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g1rld1ary · 2 months

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you never disappointed me ; luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

part one part two part three part four

➻ synopsis: charles beckendorf wants to go out with silena beauregard more than anything. one problem: she's not allowed to date until her shrewish older sister does, so he and percy come up with a plan. (10 things I about you AU)

➻ word count: 2783

➻ warnings: swearing ooc/kind of loser!luke, ooc silena, she/her pronouns used for reader

➻ this'll be a few chapter so this is p1!!!

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Charles Beckendorf arrived at Camp Half-Blood when he was fifteen years old. It was a wonder he’d lasted out in the mortal world so long with his significant stature, height enough to attract monsters, but Percy — his tour guide — guessed it was probably his more reserved nature which had kept him under the radar.

“Thank God it’s you showing me around,” Was one of the first things he’d said, “When you start things like this it’s usually all the kiss-asses that greet me.” With six schools under his belt, Percy knew what he meant all too well.

“Nah man, we’re chill. And if we get this done quick then you can meet my friends, we know how to have the real fun here.”

And so they embarked on their tour, Percy dutifully pointing out all the most important places around camp. First was the Dining Pavilion, where they met Grover as he chewed on some of the tin-can remains of lunch. Then came Thalia’s Tree, under which Annabeth was drawing out a map that Charles didn’t understand in the slightest but Percy explained was a strategy for capture the flag. After that they walked past the sword fighting arena, where they caught a glimpse of Luke in the middle of a fierce duel. They both passed quickly, and Charles got the distinct impression that you weren’t supposed to interrupt Luke when he was fighting.

As the two got to the lake, Percy explaining it was where most people hung out when they had the time, Charles faltered in his steps. Percy looked back to where he was frozen and followed his sightline to Silena Beauregard and rolled his eyes.

“Who is that?” He breathed.

“Don’t even bother, bro,” Percy replied. “She’s off limits. It’s a well known fact that the Beauregard sisters aren’t allowed to date — they’re only here over the summers and their dad is crazy strict about it for some reason.”

“But she’s so—”

“Self-centred? Shallow? Silena is all looks no substance, dude. You can do better.” Percy ushered him away but Charles was still daydreaming about the beautiful Aphrodite girl.

The tour was just finishing up by the Climbing Wall when they first saw you. You held the camp record for it, and so had been delegated the responsibility of teaching the younger kids. Today though you’d had to rescue a cocky bastard from getting obliterated by lava, singeing the fabric of your camp shirt all over your left shoulder, and you were not in a good mood.

Just wanting to get back to your cabin for a change of clothes and some ambrosia, you were certainly not in the state of mind to stop and chat with a new camper. So when Percy and Charles came along blocking the whole fucking path, you didn’t hesitate to yell “Move!” Pushing past them in a huff. You wouldn’t usually be so rude, but you were pretty sure your shirt was fusing into your skin which was so not what you needed. Plus, they were in the way. Beckendorf’s bicep was warm from where you’d shoulder-checked him with your injury.

“That’s your dream girl’s older sister,” Percy snorted, used to your disagreeable personality.

“That’s Silena’s sister?” Charles asked incredulously, “But she’s…”

“A shrew? Yeah. I’d watch out for her, and kiss your dreams of going out with Silena goodbye. Now c’mon, I’ll show you to your cabin.” Charles followed mindlessly, still thinking about the two Beauregard sisters.

When people thought of you, the consensus was pretty much this: Silena Beauregard’s older sister, and the most heinous bitch at Camp Half-Blood, a title you were extremely proud of. Whilst you really didn’t think you were that bad — in fact, you considered your actions quite reasonable — younger campers cowered away when you marched through camp and the older ones rolled their eyes when you spoke. Just the way you liked it. It wasn’t exactly unusual, camp had all sorts of kids living there, not everyone was going to get along, but it was pretty unexpected for you as a daughter of Aphrodite.

You didn’t get along with most of your siblings, despite all your efforts as one of the elder campers. You thought it was ridiculous that they wouldn’t participate in camp activities, regardless of the reason. What good was having all that beauty if it was wiped off the face of the earth by a monster? There were a hundred rumours flying about to explain you and your attitude, the most popular being that you were the secret lovechild of Aphrodite and Ares, which explained your affinity for fighting and permanent bitch face. You knew better. For one you shared too many of your dad’s traits not to be his child. Plus, Aphrodite had a long history of being associated with war in Ancient Greece which everyone at camp just conveniently forgot in favour of writing her children off as useless and vain. You hated it, and you refused to be who they wanted.

Even your favourite sibling was the polar opposite to you. Silena was a few years younger than you, and by all accounts was the model of a perfect Aphrodite child. Gorgeous, of course, and usually kind and patient. In your opinion, she was kind of annoying and self-absorbed, but you chose to believe she meant well so you could keep tolerating her. You didn’t know how the only two blood-related siblings in your cabin could be so different from one another, but it had been that way since you were fourteen and she was twelve.

You had made it back to your cabin, and your shoulder was all bandaged up after your shower. You were just flipping through The Bell Jar, your latest novel, when Silena came stomping into the cabin, waving a letter frantically through the air. You could assume what it was about.

“This is so unfair!” Silena whined, “Daddy doesn’t even know Ethan!” Ethan was the new boy Silena had been obsessed with recently, writing incessantly to your father in an attempt to get him to take back the no dating rule.

“What, can’t go swap spit with the vermin of the earth?” You exaggerated a pout. She sneered at you in the mirror.

“Worse. Now he’s saying I can’t date until you do, so now I’m going to die a stupid old virgin because of you!” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Have you ever considered there’s more to life than finding a boyfriend? Or, big shock I know, maybe I’m just not interested in the sweaty, uninspired pigs that are supplied here?”

“You suck!” She huffed, turning on a kitten heel and barging out of the cabin.

“You suck!” You mocked, turning back to your book. You knew Silena was really pissed at you for being so stubborn, but you hated the thought of changing your opinions over a man of all things.

Silena, in her frustration, was wandering around Camp Half-Blood to let off some steam. Charles, fresh from a kayaking lesson, spotted her across the beach and scrambled to catch up to her. Remembering what Percy told him about her not participating in many of the camp’s activities, he came up with the idea to offer his help to finish a project in the forges to get Chiron off her back. Silena seemed surprised but happy enough to agree, and Charles was ecstatic.

“She’s agreed to go to the forges with me!” He told Percy excitedly, and Percy raised an eyebrow.

“Do you even know how to weld?”

“Well, no, but I will!” As much as Percy liked the new kid, he was definitely a handful.

Charles’ first session with Silena didn’t go exactly as he’d hoped. She showed up already looking bored, and not keen to start off with a simple sword as he’d proposed. Soon he gave up with any welding, choosing instead to try and get her know better.

“If you’re not really into this we could try something else? I saw someone welding some metal flowers, you know, for like a date?” That caught her attention.

“Are you asking me on a date?” At his shy nod Silena couldn’t contain her slight laugh. “That is so cute! What’s your name again?” Charles told her quietly.

“Well, my Dad’s just changed our family rule — I can date when my sister does.”

“That’s great! So all you’ve gotta do is find someone who’ll date her!”

“One problem, Cameron-”

“Charles.”

“My sister is, like, totally antisocial?”

“Yeah, but people jump out of planes and stuff all the time! It could be, like, extreme dating!”

They both looked across the forge where you were working, fixing up your favourite sword after an Ares kid had done quite a number on it. You had on both your signature outfit and expression — long, practical jorts with your camp shirt tied in a knot and a dangerous bitch face.

“The oversized look is out, Beauregard, didn’t you read last month’s Vogue?” Ethan was hovering around you, trying his hardest to get a rise out of you in front of his friends.

“Run along, dickwad.” You refused to blow up at him, knowing it would only be used to make you look hysterical and unbalanced later. Plus, Ethan would get bored sooner or later and find someone else to taunt.

As Charles recounted this story to Percy later that night at the bonfire, all Percy could do was groan.

“Charles — Charlie — I really wanna like you, man, but this is probably the most stupid thing you could have done. I know they’re hot, but it’s not even worth getting involved with one Beauregard sister, and you’ve just gotten yourself tangled with both — and not in the way that most guys dream about.” Charles flushed at the innuendo.

“I think you’re wrong about Silena, I think she’s worth it. I just have to figure out how I can set her sister up with another guy.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Percy laughed, hitting Charles’ knee twice before turning away to talk to Annabeth. Charles spent the rest of the night trying to hatch a plan.

Early the next morning he got Percy on board, albeit very reluctantly. Percy brought Charles over to every single guy he could think of in your age range, begging them to take you out. The responses varied from a nervous shake of the head to Travis Stoll laughing in both boys’ faces.

“Why would I go looking for a kick in the balls?” He asked, still wheezing from his initial outburst.

They found themselves once again at the bonfire, both disheartened. Percy at having wasted a day all for this new guy he barely knew, and Charles that he was no closer to getting a date with Silena. Finally, somewhat eager to get this distraction over with, Percy came up with an idea.

“What about you just pay someone to go out with her?” He asked, and Charles considered the idea for a minute, it wasn’t half bad.

“I have literally no money,” He settled on finally, and Percy rolled his eyes.

“So you get someone else to do it for you,” He suggested, and Annabeth joined the conversation with suspicious interest.

“Like a backer?” She asked, at Percy’s nod she bit her lip, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, guys, it seems like it could really backfire on you. I mean, what if she finds out? I heard she once tied a camper to the lava wall just for looking at her wrong.”

“She won’t find out! I mean she only has to date so Silena can, it doesn’t have to be a long term thing. She goes on enough dates for it to qualify, then they break up while it’s still casual and I can go out with Silena!” Charles explained excitedly, but Annabeth still looked skeptical.

“Plus, if we have a backer, none of the blame will go to my man Charlie here,” Percy added helpfully, which swayed Annabeth a little.

“Okay, well be careful,” She said, leaving for the dining hall to be distanced from the plot.

Percy thought the answer to who the backer would be was pretty obvious. Whilst most of the boys at Camp Half-Blood wanted to sleep with Silena, Ethan White was both rich and desperate enough to agree to it. Plus when Percy Jackson was telling you you’d look great with a girl, you generally listened.

All that was left was to find someone to set you up with. The boys used the bonfire to scope out their options, but it wasn’t looking good. For one, you didn’t even show up to bonfires if you could help it, and it was anyone’s guess what you did instead. Rumours said blood sacrifices but Percy was almost completely sure that was a lie. Truthfully you were sitting up on the roof of the Aphrodite cabin, enjoying the peace and quiet of the camp when no one else was around.

They were about to give up, Percy trying to find the right words to let Beckendorf down easy, when they saw Luke. Luke, with his brooding eyes and his cigarette, sitting on his own at the bonfire with headphones connected to a mortal mp3 player. Luke, who had never quite been the same since he returned from his quest — rumours swirling about the horrors he’d faced that he refused to speak on.

“I think we’ve found our man.”

It was easy to convince Ethan to get on board, he was so overconfident in himself and his looks he would never suspect that Percy or Beckendorf had any ulterior motives. It was equally enjoyable to watch Ethan try and approach Luke to get the plan in motion. Percy and Beckendorf were sitting with Percy’s friends on the beach the very first time Ethan spoke to Luke. He was all macho confidence, still trying to play the tough guy. Luke looked up at him from his place sitting on a rock, barely moving his head to give him any attention. The moment of eye contact meant Ethan knew Luke had seen him speaking, and the abrupt walking away communicated his absolute lack of interest. It took a gargantuan effort from Percy not to burst out laughing then and there.

The second conversation went a bit smoother. Ethan had a metaphorical tail between his legs, temporarily giving up his ego to be the smaller person in the conversation. That got Luke’s attention, having known Ethan and his antics for years at that point. And then Ethan explained his plan. Luke couldn’t contain his laughter — a sound Camp Half-Blood was rarely graced with anymore.

“Yeah sure, Sparky,” He laughed, almost wheezing in an uncharacteristic show of emotion.

“Look,” Ethan stressed, “I can’t take out Silena until her sister starts dating — their Dad is super strict and has this rule—”

“Touching story, not my problem.” Luke moved to put his earbud back in when Ethan stopped him.

“Could it be your problem if I provided generous compensation?” Luke had forgotten Ethan’s mother was filthy rich. He looked him dead in the eye.

“You’re going to pay me to take out some chick? How much?” He asked, entirely disbelieving.

“Twenty bucks” They both looked down at you on the volleyball courts, spiking a ball into a girl’s stomach with so much force she keeled over on the ground. You had the decency to look mildly apologetic while the opposing team glared at you.

“Fine. Thirty.”

“Let’s see,” Luke smiled something devious. “If I’m taking her out it means leaving camp. That’s a lot of risk I’m pursuing for you, plus the costs of taking to her somewhere — the movies maybe. And you know inflation lately, let’s say seventy-five bucks.”

“This isn’t a negotiation, burnout.”

“Fifty bucks and we’ve got a deal, Fabio,” Luke countered, knowing he had the upper hand. He had nothing to lose. Reluctantly, Ethan forked out a fifty. All that was left was for Luke to get you to go out with him, how hard could that be?

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kaz-oooo · 2 months

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Seen some people talking about Lovejoy and Wilbur Soot’s music and feeling very upset about letting go of those songs since they brought a lot of comfort and joy.

I’m not gonna tell you what you should and shouldn’t do. I think it’s ultimately up to you to decide if you want to continue listening to Wilbur’s music or not. What I am gonna do is list some alternative artists that I either think have similar vibes or I know Wilbur / Lovejoy had cited as inspirations so you guys can find some new tunes without stepping too far out of you comfort zone.

(Also feel free to tag on and add your own suggestions as well, the more the merrier)

Lovejoy

Arctic Monkeys — when Wilbur started the band he claimed he wanted to be like the Arctic Monkeys one day. I’ve also described a lot of their later music as being very similar to Arctic Monkeys, so if you like Wake Up and It’s over and Normal People Things then you’d love them

Los Campansino’s — Wilbur has stated before that this is his favourite band so.. very likely big inspiration for his music. Lovejoy did a cover of Knee Deep at ATP, their version is a bit more chill than the original. I’m a big Los Campansino’s fan honestly, but for stuff Lovejoy related I’ve say the albums “Sick Scenes” and “Romance Is Boring” would have the most appeal.

Wet Leg — just a good band that I think has a similar vibe, especially with themes and funky tunes. Also I’ve seen Wilbur list them in his personal playlists before so he enjoys them as well

Good Kid — not a personal favourite of mine, but their songs have similar vibes and they toured with Lovejoy as well so Lovejoy enjoy their music.

James Marriot — (editing Kaz here.. not gonna change the phrasing of this part but I’ve been told James Marriott has unfollowed Wilbur on Twitter) friend of Wilbur’s (do with that information as you will) excellent musician and would heartily recommend his music if you haven’t listened already. Also worked very closely with the band before, especially in the early days so I wouldn’t doubt they’ve influenced each others music quite a bit

MSR and YCGMA

100gecs and other hyperpop artists — admittedly not a genre I listen to a lot, but if you liked Dropshipped Cat Shirt, especially the ending, then you’ll vibe with this genre a lot.

