that band." "New shoes?" This proceeds every day until the seventh. This time, you come to a full stop. "So, where are you headed?" you ask, taking a couple of steps backwards to stay next to me as I slow my pace and look up, meeting your eyes. They shine with sincerity. "Oh, uh, just getting coffee. There's a little cafe just up the road." Taking the unspoken invitation, you turn on your heel and begin to walk with me. "Yeah? Let me guess, Rose's Garden?" "Uh-huh. The one with the cat." "Mind if I tag along?" My brain bursts into flame as my face erupts a beautiful shade of red. I pull my scarf up nonchalantly to try and cover up. "S-sure." We walk in silence for a couple of steps before you grow bored of it. "So. You go to school here?" "N-no. My friend does and they needed a roommate, so I moved in with them. What about you?" "Yeah. Not quite sure what I want though. Just taking gen-ed for a year or two while I figure it out. I think I want to do something with biology maybe." "Heheh, I'm sure you'll....figure it out." My heart is beating so hard I'm surprised you haven't commented on the noise.

We arrive at the coffee shop and order our drinks. We take a table by the window and talk for twenty minutes or so between sips. We talk about our interests, make jokes, and slowly realize we have a lot in common. This becomes our new daily routine. We walk to the cafe, get coffee, and chat for a while, every day. At some point, we trade phone numbers and begin texting during our free time. Every time I see that little (1) pop up on my phone, the flame of passion ignites; I've just gotten a bit more used to it. After a couple of weeks, we start hanging out. You come to my apartment and I introduce you to my roommate, the next week I come to your house and meet your cat. At some point, we start going out. We never say the word date, but you don't go to roller rinks, mini-golf, cinema, attend weddings, and go to fancy dinners if you're just friends. At least, not this frequently, right?

A year or so later, we're lying on our backs on a grassy hill. The ground is chilled from the autumn air, but that doesn't dissuade us. Our laughter dies down from the last joke you told as we stare at the clouds. I point one out that looks like a giraffe, your favorite animal. I turn my head to see if you're looking. And you are, but not at the cloud, you're looking at me. That same sparkle in your eyes and joy in your smile. "I love you." you say quietly. We've both said it before, plenty of times. But always as friends, purely platonic. This time, it's different. Something about those three words feels different. You mean it. "I-" my throat goes dry, the flame in my brain erupts into an inferno and my arm goes limp, dropping into the grass. The edges of my vision fade away as I stare into your eyes. My face grows redder than it ever has before, only this time I don't try to hide it. "I love you too." You reach an arm behind my head and I reach behind your back as we pull each other close. Time loses all meaning as our lips meet and we kiss for the first time. The singular moment feels like it lasted an eternity, yet it wasn't nearly long enough. You pull away, leaving our lipsticks smeared and mixed.

The next year goes by fairly slowly, not too different from the first. Only now, we're not just friends, we're partners. You're my girlfriend, and I'm yours. The passion and excitement still hasn't died down. Years go by, you graduate college and get a job. I go back to school and get my degree. We have two kids and we watch as they grow up and go through school and find themselves partners, just as we found each other. Decades later, one of us dies, leaving the other alone. Which one is which? It doesn't really matter. By this point, our selves are so ingrained into each other that we're incomplete, merely two parts of a whole, but one part is missing. It isn't long before the other passes, and we rejoin in eternity, a loving embrace that lasts forever.

Then, I blink. We're back on the sidewalk that first day and I'm staring at your hair. You notice, then look at my purse. You open your mouth as if to say something, but decide against it.

We pass each other in silence.

[deansapplepie]

Till THE DEAD do us part |Chapter 14

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story. This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

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Chapter 14: We’ll not lose each other

Summary: The group buries Dale and decide to honor his memory. The day that they would fulfill his wishes, chaos ensues and the day ends in fire, growls, screams and gun shots.

Warning; inner swearing, little angsty, mentions of violence, mentions of death, walkers are killed, grief, forgiveness. Minors do not interact.

Paining; Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 2,151

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. In this chapter we finish Season 2, I’d like to have written more about the final part, but honestly I thought it wouldn’t have anything that would make a difference in the story. Before the 8 months jump, I’m going to make some extra stories about them on the road.

