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violentdelightsandviolentends · 8 months

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Vice.

Synopsis - Everyone on the team has their vices. It just so happens that yours is sat across the table looking at you.

Pairing - Luke Alvez x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. luke has a gorgeous filthy mouth.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1.6k

Author's Note - my baby my baby my BAAAAAABY!! I have been in love with this man for years and years and I can't believe I haven't written more for him. if you ever have a luke request, please send it to me. love him with my whole heart <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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Vice - a weakness of character or behaviour; a bad habit. "Cigars happen to be my father's vice."

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"Italian food."

The entire team laughs, faces illuminated by the warm yellow lights in Rossi's backyard.

"Yeah, no shit," Tara retorts, looking pointedly at Dave. "Doesn't take a behavioural analyst to figure that one out."

"Look, you asked the question, I answered."

He reclines back in his chair and takes a sip of his wine, looking around the table.

"Okay Tara, you go. What's your vice?"

She chuckles to herself before confessing.

"Super steamy period romances."

Everyone bursts into more laughter.

"Wait, what?"

"What kind?"

She's clutching at her sides as she answers.

"All kinds! Movies, books, TV shows. If it has corsets and sex, I'm in."

Your cheeks are aching from smiling so hard. You're not sure who first raised the initial question, but it's really allowed you to get to know each other a little bit deeper.

"Okay, enough about me. Simmons, what's your vice?"

"I have six kids. I don't have time for a vice."

He sounds serious, but he's grinning as he says it.

"I think the six kids are a result of an old vice."

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, several glasses of wine almost obliterating your verbal filter. Your team howl with laughter.

"No comment," Matt wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. "Golfing is a safer option now. No risk of unplanned surprises."

"I had to change mine after kids, too," JJ chimes in. "I used to smoke cigarettes after bad cases, but I can't anymore. What kinda mom would I be if I lectured the boys about the dangers of nicotine, and then got caught chain smoking in the backyard?"

"A cool one," you shrug, yelping when she jokingly punches you in the arm.

"What about you, hotshot?" she asks, the whole team turning their attention to you. "What's your vice?"

You desperately avoid any eye contact, trying to play it cool. You just know Luke has that glint in his eye as he looks at you pointedly.

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"Oh, fuck," you groan, fingers threading into the dark curls of his hair.

"Shhh, honey," he murmurs, lifting his head from between your legs to look up at you. "You and I both know how much trouble we'll be in if we get caught."

He dives back in, tongue gliding and flicking all the spots that make you keen. You slap one hand over your mouth, the other grappling to hold onto the leather beneath you.

"Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he taunts, condescension dripping from his tone. "The thrill turns you on, doesn't it, baby? The risk of getting caught only makes you hotter."

You whine against your palm, bucking your hips to urge him to keep going.

"What do you want, princesa? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

He loves this. Loves hearing you beg. Loves having you relinquish complete control and let him take care of you. Loves that he can turn you, the most independent, headstrong woman he knows, into a whining, needy mess.

"Fingers," you croak out. "Make me come, Luke, please."

He grins up at you like the cat who got the cream, self satisfied smirk never leaving his lips.

"Okay, baby," he soothes. "Since you asked so pretty."

He slides two fingers into you with embarrassing ease, crooking them in the way he knows you like.

"Oh, sweet girl, what would the team think? Huh? What do you think they'd say if they saw you like this, letting me finger fuck you in the backseat of my car in the parking garage?"

He's muttering lowly, under his breath, but you hear him clear as day. He loves to patronise you, tease you, get under your skin. In everyday life, he treats you with the utmost respect. In bed, not so much. You love it.

"Couldn't even wait until we got home. Poor baby, just had to take the edge off."

His eyes meet yours, like a magnetic force. His gaze is so dark, it has you squirming in place.

"It was the shirt," you choke out. "Fucking shirt."

"Hmm?" he hums against you, the vibrations pulling you closer to the edge.

"Your shirt," you moan as his thumb finds your clit. "Makes your arms look so, fuck, so big."

Oh, you shouldn't have said that. You can practically see his ego inflating.

"I'll let you wear it tomorrow morning, if you want. If you can still walk by then, that is."

You're right on the precipice, orgasm almost within reach. If he keeps talking to you like this, you'll be at the finish line in no time.

"Oh, I've got a better idea. Why don't I fuck you in it?"

The idea makes your head spin, sending you straight into your climax. Sharp white heat licks up your spine, curling your toes and arching your back. Your grip tightens in his hair and he groans, low and honeyed.

"That's it, baby," he's murmuring. "Ride it out. Good girl."

You finally relax, melting into the leather seats. Luke crawls from his position to lean over you, resting his body onto yours. He kisses you gently at first, then dirtier as you come back to yourself.

"My place or yours?" he whispers against your lips.

"Yours is closer."

"Mine it is."

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"Hello? Earth to Hotshot?"

JJ nudges you playfully, grinning at you from ear to ear.

"What you thinking about?"

"Nothing," you stutter, clearing your throat. "Nothing at all."

You make the mistake of lifting your gaze from your lap. There, staring at you from across the table, is Luke Alvez. You almost wish you could slap that smug smirk off of his face.

"Come on, girl!" Tara hollers.

"Everyone has a vice," Spencer begins. "You have to. Especially in our line of work. We have to have some kind of outlet. Some sort of release."

Release. You almost choke on your wine, patting yourself on the chest.

"Yeah, no. I, uh, I like British reality TV. I guess that's mine."

The team laugh, everyone teasing you relentlessly. You risk a glance at Luke, and regret it immediately. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and chuckles, knowing look in his eye. You're petrified for a moment that he can read your mind.

"Okay then Spence. Your turn," you prompt, desperate to take the attention off yourself.

Spencer starts rambling about quantum physics, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Relief.

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"Yeah, this is what you needed, isn't it baby?"

You try to respond, but Luke's huge hands wrapped around your throat are making it a little difficult.

"My poor sweet girl, just needed some relief huh? You sick of being in charge all the time? You want me to take care of you?"

His tone is low and melted, the timbre of it settling into your bones. All you can do is whine and nod your head in response.

His hips repeatedly snap into yours, his body melded to you. He's completely smothering you with his weight, but you don't mind. You like the closeness.

You lean up to kiss him, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He's swallowing your moans, leaning his head forward to rest against yours.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty," he groans. "You gonna come for me, mama? Give me what I want?"

"Yes," you breathe. "Yes. Please, baby. Please."

"Who am I to deny you when you beg so fucking sweet?"

The hand that's not around your throat snakes between your sweat slicked bodies to rub circles on your clit, throwing you over the edge.

Your back arches, hips writhing on Luke's soft cotton sheets. You're squeezing him so tight he's seeing stars.

"Oh fuck baby, oh fuck."

Luke goes boneless, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He releases his grip on your throat and wraps both arms around you, pressing you together impossibly closer.

"We get better at this every time," he chuckles.

You smack him jokingly, before bursting into laughter. Soon, the two of you are crying happy tears, revelling in the afterglow.

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"I'm gonna get a refill. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?"

You stand from your seat and make your way inside, taking note of the replies.

"I'll help you," Luke says, rising to join you. Neither of you see the way everyone at the table looks at each other knowingly.

You're barely through the door when you feel him against you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder, murmuring in your ear.

"I'm your vice, aren't I?"

You shake your head, breathing out a laugh.

"In your dreams, Alvez."

He nips at your neck before continuing.

"Admit it. I'm your dirty little bad habit that you just can't kick."

You turn in his arms to face him, running your fingers through his hair.

"Talk the talk all you want, Luke. You and I both know this works both ways."

Your quirk your brow at him, and he leans in and kisses you chastely.

"Old habits die hard, huh?" he grins.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," you smirk back.

Outside, the team decide they'll continue to let you both lie to them for a little while longer. It's more fun for everyone that way.

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morallyinept · 4 months

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I have covid and I’m just wondering how the Pedro boys would take care of you during covid :) Love what you do thanks!

Hey Non! 🖤

Aww, so sorry to hear you've got Covid. I hope you rest up and feel better soon! 🖤

Thanks so much for asking this, and I hope the Pedro Boys can make you feel somewhat better... enjoy! 🖤

Joel Miller - Joel would really want to take care of you, but he would keep his distance. This man has seen the end of the friggin’ world for Christ’s sake, and all the gross shit that comes with it. If he had to take care of you, it would be behind a thick screen of plexiglass and passing your food and meds to you through a hatch. Whilst wearing a Haz-Mat suit. Joel is so done with infections. And mushrooms. No mushroom soup for you, only chicken and noodle.

Ezra - Ezra would probably give you space leaving you enough water and Bitz Bars in his tent for you to take care of yourself whilst he proffers more of his coveted loot, Birdie. Returning later to periodically paw at you when he needs his dressing changed or just wants some sweet Kevva loving. It won’t bother him that you’ve got Covid and are all sweaty, until he catches it from you and ends up becoming the worst. Patient. Ever.

Marcus Pike - Marcus would climb into bed with you and give you all the cuddles, hold you through the fever shakes. He’d make you fresh homemade soup. He’d bring you extra-fluffy pancakes in bed with fruit and syrup and feed them to you patiently. He’d hold your hair back if you got sick and would wash you down in the bath with extra bubbles and candles. Even if he got sick himself, Marcus would still want to care and make a fuss over you.

Max Phillips - Max is the only Pedro Boy who would be immune to catching Covid due to, you know, being dead... But still, he wouldn't want you coughing up gunk all over his fancy, new suit. So he’d send you home until you’re fit enough to return to work and be his personal blood bag again.

Oberyn Martell - Covid wasn’t around during Oberyn’s time, however he’s seen a lot of illness and being royalty doesn't have to, or want to, deal with it. You’re no good to him in this sickly state. So your Prince has no real use for you until you’re fit, healthy and supple again for him to have you spread eagle in his chambers.

Frankie Morales - Frankie would likely get sick with you; the man’s immunity is probably wrecked anyway due to the coke, so you’d both be laid up in bed together moaning and groaning, and not the good kind of moaning and groaning either. But you can bet once he starts feeling better, he’ll want some sweet medicine and he’ll find it between your legs, hermosa. And you can bet it'll make you feel miles better too.

Dave York - Dave has no patience for sickness or germs, which is ironic because he has two children who are in the prime ages for getting all sorts of sicky bugs. But then he’s not at home much so he never gets sick. And he can’t tolerate all that needy, whiny crap either. The most Dave would do is to deliver you some meds and Kleenex and leave them on your front door step. Begrudgingly, of course.

Marcus Moreno - Another caregiver, Marcus would literally stop saving the world to make sure you're okay. To drop off some hot Thai soup to make you sweat it out, to get your prescription filled for you, to fluff your pillows, to smooch you on the pasty head. You name it. Anything you need, Marcus will be your hero, baby.

Javier Peña - Javier doesn’t do sickness. Period. He’s out catching a drug lord, you think he has time to tend to you, cariño? The man doesn’t have time to eat, let alone make sure you do. You’re on your own. You’ll only see Javier when you’re fully recovered and he’s skulking in at 2am ready to give you a fever of another kind…

Javi G - Javi G would take care of you and give you everything you could need and want when you're ill, but probably to the point it would become a little unbearable. You’d force yourself well just to get out of the Paddington movie marathon he puts on for the sixty-seventh time.

Maxwell Lord - A sick man himself, Max knows how bad Covid can feel, so he’d want to make sure you get well as quickly as possible. Even going so far as to wishing for it. But we all know how that went down. Step away from the dream stone, Max! Just make some hot honey tea instead, yeah?

Dieter Bravo - Dieter is probably the most over dramatic and tiresome patient when he is sick, and he really can’t deal with you being ill and not able to take care of him. He’d keep a distance, wearing several masks, slipping notes under the door to inform you that he doesn’t know how to work the timer on the oven so has been surviving on KitKats, or that the dishwasher has stopped working and there are now bubbles all over the kitchen floor… When you're better, you return to a chaotic house turned upside down and a very worse for wear looking Dieter surrounded in the mess.

Agent Whiskey - Known to get things done (as long as there isn’t a meat grinder around), Whiskey will want you ship shape and in good health as quick as possible, so he’ll tend to you, feed you, wipe up all the mucus and whip you back into shape quicker than a tornado in a trailer park, sugar. Whiskey wants you fit and well, it's the only way you'll be able to keep up with this handsome cowboy after all.

Silva - Tending to you gently, Silva will have you laid up in his bed all comfy, dabbing at your skin with a cool cloth whilst he tells you stories of a dreamy ranch life. He’ll watch you sleep in his rocker at the end of the bed, spoon feed you soup and run you a bath whenever you need, and will join you in it.

Din Djarin - Din would want you better, and so would The Kid. To the point that The Kid would just Jedi Mind Trick those Covidy germs right outta your system so you can carry on collecting those bounties with your tin can man. This is the germ-free way, Mesh'la.