Jack Stauber — Wilbur’s been a longtime fan of his music, it’s a bit weird and silly on a surface level but nice and miserable as well. If you like MSR I’d recommend.

Crywank — helped Wilbur with producing MSR, plus I think Wilbur took some heavy inspiration from them as well. If you like miserable music you’ll love Crywank. (Also Lovejoy did a cover of privately owned, so if you liked that go check out the original)

More Los Campansino’s — ok.. I’m repeating bands now, but I’m recommending different albums this time! “We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed” “Hello Sadness” and “No Blues”

Peach Pit — again, not a favourite of mine but they have nice chill vibes and the songs I’ve listened to are just as miserable as these albums.

Beabadoobee — once again, not someone I listen to a lot, but definitely got the same chill acoustic music as YCGMA especially, Lovejoy had done a cover of The Perfect Pair so if you liked that, and you like these albums you’d like beabadoobee.

E-girl Trilogy / comedy music

Bo Burnham — another favourite artist of Wilbur’s, someone else he’s cited as an inspiration and top tier comedy tunes! If you like Wilbur’s sadder music as well you’d definitely enjoy Inside. Otherwise his older music is great and very fun!

Lemon Demon — probably not an inspiration for Wilbur’s comedy music, but he’s definitely listened to it, it’s very fun and silly, also Ranboo highly recommends (as do I)

Other recommendations

Modern Baseball — found this band through Wilbur’s recommendations, they’re very fun and cool. Very Midwest emo, a genre that I think inspired MSR.

The Front Bottoms.. but with a warning — so I’m not super familiar with the story, but from memory a former member abused a fan, they aren’t apart of the band anymore but the current members handled the situation very poorly. This was another favourite band of Wilbur’s and I get why, very emotional and angsty. I find their lyrics hit a bit harder than Modern Baseball’s but they make very similar music.

AJJ — kinda similar to Crywank, another band I found through Wilbur’s recommendation.

Radiohead / the smiths / the cure / the strokes / just 70’s and 80’s alt rock bands — Wilbur definitely enjoys this music and took inspiration here and they’re all very cool and fun. I’m not super familiar with these bands but I know a lot from this time have good old controversies so be mindful of that, but yeahhh good music!

I don’t know how but the found me — alt/indie rock band with very fun tunes! Sits alongside Wilbur’s comedy music and Lovejoy in my playlists a lot of the times so.. if you like those two you’d probably like this band :) also Dallon Weekes deserves all the love in the world, all his former bandmates (Brendon Urie and Ryan Seaman) keep fucking him over.

Cavetown — not sadboy acoustic like YCGMA but very chill and good acoustic tunes nonetheless. Also a bit similar to Beabadoobee so if you like that you’ll like this :) oh also, i know a lot of people liked Lovejoy cos they gave off a lot of aromantic vibes, Cavetown is openly Aro / Ace so.. lots of aro vibes in his music :D

Yotam Perel — Wilbur used his music in the background of his streams, typically the album "Nice Snakes" but he used "A Long List of Short Songs" as well. It's great background music honestly, some songs have entered my top 100 playlists on spotify, but yeah, if you liked the funky tunes in the back of the geoguessr streams, this is what he played

#Wilbur soot #Lovejoy #mammalian sighing reflex #ycgma #E-girl trilogy

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heartbreakgrill · 6 months

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happen: sleep token (vessel).

a/n: we pretend we don’t see my unfinished fics, okay? also we pretend we don’t see my spelling and grammar and plot mistakes in this, okay? okay. enjoy :)

"your paint is smeared."

vessel looked up from his piano, first meeting my eyes, then following where my finger pointed to.

"shit," his accent stuck out like a sore thumb, elongating the i in the cuss word.

vessel wiped a finger across the paint in an attempt to blend it in. it didn't do much.

"i think you might be making it worse," i commented with a smug smile.

vessel met my sneering gaze. he was unphased by the sarcasm on my tongue. he reached a blackened hand forward as he tried to rip the clipboard from my hands. i ducked out of his reach. the piano blocked him from me, but his arms were long enough that he managed to swipe a hand across my stack of papers.

i scoffed, stepping back a few feet, examining the black paint overtop my paperwork. "vess!"

"y/n!" he mocked my tone. he rounded the piano, coming to look down at the paper in my hands. "your paint is smeared, lovey."

i looked at up with an annoyed stare, "fuck off."

vess patted my bare shoulder, sending electrically shocked goosebumps down my clammy skin. i shifted my arms, hoping he wouldn't notice how i shivered under his touch.

"i'll go get some more paint, kay?" i offered with a deep breath.

vessel settled in front of his piano again. he nodded, pressing a few keys, "there's a tube in my dressing room."

"be right back."

i turned on my heel and headed for the stairs. i passed ii, who patted my head, and iv, who made some chirp about me owing him a shot- which just wasn't true.

i reached the dressing room soon enough. i'd been in here- in the other ones- numerous times. we often all hung out as a group between shows, in here or out on the town with various disguises on the boys. i still didn’t know who the guys were outside of those masks and strange nicknames. sam did, of course, because he’d been teching for the boys for years now. plus, they all had a brotherly relationship. they trust him.

for some reason, going in here by myself felt provocative. i kept my vision tunnelled, just in case they left something important out. they were men, after all-messy, sometimes careless, forgetful.

outside clothes, hoodies and sweatpants i recognized, sat strewn across the chairs and couches. their personal cellphones were sat with their things, different from the work phones they had been assigned. i had their work numbers, for professional conversations, for getting bullied by ii and iv in the groupchat. vessel and i talked, sometimes, about new coffee shops in new towns we'd be stopping by, movies we'd need to go see when we had a day off.

personal phone numbers were for the trusted.

i b-lined for vessel's paint and brushes, on the counter beside his phone. as i did, my eyes glossed over a wallet. it wasn’t one that i recognized. but, i knew that it was vessel's. or, whoever he really was. my fingers itched with a curiosity that i could not feed. it was none of my business who they were. if they wanted me to know, they'd tell me. they'd unmask themselves when we're chilling out on the tour bus.

if vessel trusted me, if he felt our silly conversations held any depth like i thought they did, he'd tell me who he was.

no matter that i'd known him for six months and hehad yet to do so. no matter that i thought we might have reached that point. no matter that sometimes, when he looked at me, there was a longing sat right behind his eyes, a wanting that made me feel entrusted, that made me feel like he understood what was bleeding off my skin.

no matter.

i grabbed the paint and headed back for the stage. vessel was sitting on the side of it now, talking to ii about something or the other. i handed the paint off to him. i went to go backstage, heel prepared to turn, when he spoke, "thanks, lovey."

ii followed vessel's gaze up to me. i stood overtop of them. ii's eyes raked up my bare legs, over the little black dress i wore. he met my eyes and nodded. "hey, gorgeous."

ii always enjoyed flirting with me. playfully, of course. vessel rolled his eyes at the usual quip. "here we go..."

"i am going to do my job. see ya later!"

ii reached up and grabbed my hand before i could leave. i jerked back to my spot, brows raised. ii shook my arm around, "go on, darling, give us a strut."

"you're ridiculous," i ripped my hand from his, though i chuckled slightly.

"tell her, vess," ii nudged his bandmate's shoulder with his elbow, "tell her how beautiful she is. she just doesn't believe me!"

i met vessel's eyes. he never joined the boys in their teasing, never flirted like ii did. he was always genuine, kind. our conversations were always full of depth, too. in fact, he never showed much interest in me besides those longing, full glances that i took to heart, that i let create a delusional fantasy land in my head. everytime i thought he might be, when we'd have these great conversations, he'd pull back. like was afraid, or he didn't fully trust me.

so, i shuddered when vessel's eyes drug down my body, over my exposed chest, the barely visible tops of my boobs, the curve of my waist, hugged tight by the dress, and the skin of my thighs and calves, right to the tips of my platform boots.

it was then that i realized today was going to be a very different day.

"you look..." vessel rolled his eyes back up my body, to my own flustered gaze, "good."

i couldn't get away fast enough. i thanked them both, stuttering slightly, before turning on my heel and racing towards backstage. i bumped into iv's shoulder and muttered a half-hearted apology.

i knew that they all were staring at me, analyzing my girlish behavior. i knew they'd talk about it.

and that was embarrassing as fuck.

when the show ended, i was determined to not be anywhere near any of the boys. i escaped to the bus sam, myself, and the other techies slept on. i changed into comfortable clothing and lay in my bunk, willing the blush on my cheeks to finally leave me alone.

this wasn’t supposed to happen. did i long for him to say something like that? duh!

did i actually want it to happen? no, bitch.

because that changed everything for me.

i just needed to hide out here for the night, will my anxiety and the fawn look in my eyes away. tomorrow, i could shift everything back to how it was. tomorrow, he’d probably act the same- passive, uninterested.

even if there was any weight to that entire interaction, it’s not like anything could even happen between us.

management made the band swear off girls for risk of privacy and in order to focus on their work. besides, i worked for the band. i helped run every single show they did. they were my boss’.

and there was that whole issue of him not trusting me. because it was so obvious that he didn’t.

i was letting my brain run around too much.

what snapped me back to reality was the commotion of everyone returning to the bus, excited chatter from the other men on the crew filling the once silent vehicle. sam's voice got closer as he and another techie approached their bunks, across and above from my own. i figured they’d just be grabbing something before everyone headed out to the bar.

but, of course- that wasn’t my luck.

"yoohoo," sam knocked a fist on wall, near my head, "is there a y/n in here?"

i huffed, "what do you want?" i knew they were here to berate me to come out with them. but that would mean seeing the boys- having to confront the issue that was vessel.

"get up, grandma," sam teased me for being in bed so soon, "we're going to the bar."

"i'm tired," i replied, a slight groan in my voice. please just go away.

"that's a load of bull," sam scoffed, "you literally said this morning that you wanted to go out tonight."

i went to reply, but more voices filled the bus, all too familiar ones that made my chest tight.

"what's going on? is y/n okay?" that thick british accent burst through whatever i was gonna say next. iv.

then, another spoke- ii, i was pretty certain. "what? what's happening? aren't you coming out, y/n?”

i shoved my head into my pillow, wanting to scream. the only downside of tour was this obvious lack of privacy. i appreciated that my presence was always wanted by just about anyone i worked with. but, god, can’t a girl daydream and regret her actions in peace?

i pulled open the curtains sheltering my bed, just a fraction, not even trying to mask my annoyed expression. ii, iv, and sam were squatted just outside my bunk. sam wore a cheeky grin, but the others had their outside masks on. i could read their energy well, though.

"i'm fine, guys," i waved them all off, cuddled up under my blankets, "i just wanna chill tonight."

"no! you can't! please! you have to go out with us! you promised last time you would! plus you owe me a shot!" iv whined, head tilted to the left. he really needed to find a new gimmick.

i rolled my eyes, "you're a baby."

"wow, y/n," ii set a comforting hand on iv's shoulder, gasping at my insult, "that's harsh. here i thought we were friends."

sam laughed in response, "yeah, y/n. that was really mean. you hurt iv's feelings." he, also, touched iv’s arm.

i met iv's eyes with pursed lips. his eyes read no signs of offense. we were all always so mean to each other and i knew they’d call me out if i ever took it too far. no, this- this was them bullying me back. trying to get me to come out. they’d probably, eventually, get on me about my flustered escape from earlier. ii nudged iv, and he began to fake cry, head dropped down into his hands.

i rolled my eyes again with an exasperated huff, "oh, my god. here we go."

the bus door swung open, then shut again, as the rest of the band made their way in. i didn't notice, too caught up in the boys' theatrics to get nervous that vessel was in my vicinity. he stood just out of sight, watching all of us.

iv sobbed, shoulders rocking. "i can't believe you'd say that, y/n!"

"whatever. im not coming out, freaks,” i went to shut the curtain, but sam pushed it open all the way.

i dropped my head to my pillow in annoyance. ii spoke now, egging on the situation further. i grew nervous he’d bring up earlier, "there's just one thing you can do to make this up to him."

"let me guess, it tastes like vodka and rhymes with hot?" i murmured as i pressed a stressed hand over my eyes.

ii pried my hands from my head. “actually- tastes like hennessy and rhymes with get the fuck out of bed!" he, then, reached into my bunk and tickled my sides.

i laughed this ugly, wheezing laugh, squirming away from ii's reach. iv's showcase of crying twisted into him falling back onto his ass, laughing with his head thrown back. sam held onto the bunk as he joined. i then heard vessel and iii's laughs, echoing from a bit down the hall. i tried to snap myself out of the situation, insecure by vessel's presence. but, ii just wouldn't stop tickling me.

luckily, he did, leaving my face red, tears spilling out of my eyes, and a newfound energy to get up from my bunk. i didn’t forget that vessel was standing there, watching. and, i knew, i’d have to face the reality of my embarrassment eventually. but, the boys drunk were usually pretty sweet.

"alright," i huffed and shoved the covers off of my body, "let's go, you freaks."

"you'll come?" ii offered me his hand, helping me off of the floor.

"yeah, i'll come," i released his hand, steadied on my feet. i shoved his shoulder as i walked towards the closet at the end of the hall. i pushed past sam and iv to get there. as i searched through my bag, trying to find my dress from earlier, i felt eyes still on me. all the boys had begun moving from the bus, going outside to smoke and wait on me. but, vessel was still there. lingering.

he waved at me as i looked down the hall towards him. my face flushed again and i gave an awkward smile. god, i was not helping the situation. if anything, i was making it worse, making him uncomfortable, ruining everything. he’d never trust me now.

i put back on my little black dress, tights to bear the cold, platform boots. my makeup was still in tact, though i had to clean up a few smudges made by my sweat from the show. i finally met everyone outside the bus, drawing eyes to my body as i bounded down the steps.

"still looking sexy, darling," ii flirted, cheekily, taking my hand and forcing me to do a little spin in front of everyone.

as i faced back to everyone, i pulled my hand from his and shoved him away from me again. "creep- let's go. you owe me a shot."

"um, i think it's the other way around," ii scoffed.

i began walking from the group, towards the bar down the street. i tossed a confused look over my shoulder, "that never happened. you're crazy."

i left behind a trail of laughing men, a stunned ii. they teased me- but i did back just as much.

it was just a five minute walk, and i kept my pace ahead of everyone because i was cold and wanted to get there quicker. i knew someone was watching me- again. i knew the feel of that stare. i knew it was vesel. so, i tried to stay just far enough ahead that he couldn't catch up. i don’t think i could keep up any meaningful conversation when my heart was still beating this quickly.

alas, the over 6' man fell in stride beside me, easily, hands shoved in the pockets of an alpha wolf sweatshirt. he adjusted his sunglasses, inhaling a chilly breath before saying, “why’d you run off earlier? before the show? did i- say something wrong?”