The day wasn’t cloudy, but you felt just like it was. Everybody were silent, just talking when it was necessary. You did a funeral for Dale, everyone that wanted said a word about him. Rick decided to do things like Dale wanted and prove that you could be humans. When it all ended, you decided to talk to Andrea. You stopped her gave her a hug. “I’m sorry.” You said.

“For Dale or punching my face?” She asked a bitter smile on her face.

“Dale, and I have lost my temper very easily with you.” You broke the embrace, still holding her forearms. “The punches you deserved.”

“I’ve been reckless too, stubborn… trying to hurt others, just because I’m hurt.” She confessed. “I’m sorry.”

“Dale was important to everyone, but I know he had a special spot for you and Glenn. If you need anything, you can count on me, ok?” You hugged her one last time before each of you go your own ways. You were still upset at Andrea, but you realized you cared a lot for the people of the group and life was short. You’d hate if something happened to Andrea and you weren’t good.

Following this line of thought, you should also talk to Shane, but there was a whole different situation. You had already talked to him before and nothing worked, also after it he had hurt your blood brother, wanted his life for him… it, you couldn’t forgive. Not now, and you didn’t know if one day you’d be able to.

Hershel decided it’d be better if all of you moved to the house. He thought that more walkers would come because of the animals, also it was starting to get cold. You started to disassemble everything and bring what you needed to the house. As everything was kind of settled everyone started to do their chores around the house and organize all that needed to be organized.

Rick and Daryl were on the porch planning to take Randall to a town and leave him there. You wanted to go with them, but you couldn’t, they needed you around the house. Also, you knew they wouldn’t let you if you asked.

A long time had passed when Rick and Daryl decided it was time for them to take Randall to this other city and let him there. Rick asked T. to pick Randall so they could go, but T. came back worried saying that the guy wasn’t there. Holy Shit. All of you ran to the small room where he was locked, T. explained it was locked, no one forced it. It was very strange. Soon Shane came from the woods, blood and bruises on his face. Telling a story that Randall escaped the cuffs and forced him into the woods.

“It looks like not only you can’t identify vital signs, you also can’t fight against a slender boy like him. You’re not the same anymore Shane… thank God the world ended, or you’d have to retire.” You couldn’t hold your tongue inside your mouth and had to speak, because impossible nobody thought the same.

“I was taken by surprise, I wasn’t expecting.” He said and you tried really hard not to roll your eyes.

It was decided Rick, Shane, Glenn and Daryl would go in the woods to look for Randal, before they went you pulled Daryl aside. “Be careful, I don’t trust him. Everything he said, screams bullshit for me.”

“I know. I didn’t buy it too.” He said and he didn’t know what to do in the moment so he gave a little squeeze in your arm before entering the woods with Rick, Shane and Glenn.

It got dark very fast, and you couldn’t help the unease feeling while they didn’t come back. You stayed on the porch looking at distance for any sign of them. Soon Maggie joined you, nervous , fidgeting by your side.

“They’ll be ok.” You said, you didn’t know if it was for Maggie or for you. “Glenn and Daryl are badasses, Rick is a survivor, he survived when he wouldn’t. They’ll come back.” You side hugged her and she held your hand.

After some time Daryl and Glenn came back, you got inside the house with them, everyone waiting to know something.

“Are you ok?” You asked looking Daryl for any bruises, cuts, god forbidden bites and scratches. He had nothing.

“ ‘m good.” He looked at you, a little anxious to deliver the news.

“Where’s Rick?” You asked, worried.

“We thought he and Shane had come back.” Fuck. Did they separate? No.

They explained they found Randall, turned, and on top of that he wasn’t bitten. He had his neck broken. Shane. You knew it. But it didn’t answer why the boy turned if he wasn’t bitten.

You headed outside, you’d go with Daryl to find them. Worry consuming you. But when you got outside you saw something terrifying, a gigantic herd of walkers. You all started getting guns and setting plans to try ending with them, but you knew it was impossible, you’d need to fight them just so you could escape. You took one of the bigger guns and stood besides Hershel trying to protect the house and the ones that were still there.

Daryl jumped on his bike, Jimmy took the RV and together they tried to attract the herd to a place far from the house, Maggie and Glenn took a car to do the same while he shoot from the window and T. and Andrea took the truck, Andrea responsible of shooting the walkers.