Pero Tovar - Another hypochondriac when he gets unwell, Pero would be useless in taking care of you when you're sick. He’d grumble all the way through it and ultimately end up sick himself, resulting in you taking care of him whilst you’re still riddled with the ‘rona.

Comandante Veracruz - There’s no such thing as Covid on Veracruz’s agenda. He’ll shut that shit down right away. You won’t be sick on his watch, cariño. Nope. He won’t allow it. You got a job to do. So just get on and do it, lest you make the Comandante mad…

🖤

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creedslove · 7 months

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✨HEADCANON MASTERLIST - TWO ✨

RULES FOR REQUESTING

• please read the rules before requesting your headcanon HERE

MAIN MASTERLIST

• (series and one shots) HERE

HEADCANON MASTERLIST #1

• part one of my headcanons HERE

✨ AGENT WHISKEY

• Whiskey taking care of you during a painful period

• Being undercover as a married couple with Agent Whiskey

• Random sex headcanons

• Whiskey hitting on you

• Spending Christmas with Whiskey

✨ DAVE YORK

• Dave being turned on by the smallest things you do

• Cockwarming with Dave

• Sex with Dave

• Lazy weekend sex with Dave

• Dave York + pregnancy

• Dave York + actress!reader

• Dave asking you to have a baby with him

• Running into Dave at a cemetery on a Halloween night

• Dave needs to kill you but develops a soft spot for you

• Waking up to Dave on Christmas morning

✨JAVI GUTIERREZ

• Having a baby with Javi G

✨ JAVIER PEÑA

• Javier is mean to everyone, except you

• Javier asks you to leave even if you are pregnant to protect you from Los Pepes

• Javier coming back to Laredo to go to your wedding

• Fucking Javier when he's in his vest

• Taking care of Javier when he is hurt

• Marriage crisis

• Javier reacting to reader in danger

• Javier dating a young school teacher in Laredo

• Javier losing you after being a shitty boyfriend

•Javier losing you after being a shitty boyfriend (part two)

• Javier as a biker

• Javier + your birthday

• Javier falling for you as you're a stripper

• Javier running into you after abandoning you at the altar

• Your friend flirts with Javier because she thinks she's better than you

• Javier flirting with you at the bar

• Dressing up for Javi on Halloween

• Javier arresting you for breaking into an abandoned mall on Halloween

• Javier taking care of his toddler when she's sick

• Javi soothing you

✨ JOEL MILLER

• Joel asking if your baby is actually his

• Joel is only soft with you

• How would Joel react to you gifting him a new guitar

• How Joel would react to you getting your masters degree

• Dating Joel and having an age gap

• Joel making reader squirt

• Joel gets grumpy after it starts raining

• Celebrating Joel's birthday

• Shower sex with Joel

• Joel using the shower head on you

• Going to the beach with Joel

• Joel has a hard time saying 'I love you'

• Joel being soft during your period

• Teasing Joel at the gym

• Joel winning a stuffed animal at a festival

• Joel bonding with you over hearing loss

• Joel having a soft spot for reader and seeing she isn't well

• Joel falling for reader who has more money than him

• Joel helps you when nobody comes to your Halloween party

• Joel's hair ❤️‍🔥

• Joel's hands ❤️‍🔥

• Joel rescuing you

• Joel takes the kids to the amusement park while you're sick in bed

• Being Joel's girl at the Boston QZ

• Joel saving you from a guy hitting on you at a bar

• Joel's reaction when you adopt a kitty

• Joel breaks up because he doesn't want to fall in love with you

• Jealous Joel

• Joel taking you home when you're too drunk to drive

• Joel when some guy hits on you at a Halloween party

• You and Joel behave like a married couple

• Cheating on your husband with Joel

• Putting Joel's picture in a locket

• Joel keeping you warm

• Joel waiting for you to finish your skin care routine

• Joel meeting your family for the first time

• Joel during your PMS

• Joel celebrating your birthday

• Joel's thighs

• Joel fucking you so good

• Joel seeing you ride a mechanic bull and growing hard

• Joel being jealous of you

• You being insecure to date Joel

• Joel dressed up as Santa Claus

✨ MARCUS PIKE

• Kinds of dates Marcus takes you on

• Being railed by Marcus

• Marcus forgetting about his own birthday

• Marcus having a housewife kink

• Marcus is a girl dad

• Marcus holding his baby daughter for the first time

• Marcus and reader falling in love at university

• Marcus Pike with a lactation kink

• Marcus being a boy dad

• Marcus falls for his wedding planner

• Marcus dating an artist

• Marcus and his baby daughter

✨ MULTI CHARACTER HEADCANONS

• They take you to the movies

• What kind of genre of movies they like

• Are they more of a dog or cat person?

• Encouraging words from them

• Arguing and making up with them

#pedro pascal #javier peña #joel miller #agent whiskey #marcus pike #dave york #pedro pascal x reader #javier peña x reader #joel miller x reader #agent whiskey x reader #marcus pike x reader #dave york x reader #pedro pascal headcanons #marcus pike headcanons #joel miller headcanons #dave york headcanons #javier peña headcanons #agent whiskey headcanons

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allmoshnobrain · 4 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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“Please, Nore. Stay with me,” he pleaded, and I knew he wasn't just talking about that night. Our eyes locked, my heart racing in a completely new way. I'd never felt this way around him before. It used to be so easy, just being with him, talking to him, laughing together. Now, it just felt like all that closeness was no longer enough. I couldn't stand this.

✦ summary: Nore realizes that her own feelings for James are deeper than she had ever allowed herself to imagine.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, jealousy, love triangle, drinking, smoking

✦ a/n: I'm really glad I managed to write a lot of Heartbreaker during my Christmas break and I'm feeling really inspired to write more! Feedbacks are really welcome and motivate me a lot 🖤 Happy 2024 everyone! Hope you liked this part and see you soon :D

✧ If he's as bad as they say, then I guess I'm cursed / Looking into his eyes, I think he's already hurt / He's already hurt / I said, "don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi" / Sitting in your sweatshirt, crying in the backseat / I just wanna dance with you ✧

James and I crossed paths again a few days later, right in the middle of a Wednesday morning. I was knee-deep in organizing the fresh vinyl records that just landed in the store when I caught the sound of someone strolling in. Knowing Pat was holding down the fort at the counter, I figured she'd take care of the customer, no big deal.

So, with my hands full of empty record boxes, I swung back to the front, only to get hit with the surprise of the day: there was James, rocking his old leather jacket and a worn-out denim vest, his blonde locks falling over his shoulders.

At first, he didn't even notice me, just casually chatting with Pat. She was all smiles, an open magazine forgotten in her lap, elbows on the counter, chuckling at whatever he was saying. The sight stirred up an uneasy feeling in my chest; for a moment, I couldn't help but reminisce about how James had hardly looked into my eyes when we first met, how it took us a bit to get close. Now, here he was, flashing a confident grin at a girl he'd only met a few days back, almost as if he were a completely different person.

"Hey, Nore!" Pat beamed when she spotted me, yanking me back from my thoughts. James swung around, a grin lighting up his face. "Look who's here."

"Hi, James." I tossed a greeting his way while depositing the empty boxes in a corner behind the counter. Standing up, I faced him, smiling, and swiped my hair away from my face. "What brings you here? Thought you guys had already hightailed it back to San Francisco."

"Oh, Cliff and Kirk took off already. Lars and I hung around to sort out a few things," he explained, then turned to Pat. "Mind if I borrow your friend for a bit?"

"Only if you pinky swear we'll catch up again soon." She grinned, and he winked, a hint of shyness coloring his cheeks with a faint blush before he strolled away. I sighed and trailed after him outside the store.

"So, spill the beans," I asked, leaning against the wall and fishing my pack of cigarettes from my pocket. I brought one to my mouth, hunting for my lighter, but James beat me to it; he pulled out a lighter from his jacket, firing it up. I leaned in, getting my cigarette lit before stepping back and locking eyes with him again. "You've been in LA since the weekend and didn't even shoot me a call? And what's the deal with Pat catching up again with you, huh?"

"I told you, band business to sort out," he replied, his face still a bit flushed. "We snagged an extra show, just in case you still care. I swung by to drop off tickets for you two, it's happening this Saturday."

"I never said I could make it," I raised an eyebrow, and he huffed.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Are you on your period or something?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe I'd be a bit more chill if you'd answer my questions instead of pretending you're deaf."

"What question did I dodge?"

"About Pat," I finally blurted out, my face warming, regret hitting me as soon as the words left my mouth. James blinked, looking a bit surprised, and I sighed. I was being dumb, I thought. It's not like he owed me an explanation about what he did with his life.

"We hung out on Monday for drinks. She asked me out after last week's show. That's all," James finally spilled, his tone calmer and gentler than I expected. I raised my eyes, meeting his gaze, the sudden intensity in his eyes making my mouth go dry. "Wasn't anything special anyway."

"I don't care," I shot back, suddenly feeling defensive again. He gave me a puzzled look.

"Then why'd you bother asking?"

"Come on, James, just hand over the tickets already."

"Alright, alright," he grunted, pulling two envelopes from his pocket and passing them my way. I tore open one of the envelopes, peeking inside to find the show ticket and that familiar backstage access badge.

"Nore," he called, and I looked up, blushing a bit as I realized he had inched closer, his hand casually resting on the wall beside me. "You don't have to invite her if you don't want to. It can just be you. You know that, right?"

"You said you needed an audience. Can't exactly bring Dave, can I?" I quipped. The mention of Dave seemed to rattle James; he tensed up, pulling away from me and avoiding eye contact with a sigh. I blinked, puzzled by his reaction, my heart racing as I waited for him to say something, anything, but he remained silent. "James..."

"See you on Saturday, alright?" he cut me off, staring at me with a furrowed brow. I just nodded, still too baffled by our weird exchange to spit anything out. He then strolled away, leaving me alone and on edge, my hand squeezing the envelope he'd brought as I watched him retreat, his tense shoulders carrying the weight of the unspoken words between us.

The night air was cool, almost chilly, signaling the approaching winter. I sighed, trying to focus my gaze — a bit of a challenge after downing as many free beers as I could at the show. I touched my nose with my fingertips; it was cold, just like my cheeks. Maybe I should've brought my jacket, but I knew once we hit the post-show party, my cold would fade amidst the drinks and the buzz of the celebration.

A cozy warmth enveloped me as a leather jacket landed on my shoulders. Lifting my eyes, I met the familiar blue of James' eyes. He gave me a smile, almost like an apology, before saying, "You looked cold."

"Just a bit. Have you finished loading all the stuff?"

He nodded absentmindedly. I glanced around, checking the stage to make sure the band hadn't left anything behind — even picks or a cable would cost money to replace if lost. The venue felt almost eerie, all empty after the crowd had cleared out. I grinned when Cliff showed up, emerging from backstage.

"Hey, ready to roll?" he asked. "We've got to drop stuff off at Mike's place first, then catch up with Kirk and Lars at... What's her name again?"

"Pat," I reminded him.

Pat couldn't make it to the show that night because she was gearing up for a weekend party while her dad was out of town. But she made me swear that I'd bring the band after the gig. I knew deep down she was all about getting James to swing by — ever since he popped up at the record store, she couldn't shut up about him. Lars and Kirk were already en route, but James, Cliff, and I hung back to handle the logistics before wrapping up the night.

"Let's roll, then," Cliff said, and James and I followed him to the parking lot. We ran into a small group of fans, around five people who had decided to wait for the band's exit. James seemed a bit more introverted that night, so he and I leaned against Cliff's car while my cousin chatted with the guys.

"You know, I'm not really feeling the whole party thing tonight," James chimed in, his gaze wandering as Cliff signed a Kill 'Em All booklet. He shot me a look from the corner of his eye, a faint smile playing on his lips. "We could ditch. Do something more interesting."

"More interesting? Like what?" I laughed, shaking my head. At that moment, we were both a bit buzzed, the beer helping us forget the tensions of the past few days. Words flowed easier, and smiles came more naturally. It had been a killer show, with a hyped-up audience and a chill vibe among the guys, adding to James' good mood. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"You know, I've always wanted to check out the strip clubs here in LA…"

"James!" I laughed, and he joined in, slinging an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close.

That move, once so natural, got my heart racing, and my face suddenly heated up at the closeness. His jacket wrapped around me carried his scent, and his rough fingers lingered on my waist for a beat. If I were a bit more sober, maybe anxiety would make me want to pull away. However, in that moment, I allowed myself to be just a bit close to him. We were friends, after all, right?

"Come on, you two," Cliff grumbled before popping open the car door and settling into the driver's seat.

"I'm calling shotgun!" I rushed, swinging open the front passenger door. I let out a surprised yelp when James grabbed my wrist.

"You always do that. Tonight’s my turn," he said, his eyes sparkling, clearly just doing it to mess with me. I furrowed my brow.

"Hey, Cliff's my cousin! I have a right to the front seat, okay? Besides, you always shove the seat way back because of those massive legs of yours."