"no reason," i snapped a too-quick response, arms crossed over my chest. my cheeks were reddening again.

he tsked his tongue, “good. shame, though, i didn't get to enjoy this dress for as long as i would have liked to.” i couldn’t see his eyes- but i knew they flicked down over my body. i straightened up under the gaze.

what game was he playing?

maybe he just wanted to hook up. i knew it wasn’t anything serious for him, because it couldn’t be.

i could imagine he and the boys were horny. all the time they’d spent declaring celibacy on this tour must be getting to them. so, i convinced myself that’s what this was. but, i of course didn’t want that.

so, i couldn’t help but feel let down that i had gotten my hopes up. i had thought that maybe, just maybe, he wanted me like i wanted him. that, again, maybe, he trusted me like i wanted him to. like i trusted him.

i looked up at him, head tilted back from his height. i tried to read the air between us, hoping something else was there. but i knew he wore a cheeky grin beneath his mask. i frowned, slightly, a desperate disappointment laying just behind my eyes. my head shook just slightly, "don't."

vessel's shoulders fell. he nodded, just once, before silencing himself.

we walked to the bar in drowning silence. i wanted to stop, to turn to him and ask him a million questions. why didn’t he trust me? why didn’t he want me? why couldn’t we try?

why couldn’t we have met in another lifetime, where he didn’t feel the need to hide behind a mask? where he didn’t have to put his life on the line just to reveal himself to me?

not that would fix anything if he didn’t feel what i felt.

i needed a drink.

when we got to the bar, we got swept up in the excitement from our group, separated from each other. i was grateful for the space. it allowed me to breathe, allowed me to start getting wasted.

ii and iv shoved drink after drink into my hands. we pounded shots off of the wooden counter of the bar. we paid far too much for the shitty jukebox in the corner to play our favorite songs. ii even eventually drug me out to the make-shift dance floor, holding my free hand in his, guiding my hips with his other palm.

i clutched onto my vodka cran, following the rhythm ii was swinging in his hips. we danced to some usher song, sultry and silly. normally, i’d shove him away and cuss him out, make fun of him. but, the alcohol was starting to burn my throat, sending a soothingly loose feeling through my blood. i was relaxed.

the song slowed and we did with it. i rested my heavy body against his, chin on his shoulder. we danced in a circle. i could see vessel, sitting at the bar, burning a hole through ii's head with his eyes. he saw me looking at him and quickly looked away.

i just wanted to walk right up to him and kiss him, mask or no mask. i just wanted him. i didn’t care what he looked like. who he was. because i knew him- i knew him well. i knew when his favorite cat died, i knew that he dropped his sandwich in the first grade and cried on drive home. i knew he preferred tea over coffee, with two sugar cubes, and an exact glug of milk in it.

my mind was racing like crazy. i needed to ground myself or i’d do something i’d regret.

that’s when ii mumbled into my ear, “he wants you so badly.”

i jolted out of my own head space, pulling my chin back from ii’s shoulder to look up at him. “what?”

i was having trouble processing words.

“vess. he’s been pining after you for so long,” ii had a sense of urgency in his eyes. "and he think he's trying to see if he can shoot my head off with his eyes right now."

i peered over his shoulder. vessel was watching us again. he didn’t look away, though i knew he could see.

“fat chance,” i blurted out. “he keeps pushing me away…pining my ass. everytime we have, like, a really good conversations about, like, the stars or some shit, the next day he acts like he barely knows my name.”

ii was patient, just listening as i rambled, surely drunk now. i continued on, “i don’t know, dude. like, if he wanted me he would do something about it, yeah? he’d show me. he’d say something. he’d- he’d just do something. instead he just makes me feel crazy.”

i finished myself off with huff. i downed the rest of my drink and set it on a table close to us. both my fists leaned against ii’s shoulders. i was getting dizzy.

ii squeezed my hip in comfort. he waited a moment, for me to catch my breath, to respond. "it's difficult. being in our position. it's hard to tell who's getting close just to catch a peak. forcing everyone we care about to sign mountains of paperwork just to really know us. to trust that we can stay hidden, though the entire world is just itching to unmask us. i know you know that. i know you understand it. that’s part of the reason why we all get along with you so well. the pressures gone. we can be ourselves- no matter what our names are, what we look like. cause you just don’t care.

“i don’t!” i agreed, punching my fist lazily against ii’s shoulder. “i don’t care who you guys are! because you’re still the same to me. and i trust you. and i love you guys. and i just- but just, why can’t he want me?”

he chuckled, “oh, darling. he does. you know he does. and you know the risk, you know the worry. you push it away because it’s not going to be easy. put your pretty little head to rest. just…let it happen as it happens.”

“i think i’m too drunk to really understand this right now, babe,” i droned on, eyes squinted as if i could understand him better with a blurred gaze.

ii tapped my nose sweetly. he stepped back, glancing over to vessel. “just let it.”

i met vessel’s gaze- invisible to me, but so obvious from the burn on my skin. he stood from his seat, hesitant, yet somehow determined.

i felt my body pulled towards him. we met in the middle. some stupid country song was playing. the bad was emptying. our friends were loud. my breath smelled of alcohol. vessel seemed exhausted.

but, for some reason, this was the night that it would happen.

vessel held out a hand, skin pale yet still stained from the paint. i took it. he waited a moment, as if awaiting my consent. then he guided us to the backdoor of the bar. we were out in an alley, alone.

“i’m sorry, lovey,” he said, once he was settled on his heels in front of me.

i clutched his hand like an anchor. “for what?” my brows furrowed.

he brushed a thumb across my knuckles, “that it’s like this. i…i wish i could love you under different circumstances.”

the word passed by without a second thought, so easily spoken from his lips. i barely noticed it. “it’s okay…it’s-its not your fault, vess.”

“no, it’s just,” he ran his other hand overtop his hat, covering his hair just perfectly. “it’s just that i need you to know that. how i feel about you..” now he danced around the word, “because i need you to know that…but…i can’t go forward with any of it. i can’t follow through with it. and i’m so sorry. i just…can’t.”

i slid my hand up to his cheek. he nearly crumbled under my touch. my fingers touched the edge of his sunglasses. he didn’t move. he didn’t try to stop me as i slid the glasses off his nose. i knew those eyes well- i was grateful to see them, even in this dark lighting. i could read him better, i could see his soul.

“i’ll sign whatever you want me to sign.”

the words lingered between us as he processed them. then, he denied them, “lovey…i-“

“i’ll sign a million nda’s. i’ll sign away my life. i’ll- i’ll delete all of my social media. and i’ll wear a mask, too. i’ll step into the darkness with you, vess. i’d do it. i want to do it.”

“lovey, please, i can’t-“

“i can. if you can’t, i can. i can for the both of us.”

vessel dropped his chin, looking away from me. “i can’t ask you to do that for me. beside, you- you don’t even know what i look like. i’m- i’m probably not what you’d want. you can’t love someone you think is ugly. i don’t know, lovey.”

“i do know, vess,” i quickly replied. “i know. i know you. i know your soul. it doesn’t matter to me what you look like, or who you are. cause i know your heart. and that’s all that matters to me. besides, i can’t go on hiding- knowing that we love each other. i just can’t. i won’t allow it.”

vessel met my eyes again. he removed his hand from my own. his hand hung by his thigh, clenching into a fist. it shook. i was worried he’d walk away.

but, after his hesitation softened, he reached his hands up to his face. he tugged the medical mask off of his ears, revealing his familiar lips and smile to me. his nose was new, a feature i’d never seen. but, it was just a nose.

he took off his hat, too, revealing his entire complexion to me. i grinned in response, barely even getting a good luck at him because i really didn’t care.

“that changed nothing for me,” i grasped at his hands. “i feel the same. i feel- the same. maybe better, knowing that you trust me. but- the same. i still want you- i need you, vess…please. i know you need me, too. i’ve always seen it in your eyes. just…take a chance. come out of the darkness…for me. please.”

vessel slid his hands up my arms, slowly, brushing my hair over my shoulders as he passed. his fingertips tickled my neck, the lobes of my ears, until he cupped my cheeks. i leaned into his touch, eyes alight with abounding adoration. he tilted his head down, brilliantly colored eyes boring into my own.

and then he kissed me.

#sleep token #sleep token x reader #sleep token x you #vessel x reader #sleep token!vessel x reader #fluff

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takecareluv · 2 years

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as a jackman harlow request (hehe i'm excited):

jack meeting reader at a pub in london while he's out exploring the city by himself at night. he's on a solo trip and choosing to go out at a late hour to escape potential fans hounding him and because he wants to be alone and see what it's like to be a "normal" tourist in a famous city. he's hesitant at first when reader approaches and strikes up conversation with him, but relaxes when he realizes reader does not know him. the two of them talk over fries and beer, talking until the sun is up, at which point they leave the bar. jack gives the reader his jacket or hoodie as they walk down the empty streets in the chill of the morning, eventually parting ways. jack tells the reader to keep the jacket or hoodie, thanking for the amazing night.

i'm sorry if this was too specific, but for some reasonw when you posted about jack being in london right now my mind immediately conjured up this scenario. regardless, i know if you choose to use this as a scenario you'll make it into something beautiful, as always <3

a.n. liv this is amazing. don’t apologize for it being too specific, it was perfect. you always come up with the best ideas, i swear !!! thank you for sending this <3 also how did you know i’ve been wanting to write something based in london ??? I’m so excited but nervous about this - my first jack fic !! ah i hope you guys like it mwah!

love in london || jack harlow x reader

jack thought it was a blessing to have the opportunity to travel the world like he did. getting to see so many countries in such a short amount of time, visiting places people only wished of seeing. it was all great, but the one thing he felt he missed out on through all of his journeys, was exploring these beautiful cities like a true tourist. being able to walk down the street without hearing whispers and the clicks of cameras around him.

he always felt he stood out more when he had his whole entourage with him. it was hard to stay lowkey when you had a big group plus a security guard following you around everywhere.

so when he landed in london all by his lonesome, he was a little more excited, ready to sneak around the city without cameras being shoved in his face like never before.

* ࣪. ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.*

several hours later and he just wrapped up a meeting with some executives about expanding his upcoming tour to the united kingdom.

he made the mistake of not eating before hand and was now in desperate need for a quick bite to eat, although unsure of where to go at this time of night.

that’s when he noticed a dim light coming from a tiny pub down the road, immediately making long strides towards the quaint spot.

upon entering, he noticed he was practically alone in the joint, besides the two old guys in the corner arguing over whatever game was on and, of course, the man behind the bar. it was perfect, he thought to himself. no one to film him or ask a million intruding questions.

he took a seat at the empty bar, quickly ordering fish and chips, along with a guinness, deciding to treat himself and go all out with the british meal.

and with quiet moments like this being as far and few between, jack decided to take advantage of it and pull out his current read, the great gatsby.

he read quietly for a few minutes, munching on some day-old peanuts, before he heard the seat beside him shift, followed by a soft whisper. “i’ll have a shandy, please. oh and an order of chips as well. thanks.”

it was quiet again for a moment before the soft voice that jack already found himself fascinated by, spoke up once more. “are the fries as good as they say?” he heard you giggle. a giggle he was already in love with.

“they alright. probably been sitting out all day though.” he answered hesitantly, always nervous he was about to get asked for something, with the person knowing who he was.

however, the conversation continued and you began discussing the book jack had closed in front of him. jack relaxed, easing himself into the flow he had with you since you started talking. he realized you had no idea who he was and was now excited to just have a normal conversation with a stranger. although he wasn’t sure he wanted you to be a stranger any longer.

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unbeknownst to you, hours had gone by since you first sparked a conversation with the cute guy you had yet to know the name of.

in that time, you had ordered two more pints of beer and a second basket of fries before the sun started to rise and the bartender was walking over to you with a bill in his hand. “alright, lovebirds, night’s over. i gotta close up.”

you reached down to pull out your wallet from the small purse resting by your feet, but jack quickly stopped you. “don’t worry about it, i got it.”

“are you sure? i feel bad, i don’t even know your name.” you babbled.

“the name’s jack. now will you let me pay for you?” he responded confidently.

you laughed, “i’m guessing you’re not going to take no for an answer.”

“nope,” jack basically cut you off.

“well fine. thank you, jack. i owe you one.” you replied, sounding defeated. although jack didn’t notice, he was to busy focusing on your insinuation that this wasn’t a one time thing, which made him smile to himself.

he handed the impatient bartender a one hundred pound note, telling him to “keep the change” before grabbing your hand and walking out of the pub.

“i’ll walk you home,” he whispered.

“no, jack, it’s okay. you don’t have to do that. i don’t want you to have to go even further out of your way, you should get some rest anyway.” you tried to reason with him, but you already knew he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“i’m not letting you walk alone at this time. now c’mon, you lead the way.”

you smiled at how genuinely sweet he was, especially with someone he barely knew for that matter. you squeezed his hand once more while guiding him in the direction of your apartment.

you only made it around the corner before jack noticed you were shivering. he was quick to stop in his tracks, pulling his jacket off his body, and delicately placing it on your shorter frame.

it basically swallowed you whole and jack thought that was most adorable thing.

you smiled up at him, getting lost in those baby blues, mumbling a soft “thank you”.

you walked in a comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey, hands still intertwined, before you came to pause in front of the entrance to your apartment complex.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t consider circling the block a few times just to get some extra minutes with the man next to you.

“well this is me,” you attempted to hide the sadness in your voice, although it didn’t really work too well, jack was quick to notice the pout that fell onto your lips.

you shrugged off the jacket that was three sizes too big on you and smelt heavenly of his expensive cologne. in other words, the comfiest jacket you had ever worn, attempting to hand it back to the boy.

“no, no. you keep it. i’ll just get it back from you next time i see you.” jack said, pushing the jacket back towards you.

“next time?” you questioned, confused but smiley.

“yeah, you didn’t think i’d let you get away that easy, did you?” jack remarked with a smirk on his face. “have a good night, y/n. i’ll see you soon,” he winked, walking away from you.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow blurb #meg writes : ♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟

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unchained-hound-dog · 2 years

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can you do a super angsty long distance fic where urban and reader get into a fight about urban entertaining other women and the reader being busy with school and urban says something dumb and mean which results in her ignoring him and he has to make amends and show her him much he cares

Here you go!

Urban had been on tour for 3 months, the distance wasn't something that you ever really noticed at first, you'd facetime a lot, plus you were out of school for summer so you were able to go around the country with him. However you were now back in class and Urban was in countries where the time difference was making it nearly impossible for you both to communicate effectively. You'd be waking up at 7am for class and, across the other side of the world, Urban would be going to bed. By the time your classes were done for the day you'd texted each other twice and the likelyhood of a facetime before you went to bed was extremely unlikely.

'It's not that I don't wanna talk to you baby, our schedules are just clashing so much right now' had been Urban's response to you when you'd argued to him about the lack of time he had to message you.