The barn was on fire and you didn’t know who did this but you prayed it was Rick and not Shane, or both of them… but by all that happened you were afraid it would be only one of them. Everybody was running and fighting to get from the walkers and go to a safe place. Lori shouted for you and Hershel, but Hershel ignored. So you decided to stay there with him the maximum that you could, and try to convince him.

“Hershel, we need to go. There’s no way.” You tried reasoning with him while fighting the walkers.

“I’m not going. I’ll die protecting this land.” He stubbornly affirmed one more time.

“Don’t you think about Maggie and Beth? They need their Dad.” A walker fell in front of you as you shoot it.

“You can go.” He said one more time.

“I’m not going without you.” You said, and you didn’t want to, but it made you remind of what Dale did for Andrea.

Hershel’s ammo ends and he was going to reload his gun, there were too many walkers and you couldn’t cover him, when a Walker was too close and would bite him, Rick showed up and killed it. You pleaded Hershel to go with you, but it took Rick to convince him to go. You went to the car and you were relieved to see Carl, but… you thought Luna was with Carl. You couldn’t leave without her.

“Where’s Luna?” You asked before entering the car.

“She was with us, but she ran. I have no idea where she’s” Rick said, door open, waiting for you to go in.

“I’m not going without her.” You said turning to leave and go after her, but Rick was faster. He took you by your waist and pushed you inside the car, put the car lock and closed the door.

You tried opening the door, but it wouldn’t open. The fucker had locked it. Before you could go for the door on Carl’s side he started the car and left the farm. “No! Why Rick? Why?” You cried.

“I told you we wouldn’t lose each other, we’d not separate. I’m not letting you lose your life because of a dog.” He said, eyes on the road, hands firmly gripping the wheel. Carl hugged you and you hugged him back.

“It’s not a dog, it’s Luna. She’s my life.” You said turning your look for the window and crying all you could, trying to remain silent. Luna were with you in your worst, she was the one that made you smile again. A gift from your brothers and now, she was gone… lord knows where. You didn’t know if she was even alive. It wasn’t your fault, but you felt as if you were abandoning her.

“Maybe someone got her. We don’t know. You could stay and never find her. Let’s go to our meeting point in the highway. I’m pretty sure the others are going there too. It’s the only place all of us know.” Rick looked at you on the rearview mirror, he felt your pain, but he couldn’t go soft on you, he couldn’t have let you risk your life like that.

The rest of the drive was silent. The sun rose and you arrived at the spot where you left the sign for Sophia. She never got to find it.

All of you got off from the car. Hershel talked with Rick about he taking Carl and leaving to protect the kid. While that you followed Carl around, telling him to stay close. After some time, Rick talked about leaving, but before he could take any action, Glenn and Maggie arrived in a car, they got off and came to meet you. No Luna. The truck arrived with T., Lori and Beth. Again, no Luna. They were your last hope, It left Andrea, Carol and Daryl. You didn’t see Andrea and Carol around in the last minutes, so you didn’t know if they made it. Daryl wouldn’t bring her in a bike. Daryl, where was Daryl?

Some time after, Daryl arrived on his bike with Carol. You felt relieved to see them, especially Daryl. He stopped the bike close, Carol got off of it, Rick approached Daryl to greet him, he was happy to see he made it. Daryl got off the bike and you didn’t waste any second and hugged him. He didn’t waste any second to hug you back, damn the fear of being judged about PDA, you just survived a hoard of Walkers. He was relieved.

Nobody saw Andrea, Daryl wanted to go back for her, but Rick didn’t allowed he said it was too late to find her. The group decided to continue their way on the road. Daryl saw on your face that you had cried, but he decided not ask about it. He didn’t see Luna around, but he thought it’d be better if he didn’t ask anything in the moment. “Are ya comin’ with me?” He asked.

“Yes, of course.” You answered and as soon as the group parted from the highway you were on Daryl’s bike holding onto him and resting you head on his back. ‘And to think that last time we were leaving he made some excuse to not take me.’ You thought and also felt that there wasn’t anything more comfortable than being with him.

BONUS SCENE:

Andrea was left alone, everyone had taken the cars and she had no way out of the farm. She tried calling for Rick to wait for her, but she wasn’t heard. Her only option was to flee from the farm by herself. She took the guns bag from the ground, at least she was armed and could defend herself she moved in the woods trying to go opposite from where the walkers were going, even though she knew she would find walkers eventually, but she hoped not so many.