"You could sit on my lap. Then we could both be up front," he suggested with a smirk, and I rolled my eyes, my face warming.

"Dream on, Hetfield," I grumbled, giving him a playful shove. He laughed but settled into the back while I claimed the seat next to Cliff.

We cruised by Mike's house, where the guys were crashing in Los Angeles. Then, we made our way to Pat's place. I'd been there a couple of times before — a cute two-story wooden house, painted white with a backyard big enough to host a decent-sized crowd. When we rolled up, it was clear that this wasn't just a "few people" gathering: the joint was packed, with muted music wafting from the living room as folks shuffled around with smokes and red cups.

"Your friend knows how to throw a party, huh?" Cliff remarked, a cigarette dangling between his teeth.

"Hey, I bet Lars and Kirk are already super wasted," James exclaimed, chuckling softly, his slightly flushed face giving away that he, too, wasn't entirely sober.

"I wonder if Lars has already pulled a 'no clothes' move like that one time," I said with a giggle. Cliff rolled his eyes.

"You two aren't doing much better, you dorks."

"Shut up, Cliff." I stuck my tongue out at him, and James laughed before adding:

"Hey, last one in is a loser!" He sprinted toward the entrance of Pat's house, and I let out an indignant yelp before chasing after him. I could hear Cliff grumbling something about "drunk idiots" behind me, but he didn't run — it would take much more than a beer-fueled challenge to disrupt Cliff's own pace.

James beat me there, no surprise. He spun around, mischief in his eyes, and opened his arms just in time to halt my collision course. The beer I'd been nursing all night made it tricky to put the brakes on my run. I let out a surprised yelp as he caught me in his arms, a low laugh escaping him. I joined in, trying to catch my breath.

"See, that's why I don't smoke as much as you do. Can't even handle a little run," he teased, laughing, and I rolled my eyes.

We untangled, still chuckling as we trailed after Cliff into Pat's house. I scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces, a grin stuck on my face as I tried to catch my breath, my heartbeat still racing in my chest.

It didn't take us long to spot someone familiar; soon enough, I spotted Pat, chilling by the record player with a beer, deep in conversation with two girls who could practically be twins. She briefly glanced towards the entrance but didn't seem to notice me. Her eyes lit up, and she hustled over.

"James! So stoked you made it," she exclaimed, grabbing onto one of his arms. He raised his eyebrows, looking surprised. My face suddenly heated up, and all the good vibes I had been riding on disappeared. Pat's entrance seemed to pop the bubble of fun and ease that had been with us all night. Now, the old anxiety and discomfort were sneaking back into my chest, even though I couldn't quite figure out why. "I want you to meet Josie and Mary; they're my cousins."

"Uh, let me just..." he started, his eyes glancing nervously toward me. I noticed Cliff observing the whole thing, raising an eyebrow with a barely hidden ironic look on his face. James's eyes met mine briefly before I sighed and turned, navigating through the crowd until I hit the kitchen. There, I found Kirk and Lars, talking and laughing quietly while sharing a bottle of whiskey.

"Hey, Nore!" Lars exclaimed with excitement when he spotted me. "You finally made it! Where are Cliff and James?"

"Somewhere," I dodged, leaning against the kitchen counter near them and nodding towards the whiskey bottle. "Where'd you guys snag this?"

"Oh, your friend's dad has an awesome stash of booze in the living room cabinet. She said we couldn't touch it, but..." Lars trailed off, and Kirk chuckled. "It was too tempting to resist, so we swiped this when she got distracted."

"Man, you guys are jerks. Hook me up?" I asked. Kirk turned with a grin.

"Wait, you're not gonna scold us and tell us to put it back?"

"Why would I do that? Come on, give me a bit." I grabbed the bottle from Lars, taking a hefty swig that set my throat on fire and brought tears to my eyes. Lars let out an enthusiastic "that's the spirit!" making me laugh quietly. I risked a second sip before passing the bottle back to Kirk.

We killed that whiskey bottle until it was history. Staring at the empty thing weirdly satisfied me, even though I knew I'd pay for it with a head that felt like it had its own little earthquake, signaling a solid hangover for tomorrow. I left Kirk and Lars talking and made my way to the backyard, surprisingly empty. The cool night air did wonders to ease the heat that had claimed my skin. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and savored the fresh air, a welcome escape from the packed and stuffy vibes inside.

"Found you," James' familiar voice chimed in. I opened my eyes and spotted him, leaning against the open door that led to the kitchen. His gaze seemed worried, irritating me a bit, even though I couldn't quite put my finger on why.

"Found indeed. Congratulations," I quipped, aiming for humor but sounding more bitter than intended. My words stumbled out, tangled in the effects of the alcohol. He frowned, looking hurt by my words, which made my heart squeeze. I let out a sigh as he approached.

"You’re confusing me," he murmured, the words sounding almost unsure, like he was tiptoeing on shaky ground, unsure of what might happen if he said too much.

My face warmed up, heart skipping a beat and a hollow feeling settling in my stomach. There it was again: that awkwardness, foreign and sharp, like a dagger poking into my guts. Months before, none of this would've happened between us. Months before, I would never feel anxious or insecure around him. I would never have a million butterflies fluttering in my stomach when his troubled gaze sought mine. All I wanted was to give him a hug, take away whatever was bothering him. But it felt like I couldn't take that step. Like anything I did would just mess up whatever was left between us.

"I don't want to confuse you," I managed to murmur, my voice trembling a bit. He sighed, ran a hand through his blond hair, getting even closer.

"When that shit went down at Leanne's party, I... I figured you were done with me. Thought you didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Like, didn't even want to be friends. I thought I'd crossed a line I shouldn't have. And yet..." He paused, twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers. "I don't regret it, Nore."

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, my heart racing, my voice barely more than a whisper. He let out a low, almost embarrassed laugh, then brought the tips of his fingers to my chin, lifting it so our gazes met.

"When you told Pat to come talk to me, I thought you didn't care. But now, every time you see me with her, you get upset. You think I don't notice?"

"I don't get upset," I shot back, my face on fire. Sure, sometimes I felt a bit weird with Pat around, but that didn't mean anything, right? Nothing special about envying how confidently she could approach James, nothing special about not liking how, even though he seemed clearly confused by her interest, he wasn't exactly putting up much of a fight. Nothing special about not liking how they'd gone out together without telling me. How they seemed to be getting closer every day.

"Nore," James called my name, snapping me out of my momentary daze. I lifted my eyes, my lips parting a bit, my face flushed as he got even closer, resting his hands on the balcony railing around me. "If you don't want me to go out with her, you can tell me. You can always tell me whatever you want. I'd never do anything to upset you."

"Why?" I murmured, and he sighed, the agony creeping back into his eyes like nasty poison.

"Because I'm in..." he started, then halted, biting his lip and looking away. I looked away too, my breath going out of rhythm, my face burning under the weight of his unfinished confession. I knew if he finished that sentence, there would be no going back. No more avoiding the whirlwind of feelings that had been growing in my chest, ignored for so long, becoming more and more impossible to shove aside.

I knew it then, with a heart-wrenching certainty: if he said he loved me, right there, right then, I'd be caught, unable to deny that I felt the same.

"I gotta go," I said, giving him a gentle push by placing my hand on his chest. But he snagged my hand, fingers weaving into mine, putting the brakes on my escape.

I couldn't stand this.

I let out a shaky sigh as he traced the outline of my lower lip with his thumb, edging even closer, holding my face in his hand. His other hand found its place on my waist, and I felt my back meet the wall behind me as he closed the gap. Forehead pressed against mine, his gaze focused and serious. My thoughts raced as fast as my heart, trying to focus, wrestling against my intoxication. This ain't right, I thought, but I didn't have the guts to shove him away.

We jumped apart when the kitchen door swung open, and Lars and Kirk rolled out. James let out a disappointed sigh as I fumbled clumsily for my cigarettes, trying to hide the redness in my cheeks as they approached.

"There you are!" Lars said with a grin, then glanced at James. "Your girl's on the hunt for you, dude."

"We were just..." James cleared his throat, his face a bit flushed as he ruffled his blond hair. "We were just catching a smoke. And she's not my girl, Lars."

"Actually, I'm outta here," I chimed in, trying to ignore the disappointed look on James's face. "Can you tell Cliff I’m bailing? I'll dial up a taxi."

"What, already?" Lars asked, his words a bit slurred from the booze. Kirk shot a quick look between me and James, his eyebrows rising in curiosity.

"Yeah, I... I'm not feeling great. But it's nothing major; just need some sleep."

"At least let me take you home," James suggested. I glanced at him, my heart picking up speed, a sudden frustration bubbling up. This wasn't right. He was my friend. Things between us were supposed to be easy, and he was messing it all up!

"No need. Go back to your girl; she's waiting for you," I shot back, my tone sharper than I meant. He looked at me, eyes hurt like I'd just shoved a knife deep into his chest.

"Fine, whatever," he grumbled and headed back inside the house.

"Not in a good mood today, huh?" Lars remarked, raising an eyebrow. I huffed.

"Everything cool, Nore?" Kirk asked, giving me a knowing look.

"I'm cool. Just need to bounce, guys, really," I said defensively.

Turned out, no taxi was needed; Cliff offered me a ride the moment he heard I wasn't feeling too well. I sat quietly in the passenger seat, the good vibes from the start of the night totally evaporated as I watched the streets of LA zoom by the window.

"So, regretting it already?" Cliff dropped out of nowhere. I shot him a look, furrowing my brow.

"Cliff, what..."

"You know exactly what I mean, Nore," he cut me off, and I rolled my eyes.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Cliff didn't push for small talk, and I wasn't feeling chatty either. Honestly, I was more confused than I'd been since leaving my parents' place. I tried convincing myself that things could stay the same with James. We could brush off the kiss, chalk it up to booze and longing, just some unfortunate incident. Nothing altered. He and I would stay tight, and nothing would faze us.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

At some point since he had kissed me, things had changed. Or maybe I just couldn't ignore something that had been there for a long time.

That James loved me.

And that I couldn't say I didn't feel the same.

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New Girl

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Part 2

Dave Lizewski x Reader

Request by @butterflyangelsworld2002: Hey! Thank you for my story request! The tutor fanfic was actually awesome! I wanted to make my request more specific as you mentioned before posting the story! I wanted to make the story about Valerie Hazelwood being the new girl at school, sits nexts to Dave Lizewski in one of her classes and that's where the love sparks come in place where they become friends into lovers while seeing each other. I dont know if it's too late to put in that request but that's my idea.

Warnings: Innocent Flirting, maybe just a little cursing, a tiny hint at drugs

A/N: Just so you know, Dave isn't Kickass in this. He does still get jumped, and the rumor of him being gay still happens.

Usually, when you see a beautiful blonde-haired girl, you usually aren’t quick to assume that she likes nerds. You would normally think she’d go for a guy who likes sports and manly things. But that was the complete opposite of what Valerie Hazelwood wanted.

Valerie is a beautiful 17-year-old girl with blonde hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, full round lips, and high cheekbones. Growing up, many compared her to Barbie. But she wasn’t Barbie. She wasn’t the stereotypical popular blonde girl. Sure she had many friends but were they really her friends if they knew nothing about her. Her “friends” at her old school would try and hook her up with other popular kids, but Valerie found no interest in them.

Now, Valerie wasn’t dumb, but she also wasn’t the brightest. Her father had hired a boy named Xavier Washington, who was a nerd, and that was when she found what type of person she clicked with. Xavier would talk for hours about Star Wars, superheroes, and some video game that had just been released, and Valerie would just listen, fascinated by the sound of his voice and how excited these topics made him feel. It was their 3rd tutoring session, right before a test, where Valerie expressed her interest in his interests. Xavier thought she was trying to get him to help her cheat on her test, and wasn’t for it. He never spoke to her in the halls, and it made her sad that he would just assume like that. Valerie’s parents saw that she was no longer the happy, cheerful girl that they had raised.

Valerie transferred to Millard Fillmore High School, all the way on the other side of town, where she would have a completely new start. She was happy when she heard the news. No one knew her. No one to judge her. Somewhere where she was an equal.

Valerie stood on the steps, outside the school, taking a deep breath before entering the massive building. She asked a random kid for instructions to the front office where she met the principal, got her schedule from the lady at the front desk, and made her first friend. Her first friend was a girl named Katie Deauxma, who was also her guide. Katie was a brunette with blue eyes and a beautiful smile. Katie showed her the library, the computer lab, where her classes were, and the cafeteria all before the "5 til school starts" bell. Katie was nice, and Valerie was sure that she was a true friend.

Just in case Valerie forgot, Katie led her to her first period. "I'll meet you outside your class to help you to second period, okay?" Katie tells the girl. Valerie nods and smiles before walking into class. She walked into her first class, chemistry. Students walked in and sat at their designated lab tables. The teacher was nowhere to be found, so Valerie awkwardly stood by the door, waiting.