'You seem to have so much time for all these girls on tour though, I've seen the pictures Urb' this was your first facetime call in over a week, it was 9pm for you and around 2pm for Urban, he had a quiet 30 minutes and so he'd called you.

'Y/N' he shook his head and rolled his eyes, moving around slightly before speaking again 'those girls are nothing'

'Mmm yeah okay well the one where she's bent over in front of you looks like something'

'Okay and did you see me in the picture? Uncomfortable as fuck' he shrugs his shoulders

'Why are you putting yourself in situations where girls can do that shit?'

He sucked his teeth before saying 'You know what, sometimes its nice to speak to girls who don't constantly have an attitude'

Your mouth fell open slightly, tears brimming in your eyes before you blinked them back and held your finger above the red end call button 'fuck you Urban, fuck you' you pressed the button, the screen closing.

You didn't have an attitude, you just needed your boyfriend so spend some time talking to you and not fawning over girls in a club. You knew Urban's past, he had never kept it a secret, before he'd met you, he'd sleep around when he was on the road but he'd fell in love with you and hadn't slept with anyone since meeting you. You knew this, you trusted him and you knew he'd never do something that would hurt you, but you were so exhausted from school and so emotional over him being away.

'She hasn't answered any of my calls for 2 days and the only reason I know she's even alive is cause she's reading my messages and not replying' Urban was sat on the tour bus with Jack and Neelam, the two of them listening to their friends troubles.

'Well first of all you're a scumbag for talking to the best thing in you life like that, and second of all, you're a scumbag' Neelam shook her head as she leant back in the chair

'Thanks' Urban shot her a sarcastic smile before turning to Jack

'Man if she isn't answering your calls you need to go see her, short this shit out'

Urban scoffed, the idea of him leaving this tour was stupid. He'd never not toured with Jack, never missed a single day.

'You either go home and fix this shit or you'll lose the her Urban'

You were exhausted, your day had been one thing after another, you'd dropped your coffee all over the floor of your car, you'd backed too far into a space and knocked your rear end on a tree, you'd forgotten your textbooks and lunch. Walking out of the building at the end of the day was bliss, you drove home and got up to your apartment, finally ready to chill out and sleep.

However something was off as soon as you stepped foot inside your apartment, it smelt different, cologne mixed with a hint of weed, you placed your bag down on the side before stepping around the corner and into the living room.

'Hi' Urban was sat on the couch, a bunch of roses in his hand as he waited for your response.

'Urban wha-'

'I didn't mean what I said, I'm so stupid for talking to you like that. Not once did I ask you how school was going and I'm so sorry for that. You don't have to accept my apology but I'm home for a week so if you wanted to we cou-' you cut him off

'A week?' you were confused, Urban never missed tour, ever

'Yeah, we fly back here in one week and tour more of the states so you can come on tour with us again'

'And when you go away again?' you crossed your arms

'I promise you I will be more available to talk to you, and no more clubbing'

'Urb' you let out a small laugh 'the clubbing didn't bother me, seeing you with those girls didn't bother me as much as I let on, it was the fact they were spending more time with you than I was'

'And that will change baby, I promise, come here' he stood up, placing the flowers on the coffee table and pulling you into his arms

'I love you so much' You pressed a long kiss to his lips before pulling away

'I love you to, so much'

#urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt imagine #urban wyatt

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alarrytale · 8 months

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“Harry really isn't bothering to spend much time with Louis. He's been in London for well over a month now.”

I’m always wondering how these anons know for sure that they don’t spend much time together or just try to convince others that because they both are working rn so it means there might be some problems or even they broke up because one isn’t following the other like a puppy (=Louis is on tour and so Harry should be MIA to be with him). Here’s a little timeline as I remember it:

After LOT ended he spend like 2 weeks in Italy while Louis had to finish his US tour. Then Louis has been spotted in NY airport like 2 days after his tour ended. Harry then went MIA for couple of days until his last pap photos from Italy and we don’t know when he came back to London but we knew for sure he was back that week when he fully start his ‘I’m on a break but not really, it’s stunt season!’ when he went to that theatre press event (Wed) and 2 days after (Thu, Fri) he’s been spotted stunting in centre. Louis has been still MIA but on Monday Tomlinson sisters dropped birthday party photos where Louis was so obviously when Louis has been spotted in NY airport he was about to board to fly to England. Then both of them were MIA for whole week until Louis flew to Italy because of AFHF and Harry was still MIA. And then Harry has been seen almost every day while Louis was MIA but I’m sure he was in London all the time chilling after tour and waiting for Harry to come home every day ‘cause he was working during the day…. So august was pretty much a month when they were together. Now Harry’s been MIA for few days so maybe he flew to see Louis for a day and came back, they are both rich and Louis is currently like 1-2,5 hours away from him by plane so Harry can pretty much decide to see him when he wants to/doesn’t have to work.

Plus c’mon, they have phones and FaceTime exists - they are in contant basically every single hour texting each other or doing calls in the evening but that’s a communication noone will see.

Hi,

I know. They've seen each other more in the last month than they have the rest of the year combined i reckon (i'm just guessing here). And it's going to be easy for them to see each other alot, at least until new years.

Also, thanks for the timeline! I think some might need a reminder. I suspect some of these asks are from trolls or antis who just wants to stir up shit. Or it might be a larrie who just needs a bit of reassurance. Actually looking at the timeline will help with that, so thanks again!

#larry evidence

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twopoppies · 2 years

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hi ginaaaa!! i wanted to also share my favorite moments in the fandom!! i have two, and my louis concert will probably always hold the top spot. then harry’s concert in second place. my louis concert was probably the best night of my life, i met so many girls there and we were all having the absolute best time. i miss them so much, we even have a group chat and talk in it every now and then. i was seated by the smoking area, so the entire time i was like 👀there were so many pride flags, and i held mine up the entire show. i met so many larries there too, everyone was so gorgeous. since i saw him in atlanta, he had to stop the show for a while. so that was definitely concerning!! but he’s so beautiful and the way he moves is so full of power and oh my god sndlakldksod he sounded so fucking incredible and i was screaming my lungs out. KMM AND LITTLE BLACK DRESS GO SO HARD LIVE OH MY GOD!!!! i would do anything to have a time machine so i could go back to that night. there was even a tiny scattered rainbow project during otb, it was so cute. i remember when i was waiting in line to get in, i met someone there and we were talking about louis. but i wanted to find out if they were a larrie, so i asked if she believed harry was dating olivia. they said no, so then i asked if they believe louis and harry were together and they said yes!!! so we started talking about louis and harry and how adorable they are together. after the show, we were waiting outside for louis to come out and it was FREEZING oh my god. i live in florida, so i was dying bc i’m used to the heat. we waited out there for an hour and a half and he didn’t come out akjdkajska i was sad, but didn’t mind because i met some people while waiting and they were really fun to talk to. plus louis put on an incredible show and it’s not guaranteed that he is going to come out. i know some people got mad that he didn’t, but it’s not like it’s a guaranteed thing. it was definitely an experience. sun room came out though, we all cheered for them. they’re adorable. i also got to admire louis’ tour bus. i also remember on the ride to the venue, i was freaking out in the car. then when i saw the venue i literally broke down sobbing jandosndosnfos but here are some photos i took :) plus my outfit (one of my friends pointed out that my outfit fit little black dress and i didnt even do that intentionally)

then my harry concert was incredible. the entire day, i was so emotionless not gonna lie. i literally did not know how to feel. we got to the venue like three hours early and got merch and stuff. this guy even took a photo of my outfit for his facebook aidjsojdos i genuinely do not like my outfit looking back on it, the only part i liked was my boa bc it was rainbow. but when we got inside the venue, i got some food and was chilling in my seat while my sister and mom were in the bathroom. i was wearing mesh and that place was so fucking cold 😭😭 but it paid off bc when the concert started i was sweating. but even when i was sitting in my seat, I LITERALLY WAS EMOTIONLESS?!? but i don’t think i’ll ever forget the feeling that i felt when i saw harry’s back as he was being raised onto the stage. it was so surreal 🥲🥲 he was real and i literally couldn’t stop screaming my lungs out. when he came over towards me to sing a few songs, i could make out the outlines of his face and started sobbing again akdnsondis i sobbed so much during the concert, he’s so gorgeous and oh my god. the day before the concert, these assholes at my school were making fun of my outfit and pride pins. so harry’s songs and speeches made me a little bit more emotional that day. he always knows how to make people feel loved and accepted. he’s also a dork btw, he knocked over a guitar during only angel isnfisjd. but he’s so incredible and i can’t wait to see him again soon. then here’s some photos i took of harry :))

Adorable outfit and great memories! Thank you so much for sharing them.

Does anyone want to share some of their best memories of Harry/Louis/One Direction etc?

#best fandom memories

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The Bad Guys: New Beginnings, New Normal chapter 4 (Hard-Working Bad Guys)

When the Bad Guys headed back to their hideout, the car was driving smoothly and calmly when they reached the river aqueduct, and into the tunnel.

But, inside their hideout, when the lift made a "ding", the doors opened, and Snake and Shark still held the irritating Wolf as they dragged Wolf into their lair to keep him chill. Piranha, Tarantula, and Hornet were unpacking the stuff they bought, and put the bags aside to deal with them later.

"Calm down, Wolf!" Shark said.

"Dude, keep it together," Tarantula added.

Wolf growled while trying to hold his frustration, "I can't! We finally have our freedom, but it feels like we're in jail again! I mean, why do the cops get that? We never ask for anything between in-prison and out of prison. For a year, we've been doing good. They saw us. Cleaning bathrooms, breaking rocks…"

"Community service," Snake continued.

"Cooking," Piranha added.

"Quilt making," Shark mentioned.

"Yeah! We've been so good. If they don't trust us anyway, then what's the point?!" Wolf complained.

"Wow! Who are you? I love it!" Snake grinned.

"Fight the power!" Hornet cheered loudly.

"Yeah… yeah!" Wolf nodded as he gathered his friends in a circle, and all of them held hands together, "This isn't just our new life of freedom, and this isn't our second chance. This is our chance and our first step to write our own story. And we have to do it together. We don't need anyone's opinion. We'll just have to follow our dreams and do what we want. We'll make our own decisions for our lives… together."

Snake smiled, nodding in agreement, "I'm in, Wolf. You're right. We'll just do what makes us happy, even if they are either good or bad or both. This is our lives, and it's our choice to make."

"Yeah! I don't care what people say about us anymore. We'll just do what we do best!" Tarantula added proudly.

"And if doing it with you guys together, I'm in… since I can't do anything without you. I always depend on you," Hornet admitted.

"We'll say this is our new business to take care of," Piranha said.

"The perfect crime!" Shark exclaimed.

"Yes! But we need to make this wisely, and everyone will never know but us. Now we just have to think about what we should do with our lives as the new us," Wolf sighed, and told his pals, "Come on, guys, think!"

The Bad Guys grunted while thinking over their heads. They thought real hard… They had the whole world in their hands, and could do anything they wanted, in some standards.

Shark then got an idea, saying, "I know! Since we're great at disguising ourselves, we can become actors and actresses. We could go on Broadway, be in movies, TV, and who knows? We could even win an Emmy!"

Snake stuck his tongue out and gagged a bit, "I'd rather choke on a dozen guinea pigs than be caught dancing and prancing around on a stage."

Tarantula commented, "Plus, you're the one who can act a lot better than we can."

Shark put that into thought, "Oh yeah, that is true."

Piranha then jumped up, "I got an idea! Remember when we were performing at the gala?"

Hornet groaned, "Please do not bring that night up; I don't like remembering it."

Tarantula began to question him, "Speaking of that, you said you were drunk that night, what exactly happened to you?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," Hornet stuck a hand out to Tarantula, forcing her to not question him about the gala.

Wolf then commented, "Yeah, we remember that night, Piranha. What idea do you have in mind in relation to it"?

Piranha then answered, "Well, why don't we form a band? We could be called: The Anim-All-Stars! We could go on a world tour and play for people all over the world!"

Tarantula seemed to like the idea, "That would be kind of fun."

Hornet then said, "But I don't know if we could handle performing in front of a crowd all the time."

Shark then added, "Though it would be a blast to play some instruments again."

Wolf then commented, "Plus, so far, you two have been naming ideas based on what you like. While that's good and all, we need to think of what we could do together as a team."

Hornet commented while hovering, "Wolf is right, you guys. Oooh, what about we'll become pilots or ride on hang-gliders? I mean, a lot of people have jobs when they just fly."

Shark then said, "I like your idea, Hornet, except we don't fly, and we don't have flying experience."

"Not even I can fly a plane with my hacking skills," Tarantula admitted while holding her laptop.

"Yeah, I don't want to take another flight school since… Last year," Snake remembered how he was kicked off the helicopter by Marmalade, and he didn't want to go higher because of the experience.

Tarantula was looking through career job ideas on her laptop, "Well, if I teach you guys how to use a computer, maybe we could be accountants."

Hearing that idea, all of the boys started to break into laughter. Piranha and Snake were rolling on the floor while clutching their stomachs, Shark was holding his left side while he laughed, and Hornet and Wolf were trying to cover their mouths while they were laughing.

Tarantula raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What's so funny"?

Snake then blurted out, "Us? Being accountants? We are much better at spending money than saving it. We'd probably get fired on the first day for spending any money we immediately start saving as an accountant. Plus, being former criminals, I don't think we could get over tempting to steal money again overnight."

Webs frowned and crossed her arms, giving a mini glare to Snake, "Well, if you got a better idea Mr. Grumpypants, why don't you suggest something?"

Snake got up and answered back, "Simple. You know what I think we should do? Nothing. Just stay here and chill. We don't have to do anything, except get up to get food, but other than that, we can just relax the rest of our lives away."

With the exception of Wolf, everyone else groaned in response to Snake's idea,

"Can you actually put some thought into this and pick a more useful idea?" Piranha commented

Snake frowned, "What's wrong with relaxing?

Shark answered, "Nothing, but, we can't just do, well….'nothing' with our lives."

Hornet then mentioned, "This is gonna be harder than I thought."

Wolf reassured the team, saying, "Hey, chin up, guys; I'm sure we can think of something. Even if it's not right away, I'm sure that we'll find something soon that we can do with our lives. In the meantime, what do ya say that while we keep thinking, we should start talking about our plans in making our bedrooms," he pulled out a rolled-up blueprint paper from his back pocket.

"Oh yes, please! Totally," commented Tarantula, who was exhausted from thinking.

"Yeah, I want my sacred space," added Hornet.

Wolf grinned, "Alright, let's go over the plans again," he laid out the blueprints on a nearby table so the whole team could see the plans. "Okay. First off, we need to know exactly where in our hideout we each want our own rooms. If you find an area that picks your interest, let me know, and we'll draw an 'X' to mark it," stated Wolf while pointing to the blueprint layout of the hideout.