Deep in the forest she heard a bark and when she looked she saw a german shepherd, the dog from her mate from her group. The dog was barking at a walker, keeping distance but ready to attack. Andrea took a gun and shoot on the walkers head, making it fall motionless to the ground.

“I see you were also left behind.” She said getting closer to the dog and petting her. “I think it’s just you and me now girl.”

The dog was happy to see the face of a friend after seeing so many ugly faces of the walkers, she bumped her cold nose on the human hand to show her appreciation while swinging her tail.

“Come on, Luna. Let’s get out of here.” She said continuing her way into the woods trying to survive and who knows maybe re-encounter her group again.

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[headlinerkwan]

paths - [teaser 𓇼]

pairing: soobin x gn!reader

genre: nonidol!au, exes to ???, firstlove!soobin, angst, some fluff

summary: as you prepare to move back to your hometown, you discover a stack of unsent letters, causing you to reminisce on your first love and break up.

warnings: mentions of death (reader's dad passes away before events in the fic, mentioned but no detail.), some swearing, lots of lowkey pining ._.

teaser wc: 805 - read the full fic here

a/n: this fic was kind of inspired by 'paths' by niki, and the rest of her new album 'buzz' - go check it out!! i plan on releasing the full fic in a few days ･ᴗ･

“Mom, I promise there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Are you sure? I can drive up and help.”

“Yes, I’m all packed up, everything’s fine Mom, this isn’t my first time moving and there’s no way I’m letting you drive seven hours across the country,” You continue as she rants on about the overwhelming piles of paperwork and mess around the house, “I’ll be there to sort everything out soon, so don’t worry about that just… try to relax.” 

“I’ll text you when I’m on the road, ok? I love you Mom!”

“I love you too, I’ll see you soon, yes?”

“Of course.”  

You throw the phone down on the bed, your childhood hits playlist muffled by the ocean of blankets that it landed amongst. Looking around your room, an exasperated ‘fuck’ escapes your lips. Despite what you had just told your mother, your room was most definitely not packed up and you were most definitely not ready to leave behind the life that you had built just to return to your sleepy hometown. 

After your Dad’s death, you had decided to move back into your childhood home, to keep your Mom company, settle down, and have a quieter life. You’ve had your fair amount of fun in the city and you were ready to return to your roots. 

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A few hours later,  there’s only one set of drawers left for you to pack up. You’re a sweaty mess as the sun beats down on you through the windows. Pulling your hair back, you position yourself in front of the drawers alongside some boxes, bubble wrap and packing tape. 

Opening the bottom drawer you are welcomed by a pile of clothes that had been messily shoved in over the years. Okay not too much work left. Picking up a purple hoodie, a pile of envelopes reveal themselves, all of them addressed to the same person. 

Choi Soobin. 

Against your better judgement, you give in to your nostalgic curiosity and begin to unseal the first envelope. As far as everyone else knows, you hadn’t thought about Soobin in a couple of years - you had curated a nonchalant persona, one that didn’t care about the past and especially not the people that you had left behind. This, of course, was nothing but a persona, a facade that you had delicately crafted over the years. If you stopped lying to yourself, you would realise that he’s always on your mind. Breadcrumbs of your love littered through every street that you walk, every corner you turn, there’s always a part of you that longs for him. He lives in a part of your brain meant only for youth, for easier times. Everytime you see something bunny themed, or hear a Day6 song on the radio, you have to fight against every nerve in your body not to text or call him. So yes, it might seem like you don’t really care but oh my god, you’re not sure you’ve ever been so hung up over the past in the same way that you are when it comes to him.  

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Letter One:

‘Soobin, 

Hi. It’s been a while. One month and 24 days, to be exact. 

I hope you’re okay. I’m sorry if this is weird. Is this weird? Oh god, this is probably weird. 

It’s just, we promised to give each other space and time but I can’t seem to let you go. Every second of every day all I want to do is pick up the phone and call you. You’re the only one I wanted to talk to after my first day at this new job, and when I moved in and I couldn’t figure out the stove, and when I found a new cafe nearby that actually knows how to make good macchiatos. 

Maybe I should’ve stayed. Maybe I should’ve told you to stop talking about the opportunities and convince me to stay with you instead. It’s hard to be happy without you by my side, I miss you and I feel selfish saying it.