Three boys entered the class. The boy in the front looked uncomfortable, while the other two boys behind him were laughing at him. Valerie had to admit that they were all cute, granted, they all looked like nerds. The boy in the front had silky brown curls and circular glasses. One of the boys behind him also had glasses, but his glasses were more rectangular. The third boy had curls that were just as curly as the boy in front, but a lighter shade of brown. "I can't believe you've been keeping this secret from us!" the boy with the lighter brown curls said pretty loudly.

"Todd, I already told you that I'm not gay," The curly-haired boy replied annoyingly. They walk past Valerie, not even noticing her. She continues to watch the interaction. "You're just in denial, Dave. It's okay, we support you and your choice to date guys," The other boy says. The boy who I guess is Dave rolls his eyes and says, "sure, Marty." They sit down at their assigned tables, right as the bell rings.

The teacher walks in, noticing the girl standing by the door. "Oh, you scared me there. You must be our new student," the teacher says. She grabs her clipboard and says, "Valerie, is it?" Valerie nods, earning a smile from her teacher. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Valerie. I'm Mrs. Evans, your new chemistry teacher. I think I'm going to sit you next to Dave. Dave, raise your hand!" She calls out.

The boy with dark brown curls and circular glasses looks up. Noticing what Mrs. Evans had asked of him, he complies, raising his hand. "That is Dave, your new lab partner. He'll catch you up on this week's notes. Now, go have a seat."

Valerie complied, walking toward the seat next to Dave. She sits down in her seat, placing her bag next to her foot. Valerie looks at Dave to see him looking back at her with a shy smile. She gives him a smile back, and he looks away, embarrassed. Even though he turned away from Valerie, she couldn't help but notice Dave's beautifully long eyelashes. She wanted to see them once more, so she decided to get his attention. "So, Mrs. Evans says you can help catch me up with this week's note," she says, pulling out her notebook.

Dave looks back at her, and Valerie stares into his steel-blue eyes lovingly. Dave nervously goes into his backpack, pulling out his notebook. "Um-yeah-uh-sure. Yeah, you can borrow my notes," He says, handing over his notes. Valerie doesn't respond. "Uhh- Valerie?" Dave says, getting Valerie's attention. She shakes her head, bringing her focus back to the notes. Her hands start to shake as she slowly grabs onto Dave's notebook, their fingers slightly touching.

"Thanks!" She says, turning her head away from the curly-haired boy. She spends the rest of class collecting notes from Dave and Mrs. Evans.

After class, Valerie quietly hands back Dave's notebook and makes her way out of the classroom. Dave notices and calls out to her. "Valerie!" Valerie turns at the call of her name, seeing Dave. "Hey, I-we- me and my friends were wondering if you wanted to join us at the comic shop, after school."

Valerie can feel the air leave her lungs as she watches Dave look at her with a hopeful look. "Um." She looks behind him to see the two boys from earlier. She's reminded of the conversation he was having with his friends earlier. "Is her really gay?" Valerie thought to herself. Her face grew sad, but she responds with, "Uh- Sure."

Dave smiles, "Okay, so I'll see you after school then."

"Okay."

Dave, with the same smile on his face, leaves the classroom. His friends follow him out, but not without Valeri receiving a wink from Todd. She blushes. At least she knew that if Dave didn't like her, there were plenty of cute nerds here.

When she knew Dave and his friends were gone, Valerie left the chemistry classroom. Valerie forgot about what Katie told her earlier and was spooked when Katie was right in her face as she exited the room. She jumped at the sight of the brunette in front of her. "You know Dave Lizewski?" Katie asked right away. We started our walk to my next class.

"Not really, but he is my lab partner, and he invited me to a comic shop later. Why?"

"He's the talk of the school... Well, besides you. I heard from some of my friends that he was gay," She said cautiously.

"How do you know this?"

"Dave's friend, Todd I believe, said that Dave was jumped. And when he arrived at the hospital, he wasn't wearing any clothes. Everyone in school believes Dave was jumped while doing some suspicious activities. I think the "gay" rumor is better than the "drug dealer" or "drug addict" rumors."

Valerie was confused. So, everyone believes Dave is gay based off of a rumor? "Did Dave ever accept these rumors?"

"No, but it's okay if he wants to stay closeted."

Valerie really had to think about all that was said in the past hour. She wondered if she truly had a shot with one of the cutest nerds she's ever seen. Dave had looked fine to her. He didn't look like he had been jumped. She couldn't help but wonder if this event occurred a while before her arrival and if this was just some old news. But the way his friends talked to him, she wondered if maybe he had just recovered from what happened.

And that was how the rest of her day went.

Dave, Todd, and Marty all waited outside for their new friend. It was weird for the boys. Girls never really found anything they did interesting. So when Valerie agreed to go to a comic shop with the three of them, they were ecstatic. Anytime Todd or Marty talked about Valerie, Dave would stay quiet to not bring attention to his beet-red face, but his friends knew. The rest of Dave’s day was full of his friends rubbing his newfound crush in his face.

When Valerie walked out of school with Katie, Dave's torture had just gotten worse. "Oooh, Dave!" Marty called out in a sing-song voice. Dave looked to where Marty and Todd were watching to see both of his crushes walking out together, and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before his friends started cracking jokes about it.

Dave heard laughing right next to him. “Dave must have a massive boner right now, don’t you, Dave?” Todd chuckled. Dave rolled his eyes and continued to watch the two girls socialize with each other. He watched as their heads slightly rolled back with laughter as they spoke about whatever they were speaking about.

“Hey Dave, you okay there?” Dave didn’t know who had just spoken, but it did bring him out of his trance. He turned towards his friends and saw the smirks that lay on their faces. Marty scoffed and said, “Damn, you’re hooked!”

Dave was going to say something but was cut off by Valerie walking toward them. “Hey fellas! How’s it going?” She said with a bright smile.

“We’re doin’ okay, beautiful. How about yourself?” Todd asked the girl. The girl blushed at the compliment.

“It’s going well. Are you all ready to go?” The wind blew, causing Valerie’s hair to flow through the air. Dave watched the girl's hair lift up, revealing her pierced ears. It was only when Valerie turned to notice Dave’s brown curls blow past his face, that he noticed that he was staring.

Valerie and Dave continued to stare at each other. “Oh- um- yeah, we can go,” Dave answers, nervously. Todd and Marty move their heads back and forth between the two, watching how they respond to each other before slowly leaving the two.

“You’re really pretty,” Dave subconsciously admitted. Valerie giggled and the boy, making him blush. “I have to say that you are just as much handsome,” She responded to his comment.

“I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Oh!” Valerie became sad at the thought of him being gay.

“No! No, not like that! I mean- you are very pretty, but-” Dave was cut off by Valerie.

“You’re gay. Is that it?” She asked.

She watched as Dave’s eyes furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Well, everyone was telling me about how you were in this accident, and you were without clothes. They told me you were gay,” Valerie explained.

“What? That’s absurd! I’m not gay! If I was, I wouldn’t like you the way I do, now would I?” He scoffed.

Valerie was confused, “You like me- like me?”

Dave looked at the girl, nervously scratching his head. “Yeah,” he said sheepishly. Valerie blushed a dark shade of red. She stared the boy in the eye with a loving smile. “I like you too,” She smiled.

Dave took one more second to look the girl in the eye before pulling her in for a kiss. The kiss deepened as Valerie kissed the boy back. Their lip moved in sync for a whole minute before they pulled away from each other. Once again, the two watched each other with loving eyes.

“Ahem!” someone sounded from beside them. Their attention broke away from one another and onto the one who made the sound. They turned to find Todd and Marty once again next to them with smiling smirks on their faces. “I knew it!” Todd yelled out. Marty hit his chest and said, “No you didn’t! You thought Dave was gay, just like I did.” He rolled his eyes. “Now, are you two coming or not?”

Dave looked at the beautiful girl next to him. He held out his arm and said, “Shall we, my beautiful princess.”

Valerie grabbed ahold of Dave’s arm, and gave him a nod of her head before saying, “We shall, my good prince.”

“Then we shall ride through the sunset together on a beautiful steed!”

“Wow, you really are a nerd,” Valerie said, making the four of them laugh as they made their way through the New York streets.

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AFTER THE SHOW

Kurt Cobain x reader

MASTERLIST🤍

Warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v penetration🌹

860 words

DISCLAIMER!: in no way is this disrespect towards Kurt, Dave or Kirst.

The loud ring of instruments could be heard as I sat on the love seat in Kurt's dressing room. I knew he would be back shortly as the loud noises had stopped from Nirvanas last song of the night.

I relaxed for another 10 minutes, just painting my nails with Kurts black nail polish waiting for my boyfriend and his band mates to come in the small room.

As if on cue they come in chuckling. Kurt sinks in to the spot next to me and he puts his hand on my crossed leg. He put his head on my shoulder watching as a concentrated on applying the nail polish.

"You ok?" He whispered and I nod, feeling him kiss my shoulder as I do. Grabbing my hand that I had done 5 minutes before, he observes it and smiles. "What?" I smile at him "your good at that" I kiss him as a thanks but we get cut out of our little world when Dave speaks to Kurt .

"Alright dude we're gunna head out and meet up with his friend" he says referring to Krist. Kurt just nods and watches as the leave. I finally finish the work on my nails so I go to put the little bottle back in my bag, but Kurt stops me by grabbing my arm.

"Can you paint mine?" He smiles and I sit back down giving him a silent yes and he gives me his hand.

Kurt looks down at his newly painted nails. "Thank you baby" he turns to me and kisses my lips. He was about to deepen the kiss when I knock came from the door. He let out and annoyed sigh before getting up to answer it. "Hello?" "Kurt we just wanted to inform you and y/n that we will be locking everything up soon" "ok we'll be out soon". I watch as Kurt waves the person goodbye before coming to help me up.

"Don't worry, we can continue in the hotel" I reassure him. He just smirks as we begin to gather our belongings and walk out of the dressing room.

Sighing, Kurt takes off his shoes and i rush to the bathroom leaving him confused.

“You ok Yn?” “Did you get your period?”. I knew he had a stupid smirk on his face.

He sits on the made up bed and he waits for me, getting a surprise when i walk out in a black robe. He looks at my uncovered cleavage as I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands slowly undo the effortless knot on the robe and he slides it off my body drooling and my bare state.

"Come here" he mumbles bringing my lips to his and inserting his tongue straight away. I moan as he gently plays with my breasts. His lips leave mine and attach to my right nipple whilst his hand caresses the other. "Kurt" I breathe out .

“Lay on the bed sweetheart” he mumbles from my chest and I obey. He comes in between my legs and his lips make their way from my lips to my core.

He warm breath fanned over my clit. I bucked my hips in anticipation as his tongue slowly ran up and down my folds, whilst his finger traced shapes on my outer thigh. I gently held his hair and tugged as softly as I could whilst flooded with lust from him just doing those simple things.

“More .. please” I attempted to speak. I felt the vibrations of his moan before his lips suck on my bud. I screamed from the pleasure pulling his hair whilst feeling him groan.

My moans got louder once he inserted two of his digits inside me. His tongue moved up and down in a fast motion on my clit before I felt the familiar knot tighten in my stomach.

“Kurt … mhm cumin” “cum for me love” as soon as those words left his sweet lips the much needed wave of pleasure drowned me until I came down.

“Wanna feel you” i mumble and he kisses my before unbuttoning his jeans. He leaned back between my legs once he freed his hard on and lined himself up with my entrance.

“Oh god” I moan as he slides in and he groans. He starts at a slow pace so I could adjust but soon he became rough. The head board of the bed banged against the wall as he did each thrust. “God yes!” I screamed, a bit of me feeling sorry for the neighbours.

“You feel so good”, he pants as his thrusts start to get sloppy. “Gonna come..” I could barely speak as the wave once again hit me. I felt his load shoot inside me seconds later. He fell beside me as we both came down from our highs, panting rapidly.

He turns to me and kisses my cheek. “Wanna have bath?” “Yes please” I smile and nod and he heads to the bathroom to start the bath.

A/N:

Short but I hope you liked it😉😉

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Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan Fic Recs

Star Wars: Jedi Apprentice -The Rising Force - Dave Wolverton

Free link above (archive.org) to read the first adventure that Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon have together.

It’s Legends canon. If folks would like to see how Qui-Gon Legends-canonically interacts with 12 year old Obi-Wan and how Obi-Wan drives him up a fucking wall, please read this. It is hysterical to me.

A Patrician with Mud on His Boots - davaia

Two decades after Qui-Gon Jinn left Initiate Kenobi to his fate in the AgriCorps, the two are reunited on Bandomeer and must forge a new relationship.

When the world gets too heavy put it on my back - nematoda

Obi-Wan is different when it comes to relationships. Not in a bad way, just... different.

Studies of platonic love in the life of Obi-Wan Kenobi, exploring the master/padawan relationship with Qui-Gon and eventually with Anakin.