Snake picked up a red pen and said, "Well, I already am claiming where our safe vault is as my room," he eagerly drew an X on the blueprint around the area where the drawing of their vault was.

Hornet picked up the red pen and said, "Ooh, this spot here by the wall near the right window is where I want my room to be! As the team's eye in the sky, having easy access to a nearby window can help me be able to stay on the lookout for anything that happens outside," he then drew a red X on the corresponding area in the blueprints.

Tarantula then picked up the pen from Hornet, and said, "I'll take the vacant wall next to where Hornet marked his room, on the wall on the other side of the metal border that separates them. Us little buddies gotta stick together," She drew a red X for where she wanted her room, and fist-bumped with Hornet, who reciprocated.

Piranha was bummed out and stomped his foot in jealousy as he thought he wanted his room to be next to Hornet, but it was already taken by his crush's ex-girlfriend.

Shark then picked up the pen, and said, "And I want my room to be right here," he pointed to the area of the blueprint where there was a vacant wall, right next to the white door, and drew an X on it, "Oh yeah, baby!"

Wolf then picked up the pen, and smiled at Shark and Tarantula, "Looks like you two and I are gonna be neighbors, Shark, Webs, since I am planning my room to be right here," he drew an x with the pen on the area between Shark and Tarantula's marks before pointing the two white doors behind him. That is where his room will be. Those doors were locked for a while, and no one attempted to open it, so Wolf will get that chance.

It was Piranha's turn as he eagerly picked up the pen, and announced, "Since Webs took my spot where my room was supposed to be…" He glared at a confused Tarantula before going back to the plan, "And I'm claiming this for my room," He marked an x on the blueprint area near the vacant wall by the kitchen, "I want to be close to the kitchen."

Snake chuckled, and asked "Why? So you can easily mooch off on midnight snacks"?

Piranha groaned as he explained, "No. Thanks to my experience in cooking back in prison, and the team's new chef, I can easily just walk out of my bedroom and enter the kitchen to get started on cooking."

Wolf then picked up a red pen from Piranha, and declared, "So, according to the blueprints, we have to knock down these walls here, here, here, here, here, and here for us to be able to have the vacant spaces and/or expand our rooms if needed to, so we can easily build our bedrooms from it.

Tarantula rubbed her hands together excitedly, "Oh yeah, baby,"

Shark added, "Things are gonna get messy."

Hornet then said, "So, shall we get started"?

Piranha immediately ran off and came back, carrying the team's safety goggles and handed them out, with each team member placing them on.

Wolf adjusted his before telling Tarantula, "Webs, hit it"!

Tarantula pulled out her MP3 player and pressed play, with the song "Bad Reputation" by Joan Jett starting to play in the background.

Snake opened two cans of red and blue paint as each of his friends carried two paint brushes, one for the red and one for the blue. The 5 of them used measuring tapes to measure their doors on the walls. When they marked the exact measurement, they drew rectangles on the walls they marked on the blueprint as the shape of their doors, and then drew X's inside of every rectangle to point out where they could start smashing. Snake didn't need the red and blue paint since the vault already had a door, but the space inside was too round for Snake, so he just needed to make more spaces for his new room.

The Bad Guys then went to their designated spots, where they smashed down the walls for their assigned rooms. Wolf was inside the small room of white doors, putting a rock in front of each door to keep them from closing, Snake was inside the vault, set to expand his new bedroom, and the other team members were standing by the walls, in accordance to where they wanted their new bedrooms, ready to smash them.

While Wolf, Hornet, Tarantula, and Snake had sledgehammers at the ready, Shark was turning on his jackhammer, while Piranha was aiming his wrecking ball at the wall he wanted to knock down.

In the area where the white doors were, Wolf swung his sledgehammer back, "And now, to hit this," he slammed it forward, knocking it into the wall, adding additional small space for the room and destroying the bricks that occupied the room

On cue, Hornet, and Tarantula also began to smash their walls with their sledgehammers, making pieces of wall come falling down like rain. Snake smashed the walls around the vault, destroying its steel, and revealing more of the brick walls behind it.

The little cat noticed a ball of rubble on the floor as it pounced on it, and played with the rubble. It was enjoying himself playing with the rubble, until another rubble fell on top of his head, and it scared the cat. It meowed loudly as it scurried under the table for protection.

Shark turned on the jackhammer, which bounced around before using his strength to pull it up and aim it at his wall, drilling through it as it began to break the wall down.

Meanwhile, Piranha swung his wrecking ball to give it a lot of leverage before throwing it forward while holding onto the chain, making it crash right through the wall as he shouted, "Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay!"

Snake was happily swinging his tail around, using the sledgehammer he held to tear down the wall inside of the vault to make a lot more room for his bedroom.

Tarantula was strategically throwing her sledgehammer at the wall, making a bunch of holes each time to tear it down piece by piece.

Wolf was casually lining up the sledgehammer, like a gold club, and shouted, "Fore!" He swung it at the wall, knocking down a huge chunk of it.

Hornet was using a unique strategy: spinning his sledgehammer around and ramming it into the wall, like a goat charging at an enemy. Each time he did that, a piece of the wall he was knocking down would fall and litter the floor.

Meanwhile, Shark was laughing crazily, "Eat metal blade, wall," he was using his jackhammer to easily power through the wall he was knocking down for his room, making pieces get sent flying far behind him.

The cat was still hiding under the table, shaking in fear, and trying to avoid getting hit by rubble. To its surprise, a small rubble just hit its behind, causing him to yowl, and ran from under the table, scampering all over the room

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About an hour later, almost half of the hideout base was littered with broken wall parts, and the Bad Guys themselves were covered in dust and littered soot from the smashing of their walls. There were 4 big holes in certain sections of the walls on the outside. The room with white doors was half-occupied, thanks to Wolf's work, and Snake was barely finished, but there are more tight walls to break.

Wolf came out from behind the white doors, and said while brushing off the dust from his clothing, and looked around, "Nice work, you guys. We may not be done yet, but we did good for the past hour."

Piranha was smiling excitedly from getting to use the wrecking ball, "Chico, it was so much fun! I haven't had this much fun causing destruction since back when we were still criminals!" He then walked towards the kitchen space.

Tarantula crawled out of the area where she knocked down her wall, "He's not wrong, it was pretty cool getting to act all crazy-like when we were tearing down the walls."

Hornet then commented, "And now, we all will soon have our own spaces."

Snake slithered out of the vault, adding, "I can finally nap in peace without any noises bugging me."

Shark added as he came out of the hole where he knocked down his wall, "And I'll have enough room for my disguises!"

"Well guys, why don't we take a 30-minute break before we can keep smashing some walls?" Wolf asked smilingly as the everyone else cheered in agreement.

"Way ahead of you, Wolf," Piranha surprised his friends by lifting a tray of 6 glasses of cold lemonade, "I figured we do need a break, so I made some lemonade."

The 5 other Bad Guys took a glass happily.

Shark chuckled, "Thanks, little buddy!"

"I am thirsty," Tarantula added.

After all of his friends got their glass, Piranha got what was left on the tray, and put the tray down on the counter.

Hornet then put his drink down, and flew to the cabinet to take out some chips, "And some snacks too," he gave each bag to his friends. Each bag has a different flavor: Salt and Vinegar for Wolf, Barbeque for Snake, Cheese for Shark, Spicy for Piranha, Lime for Tarantula, and Sour cream and onions for Hornet himself. After washing their hands, they were free to eat some snacks.

"Glad we had time to buy some chips. I like chips," Shark threw a ship in the air, and caught it with his mouth.

"Yep," Snake agreed as his friends turned to him to see a guinea pig cage right next to him with just one guinea pig left, and the other one was nowhere to be seen, "They are soooo good!"

The rest of the gang realized Snake ate one of the guinea pigs he bought, "SNAKE!"

"I knew you would buy those guinea pigs as your food," Wolf said.

"Couldn't help myself, alright? Try and sue me again!" Snake chuckled teasingly.

Wolf rolled his eyes, and smirked at his friend. He may be a rule breaker and guinea pig eater, but he still loved him, "At least you paid… and you're saving one."

"For tomorrow," Snake patted the guinea pig cage with his tail.

After 30 minutes of eating snacks and talking stuff to each other, Wolf looked at his watch as he got up, and declared, "Alright, guys," he grabbed a sledgehammer, and rested its head in his other paw, "Let's get back to work."

The rest of the guys got their sledge hammers ready as Webs played the same song again with her MP3 player, and continued to smash more walls for their room

"Yaaahhh!" They screamed as they ran to their respective soon-to-be rooms.

The cat, who was sleeping for the whole 40 minutes, suddenly woke up after hearing another crash in the room, and jumped in the air, yowling.

Just then, the elevator door opened as Diane came in to see what was going

"Hey guys, I just wanted to check on you to see how things are going…" She greeted, but was surprised that the cat jumped into her arms.

Diane looked ahead to see the mess and destruction the Bad Guys made in their hideout. They all stopped when they heard Diane's voice as they came out from their future bedroom, and starred in frozen at Diane. Wolf slowly came out from his "room", and saw Diane's horrid face while holding the cat.

"It's not what it looks like," Wolf tried to explain

But Diane already surveyed the area with her own eyes as she put the cat down, "I'm… just gonna go now, go home and rest from work, and let you keep doing what you are doing, so…" she walked in backwards into the elevator, and rapidly pushed the down button with her finger while grinning sheepishly at the Bad Guys until the elevator door closed.

When Diane was gone, the Bad Guys just glanced at each other as they felt awkward for having Diane seeing them causing destruction in their own hideout. But they shrugged, and continued their work as the cat screamed and scampered all over the room. This is gonna be a long day to make a room.

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The beginning scene of chapter 4 was referenced from Turning Red.

Special Thanks to MasterClass60 for helping me make an intense smashing chapter!

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lowryinbohemia · 7 months

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The Journey Home

Well the past two days have been the long journey back to the States, leaving behind the beautiful country of Romania and this brilliant adventure the three of us have been on for the past three and half weeks. As I write this, I am chilling in the Houston airport waiting for my final flight back to Louisville

We left Sibiu yesterday morning after a hearty breakfast and saying goodbye to Raz, one of our brilliant tour guides, as he had to get home to Brasov and then get ready to lead a hiking tour in a few days. Mom & I encouraged Raz to please let us know if he ever makes his way to the Blue Ridge Mountains because we’d be happy to show him the trails. It was a long drive back to Bucharest, but we were able to stop along the way to visit the mausoleum of the royal family of Romania, as well as the final resting place of the four kings of Romania. We also had a lovely “farewell lunch” at a local hotel restaurant, and were even treated to a command operatic performance by our brilliant guide John. All in all it took us roughly five hours of driving to get back to Bucharest, and John helped us to get settled in at the airport hotel. We three said goodbye to John, as well as our lovely van driver Aurell. We grabbed a short bite to eat and then tried to get some sleep.

Wake-up was 2:30am because we needed to be at the airport by 3:00a, which as you can guess was a bit of a trying endeavor as none of us tend to be in the best mood in the middle of the night. Mom & Pat had a different flight than me back to the States, so after a quick breakfast and some coffee, I bid goodbye to both of them. A short flight for me to Frankfurt, and then hoping on my longest flight to Houston. (*yay* I have to spend four hours layover in TEXAS ugh).

Unfortunately I had trouble getting comfy and getting sleep while on this flight, partly due to being sad this grand adventure is now over, but mainly due to the fact I may have pulled a small muscle in my neck due to sleeping funky on the bus/van while on this trip. But I did get to watch three movies on the flight (Asteroid City, The Interpreter, & Bullet Train) and listen to some Dateline podcast episodes so not a complete and total waste of time. But the flight just seemed so long as I flew further and further away from Europe. Plus I was hot & stuck next to a snoring guy with BO issues, so not exactly my favorite flight of my travel history.

My flight should be boarding soon so I will end the blog here. Tomorrow once I’m home, showered, cuddled my cat & had a good nights sleep, I will give my review of the whole experience, and my advice for those who want to go on their own Eastern European adventures.

Will write again once I’m home in the Bluegrass!

Lowry💜

#eastern europe #travel blog #romania #bucharest #headed home

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oldgooddaysoldgooddays · 1 year

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298 / SHOW pt 2

Meditating in V’s office as people begin to arrive, I hear a girl tell the gallery staff that she doesn’t have a ticket to the music performance but that she’ll wait outside to see if anybody cancels. My heart thuds like someone knocking before entering inside my chest. In TM they tell you to innocently favour your mantra over your thoughts. Tonight the mantra barely stems the tide. I compose a dossier in my head of times I’ve felt quite this nervous. My driving test, art school interviews, brief run ins with the police and, before that, teachers. It is hard to hierarchise anxiety when one can’t feel 20 years of differing anxieties at once. Plus it doesn’t matter. Mantra. I clip my monitor inside my dress, a dress I will come to quickly regret when photos of me on stage reveal my right tit, sans bra, hanging over the undulating edge of my jazzmaster guitar. I keep my in-ear monitors around my neck. I try to spend time with art people and I can’t tolerate it. I form a small group in one corner of the yard with my boys and their excitable wives. I walk back to the gallery to get them beer, feel people staring at me, wonder why, realise I am showing self portraits in the gallery. M rocks up wearing the Le Creuset shirt I made and gifted him. Says he wanted to bring me flowers but instead produces a large bottle of Evian’s relatively new sparkling water. I want to take a sip but worry I’ll burp into the mic. I can’t believe I have to worry about my body’s expulsion of air The boys and I stand in the “green room” which is the small thoroughfare between my studio’s lobby and the space itself. Because my headphones are in, the sound of an impatient crowd goes straight to my ears. I go to pee and there is nothing to pee, and I hear the crowd from the toilet too. T is in his natural mode as tour manager and goes out to authoritatively tune my guitar. The boys go on. I go on. I dissociate. Would it have killed me to wear a bra? Why is J not playing his rhythm guitar under my solo after the first verse of Ceiling? Did I just finish the set? Did I just tell a crowd of people to “please leave”? It is dusk outside when I emerge. I hug the boys as D’Angelo’s “Prayer” plays through the PA system as I instructed. I proceed to grill my friends for The Truth about how it went, explaining that I had such a specific sonic mix in my ears that I don’t know how it sounded. I tell my friends not to lie. I see my cousin for some reason, who was in there the whole time. I do not know how to feel. At some point I am shepherded into a pre-booked car and taken to dinner. My ex boyfriend rides separately with my two gallerists, my manager and my drummer. I save him a seat next to me and we spend the next three hours at a dinner for 2, despite the 13 others around us. Now both live musicians, we discuss the merits of a backing track, of his harmonica and the deviated septum that makes the harmonica hard. Back pain, Marseille, condoms. Old jokes of ours, still in rotation after 10 years. C leaves the dinner because he has an early day, I call J a cab because his phone was stolen, and the driver’s name is “Nobby”. V, who always exhibits superhuman strength when it comes to supporting her artists, stays the length of the dinner despite having to order a gallbladder-friendly meal. The boys in the band can’t believe the meal is paid for. A pavlova arrives but I have no appetite. If relief had calories, I’d be chilling

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This took forever and now makes the fourth time I am posting this chapter.