We said it was for the best and besides, I was the one who moved away, I was the one who broke your heart. Am I allowed to miss you? 

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I probably won't even send it.

Bye Soobin.‘

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Reading the letter, you chuckle as your eyes cloud with tears. You recall how you thought you’d never be happy again. That it was a bad idea for you to have lived outside of the bubble of your hometown. How naive you were, believing the world began and ended with him. You smile through the slow moving tears as you put the letter down in favor of another and reminisce on the love that you feel felt for him.  

Your thumb brushes over the water marked envelope, still bearing the scars of tears cried long ago. 

[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There: Chapter Thirteen

read from part one

summary: Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

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“I missed you so much Natty.” He’s here, finally in front of me again and all of my negative feelings are thrown out the window. I don’t care that we were just fighting. I just need to be his arms.

I quickly walk around the counter and he wraps his arms tightly around me. Noah smells so good, warm and comforting. “I missed you too Noah.” I say into his chest.

Maggie looks over and sees us and asks if I want to take my break now. We walk hand-in-hand outside to the benches and sit next each other. He instinctively puts his arm around me but then I can feel him start to almost pull away. “No, Noah. It’s okay.” He relaxes and we settle into eachother. Even though It’s been tense, being around him feels like home.

“How are you doing?” Noah asks.

“I’m okay, just dealing with this school thing.I’m thinking I’ll just apply for loans and go to the cheapest school.” He nods “Have you been able to talk to your mom?” 

“Um not yet, she’ll get her phone back next week and I’m figuring out what to say.” I tell him. “How was the rest of tour?” 

“It was okay. It was hard for me to be away from you for so long.” Noah tells me as he rests his cheek against the top of my head. “Are we okay?”

“We’re okay Noah. I’m just no sure how all of this works.” I say as I fidget with the ties on my apron. He covers my hand with his own, stilling my anxious fingers. 

“We will figure it out together.” He says as kisses my forehead. “What time do you get off tonight? I was hoping we could hang out.”

“I’ll get off at 9, so not to much longer.” I tell him as he moves back, I turn to look at him and he closes the distance between us with a tender kiss causes my body to melt against his. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I walked into the cafe I missed you so much Natty.” His words tickle against my lips. “I missed you too Noah.” Our lips meet again and I almost get lost in his touch before I remember I have a few more hours left of work. Giggling like the lovesick teenagers that we break apart and head back inside. Noah waits for me at one of the tables, watching me work and writing in his notebook, new lyrics i'm assuming. 

The rest of my shift goes by fast and soon I’m done with the last of my cleaning duties and heading out with Noah to his car. “Let me just text Ky and let him know I won’t be home.”

Natalie: staying with Maggie 2nite, see you tomorrow 9:14pm

Kyle: 👍 lol okay…say hey to Noah for me. 9:15pm

Natalie: -_- 9:15pm

“So things are good with you two?” Noah asks and I squim as I adjust the seatbelt. “Um yeah, we’re okay I guess. I mean, after everything with our mom we just needed to be there for each other.” I explain. “It’s not like I forgot what he’s done, I just can’t deal with all this stuff with my mom by myself.” 

He nods understandingly but with a sad look on his face. “And I just left right after.” he says as a look of pain and anger cross his face. “Wow, thats so fucking shitty Natty. I can’t belive I was so selfish.”

I shake my head “no, I don’t think it was selfish. You said it yourself that this is an opportunity that would have been a mistake to pass up. It was hard with you away obviously, but I think it’ll just be something I have to get use to, you’re bound to be a huge star with your talent.” I smile up at him from my seat but his eyes are fixed on the road. “Noah? Is everything okay?” I ask and he nods repeatedly “um yeah, everything is fine. I was just thinking.” 

“Ah, thinking and driving. Dangerous stuff.” I joke trying to ease whatever suddenly caused Noads shift. He huffs out a laugh, brushing off whatever was clouding his mind and smiles at me. Leaning is hand down to squeeze my knee. "Noah! stoop ! that tickles!" I bark out in a chocked out laugh.

We get to his house and after dumping my bag into his room I take his hand and lead him into the bathroom with me. “What are you doing Natty.” Noah asks as I pull the collar of his shirt down so his head in leaning over mine and our mouths are almost touching. “I missed you Noah.” I lean up slightly to press our lips together and I can feel his shoulders loosening as he wraps his arms around me and returns the kiss.