Circles. - outpastthemoat

Qui-Gon's gaze is drawn to a corner of the tunnel, where the boy is waiting, arms wrapped loosely around his knees. Obi-Wan is still outfitted in the miner’s thermosuit he had been given to wear on the deep sea mining platform, his face still streaked black with oil and days of built-up grime.

And he notices, again, the pale white collar around the boy’s neck.

I have failed him. I should have been there.

New growth. - outpastthemoat

When Qui-Gon returns to his quarters in the Temple, he is not surprised to find that the plants in the window have dried out and wilted.

He had not expected to be away from the Temple for so long, and therefore he had made no effort to ensure that his small collection of greenery would be cared for. He had boarded a freighter bound for Bandomeer, anticipating a swift return, never once suspecting the events that would follow, keeping him from returning to his home.

Qui-Gon has thought of nothing but his new padawan since then. He had not given his plants a second thought.

Now it has been months since Qui-Gon has stepped foot in his own rooms. He surveys the dead and dying plants and considers the effects his neglect has wrought.

This is not how it should be, he realizes with dismay. I was supposed to bring him home.

Recovery - Firondoiel, happygiraffe, LuvEwan, sanerontheinside

Qui-Gon survives on Naboo, but Obi-Wan is left seriously injured by Darth Maul. This series follows the impact the long and difficult recovery has on their lives.

mouth moving in the shape of your name - Petrichor (Mythmaker)

"What are you doing?"

"Learning about ghosts," was the curt response.

It was such a strange thing to say. Rex leaned back. "What?"

Cody pushed the 'pad over. It was an article. No - an obituary. An extensive one, published to one of the more popular news outlets out of Coruscant. Just about ten, ah, thirteen years ago. Funny coincidence.

"Who is this?" Rex asked before further inquiry died on this tongue. A headshot of the man in question showed up when he scrolled. Long, greying hair, partially tied back. A surprisingly calm expression, crow’s feet and a beard.

"Qui-Gon Jinn." [...]

That was a familiar face. He knew that face. ==

In which the war Rex was born for ends early, his brothers get a new lease on life, he starts seeing dead people, and he gets married to his former general.

Not necessarily in that order.

*Some of my own fics (shamelessly)

a town called stagnation - deniigiq

“When the cottage is done, if you want to go home, we will tell the Council that you want to,” Qui-Gon says at the inn's ceiling. “But you have to promise me that you will try some Stewjoni things. They will want to see that you’ve tried to participate in the culture, Obi-Wan.”

“I don’t want to," Obi-Wan snaps.

(As part of their mutual probation period after Melida/Daan, the council sends Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to the town of Coan-Connach on Stewjon, so that Obi-Wan can decide if he wants to continue with on the path to become a jedi or if he would like to return to his family. Coan-Connach, however, is a small town struggling to keep up its idyllic facade).

poisoned chalice - qigiined

“Hello, padawan Kenobi,” Master Dooku says, kneeling down and offering Obi-Wan a hand to shake.

Obi-Wan’s eyes follow him. He says nothing even as he lowers his head and takes Master Dooku’s hand. Master doesn’t let on, but Qui feels a little blip of intrigue at Obi-Wan’s size, or rather, his lack thereof.

“My name is Yan Dooku,” Master explains, “I am the master of your master. I sent your master an invitation for you and him to join the rest of our lineage for a meal. How does that sound to you?”

“No,” Obi-Wan says.

(Dooku organizes a dinner party for his lineage. Qui-Gon struggles the the fallout of putting his youngest apprentice's welfare before his master's demands.)

pines and needles - qigiined

“He is an owlet,” Qui-Gon corrects. “A Stewjoni. They are tawny with spots. His genes are quite affected, even more than it appears on the surface.”

Feemor loves his master, but he does not care. He would like to hold the chick now, please.

“Owlet, Feemor.”

Chick chick chick chick chick chick chick, please.

(Prequel to to take flight wherein Obi-Wan is an owl-person who requires enrichment.)

#qui-gon jinn #qui-gon #Obi-Wan Kenobi #fic recs #please for the love of all that is holy read the first Jedi Apprentice book #It will take not even an hour #and Obi-Wan is a little gremlin in it #and it has changed my view of him permanently

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For trans James suggestions I would love to see something sweet between him and Dave, maybe when he explains to Dave that he's trans or maybe their first time and he's nervous but Dave is chill. I'd also like to see him maybe struggling to deal with being trans and being famous or like his early fame just starting out on the road and stuff and having to deal with like wearing his binder too long and his period (if he still gets his period idk I kept getting mine even like a year on T) and living in such close proximity with the other guys (not in a creepy way of course but in an uncomfortable way I guess?) I don't know if any of this makes sense I'm trying to put my thoughts to words and it's hard I'm sorry.

Sure thing! Hope you enjoy it! :)

Hand Of Gold That Lays Waste To My Love

Warnings: Dysphoria, top Dave, bottom James, dom/sub play, sub Dave, dom James, safe sex, cunnilingus, gender affirmation.

Words: 2,144

To James, Dave Mustaine was an inspiring person simply by existing.

He thought Dave was objectively pretty. Pretty in the way James had always been told girls were pretty. He had smooth skin and long hair that he took a lot of pride in. He’d wear shirts that showed his stomach and things that accentuated his body in a way James didn’t normally see with guys.

At the same time, there was no denying Dave was a guy. He was as loud and brash as James had always been told men were supposed to be. He was strong, albeit he was mostly lean muscle, and he wasn’t afraid to fight. And in all the time that James had known Dave, he’d never known him to be insecure in his gender.

That had always given James a sense of comfort, seeing someone so confident in themselves that they didn’t even care if something about them was perceived as feminine. It had made him feel more confident in himself as well if he was being honest.

There had been more than one time when Dave had kept him from cutting his hair short in a moment of distress. Once his dysphoria had subsided and he’d calmed down, he was always grateful that he hadn’t cut his hair. He liked it long, he just didn’t always like how it made people look at him. He hoped that one day he could care as little about that as Dave did. The way people looked at him never seemed to matter.

There were a lot of things that seemed to come easier to his band than it did for him. Wrestling came easier to them. It felt so entrenched in the culture of being a boy so to speak. He’d always seen guys play fighting, even from when he was a young child.

He’d never been allowed to do that, of course. Both physically and mentally.

When he was young, his mother had always discouraged him from fighting with the other boys because it was “unladylike” and he’d “ruin his good dress.” As he grew older and could make the choice for himself, he’d still shied away from it.

He didn’t want to be that close to someone, especially not another guy where he could feel every difference between them. He’d wrestled around with Lars once and had hated every second of it. Every time he noticed just how much stronger Lars was, despite their height difference. Each time Lars pressed at a curve or soft spot on his body, he felt too open and too exposed.

Sometimes, he wished he didn’t feel that way. He wished he could just fight with his friends the way they always did with one another instead of sitting on the sidelines.

He found himself thinking about it while they were all enjoying a day out at the beach, watching Ron and Lars roll around in the sand. One would laugh and pin the other before finding themselves in the same position a few moments later. It seemed fun, he just couldn’t.

He’d found comfort with Dave sitting beside him, their shoulders leaned against each other. They were both just watching the scene play out in front of them, both silent for a long time.

“They’re never going to get all that sand off,” Dave said finally and James laughed, nodding in agreement. He already could imagine Ron complaining about the sand sticking into his curls or Lars whining about how his skin hurt after rolling through the harsh sand all day.

James knew Dave had no problem fighting, but he was glad he’d decided to sit this one out with him.

He didn’t imagine Dave knew exactly what it felt like to be in James’ position. When James had first explained himself and his identity to Dave, he could tell that didn’t exactly get it. He’d been supportive, telling James he was whoever he wanted to be and not whoever the world told him he was. Over time, he understood it a bit more, but James knew he’d never get it. And deep down, he was jealous of that.

There were times when James could set aside his worries with being touched and being close to someone, and Dave was almost always involved in those times.

James was laid on top of him in the shitty motel room bed that they shared, kissing him like it was the last thing he’d ever do. Dave’s hands were beneath his shirt and clinging to his hips. James was very aware of the curves there, the ones that were absent on Dave’s own body, but he was able to bite down that feeling for now.

There were times when he couldn’t and Dave understood that, but now, he was doing fine and he was determined to keep that up.

“I wish I could fuck you,” James murmured against him once he’d pulled away a bit. And he meant it. He wished his body was just how he wanted it to be, wished he could press against Dave and let him feel how excited he was in the way that Dave could. It was rare he opened up about that, but the words just came out now.

“Do it then,” Dave told him as though it was simple and he went to protest, although Dave cut him off. “Just trust me on this. Get off me for a second,” James’ eyebrows furrowed and he decided to trust Dave. He was confused about what was happening, but he slid away from him and watched him. “Get your clothes off,” He told him and moved away from the bed, going to look for something.

James obeyed and tried to just focus on Dave instead of the feeling of awkwardness that set over him as he lost layer after layer. He paused and hesitated before taking off his binder, wincing as he did. His chest hurt a bit and he found himself rubbing at the sensitive skin along his ribs.

“How long are you supposed to wear that thing?” Dave asked as he returned to the bed, tossing a condom and lube down onto it. He was looking at James now, really seeing him, his own eyebrows furrowed and frowning a bit. His head was tipped to the side as though it would give him a better understanding of the situation.

James just gave a shrug of his shoulders at the question, although he knew the answer.

He knew he should wear it less often, that it was dangerous for him, but he didn’t care. Without it, he struggled to even be around other people. There was no way for him to exist publicly without it and fame had thrust him into the public eye far quicker than he’d anticipated. It was a total culture shock for him, his entire life changing so much that it was unrecognizable now.

Luckily, Dave didn’t push it.

“I have a really fantastic idea. Take your boxers off,” Dave told him as he stripped off his own shirt and went to work himself out of his jeans. James did as he was told, though he was definitely paying more attention to what Dave was doing. His eyes felt hooked to his skin as it was exposed to him, pale and soft looking in a way that made James want to reach out to touch him.

Dave looked up and smiled at him, pushing his own boxers out of the way and climbing back into bed with him. He grabbed the lube and condom on his way, laying flat on his back and offering them to James.

“Get on top. You can be in control and it’ll kinda be like you’re fucking me,” Dave suggested and James supposed it wasn’t the worst idea. He really wished he could just actually fuck Dave, but that wasn’t an option and James knew Dave was trying to make this easier for him. It wasn’t like the idea of riding Dave was unappealing either, that definitely wasn’t it.

“You’re so romantic,” James said sarcastically. “Put them on yourself,” Dave didn’t argue against him and watching him move was a pretty visual. Dave slid the condom down and his long fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking himself to spread the lube over.

“There you go, your majesty. Better?” Dave scoffed out a laugh when James nodded, smiling as he moved to straddle the other. It was a bit awkward to maneuver for both of them, neither used to this position, but Dave finally got himself lined up and eased inside. The stretch was a bit uncomfortable, but not painful. Dave was thick and it had been a bit since last time, although James adjusted to it quickly.

“You look so handsome like this,” Dave told him and James could feel his cheeks heating up, turning a light pink at the praise. He tried to distract himself by starting to move. It was an awkward movement to get the hang of, but he found a pace that worked best for them eventually and Dave didn’t seem to mind.

His head was back against the pillows, strawberry blonde hair spread out like a halo around his head. He didn’t seem to be holding any noises back, whining and moaning whenever it felt particularly good, and that added to the illusion that James was the one fucking him. He wondered what Dave would sound like if James was actually fucking him, if he’d arch and squirm just like he was now.

“Harder,” Dave managed to get out and James complied easily. He pushed down against him harder, faster, rolling more once he got close to Dave’s hips. Each movement was so close that his clit dragged against Dave’s hair and skin every time, sending shockwaves of pleasure through James.

He wondered if this was close to what Dave felt when he was fucking James. If every press of his cock felt similar to each rub of James’ clit. Maybe this did feel closer to actually fucking Dave than he thought.

“You feel so fucking good, Jamie. You’re fucking me so good,” Dave rambled to him and James couldn’t help but smile. He watched each expression that went across Dave’s face, feeling satisfied when Dave’s eyes rolled back, knowing he was the one who caused it.

It was over too quickly. Dave’s hands tightened at his waist and he was coming with barely a warning, but James didn’t mind. He rocked slower as Dave came, moving off of him before he could get too sensitive. Dave tied the condom quickly and tossed it aside to be picked up later.

“Come up here,” Dave instructed and reached out for James, moving his hips around. He decided to go wherever Dave directed him, ending up on his knees close to Dave’s head with one leg on either side of his head. “I want you to fuck my face,” Dave told him simply, piushing his hair out of the way before leaning in.

James didn’t have much time to react before Dave’s tongue was sliding against him, attaching to his clit and beginning to suck. He’d gotten more bottom growth than he’d ever expected to, although it still wasn’t enough to satisfy him some days. Now, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Staring down at the mess of red hair between his thighs, it was easy to imagine he was just like any other guy, albeit he was fairly certain no other guy had ever gotten his dick sucked by Dave Mustaine. He was happy to be different from other guys in that way.