A note about the lyrics:

'A Feast For the Crows'

These lyrics are mine, written by me.

'Trapped Inside'

The second set of lyrics (the song Jess is listening to) are from the song Trapped Inside by A Killer's Confession. The lyrics are very fitting for the character and thematically, plus I couldn't not give AKC a shout out because Waylon Reavis is one of the sweetest human beings I've ever met.

Content warning: Language, brief alcohol consumption, mention of anxiety, brief mention of drug use related to something being watched on TV.

Word count: 2,859

Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Glitter

Jessii

Stockholm, Sweden

The whiskey is ice cold, but it burns on the way down. Somewhere off in the distance over the din of the backstage commotion, I hear Tygo call that it's five minutes 'til showtime. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly, reaching for the bottle of Jack that's sitting readily within arms reach on a road case. It trembles as I pour another shot, shaking no matter how hard I try to keep my hands steady.

It's like this every night; the shaking hands, the near crippling nervousness that makes me almost sick to my stomach. The alcohol helped to take the edge off, if only a little bit. It quieted down the voices of criticism, the careless words that have haunted me since I was a teenager, and that sinking feeling of not being good enough.

Nearly four years of touring, and the anxiety and borderline stage fright had hardly improved. Nevermind two successful albums, or the shouting and praise of the crowds of people who came out to see us play.

Every show, it felt like I was splitting my ribcage open and bearing my heart, my soul, for all the world to see. It was terrifying.

But it was also exhilarating.

"You okay, Jess?"

Turning to see my tech, Caden, standing at the ready to hand over my guitar -a crimson red King V- I flashed him a quick smile. At this point, we had a routine.

Knocking back my second shot, I quickly chased it with one of straight honey to coat my throat. Physically preparing to sing and play what was nearly an hour and a half long show was significantly easier for me than mentally preparing.

"Yeah, I'm good, man," I reassured with another smile. "Ready to kick some ass."

Caden grinned. "You do it every show. I don't know why you worry so much."

"Old habits," I replied, bowing slightly so Caden could throw the leather strap over my head. "You know those little bitches die hard."

"Don't I know it," he chimes back, briefly checking to make sure my guitar is secure. Caden had joined us as a tech on the last leg of the tour for our previous album, and by now I was pretty sure he adored my guitars as much as he adored his kids back home.

Hearing the first notes of Metallica's 'Orion' being hammered out first on Oblivion's bass, and then on Avaalon's drums, I took another deep breath and let it out. Shaking my hands as a last ditch effort to steady them, Caden tugged on the sleeve of my leather jacket. Grinning, he gave me a quick thumbs up.

"You got this, chick. Go kill it!"

"And now,

You can reap what you've sown."

I was pretty sure one of my fingers was bleeding, but I kept playing, strumming out the riff of one of my favorite songs to play.

"Years of agony and empty hope,

Shredded flesh and broken bones."

This was one of the hardest songs to play live, too. It was fast, aggressive. The rage that I had poured into this song's lyrics had resonated with a lot of people. It hadn't been a single, but it had become a crowd favorite.

"A bloody feast…"

I held the note, taking the pitch of it as low as I could, a chill crawling down my spine as the anticipation of what would come next hit me.

"A bloody feast for the crows!"

The music cut out, all of us silencing our instruments as the crowd sang the final line of the last song of the night. The volume was nearly deafening; I knew without a shadow of a doubt that my ears would be ringing for hours after this, but I couldn't help but smile and applaud, grateful for such a response.

Such an experience.

"Thank you, Stockholm. You guys are the best."

The cheers and chants went on for a while even after the others and I bowed out and made our exits from the stage. Caden grinned at me as I met him backstage, and I grinned back, still trying to catch my breath as I handed him my guitar.

This was part of our routine, too.

"See, I told you, you always kill it!"

"Fate tears down what I create,

While laughing in my face,

And it will decide when it's over…"

Absentmindedly singing along to the music playing from my headphones, I carefully ran the thin little brush coated with liquid band-aid over the tips of my middle and ring fingers, hissing at the burn as I patched up the first, but definitely not the last, two wounds of the tour. Judging by the timezone we were in, it was nearly two in the morning, but none of us planned on going to sleep anytime soon.

Not that we could.

We were all wired; completely on cloud nine. At this point, we were used to it, but the adrenaline high of the first show of the tour -especially a world tour- always seemed to pack twice the punch. Every show came with its own set of chills and a surreal break from reality, but the first was a special one.

It also came with the most alcohol. And some of the funniest stories

"Jesus, that's a lot of cocaine."

I glanced up, face scrunched in confusion as the song I was listening to faded out and I caught part of the conversation I'd tuned out. Oblivion grinned, blue eyes sparkling in amusement as he noticed the look on my face.

"What? It is," he added, and it was only then that I noticed the remote in his hand. Following his gaze that was now fixed on the TV, I realized he'd put it on a documentary about Pablo Escobar's drug empire.

"I just tuned into the conversation at the wrong moment," I replied quietly, setting my finger repair tools aside and tugging my headphones out of my ears. A moment later, there was a creaking of leather as Oblivion flopped down next to me, letting out a wistful, content sigh. I smiled as he threw a tattooed arm over my shoulder, leaning against me. Fresh from a shower, his face was framed by black tendrils that made his pale blue eyes -eyes he shared with his twin brother- seem all the more bright, and judging by the smile on his face as he rested his head against the back of the couch, he was still feeling ten feet tall.

"How many did you slice," the bassist questioned, angling his face towards me.

“Just two," I answered, shaking my hand to get the liquid to dry. "Why are we watching a documentary about cocaine?" Oblivion shrugged.

"Because it's the only thing interesting," he replied. "I mean, I knew there was a lot of cocaine going into the US in the 80s, but I didn't realize how much of the shit they consumed."

"And that's not even getting into the theory that the government played a part in it all," River quipped from her spot near the door, pausing in the middle of typing -probably Isaac- a text message.

Oblivion's eyes rose in surprise.

"Really?"

The blonde guitarist simply nodded before remarking, "It's just a theory."

Oblivion let out a low whistle, eyes still fixed on the TV screen. The documentary was detailing Escobar's political aspirations. "That's crazy."

I let out a laugh, cutting a glance at River, who had dropped her phone into her lap and was now watching the TV as well.

"Well, Americans are crazy," I replied.

At that, River rolled her eyes, raring back a slender hand and chucking a pillow in my direction. Oblivion catches it easily, dropping it onto his lap.

"Fuck you," she bit back, feigning offense at my jab of her nationality. I grinned.

"It'd be the highlight of your life, Blondie."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy now," Oblivion interjected, sitting up to create a buffer between myself and my best friend. "Let's not change the subject. Is that true?"

"What," River questions, a slight grin spreading across her lightly freckled face. "That fucking Jessii would be the highlight of my life?"

"No, smart ass," Oblivion quips back with a glare, throwing the pillow that River had launched at me back at her. "Is it true that the CIA were involved?"

River shrugs as she catches the pillow, long, pale blonde hair shuffling about her shoulder as she does so.

"Maybe?" She answers half-heartedly. "Honestly, it attracted people because it was a cheap, intense high, or an easy way to make money. All it takes is using it one time, and then it has a hold of you. It takes hold and it's hard as hell to get it to let go."

"I get that," Oblivion replied. "We all have our vices," he said softly, voice barely above a whisper. The two looked gazes, and River flashed a quick smile at the bassist. It was a cheerful thing, deceptively bright and innocent, but all of us knew that Riv was anything but.

I wonder how she's doing.

"It sounds like one hell-"

Oblivion was cut off by the sudden opening of the bus door. There was a shock of bright red hair as Oblivion's identical twin brother -Memento Mori's one and only drummer boy- came marching excitedly into the main area of the tour bus. Kristian followed in after him, an amused smile plastered on his face as he made his way to the table to sit next to River.

"Guess what the venue gave us!" Avaalon practically screeched, wedging his way in between where Oblivion and I sat, effectively separating us. I'd be lying if I said it didn't remind me of a small kid.

Grinning like a madman, which was pretty much Avaa's default state, he plopped a large red and white plastic cooler down on his lap.

"The venue had a bunch of extra bottles of alcohol that the bar didn't serve, and they offered it to us!"

"And it sounds like you've already drunk half of it," Oblivion quipped without missing a beat, feigning annoyance at his twin's excitement. It was no secret that most of us in the band were fond of alcohol. There were countless stories of our drunken antics from over the years we'd been together. Hell, we'd met Kristian in a bar in Denmark while on vacation.

"Not yet, but you best believe if there's a bottle of Jameson in here-"

I saw it before I heard it, just a glimpse of something stuck to the underside of the cooler lid. There was a loud pop, and then a shout from Oblivion.

"Fuck!" I spit out, scrambling up and away from my seat as quickly as I could. There was a bang and the bus shook as Oblivion dropped to the floor on his knees, trying to avoid whatever was now flying in the air. Glancing back behind me, small particles flickered about, catching and reflecting the dim overhead lights as they floated through the air before settling on Avaalon's shoulders.

And his hair. His clothes. His face. The couch.

Everywhere.

It took a moment of stunned silence, but then the laughter began to bubble out, first from me, then River, then Kristian, who had a decidedly smug grin on his face.

From the floor only a foot away from his twin, Oblivion groaned, realizing exactly what the cooler had been rigged with.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

All eyes turned towards the back of the bus and what we called bunk alley to find our manager, Tygo, standing there, looking like he was two seconds from losing his shit. Bowing his head, he pinched the bridge of his nose, obviously trying and failing to hide his laughter.

"Fucking glitter?"

Avaa threw his hands up, subsequently launching glitter even more all over the place, and Ty paled.

"I'm not responsible for this!"

"Outside," Ty commanded sharply, pointing at the door. Avaa stammered, trying to process that he, for once, was the one getting pranked instead of being prankster. His accusatory glance fell on each of us as we all laughed, but they narrowed when he locked eyes with Kristian.

"YOU," the drummer practically shrieked, jumping to his feet as he did so. "You did this, you little shit!"

Glitter scattered everywhere as Avaalon marched towards Memento Mori's pianist, who was quick to move away, even as Tygo interjected.

"Outside, now!"

"But he-"

"You can kill him later," Ty snapped, "when you're not fucking covered in glitter!"

"I hate all of you," Avaa growled, shaking like a dog to free some of the glitter from his clothes. It scattered into the warm night air of Stockholm, shimmering like stars. "There's no holding back now. I'm gonna prank the shit out of all of you."

"Quit complaining and just give me your clothes, Avaa. We have to get on the road soon and I am NOT letting you back on the bus like this," Ty replied as Avaa stripped off the sleeveless Misfits shirt he was wearing, revealing numerous tattoos.

"You could've at least put some actual alcohol in the cooler, Kris!"

"Would that have made getting glitter bombed worth it?" Kristian questioned with a grin.

"No," Tygo groused. "It wouldn't have."

"I don't know, Ty," I laughed. "I'd suffer some glitter for a bottle of Jack."

"I second that," River replied, much to Ty's chagrin.

"Issues. You all have so many issues."

Avaa let out a laugh as he yanked the belt free from his ripped jeans. Following it up with his shoes, the red headed drummer stepped towards Ty with outstretched arms and a huge grin, proclaiming, "you know you love us, Ty! Come on, bring it in for a hug!"

Ty rapidly backed away, warning the drummer to back the fuck up, but he persisted.

"Pardon my French, but what the fuck is going on?" Turning my attention from our drummer's hilarious antics, I was greeted warmly by Elize, one of Amaranthe's three incredible fellow vocalists. The brunette had changed from her stage clothing, but somehow still managed to look as fabulous as ever.

It was no wonder Avaa had a massive crush on her.

"Glitter bomb," I explained, unable to keep from laughing as Avaa practically chased Tygo, who was threatening to kick the drummer in the face if he got glitter on him.

"Orchestrated by yours truly," Kristian added with a grin, amber colored eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Hell yeah," Elize laughed, reaching out a hand to give Kris a high five. "It's about time someone gave him a taste of his own medicine."

"This is payback for the itching powder last year," Kris responded, and I burst out laughing. The incident Kristian was referring to had happened at the end of our last tour; Avaa had apparently put itching powder in some of Kristian's clothes, and it had resulted in the pianist nearly stripping off his clothes on stage.

"Now," Kristian remarked, an uncharacteristically evil smirk on his face. "We're even. Well, almost."

Elize lifted a delicately maintained eyebrow in confusion.

"Almost?"

Taking in a deep breath, Kristian lifted his hands to his face and yelled for the drummer. Stopping dead in his tracks, Avaa fixed his brilliant blue gaze on us. A grin spread across his face as he took notice of Elize.

"Hey, Elize!" He called and Elize flashed a brilliant smile back. I couldn't help but wonder if she liked him, too. She'd never admit it, if she did.

"Put some clothes on, drummer boy," the singer yelled back. "No one wants to see all that!"

"Oh, bullshit!" Avaa chimed back with a grin as he held out his arms, spinning slowly in place. As he turned away from us, his grim reaper tattoo came into view. Done simply in black and red, the tattoo took up nearly his entire back, with 'Memento' spanning the width between his shoulders, and 'Mori' across his lower back in Old English font. All six of us had the band's reaper logo tattooed on us in some fashion or other, but Avaa's was the largest. "You know you like what you see!"

"Yeah, yeah, you keep telling yourself that, drummer boy!"

"Oh, come on," Avaa answered, laying a hand over his heart as he turned back to us, feigning hurt at the brunette's words. Behind him, an incredibly disgruntled looking Ty, who had retreated safely into the bus thanks to Elize's distraction, suddenly reappeared with a bucket of water in hand. Kris' expression shifted from amused to downright smug and I struggled not to bust out laughing as I realized exactly what was about to happen.

"You can see all of this and mo-"

The shriek that came from Avaalon as Tygo emptied the bucket of water over the drummer's head was high pitched, shrill…

And hilarious.

If tonight was any indication of how the rest of the tour was going to go, then this was going to be, by far, one of the absolute best.

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#I Wanna Be Somebody #fictional heavy metal band #Jessii #River #Avaalon #Oblivion #Kristian #Tygo #Someone needs to give him a fucking raise #Yall don't know how much I love Tygo #Kris is a little shit in this chapter #But really #Avaa deserved it #Elize is a goddess #Gliiiiitter?!?!#I'm only just getting started #Hold onto your asses this is gonna a be a wild

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Caught in the Middle - Chapter 1

Summary: Daryl Dixon finds himself head over heels for the new teacher at the local high school that he works at, but she has eyes for Negan.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC), Daryl Dixon, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33634642/chapters/83581864

Warnings: Swearing, etc.