Our soft touches turn quickly into scrambling hands. Noah lifts me onto the counter and grips my hips to bring me closer. His fingers dance at the hem of my shirt and I lift my arms as he pulls it off to move down and kiss the freshly exposed skin. “I was thinking we could shower.” I say while a blush forms on my cheeks. “Yeah, let's do that. Definitely wanting to do that.” Noah says now stumbling to quickly take off his sweatshirt and unbutton his jeans. I hop down off the counter and move to remove the rest of my clothes and I turn the knobs in the shower to start a steaming stream of water.

Noah’s hands caress my hips from behind me as we step into the hot water. The water falls over my head and he kisses my neck up and uses his hand to pull my head back to press his lips firmly against my mouth and swipes his tongue in, tangling with mine. 

We stay in the shower for over and hour, until the water was running cold and we were clean again. 

Laying in bed, clean and dry we’re cuddled closer together and talking more about the last two weeks. “I called the guidance counselor, They said they can possibly make an exception for me to finish out the rest of the semester remotely. I can go in on Monday and talk to them about it.” He tells me as I nuzzle further into his chest. “Thats awesome Noah, I just think it's important to consider all the possibilities."

“I know Nat, and that's why you’re my girl.” He kisses the top of my head and we eventually fall asleep tangled in each others limbs. 

The next day we hang out with Nick and we find ourselves doodling some mockups for a possible poster. I’m drawing a picture of the Richmond Vampire playing the guitar with Iron Vandetta written in a metal script over it. “That is so badass Natty!” Nick comments as he looks over the drawing. “Yeah Nat, that is sick!” I smile at the praise. “Yeah, I think its cool. Plus, it kind of looks like you Noah.” We all laugh.  “Have you guys ever seen the vampire? According to legends, he seeks to suck the life out of anyone that dare to distrub his resting place. Apparently quite the bad omen if you find yourself in his territory.” I say as I finish shading the background. “Ooohh spooky stuff Natty, looks like someone is in the Halloween spirit. We should totally use this, we can sell these at the merch table at the next show.” Nick says excitedly. “That would be awesome, we could make shirts too if we could get a good deal with a print shop.” Noah responds with a matching excitement. 

Nick continues looking at the drawing with quiet awe. “Have yall picked out yalls costume for the party?” The guys are throwing a Halloween/birthday party in two weeks at Noahs house, since his mom will still be in New York on her extended work trip. “Not yet.” Noah replies. “But we’re going costume shopping tomorrow if you want to join.” Nick shrugs “I’ve already picked out my costume. I’m going as Goku.” 

“Who is that?” I ask confused and Nick looks shocked. “Please tell me you’re joking Nat. You don't know Dragonball Z?!"

“Umm no? Noah made me watch some Naruto but I’ve never seen Dragonball…did that come on before or after Sailormoon?” I ask and his head falls into his hands. “I can’t talk about his right now Nat…I’m in shock.” I laugh at his ridiculous actions and get back to my poster design, adding the finishing touches. We end the night watching a scary movie and end up jumping so hard during a chase scene popcorn goes flying all over the living room and we all laugh so hard my stomach hurts. 

Sunday comes around and Noah and I end up roaming the aisle on party city and spirit halloween trying to find a fun costume we could wear together. I usually think couples costumes are lame but something about dressing up with Noah is fun and exciting. “How does this one look?” He asks wearing a ghostface mask. “well its hot for sure, but I’d like to be able to see your face throught out the night.” I say as I continue looking down the aisle. “What about this?” I say putting on a pair of devil horns. “And you could be an angel.” Noah laughs at that. “A little on the nose right? People already think I’m corrupting you.” I roll my eyes “yeah yeah, big scary tattooed rockstar boyfriend corrupts the loner nerdy girl, very cliche of you.”

We keep looking around and Noah finds a make up kit for Frankenstein's monster and his bride, he winks at me and says “what do you say? Wanna be my bride?” Even though I know he’s joking my heart feels like its going to beat out of my chest, I laugh softly and take the veil thats hanging on the hook by the costume display and drape it over my head before I reach up to place a kiss on his cheek. “Oh Noah, of course I do!”

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