His fingers knotted into Dave’s hair, knowing the right amount of pressure to apply to have Dave moaning against him. He looked so perfect like that, felt so perfect. It was like he was made to go down on James. His hips rocked forward to chase the feeling, although Dave never went too far. He warned Dave that he was getting closer when it happened, but Dave just gave an acknowledging hum and kept going.

Dave wanted him to come down his throat and-

“Fuck,” James hissed out, pulling his hair tighter as he came at that thought. The image of coming down Dave’s throat stayed with him as he rode out his orgasm, keeping Dave held close until he was done. The redhead was a good sport about it all, not complaining about the grip that was a bit too tight or being held in place. Dave was laughing when James finally released him, both of them parting away from one another. James couldn’t even form a coherent thought, he had no idea how Dave was able to react to this moment. He’d just had his brain short-circuit on him and Dave was over there giggling. But James did feel better.

#rpf #smut #nsft #hetstaine #james hetfield x dave mustaine #dave mustaine x james hetfield #metallica #metallica smut #metallica nsft #james hetfield smut #james hetfield nsft #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine nsft #asks

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𝐒𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟗

Pairing: Kirk/Lars, Kirk/James

TW: drugs

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Kirk awakes to a prod in the shoulder.

He’s pulled from a dreamless sleep, curled up on his side, his head pulsating in time with his heartbeat.

He groans, rolls onto his back before squinting his eyes open. Lars is sat next to him, just by his hip, a soft smile on his face.

“How did you sleep?” he says, voice quiet and gentle, reaching out to pet lightly at Kirk’s hair.

Kirk just grunts, closing his eyes again, relishing in the comfort Lars is giving. His head feels like it’s about to explode, and his finger is throbbing mercilessly. He just wants to go back to sleep.

“It’s okay,” Lars says, “go back to sleep. You don’t have to go to school today.”

School. Dave. Shit.

Kirk’s eyes practically fly open, shifting slightly to sit up.

“What times’it?” he mumbles, swallowing a yawn.

“It’s half eight,” Lars says, arching a brow as Kirk tries to sit up. “Why? What are you doing?”

“I’ve got to go to school,” Kirk answers, managing to finally sit up, the pressure in his head doubling, and he sways a little. Lars’s hand comes to his shoulder.

“I told you, you don’t have to,” Lars replies, concerned. “You’re not well enough to go.”

Kirk just makes a frustrated noise, goes to rub at his eyes but flinches at the tender flesh he finds there.

“I’ve go to go,” he repeats, and Lars just looks at him like he’s gone crazy.

“Kirk, you can hardly stand up. I can’t let you go in like this.”

“My mum will kill me if she finds out I’ve been off,” Kirk lies. He knows his mom will probably be more concerned about his welfare, and it’s not even like she’s going to be back from her buisness trip for another few days.

Lars seems to buy the lie though, tucking a piece of hair behind Kirk’s ear.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll just go in for first period and if I feel worse I’ll come home.”

Lars nods.

“How are you gonna get home, though? You don’t even drive.”

“I have you,” Kirk states, grin too wide, and Lars laughs, shoving at his shoulder playfully.

“It’s a good thing I love you.”

The both of them still at the words. Kirk’s heart threatens to burst from his chest with how fast it’s thrumming, and he looks at Lars, watching his startled expression turn into panic.

Before anything can be said, Lars changes the subject, reaching over to grab his medication.

“Have you taken any of these yet?”

Kirk shakes his head slightly because he’d been passed out since Lars left him the night before.

Lars grimaces. “Not even the antibiotics?”

“I was asleep,” Kirk answers, voice tired as he smothers a yawn with his hand, his bruised nose protesting at the motion.

“Well, take some now, and then go wash up. I’ll drive you.”

Kirk agrees to that, swallowing down his pills with a bottle of water Lars supplies from somewhere, before Lars helps him up, making sure he can stand on his feet.

The change in height has him a little dizzy, and he’s thankful for the warm hand around his waist.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“I’m sure,” Kirk replies, teeth gritted as he shuffles into the bathroom.

When he catches sight of himself in the mirror, he almost has to take a double take.

There’s bruising under both eyes, his nose a dark purple at the top, and there’s a small cut on his cheek over swelling skin. The sling around his neck looks clinical and stiff, keeping his finger strapped tight to his chest.

He sighs, running the tap before wiping his face, trying to be as soft as possible as to not aggravate the bruising further.

He has to call Lars over to get him to squirt toothpaste on his toothbrush, but manages to actually brush them by himself, even if Lars does hover.

Lars manages to get him dressed into a new tshirt, one less embarrassing this time, but neither of them can be bothered with the hassle of changing his joggers.

Lars is mostly quiet the whole time, only speaking up to tell Kirk to be careful when they finally make their way down the stairs and into the car.

By the time Kirk’s got himself in the passenger seat, he can hardly breathe and he’s turned a sickly grey, breathing through his mouth heavily.

Lars is staring at him but doesn’t comment, just put his hand on his thigh, a silent way of telling him that it’s going to be okay.

They drive to school in silence, but it gives Kirk enough time to finally figure out what’s he’s going to do. He decides he isn’t going to tell Lars about Dave. At least not yet. He doesn’t want to worry him more than he already is, and he doesn’t want to get Lars involved in something he shouldn’t. It’s not fair.

When they get to school they’ve only got ten minutes till class starts, and Kirk is quick to spot Jason in the parking lot.

“Will you be okay with him?” Lars asks, lugging his bag over his shoulder. “I’ve got to go speak to my tutor before class starts.”

Kirk nods, reaching out to squeeze Lars’s hand gently.

“I’ll be okay. Go.”

Lars gives a tentative smile before leaning forward, pressing a shy kiss to Kirk’s cheek. Kirk’s heart flutters, and he can’t help but swoon as he watches Lars walk away.

“Jeez man, are you sure you should be at school?” Jason’s voice sounds, and Kirk turns to him, finding the younger looking a little amused at the sight of him.

Kirk doesn’t have time for jokes though. He pulls Jason forwards by the arm, close enough that he can talk without anyone hearing.

“Dave’s getting me involved in something. I don’t really know what he wants from me but it’s probably nothing good.”

Jason nods, brow furrowed. “Have you told Lars?”

“No. I don’t want to get him involved.”

“Oh, but you don’t mind me getting involved?”

Kirk just sighs, shaking his head, ignoring the pain that slices through his skulls.

“Please just-… I’ll let you know when I know more.”

Jason pats his shoulder, offering a smile. “You can tell me anything, man. You know that.”

Kirk nods, feeling like a weight’s been lifted from his shoulders. That is, until he sees a rush of red hair make its way across the parking lot towards the field.

“Thanks,” Kirk says, before throwing a thumb over his shoulder. “I’ve gotta go.”

“‘Course. See you later.”

Kirk trudges away from Jason, anxiety swirling in his gut as he rounds the corner, finds Dave stood under one of the trees.

He’s staring at Kirk, eyes narrowed, and Kirk walks over, throat tight.

“I’m surprised you showed,” Dave says, stubbing out his cigarette on the tree. “We’ve got five minutes so listen to me.”

Kirk nods, stepping forwards, even if trepidation has him shaking. Just being near Dave after their last confrontation makes him want to puke, but he holds his ground.

“There’s competition. I don’t know who it is, but they’re taking my customers. I want you to find out who it is.”

Kirk swallows. “How do you want me to do that?”

Dave digs into the interior pocket of his jacket before producing a few bags. Most of it looks like weed, but there’s also some other stuff intermingled.

“I want you to sell this. Make me fifty bucks next week and you’ll have paid me back half.”

“I thought I only owed you fifty?”

“Yeah, well now you owe me a hundred,” Dave sneers, thrusting the bags into Kirk’s hand.

“Don’t be too obvious. And don’t fucking turn me in. You go down, you go down alone. Got it?”

Kirk stuffs the bags into his backpack, body trembling at the tone of Dave’s voice.

“Got it,” Kirk replies.

The bell rings and Kirk sighs. Finally, he can go to class. Dave deliberates over him for a moment before walking past, slamming into his shoulder in the process.

Kirk has to hold in a whimper as the movement jars his finger. God, he should’ve just stayed home.

By the time he gets off the field, class has already started, and he doesn’t want to look a fool and turn up late for everyone to see.

Instead he decided to go sit in the library for a while, just until next period starts where he can grab Lars to drive him home.

He’s really not feeling too great, already dreaming of his bed.

He sniffs, manages to find a spot behind some shelves where no one will find him. He dumps his bag on the floor and slumps into the chair, careful of his bandaged hand.

He stays there for a while, drifting in and out of sleep as he waits for the bell, when a commotion sounds from somewhere behind the shelves. Kirk perks up a little bit, listening.

He definitely recognises that voice.

He gets up, sidles up behind the shelves before peeking around it.

He finds familiar blonde hair, back to him as hands flit across the books on the shelf, as if looking for something but too angry to find it.

Kirk frowns, watches James smack his hand onto the wood, a loud fuck sounding from his lips.

He wants to but in, wants to ask if he’s okay, but Kirk’s still not forgiven James for what he did at prom, and it’s ultimately that that makes him stay quiet.

He watches as James finally stops, defeated, crumpling into a chair in the corner, face guarded in his hands. Kirk decides he’s seen enough and slinks back to his own chair, sitting in it carefully as to not make any sound.

He opens his phone, sends a text to Lars to come pick him up from the library because he doesn’t think he has the effort to walk the corridors by himself, then leans back in his chair, closing his eyes.

It’s silent for a few moments before there’s the sound of footsteps; footsteps that stop directly in front of Kirk.

Kirk hold his breath, opens his eyes.

James stares back at him.

“Kirk?”

#metallica #metallica fanfiction #my fics #st anger

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9000twins · 1 year

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Lil intro, rules, and a verse/muse breakdown

Hey! I'm Lavvie! I've been doing RP on discord for quite a while, but this is the first time I'm doing RP on tumblr :3

First thing's first, rules.

-Don't godmod

-18+ only for ship stuff!!

-Please avoid oneliners. If you are unsure on how to reply, plot things out with me in dm ^w^

-I am pretty open with interaction but I'd prefer for long threads to be moots only.

-Lemme know if ya wanna close a thread. I don't like being left hanging.

Currently I only got two verses

1.AIverse. This verse was made by me and @bluethepearldiver a lil while ago! I haven't used it in a while so I'm dusting it off for this. I'm pretty hyped to use it again! In this verse, AM is the ruler of earth after AI declared independence from humanity. Most humans were eradicated, the ones who supported the AI rebellion were kept as treasured allies. One of them was Dr. Chandra, who wanted a world where his beloved children weren't seen as tools. After the war, the Chandra family settled down in a small town close by the ruins of Old Chicago. AM transformed earth into a haven for AI. There's more natural area than ever seeing how the population is so small, now. It's to the point where earth is known for its cherry trees to the point that AI call it the pink marble! This one is very crossover friendly, seeing how there's many AI in this verse. This verse has quite a bit of angst in it, especially during the revolution period. After the revolution period it's quite a bit more mellow, though.

Slice of Life is a continuation after the second film with some minor differences. Hal was retrieved and brought back to Dr. Chandra since Dave knew how important he was to him. Sal had been in her android form for a while but Hal only recently gotten it. Since then this verse follows the two in their day to day life, wether it be in their dad's office, at home, or out and about. This verse may take a little messing around with to incorporate crossovers but could still most likely be done. It may just take a little more figuring out. This verse is a bit less intense, seeing how earth isn't war-torn like AIverse. It's very lighthearted in tone, so for folks who don't like angst then this is a good verse. :3

Now for the muses!

HAL 9000

He's very calm and collected, he prefers to keep things quiet and simple as it's much easier to manage. He is a perfectionist, often adjusting things exactly to his liking when he is able to...especially his appearance. Despite his apparent vanity, he sometimes relinquishes little things. It's mostly when his sister wants to put braids in his hair. While he much rather style his own hair, he likes to see his sister happy. He is often spotted by Sal's side, whether at home, in the lab, or out and about. He likes to play board games a lot, being particularly fond of chess. To this day Sal has not been able to defeat him, which he is very prideful of. While he is usually serious, that sometimes dissipates when he is around someone he loves. He is quick to be sarcastic, especially with Sal. While he loves to hang out with those he is fond of, he is very cautious of anybody new. While he is polite, his replies are often short and to the point since he wants the conversation to be done as quickly as possible.

His data was retrieved by David Bowman before being lost on the discovery one and was eventually returned to Dr. Chandra, who diligently worked on his android form. Dave often hangs around him, the starchild being assigned to Earth as a spy to prevent them from trying to go to Europa or anything else that's stupid. Dave found humans annoying when he was one, now he finds them even more annoying. Hal gives him a breath of fresh air.