Notes: This is going to be another short story. I'm going to attempt to keep the chapters shorter so I can get through this story pretty fast. I was talking to a friend about something and this idea kind of came to me. I know it's kind of different, but I plan on switching POVs frequently so Daryl is not the main character of this story. There are three main characters. Negan, Daryl and Y/N. Hopefully you guys like it!

Y/N means your name or whatever name you want to put in there!

There weren’t a lot of things in the world that caught Daryl Dixon’s attention. For the most part, he had closed himself off in general. After the life he had growing up, he had become cold to things in the world. He’d get up, go to work, head home, sleep and then repeat. So, for someone to really catch his attention was a pretty big deal. Especially since Daryl wasn’t one for relationships or being attracted to people. Relationships were too much work and he just didn’t have the patience for them. Well, that was until someone new arrived at work. After that, it kind of changed everything for him. Which surprised the hell out of him, but he looked forward to every minute he got to spend with this new person.

Daryl was the auto shop teacher at the local high school. Was it a cool job? Fuck no. Was he good at it? Probably not as good as he could have been, but he was good at fixing things. When he was younger teaching was not something he would have ever pictured himself doing. Hell, he wasn’t exactly the most social person, so to say it was a struggle sometimes would be a massive understatement.

When a friend offered him a job after an I owe you situation, Daryl quickly snagged that shit up. He would have been stupid to not take this job. With his background, he was lucky to have a job as it was. Every day, he would go to work and just do what he had to in order to get through the day. He never really got close to the other teachers, but he observed from afar. Watching people and learning things without being a part of them was something Daryl had become good at. The students liked him well enough, but it wasn’t like he was trying to make friends or be everyone’s favorite. He just did what he had to do and that was it. Going above and beyond was not Daryl’s style.

A few months ago, a new teacher had transferred to their school and Daryl felt like they kind of immediately hit it off. They had literally run into each other in the hallway on her first day when she was lost. Daryl was coming out of his classroom looking at his phone and nearly knocked her over onto the floor. When he caught her, there was something about her smile that had caught his attention. When she had asked him for a tour of the school, he was eager to do it. Not that he was very good at it. Daryl was never a man of many words, but around Y/N he found himself opening up more and more. That was the nice thing about this girl. She made him step out of the box and be something more than he usually was.

Every day the two of them would find time to talk to each other and he relished in every moment of it. It became something where he started looking forward to going to work. He was excited to wake up every day. It was all because of her and the weekends were the worst because he didn’t actually get to see her. They texted each other, but the weekdays had become his favorite thing.

An overwhelmed breath fell from his throat when he looked over his shoulder after hearing the group of loud, boisterous laughter filling the bar that he was in. This was new for him. A lot of the teachers would get together some nights at the local bar to hang out. Of course, there were certain groups that liked to hang out more often than not. The source of the laughter stemmed from the staff favorite, Negan Smith. For some reason, every person seemed to love Negan. He always drew the attention of people and people found him hilarious. Daryl found him to be juvenile and somewhat annoying himself, but somehow, Negan was always the person people drifted to. Even being an asshole, all the students loved him as well as the teachers. Negan was the life of the party and very much the opposite of Daryl. Hell, Daryl didn’t even want to be here, but he was because he wanted to see Y/N. That’s really why he was there. It was the one time they would get together outside of work and Daryl loved being around her outside of a work setting.

Turning back toward the bar, Daryl reached out for the neck of his beer bottle and slid the bottle in front of him. It made him wonder if Y/N was actually coming tonight. Usually she would be here by now. When the laughter seemed to get louder, Daryl grumbled to himself and lowered his head. This wasn’t Daryl’s kind of scene and each moment he spent there proved that more and more.

“Forget this,” Daryl got up from the stool and started pushing into his pockets to look for his money until he felt the sensation of someone nudging him.

“You leaving this early?” Y/N muttered when Daryl looked to her with his big blue eyes. A tiny grin expanded over his features and he immediately shook his head. Was he getting up to leave? Yes, but with her here he would reconsider that. Pulling out the stool beside him for her, Daryl felt his heart skip a beat in his chest when she moved in beside him. “Sorry I took so long. I got caught up at school checking some papers. I would have gotten it done earlier, but someone came to talk to me for a while so that kept there a little longer than I would have liked to have been there.”

“You finish everything then?” Daryl confirmed and she gave a nod before ordering herself a drink. Truthfully, he didn’t care why she was late. He was just happy to see her. “Did you have a good day?”

“Yeah, it was pretty nice,” she answered with a simple shrug. “What about yourself?”

“Oh yeah, it was great,” Daryl lied and her eyebrows arched in curiosity when he said that. A nervous laugh fell from his throat and he shrugged.

“Oh really?” she chuckled, thanking the bartender when he came back with her drink.

“Okay, so it was just like every other day. Until now,” Daryl reached for his beer and swallowed down the last bit that was left in there. “Now that you’re here, it’s pretty great. You could brighten any mundane day for me Y/N. You know that.”

“You are so sweet,” she reached out to hook her arm around his shoulders to give him a hug and his face flushed over when she pulled away. “That was smooth. That was real smooth.”

“Well, that’s me. Mr. Smooth,” Daryl brushed his fingers through his hair to straighten it out. “But you are pretty cool. You’re the most interesting thing in this town. I tell you that.”

“And that’s why you’re my best friend here. Even if it’s not true, you are always saying things to make me smile,” she reached out to place her hand over his and she gave it a firm squeeze. “You’ve been the best to me since I transferred here. You’re the greatest. You know that?”

“Yeah?” Daryl was happy to hear that. At some point he was genuinely hoping the best friend label would progress into more, but right now he was okay with settling with that title. Just getting to be with her was more than enough right now. He didn’t want to push too hard or too fast. “I’m only saying what I believe Y/N.”

“We know I am so far from being the most interesting thing here,” she denied his statement while she took a sip of her drink that she had gotten. When the noise from the group in the back filled the bar again, they both looked back. The other teachers at the school were surrounding a pool table and Negan was obviously playing against one of the others. “You know, we should do that one day. Play a round of pool. I’m actually really good at it. We should do teams. You and I could go up against Simon and Negan.”

“Oh, yeah,” Daryl rolled his eyes, turning himself back toward the bar while she kept her eyes on the game that they were playing. “That’s really not my thing. Putting myself into the thick of that. I have no interest in being part of that group.”

“They aren’t so bad,” she suggested and Daryl looked to see to see that her focus was still locked on them. Looking over his shoulder, Daryl noticed that Negan had lifted his head and his eyes connected with hers. With an arrogant bob of his head and a bright smile, Negan gave Y/N a wink. Looking to Y/N after Negan did it, Daryl could see that it made her smile and her face flushed over. “I think you would enjoy yourself at times if you opened yourself up to it. The people at the school would really like you.”

“No one had interest in me before you were here and I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t now either,” Daryl retorted with a snort when he looked back again to notice that Negan and Y/N were still staring at each other. Someone grabbed a hold of Negan to get his attention and Daryl felt his body tensing up over the moment he just witnessed. “They really aren’t that interesting Y/N. Plus, I’m not all that good at pool.”

“Well, I have a table at my home. One day you can come over and I could teach you some tricks,” she offered up, her eyes finally meeting his again. The air around them was cool and Daryl didn’t know if the chill filling his body was that or the jealousy of that stare between her and Negan.

“That would be really cool. I’ve yet to be at your house yet you know,” Daryl reminded her and Y/N gave him a shifty look. “Well, I’ve dropped you off…”

“And I’ve asked you if you wanted to come in multiple times to hang out. Every time you turn me down,” she pointed out and he knew that he didn’t want to come in because he was afraid that he would do something stupid. It had been a long time since he was interested in someone. He didn’t want to make a mistake that made this girl leave his life forever. “You know you are welcome at my place any day. You at least know where I live. I don’t even know where you live.”

“Well, it’s not a nice place where I live,” Daryl explained with a frown knowing that he lived with his deadbeat brother. Most of the time Merle wasn’t there, but he didn’t want the one day she would come over to be one of the few times Merle came over. With his mouth, Daryl was sure that Merle would scare Y/N away forever. “It’s kind of a mess. You deserve to be in places better than that.”

“I don’t care what your place looks like. You’re my friend and I would like to spend time with you other than being here sometimes. You know that,” she professed with a shake of her head, reaching out to place her hand over his arm. “I’m not the kind of person that cares what your place looks like. I like you for you.”

“I think you’re the only person in the world that has ever said something like that to me,” Daryl confessed and he watched her roll her eyes. Obviously, she thought he was joking, but he wasn’t. That’s what was sad. No one had ever been as nice to him as she had been. How couldn’t he like this girl? She was one of the only people he had ever met that didn’t make him feel like a deadbeat or a waste of space. “You think I’m kidding?”

“Who wouldn’t like you Daryl?” she gave him a confused expression and he didn’t know how to answer that. “There is a lot of good to you.”

“The world never made me feel that way,” Daryl informed her with a weak smile before waving to order himself another drink.

“Well then the world needs to take another look. You need to throw yourself out there Daryl. You don’t have to be this loner for the rest of your life, you know?” she insisted with a shake of her head. “You deserve to be happy, just like everyone else.”

“Where did you come from?” Daryl sighed wishing like hell this girl would have dropped into his life sooner.

“You know where I came from,” she hesitantly laughed and then turned in her seat to look back at the rest of the group behind them again. “Truth be told Daryl; I like it here a lot more than I did at the old school I worked at. People here are more like family. They are friendlier. They don’t always seem like they are out to stab you in the back. People are willing to help and make you feel at home.”

“You must be talking to people I don’t know,” Daryl explained with a groan, turning on his seat to look at the crowded bar behind him.

“You don’t talk to people Daryl,” she replied with a silly glance and Daryl grunted while taking a sip of his beer. “You wouldn’t have even talked to me if I wouldn’t have run right into you on my first day here. It took me almost breaking something for you to actually talk to me.”

“Regardless,” Daryl knew what these people were like and he had no interest. No one really caught his attention or made it seem like they deserved his respect. In his opinion, most of the people at the school just liked the attention they could get. That was it. Noticing the way that Negan looked over his shoulder at stole another glance at Y/N made Daryl bite into his bottom lip. “Who did you talk to today after work?”

“What?” she muttered and Daryl could see that her attention was somewhere else and he frowned. Daryl reached out to nudge her arm and it took a second before she shook off to look over at him. “It was Negan. He’s funny. The two of us have been talking a bit over the last few weeks. The guy really likes to cook and he was bragging about his food about a month ago. Offered me some and every few days he is always bringing in things for me to try that he made. Today it was a raspberry danish that he made.”

“Oh, the guy is a good cook too, huh?” Daryl snorted, his eyes rolling when he thought about Negan and how everyone found the guy pretty much fucking perfect. Then again, he found himself super jealous at the idea of the two of them talking. Why had Y/N never mentioned the fact that her and Negan had been talking? “You know, you shouldn’t be taking food from strangers.”

“Oh come on,” she laughed, her eyebrows creasing with amusement when she gave her attention fully to Daryl. “Negan is not a stranger. I work with him and if something bad happened to me from the food, I’m not the only one he gives his food too.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re not,” Daryl scoffed at the idea, turning away in disgust from the rest of the people from work.

“What is it with you and Negan?” she pondered, sliding in beside Daryl elbowing him playfully while Daryl kept his head down.

“What is it with you and Negan?” Daryl repeated her question with an emphasis on the word you. His eyes narrowed and she stole another glance back over her shoulder at Negan.

“Okay, fine,” she let out a long exhale of air, lowering her head. It took a minute and she reached for her drink to quickly finish it off as if to gain courage to tell him what she wanted to say. “Since you’re you…I won’t lie to you, but you have to keep your mouth shut about it.”

Instead of saying anything, Daryl stared out at her with his confused blue eyes while her right hand spun in the air trying to come up with the right words to say, “I kind of have a crush on Negan. I know it’s silly since we’re adults and using that word is so juvenile, but I don’t know. I just find him so charming and he makes me laugh. When he smiles, I just find myself smiling, you know? Those dimples are gorgeous and he’s got a wicked sense of humor.”

“You are crushing on him?” Daryl restated what she had just said and she hushed him. Disappointment filled his entire body and his face felt exceedingly hot. An ache developed at the center of his chest and he had to pull his eyes away from her. It hurt way too much to even hear that from her. Especially since he had the biggest crush on her and yearned for more. Flicking his bar napkin aside, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Of course you like Negan. Everyone likes Negan.”

“What do you mean?” she tilted her head to the side noticing that Daryl no longer seemed to want to look at her. It made things a little uncomfortable because that wasn’t the reaction she thought she would get for being honest with her friend.

“I mean it makes sense that you would be like everyone else. Negan is the cool guy. The jock. The person that everyone drifts toward,” Daryl stated with a scoff hating that of all the people she liked, it was Negan. “I just thought you were a little more interesting than that.”

“Ouch,” she reached up to place her hand over the center of her chest, feigning like he hurt her with her words. “Where did that come from?”

“I just thought you were different than most people. Everyone sees Negan and their eyes just light up. He eats the attention up and people just attract to him like flies to bug zapper,” Daryl ranted hating that his jealousy was getting the better of him, but it was. “When I met you, I just thought you were someone who was attracted to something different. Like you said, you like people for who they are.”

“Just because I have a silly crush on someone doesn’t mean I’m not the same person that is your friend. You and I have gotten super close over the last few months. I think you know me better than anyone else does here,” she pointed out, hating to hear him saying the things that he was. “I just like the way that he makes me feel, you know?”

“And you’re attracted to him,” Daryl snorted knowing that there was no doubt that she was attracted to his looks by all the times he had caught her staring at Negan with heart eyes tonight. “You’re right…I know you better than anyone else here and I can promise you that you deserve better than Negan. No matter how much you love the fucking dimples.”

“Negan would never even look twice at me Daryl,” she talked down on herself and Daryl found himself upset that she would even do that. Talking illy of herself to bring up Negan made him just pissed off. “Look at him, he’s just so good looking and then there is me.”

“What was in this drink?” Daryl reached for her glass to look it over and he gave her a disgusted face when she said that. “You are fucking beautiful. I can’t believe you said that because you are absolutely gorgeous. Not only that, but you are super cool. Why wouldn’t someone like you? There is nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect.”

“Except for the fact that I crush on Negan which makes me just like everyone else,” she proclaimed, stating what he had said previously and it made him bite down on his bottom lip. Clearly it upset her that he compared her to everyone else just because she liked Negan.

“I’m just saying, with what I know about you I don’t think Negan would be your type. You take work seriously and Negan…I don’t think serious is even a word in his vocabulary,” Daryl complained about Negan knowing that he still was so upset that she was crushing on what he would consider the popular guy. God, life was still so much like high school and he hated it. He felt like a teenager instead of being a teacher that actually worked at a high school. “Like, he totally got fucking fired from this job a while back. You know that?”

“How?” her face wrinkled up in surprise when Daryl said that.

“It was like a year before his wife died,” Daryl clarified and he could see the sadness that flooded in over Y/N’s features when she heard him say that. “You didn’t know that his wife died?”