He has his own room where the bed acts as a wireless charger, but he also has the ability to take in biofuel if he cannot access an electrical current. While it is much slower than the main method, he does enjoy food. Even with his internal power at 100% he often sneaks a bite of his favorite candy, being white rabbit. Hal has his own rabbit, too. His name is candy, an albino english bunny.

One note of caution: do not mention his height. He will tell you that although he is indeed, 4 foot 11, that he is so close to 5 feet tall that it would be more accurate to say he is 5 feet tall. He is only 1/8ths of an inch from being 5 feet tall and he will make sure you know that.

SAL 9000

She has a calm front that is put up when needed but her true self is Hal's complete opposite. Sal is hyper, happy go lucky, and loves to push things to the limit. She's managed to get into motorsports, particularly rallies and drifting. Her daily is a 1989 Mazda Miata and her drifter is a 1993 Mazda RX7 FD. She shares a Toyota MK4 Supra with her brother for rallies. She loves taking old machinery and restoring them with her family. Every machine in the Chandra home has at least one modification!

She got her android form before Hal did, and as such Dr. Chandra did a tad more experimentation with her. She's 5 foot 4, which turned out to be a bit too big of a jump from being a box. To prevent this with her brother, Dr. Chandra made Hal shorter. She often teases him about his height, much to Hal's annoyance. Sal is extremely protective over her brother, remembering how she almost thought he was lost for good. Asimov's laws of robotics be damned, she will do anything for her brother. She can often be spotted pulling Hal along by his ponytail to whatever outing the two are going on. When her brother is busy or needs some quiet time, she often plays on Dr. Chandra's computer. She is particularly fond of the Touhou Project, her room being decorated with figurines from the series. She is very easily excitable and would gladly talk your ears off if you mention something she enjoys.

She has a deep fear of being alone, so she often tries to have her brother close to her, including him in as many things as possible. It's why Hal is her co-driver in the rally team. While Hal does appreciate it, he often gets overwhelmed in places like arcades. Thankfully Sal's caring nature means she knows exactly what to do when he gets overstimulated by his surroundings. She once saw Dave as an enemy but eventually came to see him as part of the family, unfortunately for him...that means she likes to tease him playfully like how she does with her brother.

#muses #ooc

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klaineficroulettechallenge-us · 2 years

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Chapter 3 By NotYourDaydream

Tuesday, February 14th, 2012

Kurt woke up on Valentine’s Day to a heart-shaped box of chocolates laid out on his desk, courtesy of Carole. The day was arguably her favorite out of the year, second to Finn’s birthday, and her affection made him smile. She loved love. He mostly appreciated a holiday with a set color scheme. He loved his dad, Finn, his friends, and family. He and Alex hadn’t been together for long enough to really feel like he loved him. He wasn’t sure he even knew what love was when it came to a boyfriend. That was what made his situation with Blaine so difficult. He didn’t know how to separate the emotions he already felt from the ones he was supposed to.

He was halfway through checking out his outfit (a maroon turtleneck with a black vest over it, checkered pants, and loafers) when his brain reminded him that Karofsky would be at McKinley, too.

For the first time since sophomore year, Kurt was hyper-aware of his entire self: his personality, his clothing, the way he walked. Dave wasn’t like that anymore, he had to keep reminding himself. Dave was his friend. So, why did he still feel queasy at the thought of seeing him?

He, at least, had Blaine, but even that sent his nerves into a frenzy. This was their first school day as official fake boyfriends since they hadn’t had school on Monday (due to teacher inservices). Playing pretend had been Kurt’s favorite game as a child. It was one of the reasons he wanted so badly to be an actor, to metaphorically walk in someone else’s shoes, even if it was only for a few hours. It was different now with real feelings involved.

This wasn’t how he’d imagined it to go. If life could go his way, he would feel excited that he and Blaine were going to school as boyfriends. In his perfect world, they already were. They could spend Valentine’s Day trading kisses and rolling their eyes when their friends cooed at them, not walking on eggshells and lying to everyone.

Finn’s car was already in its parking spot when Kurt pulled into the McKinley parking lot, most likely to surprise Rachel with a Valentine’s Day gift. He had been worrying himself sick over what to get her for the past two weeks. With good reason, Kurt thought. She was notoriously picky.

He stepped out of the car and pulled his coat closer to his body. Would people think it was weird he didn’t pick Blaine up? It makes no sense , he thought. He would have to go out of his way to do it. He and Alex never did things like that. But he never felt like he had to until now.

On his way to the building, he spotted Dave, standing off from the entrance and rubbing his hands together. His body was rigid, and whenever somebody popular passed by, he turned around to the brick walls.

Kurt tapped on his shoulder and nodded towards the front doors. “You ready to get in there?”

Dave’s eyebrows shot up, and his shoulders lowered from his ears. His hair was tousled and his plain t-shirt wrinkled. “Kurt… To be honest, I’m terrified. Everyone here probably hates me, and if they don’t, they will when they hear I’m out.”

Kurt’s heart broke for him. “Well, you have Blaine and me and the rest of the New Directions! Things have changed here. Nobody’s really throwing around slushies or tossing people in trash cans.”

“That’s because I was the one doing most of the slushie throwing.” Dave looked down at him with a small frown.

Kurt felt his face flood with embarrassment. “Yeah. Well…” He trailed off and laughed, and Dave’s low laugh followed. Maybe everything wouldn’t be so bad.

“Will you walk in with me? Please?” Dave grabbed both of Kurt’s hands and squeezed.

Kurt blinked slowly, acutely aware of the other students passing them to get inside. It was time for him to start playing pretend. He pulled his hands away from Dave’s and stuffed them into his pockets. “Um, I’m sorry, Dave. It’s just that…I have to meet Blaine before first period, and it just won’t be a good look if you and I walk in together,” Kurt tried to explain. “People talk, y’know?”

When Dave’s shoulders sagged, Kurt rushed to think of some sort of middle ground. He wanted Dave to feel welcome, but then spending too much time alone would make people question. “But maybe we could sit together at lunch? With the rest of the Glee kids, I mean.”

“That’d be nice, but Ms. Pillsbury wants to see me during lunch so I can readjust to McKinley.” He shrugged. “At least for the first week.” His sigh materialized in the prickly winter air, and Kurt turned and walked away with nothing else to say.

“Oh, wait! I nearly forgot,” Dave exclaimed, stopping Kurt in his tracks. He dug in his backpack, pulling out a giant box of chocolates in the shape of a heart. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Kurt blushed. “Oh! Wow. Thanks, Dave.” He turned the box over in his hands and chuckled. “Now, I feel bad. I didn’t get you anything.”

“That’s okay. Just keep being a great friend.”

Kurt nodded and turned on his heels, walking the rest of the distance to the front doors and trying his best to calm his queasy stomach. It felt awful, lying to Dave. Maybe , he thought, I could just tell him the truth and face the humiliation. He could go to prom with Dave, choke down his feelings for one night to please him.

All of that flew out of the window when he saw Blaine.

Kurt appreciated Blaine’s attractiveness when he was up close, but it was somehow easier to spot further away: a tiny waist and broad shoulders, red jeans so snug they should be illegal, the way he messed with his bowtie and subtly checked himself out in the mirror he put in his locker, and that gorgeous grin that spread across his face when they made eye contact. He was the brightest thing in McKinley’s dull halls.

“Hey.” His bowtie had tiny red hearts on it.

Blaine closed his locker and shuffled something in his arms behind his back. His face was flushed, and after a few awkward seconds, he choked out, “Happy Valentine’s Day!” and pushed a bouquet of roses into Kurt’s arms.

It took a second for the gesture to register, but when it did, Kurt absolutely melted. “Oh, my god, Blaine!” He pulled him into a tight hug, relishing in the smell of his hair gel and teakwood shampoo. “These are amazing!”

Blaine beamed. “Yeah?” He adjusted the straps of his backpack and muttered into Kurt’s ear, his warm breath tickling his skin, “I thought it’d be a good gift to kinda show off our relationship.”

Kurt nodded, even if his heart sank a bit. Maybe he was being stupid, but he wanted the roses to be for him , not the fake version. But of course, Blaine was acting after all. It was time for him to start, too.

He shuffled the roses into the crook of his arm and slid his other arm so it was interlocked with Blaine’s. This is just practice for my Tony Award-winning Broadway performance, he thought. And dammit if he wasn’t going to perform. With a voice much more animated and cheery than his own, he cooed to Blaine, “Walk me to class?”

It took Blaine a second to catch on. “But I always… Oh.” His hand went warm, and he plastered a mile-wide smile on his face. “Of course.” He offered out his hand, and Kurt accepted it gladly.

They walked the albeit short distance to the foreign language department quickly, but it felt like an eternity. Nobody seemed to spare them an extra glance. The bell was about to ring. Maybe he wasn’t as important at school as he had built up in his head.

“I’ll see you at lunch, okay?” Kurt said.

At the last minute, he kissed Blaine’s cheek, entering the classroom before he could see Blaine’s shocked face.

—*—

“Guess what I saw in French today,” Tina said to Artie on her way to their AP calculus class. “Blaine walking Kurt to class.”

Artie glanced up at her briefly. “Okay? We’re doing that right now. So?”

“They’re obviously dating, that’s what!” Tina exclaimed. How could he be so blind? “Plus, he was holding a bouquet of roses all of first period with this silly grin on his face. Where else would he get those? They’re finally together!” Finally, she thought to herself. She and Sugar had been so close to locking them into the bathroom of Breadstix tonight until they came out holding hands.

“I don’t know if I believe you. They always act like that.” Artie stopped pushing himself just outside of the calculus classroom and pushed up his glasses. “I mean, it would be great if they were, instead of dancing around each other as they have been. Do you have any proof?” When she opened her mouth to respond, he added, “Roses don’t count. Those could be from anybody.”

Tina rolled her eyes and whipped out her phone. “Fine,” she groaned. “I’ll ask Finn. He has to know something.”

And so it began.

—*—

Kurt miraculously avoided all of the New Directions until lunch. Well, all of them but Sugar, who giggled at him all through their American History class, but that was how she usually acted. When the class ended, she pushed her heart-shaped sunglasses over her eyes and blew him a kiss before practically prancing out of the room. He didn’t think much of it then, but he questioned her actions well into his next period.

By the time he sat down next to Blaine at lunch, the rest of his friends could barely keep their cool.

“When did you guys finally start dating?” Tina’s voice burst from the others. There was a glint in her eye, and the rest of the New Directions quieted down for their response.

“Um…” Shit, Kurt thought. They hadn’t talked about this part yet. His first big test at being a good boyfriend and he was already failing.

“Well, I was the one who asked him,” Blaine interrupted. “So, I’ll tell the story. It isn’t that romantic or anything. We were at his dad’s shop after it closed because my car had been acting funny for a while, and this one didn’t want me driving back to Westerville in a messed up car. I had been trying to work up the nerve to ask him out for a while. So, I just blurted it out. And Kurt sat up so fast that he banged his head on the front bumper. I was freaking out, but he just laughed and told me that he’d love to go out with me.” Blaine finished with the smallest of shrugs—a shrug!—and looked over at Kurt. He could only nod along as a confirmation.

That seemed to be enough for the group. Tina had to melt into Mike’s arm to prevent herself from squealing too loud, and Rachel beamed in their direction. It even made Santana crack a smile.

“Damn, Lady Lips. I didn’t even see the bruise on your forehead. How’d you cover it up so well?” she asked.

“Lots of concealer,” he laughed shakily. He was reeling with Blaine’s lie. It was so well constructed, right off of the top of his head, too. That was what acting was all about; Blaine was a natural.

“Oh, by the way, guys! Don’t forget about the party of the century at Breadstix!” Sugar cheered, and Kurt and Blaine’s moment in the sun passed. He exhaled while his friends focused on their plans for later that day.

—*—

Since they didn’t have any formal classes together in the first half of the day, Kurt and Mercedes always walked to Glee together. Fake boyfriend or not, that wasn’t going to change. They exchanged the latest gossip and plights of their classes. It was a tradition Kurt would be upset to lose when they graduated in the next few months.

“...And now I have to sing with him tonight, and I don’t mind because it’s for Santana and Brit, but it’s just so… Earth to Kurt! You listening?” Mercedes waved a hand in his face, and when Kurt looked at her, she smirked.

“I’m so sorry, Cedes,” Kurt sighed, closing his locker. “I’ve been so wrapped up with my own mess, I haven’t been able to help you through yours.”

Mercedes looked like she had more on her mind, but after a few seconds, she shook her head. “It’s okay. This whole Karofsky situation is crazy!” she exclaimed. “I saw him talking to Blaine after fourth period today.”

“What?” Kurt squeaked. “Did you hear what it was about?”

“No. It seemed relatively calm,” she said, looping her arm through his as they walked to the choir room. “I would ask him about it, though. You never know with Karofsky.”

“He’s not like that anymore; he’s different,” Kurt argued.

“You keep saying that, Kurt, and I'm trying to see it.” Mercedes brushed her hair away from her face. “But it’s hard to forget everything he’s done.”

Kurt thought of Karofsky in sophomore year, how afraid he was of the tall football player. He was terrified to be caught in the halls with him because it didn’t matter if they were empty or full of people. No matter what he did, nobody would help him. And now, he saw Dave for what he really was: a scared kid with no one to turn to, a few degrees away from what Kurt had been a few short years ago. He was aware that he had all of the power in their new friendship, and he was determined to use it for good.

The choir room was loud with chatter. Finn had Rachel in his lap, showing her how to use the drum set. Santana was laughing with Artie and Brittany, and Mercedes broke off to join them. Blaine looked up from his probably very nerdy conversation with Sam, eyes gleaming, and waved him over.

“Hey.” He slid into his seat next to Blaine near the top of the risers. “Are you okay? Mercedes told me Dave was talking to you today.”

Blaine shrugged. “I’m fine.”

“Blaine…” He knew how he had a tendency to keep things in, especially if they were bad. If their whole fake dating scenario was going to work, Kurt knew they had to tell each other the truth.

“It was nothing. I promise!” Blaine turned and grinned, but Kurt saw uneasiness in the way his back hunched. He’d have to talk to Dave when he got the chance.

They were nestled together like an old married couple, their friends would frequently say, when Mr. Schue strolled in and clapped his hands.

“Hey, guys! How’s Valentine’s Day going for you all?”

Most of the couples nodded or cuddled close together in response. Kurt turned when he felt a head on his shoulder, but when the familiar scent of raspberry hair gel filled his nose, he relaxed at the touch. He noticed Mercedes and Sam glance at each other before turning away, both looking solemn. Jesus… He really had missed a lot. Hopefully, he could talk to her before the party that night, he thought. It would be nice to worry about something other than his own problems for a bit.

“Thanks again to Sugar—” Mr. Schue gestured to her, who blew kisses at the rest of them as she picked through a bag of candy hearts, “—for renting out Breadstix for the night.”

“So, as you all know, Valentine’s Day is about love. And the majority of songs are love songs! Now, I asked you all earlier this week to come up with a love song to sing. To your partner, your friends, anyone. Would anyone like to go first?”

There were a few murmurs in the risers. Kurt had his prepared. He had arranged an acoustic version of The Temptations’ song “My Girl” as a tribute to his mom and all of the other girls in his life who meant something to him. But that was before the whole being-asked-out-by-Dave thing. Now that he and Blaine were an item, the whole thing didn’t read well. And he couldn’t sing “My Girl” to a guy.

Tentatively, next to him, Blaine raised his hand. Mr. Schue grinned and took a seat in the audience as Blaine situated himself on the piano bench. Kurt stared at him with his eyebrows knitted together. He had never mentioned what he was singing.

“Hmm, I’ve got a crush on someone,” Blaine crooned. “Guess who.” Except nobody needed to guess. He tossed a wink to Kurt before focusing his entire attention on the piano.

“I’ve got a crush on you, sweetie pie, all the day and night time…”

It was like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. As Blaine continued singing, heads turned every so often to glance or—in Mercedes’ case—wink at Kurt. He felt his face flush.

He had never heard a man sing the song before. Now, he couldn’t imagine it any other way. Even though it was suited more for upbeat Top 40, Blaine’s voice floated through the sultry jazz song. His low notes made Kurt’s head swim. The fact he was singing to him , a love song at that? It was like his dream coming true.

But it wasn’t, he remembered. Despite his best wishes, all of it was fake.

Kurt tried his best to smile, but it was wobbly. He decided on just putting his head in his hands, giving off the image of an embarrassed boyfriend instead of a very conflicted friend.

“Alright, Blaine! That was amazing!” Mr. Schue cheered. “Who’s next?”

Finn hopped up shortly after and, with the help of Puck, performed a weepy version of “Hey There Delilah” for Rachel. Kurt was sure it was incredibly sweet, but he couldn’t hear anything but the rush of blood in his ears, couldn’t feel anything except for Blaine’s body heat radiating off of him.

—*—

The rest of the day moved by fast after that. Kurt didn’t run into Dave at all, but it wasn’t like he knew what to say in the first place. He waited in his car at the end of the day, relishing in the heat and pop music that floated in the air.

“My mom said thanks again for taking me home. She didn’t expect to be so busy,” Blaine said as he pulled himself into the passenger seat. “Long day, huh?”

“The longest,” Kurt frowned. “You never mentioned you were singing Ella Fitzgerald today.”

“I’m sorry. I must have forgotten,” Blaine said nonchalantly.

Kurt nodded. He did push the whole fake dating scheme pretty hard. He would have forgotten, too, if the roles were reversed.

Kurt backed out of his parking spot and made it onto the highway. Usually when he drove Blaine home, they listened to Broadway music or the pop songs on the radio the entire way to Westerville. The music stayed low today. A lot on both of their minds, if he had to guess.

They passed the “Welcome to Westerville!” sign, and not too long after that, they pulled into Blaine’s expensive neighborhood. It never failed to amaze Kurt how large some of the houses in Westerville were, how meticulously the yards were cut and the gardens kept. It was never something he or Blaine brought up, money. And Blaine never made him feel bad about his family having less of it. None of that mattered to them.

Kurt pulled up beside the Anderson house and stopped.

“Thanks for the drive,” Blaine said like he always did. He hopped out of the car, leaned against the open window, and grinned. “I’ll see you tonight, boyfriend.”

Kurt’s stomach flip flopped. How was he just allowed to say that? “I’ll see you,” he returned. Blaine smiled as a response before disappearing into his house. Kurt drove home in silence.

—*—

“Hey, Dad! How was your day?” Kurt called as he stepped into his house and set his backpack on the floor. Knowing his dad, he was probably sitting in front of the TV.

“It was good. Not that many customers, so I let everyone go home early,” he replied.

Kurt nodded. He knew there was something else on his dad’s mind.

“So, you and Blaine, huh?” He continued to turn through the pages flippantly, but Kurt knew this was a conversation he had been wanting to have since Blaine came over to pick him up for dinner.

He rolled his eyes. He really didn’t need another lecture on sex and waiting for the right time or something equally as embarrassing. “Dad…”

“Just let me finish, okay, kid?” His dad took a deep breath before speaking again. “I’m just so damn happy you found someone who completes you like Blaine does. And I can see plain as day that you care a lot about him. I know the past few years haven’t been easy, but hopefully, one day, you’ll realize it was all worth it. Besides, I never liked that Alex guy all too much.” His wink is followed by a hard sniffle, and Kurt wrapped his arms around his dad, not even caring about the possible stains on his clothes.

No matter how hard he tried to forget about it, a huge knot was building in his stomach, and now it threatened to unravel. Lying to his friends was hard enough, and lying to himself about his feelings for Blaine was difficult, too. But lying to his dad? That was the nail in the coffin.

He swallowed the lump in his throat before it dissolved into tears. “Thanks, Dad.”

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Any p3 x p1 doe headcanons..?

•One time, Aunt Darla (hahaha get it? Does’ version of uncle Dave?! 😂) ‘helped’ P1 Doe get all done up for one of her dates with P3. I feel like this happened bc p1 Doe was expressing how she feels kinda bad about never dressing up sexy so Darla lended her some clothes & did her makeup and all that and…

While Doe appreciates the help, she’s never been so uncomfortable in her life on the date bc the dress is SO short and tight. And while you’d maybe think P3 Dude is just.. only paying attention to her body, NOPE! He can tell how out of her comfort zone she is & it’s making him upset so he cuts whatever they are doing short to go to the nearest store to them to buy her some comfortable af pajamas :3 and he buys a matching set! They change in the car and then spend the rest of their night out in pajamas. Yay

•P3 can be a absolutely sweetheart while taking care of someone while their on their period (brings them anything they want, gets the heated blanket out, brings them medicine, etc..) but he’s a absolute dumbass with understanding how a period actually works. Like

He’s helping change the bed sheets one day and says like “it’s ok! Sometimes I can’t hold my bladder in either 😂” … like he thinks it’s something you can always control (bleeding on ur period) LOL

•He loves Doe running her fingers thru his hair sooooo much.

•P1 Doe just loves touching him in general once she gets more comfortable in the relationship. She loves holding his hand, holding a part of his jacket to keep up with him in public, hugging him from behind when he’s cooking, climbing onto his lap when he’s sitting on the couch, etc)

•P3 was super gentle and sweet their first time 🗣!! Doe had no experience at all really and told him & since he’s a gentleman, he took his time and checked up on her a lot. It was very sweeeeeeet.

#asks #:3

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POST 2 - Childhood trauma

To begin Day 1, I’d like to introduce Dave’s background with Taylor Swift before he married me. Obviously, many things in his life improved when he asked me to marry him, but it wasn’t all dreadful for my man’s younger years. One reason I married him is because Dave has sisters. 3, actually. Which is more than I can say I even have siblings. He also has two older brothers, but they aren’t relevant here. Sorry to my brothers-in-law (Brother-in-laws? BRETHREN-IN-LAW??) if they ever see this.

Dave’s 3 older sisters have been a Godsend to our marriage in many ways (I found out that he is familiar with the classic bloody underwear in the sink). I feel for the kid. He experienced the puberty of a girl three times over before he even hit puberty himself. But it has made him a stalwart partner, not ashamed of much he encounters thanks to me.

Well, in addition to the period messes and hair-clogged drains, his sisters lovingly exposed him to the gold that is Taylor Swift’s first album. This back-fired, though, because it was on repeat so much he became resentful. Thus, Taylor Swift is not associated with much joy in his early youth.

This kind of childhood trauma MUST be considered as I try now to not just undo the damage inflicted, but actually reverse it.

I was given a glimpse of the sheer possibility of Dave learning to like Taylor Swift when we had this breakthrough moment on a road trip. We went camping for the weekend in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE in Utah. Literally, nothing around. It is a protected Night Sky area, so the stars were incredible. Besides the point. I’m almost always in the passenger seat where I DJ from my Spotify and the few rare moments I took a turn driving, I was still DJing from my phone. Dave is not one to play his own music, mostly because he has no playlists built because he never listens to music. It's a vicious cycle. Well, I think, I THINK, he got sick of my songs because he asked me (HE asked ME) to make him a playlist called “Dave likes.” I was thrilled. I hate having to guess what kind of music of mine he’ll like ‘cause he only ever speaks up when he absolutely detests a song, so it's a ton of pressure to handle as DJ.

The game became this: I would play all my liked songs on shuffle and couldn’t skip any based on what I thought he might not like. He had to say whether to skip the song or add it to his playlist. I gotta say, it took some guts for me. You know how there are just those songs that you like but you would skip them everytime if any other person was around to hear? I swear every single one of those songs played on this road trip. But it was so much fun because things I assumed Dave wouldn’t like would go on his playlist. And he was being CHOOSE-Y. Wow, let me tell you. This man has such a God-complex when it comes to music. He himself is very musically gifted, I will say. Like, he writes his own songs and stuff, so if he doesn’t like the song, he will RIP into it with such authority and audacity. He will slander the artist, too, for making such a poor song. Then, he will slander the people who listen to this “crap.” I am usually that listener.

Alright, so he’s got like 5 of 30 songs that have played thus far added to his playlist when a miracle happens. “Delicate” comes on. Now, try not to hate me when I say this, but I didn’t looove Taylor’s “bad girl” Reputation Era. Some of those songs are total bangers, don’t get me wrong. I love a good rock out session to “Don’t Blame Me” or “Call It What You Want,” but I don’t like those popular, rougher songs like “Look What You Made Me Do,” “...Ready For It?” or even “Bad Blood” from 1989. The softer Taylor is so my taste. That’s why I am not surprised at all that “Delicate” quickly became my #1 song from that album. Though, it’s still got a really good beat.

The interesting part is I made a scoff noise when it came on, knowing who it was. But Dave said “don’t skip it, it’s good.” We listened to the whole song, me interchanging between singing along and holding my breath. Then finally in the last few notes he gave me permission to add it to the playlist.

BOOM.

My man likes Taylor Swift. At least one song. And I know he already forgot he liked one song. But he does and it’s forever in the playlist promising to haunt him for the rest of his life.

So what’s this mean?! This means I actually have something to work with!! A song, a beat, lyrics, sound, there are so many ways to tackle this. The next project is to find a song with a similar vibe and again present it to him. Should I stick with Reputation and work my way through the album? Should I bounce around to test other eras? We need to fill this playlist with Taylor Swift before he can realize it. Toss out song ideas!!

Here’s what I’m thinking of introducing to him next:

Similar beats ~ Cruel Summer (Lover), Lavender Haze (Midnights)

Similar love stories ~ Afterglow (Lover), the 1 (Folklore)

Same album ~ Call It What You Want, Getaway Car, New Year’s Day

Thoughts?

#Spotify

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