“No. No one ever mentioned that to me,” she answered honestly knowing that it wasn’t something a lot of people would open with so it made sense that she didn’t know about Negan’s late wife. “What did she die from?”

“She got pancreatic cancer,” Daryl responded with frustration hating the way that she was looking at Negan now. Visibly it made her like Negan more and he damned himself for even saying it. “Him and his wife were at this bar one day. They got into an argument with a guy and Negan beat the fuck out of a guy here. The guy said something nasty to his wife, but he beat the guy almost to death. It was one of the student’s parents, so he ended up getting fired. Was on probation and everything. Then they found out about his wife being sick and dying. They felt bad for him and the community kind of got together to get him his job back to help take care of his wife. Who gets that fucking lucky, huh? Most people that almost beat someone to death don’t usually get people helping them like that. I can promise you when most people make mistakes, it follows them around for the rest of their lives.”

“Damn, he’s been through a lot then, hasn’t he?” she turned further in her chair to look back at Negan who was still playing a game of pool. “You wonder how he continues to be so positive and outgoing when he went through all of that.”

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” Daryl groaned upon hearing her say that and he could see that the story upset her. Empathizing with Negan over that story made him so angry to hear that. That wasn’t the kind of response he was expecting her. When he told her that he almost beat a guy to death, he thought she would look down on Negan. “He beat the hell out of some guy Y/N.”

“You said the guy he beat said something nasty to his wife. He was defending his wife’s honor,” she filled in the details and Daryl let out a frustrated exhale. “If someone said something bad about someone that you cared about, wouldn’t you do the same?”

“That’s beside the point,” Daryl reached to grab a hold of Y/N’s wrists to get her to look at him. “When I was a kid I lived with my older brother and my dad. My dad was always so drunk that he never got up. We didn’t have food. My brother was always gone and I was starving. People knew what my family was like, but they saw trash when they looked at me. I stole food in order to survive because I had nothing. Do you know what happened to me? I didn’t get a slap on the wrists and told to be a good boy. That stuff stuck with me my whole life. I wasn’t that poor kid that lived in a bad situation, I was that awful little boy that was a thief. No one felt bad for me.”

“Well that makes those people terrible Daryl. You were a little boy that needed help and instead they turned their head away,” she reached out to wrap her fingers around his to give them a firm squeeze. “I think…we all have our own stories. You know? There are things that I’ve…gone through. Horrible things and we all wish there was someone there that could have saved us. You know?”

“What does that mean?” Daryl saw the way she swallowed down hard and he tried to reach out to touch her, but she held her hand up to keep him from doing so in that moment. “What happened to you?”

“Nothing, I’m just saying,” she reflected the question and waved for the bartender to get her something else to drink. “Sometimes it’s nice to hear that people did what they did for Negan. I don’t usually have a lot of faith in the world, so when you hear that a community came together to help a man to help him care for his dying wife it makes you feel better about things.”

“Right,” Daryl stammered knowing that what she had just blown off made him think there were things about her that she didn’t tell him about. Now she wasn’t so much an open book, but someone who evidently had their secrets they kept to themselves. Daryl watched her toss back the drink she had gotten and he could see that their discussion had changed her a bit. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m going to go use the restroom,” she pointed over Daryl’s shoulder toward the ladies’ room and Daryl felt like he should say something to comfort her when she stood up. Something had changed in her beautiful features and he was just never very good at this stuff. With her getting ready to leave, he felt himself choking up at the idea of trying to make her feel better. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here,” Daryl didn’t know what the hell to say as she moved around him toward the bathroom. Tapping his hands against the top of the bar again, he tried to gather in his mind what he was going to say to her when she came back.

“Daryl!” a loud voice boomed in beside him as he felt the warmth of a body moving near him. Turning his head unhurriedly, he saw that Negan had slid in beside him and Negan’s bright smile ate up most of his face. “You are just the man I wanted to talk to.”

“Why?” Daryl scowled hating to hear a statement like that.

“How are you doing today buddy? Can I buy you a drink or something?” Negan offered attempting to call out to the bartender.

“I have a beer,” Daryl nodded toward his drink and Negan’s right eyebrow raised. Having Negan coming over to him and act like he wanted to speak to him felt weird. It certainly felt out of place. “What do you want Negan?”

“Wow. You’re a man that gets straight to the point, huh?” Negan snickered before calling over the bartender to get himself a drink. When he was done, Daryl cocked his head to the side almost waiting for Negan to speak up.

“Well, considering you’ve never had an interest in talking to me before you undoubtedly want something,” Daryl suggested making Negan’s eyes narrow out at him and Negan bit at his bottom lip. “So, what is it?”

“That’s kind of bullshit Daryl,” Negan retorted with a grunt, his eyes still hooked on Daryl’s when he reached for his drink that the bartender brought. “I’ve asked you plenty of times if you wanted to join us in a round of drinks back there or if you wanted to play some pool. You’re the one that always says no. I just assumed you wanted to stick to yourself and shit after about the fifth time of asking you.”

“Well that was a smart deduction. I’m surprised you came up with it,” Daryl snorted making Negan laugh in response after Daryl said that.

“Wow, look at the smartassery on you,” Negan seemed impressed with Daryl instead of being offended by what Daryl actually said. “Here I was thinking you were this quiet guy, but you’ve got some bite to you. I fucking like it Daryl. You should use that spicy ass attitude more often. Good for you man.”

There was nothing Daryl could say to respond to that, so instead Daryl found himself laughing as Negan reached out to pat Daryl on the back in delight, “Here I was thinking you would get fucking offended and leave me alone.”

“It takes a lot to offend me since I really don’t give a flying fuck what people think about me,” Negan assured Daryl with a wiggle of his brow. Reaching for his drink, Negan swallowed it down before slamming the glass down on top of the bar with a wince. “I actually wanted to talk to you about the new girl. I saw that the two of you were close. Are you dating? Or are you just like really good buds? Because honestly, I’m really fucking interested in her. I was thinking of letting her know I was interested, but if you two are together I don’t want to fuck that up. So I figured I would ask.”

All of Daryl wanted to tell Negan that he was dating her so that way that Daryl could have Y/N to himself. Turning away from Negan to reach for his beer, Daryl debated on what to say. God, he like Y/N so much, but at the same time he knew how much he cared about her. With her just admitting to Daryl that she had huge crush on Negan, Daryl found his heart tangled with what it should do. Taking a minute, Daryl’s eyes lifted toward the ladies’ restroom and he shook his head.

“We’re not dating,” Daryl was honest with Negan while shifting on the seat so he could look at Negan with his intense blue eyes. There was an excitement that flooded Negan’s face when Daryl said that and Daryl was damning himself for even attempting to be a good person in this situation. He wanted to be greedy. He wanted to be an asshole, but he knew that he really liked Y/N and her being happy was worth more than his own happiness. “In fact, I think if you were honest with her, she would be fucking thrilled.”

“Why is that?” Negan inquired with an arch of his thick eyebrow.

“Because she has the biggest crush on you,” Daryl told her secret, but he knew by telling Negan that would help her get something that made her happy in the end. The amusement that flooded Negan’s features made Daryl feel like the biggest loser on the planet. Instead of telling the woman he was in love with that he cared about her, he was telling the guy that she had a crush on that she liked him. Who the fuck did that? “I found that out tonight. So, there you go.”

“So, you’re okay with this?” Negan stammered with a bob of his head while speaking with a big, pearly white smile. When Daryl nodded he knew that Negan was pleased with his answer. Cussing to himself, Daryl hated him himself. So much. Why would he do that? A moment later he heard Negan let out an enthusiastic breath. “Well speak of the devil, look who it is! We were just talking about you.”

“Negan!” Daryl closed his eyes hearing the way that Y/N said Negan’s name. It was the sound of someone that was pleasantly surprised with their guest being there. “I hope it was only good things that you were talking about.”

“Is there any other way to talk about you?” Negan flirted and Daryl silently groaned to himself when Negan moved over to make room for Y/N back at the bar. Glancing beside him, Daryl could see that Negan was still rather close to her while they sat next to each other. “I was happy to see you walk in here. I thought you weren’t coming tonight.”

“Well, someone made me late to checking my tests,” she reminded Negan and Negan snorted upon hearing her say that. “If it wasn’t for that person, I may have been here sooner rather than later.”

“My fault,” Negan placed his hand over the center of his chest and their eyes were hooked on each other. “I was worried that maybe my danish made you feel sick.”

“Quite the opposite actually, I think it put me in a better mood today,” she complimented Negan and Daryl found himself irritated that he had now become the third wheel. Before Negan was there, she actually acknowledged his existence, but with Negan sitting beside her Daryl realized that he may as well had been invisible. “I was hoping you would be bringing me more tomorrow.”

“See, now you’re getting greedy,” Negan teased with a cock of his head and a big, goofy smile. Daryl watched Negan while he interacted with Y/N and Daryl wished he had half of the confidence along with charisma that Negan did. “I bring you something out of the kindness of my heart and now you’re going to start expecting it.”

“It’s a compliment really,” she smiled, caressing her fingers over the back of her neck in a nervous swipe while her and Negan went back and forth. “It says you did a really good job making it and I think you’re a fantastic baker slash cook.”

“Well thank you,” Negan chuckled while he looked her over with his hazel eyes. “If it means getting to see you smile if even for a few minutes every day, I will happily bring you anything that I make.”

“Since you’re so big on sharing you should let me try it someday,” Daryl finally spoke up when they both had seemed to forget that he was there. Negan’s smile slowly faded when his eyes pulled to Daryl’s. “I mean she was gushing about your cooking skills earlier today.”

“Absolutely Daryl, I’d loved for you to try my danish,” Negan replied with a smirk and in the moment Daryl realized how awkward the whole statement actually sounded. Y/N’s laughter filled the air and Negan looked to Y/N with an amused expression. “You’re a fucking perv missy.”

“I’m sorry, the way you just said that at him felt so suggestive,” she waved her hand in the air trying to get herself to stop laughing. Daryl was embarrassed, Negan was entertained. “You can’t tell me you didn’t say it like that to not be…suggestive as hell.”

“Daryl’s a decent looking fella, I wouldn’t be embarrassed to being suggestive with him,” Negan threw his hand up in the air and she laughed harder, her hand reaching out to place over Negan’s chest. God, she even wanted to touch Negan. When Daryl would make her laugh, she was nothing like this. “You think I’m joking? I’m not. I’m not embarrassed.”

“Well at least you’re bold and honest,” she claimed before finally looking to Daryl who seemed less than enthusiastic with everything that was going on. “Without being perverted, I think you would really like his actual danish. I was surprised it wasn’t store bought.”

“Hey now, it tastes better than the store stuff,” Negan grumbled under his breath and once again before Daryl could respond Negan had her full attention again. “You can’t compare my freshly baked goods to something you would buy at a supermarket that has been sitting there for days.”

“Oh, my mistake,” she giggled and Negan reached for her to give her a big hug in his arms after they had their playful little bickering match. God, Negan was so brave. It was something that Daryl would have never done, but she didn’t seem to hate it at all.

“Do y’all want to come over and play a game with us?” Negan pointed over toward the pool table and she looked to Daryl with big eyes. It was obvious she wanted to play, but Daryl was still at a point where he had no interest. Negan was already so much better than him at pretty much everything, he didn’t want Negan to outdo him in pool too. “We’d love to have you over there.”

“Go ahead, I’ll watch from here,” Daryl offered to her seeing that she seemed upset that Daryl didn’t want to come. “I’m kind of tired and I’m not much of a pool player. So I wouldn’t be that much fun anyways.”

“Well, why don’t you just come over there and talk with a few of the other teachers? You can be near the table while I absolutely destroy Y/N,” Negan urged Daryl to still join them and almost immediately Daryl shook his head. He didn’t want to be included in something where he would have to be up close watching the girl that he was head over heels for swooning over Negan.

“Daryl, come on,” she reached for his hands and Daryl shook his head once more. “You might actually have some fun.”

“I’m tired Y/N, you go ahead and have fun,” Daryl kept up with his answer knowing that she was disappointed, but he didn’t care. There was no changing his answer. Part of Daryl wished she would have just stayed, but when she got up from the seat, he knew that spending time with Negan was going to win out over spending time with him. “Just enjoy yourself.”

“Well you should come over there when you want,” she reached out to squeeze his shoulder before walking toward the pool table with Negan.

When they reached the other side of the bar Daryl could see the other teachers eager to talk and laugh with Y/N. For a while they just all stood around talking and Daryl knew that he was staring, but he didn’t care. Biting down on his bottom lip when Negan’s arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders, he let out an upset breath and knew he should have just left.

After a while of talking, Negan tugged Y/N toward the pool table and they started playing together. Daryl was full of jealousy watching their interaction. It was obvious the two of them had a fuck ton of chemistry together. She was having a lot of fun and it was so easy for Negan to make her laugh.

Even knowing that Negan was her type made it so much more obvious to Daryl that he would never be her type. Negan was the opposite of him and he knew that. Which hurt all the more. It was best for him to just leave at his point, he wouldn’t have even been missed if he left now.

Finishing up his last drink, Daryl went to leave until he watched Y/N throw her arms up in celebration when she clearly beat Negan. Watching closely, Daryl saw the look of disappointment over Negan’s features as he moved around the pool table toward her. How close Negan got to Y/N made Daryl’s heart start to hammer inside of his chest.

Daryl’s mind was telling him to go over there and stop the interaction, but his body was frozen while Negan’s eyes were hooked on hers. Negan’s fingers stroked over the side of her face, brushing her hair behind her ear while they talked. Negan whispered something and she nodded before Negan lowered down. Tensing up, Daryl watched Negan’s lips descend over hers after he cupped her face in his hands in a tender stroke and this shit hurt more than Daryl would have thought it would.

When they parted, Negan’s head pressed up against hers and Daryl could see that it took her breath away. Negan whispered something to her while his right hand lifted with his thumb tracing over her cheek. With a smile like that, Daryl knew that Negan was sweeping her off her feet.

Daryl stepped forward when Negan grabbed a hold of her hand and led her toward the back of the bar. The rest of the group was distracted with their own discussions so the two of them were able to sneak out. Following the direction they headed, Daryl went to the backdoor and pushed it slightly open to see that they were at the back of the building.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Negan slurred, while he had her back pressed up against the brick wall. His large hands were cupping her face as they kissed over and over again. Daryl watched the two of them through the small crack in the door that he had opened. It was enough not to draw attention to him while the two made out behind the bar. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

“Negan,” she breathed out while his kisses pressed down over the side of her face and down toward her neck. Grabbing a firm hold of his thick hair, she tugged at it and made Negan stare out at her with desperation while he panted. Daryl wished that she would turn him down. “Do you…do you want to go to my place?”

“Right now?” Negan breathed against her lips and she nodded slowly. The smile that Negan gave her made an angry chill run down Daryl’s spine. “I’d love to.”

Y/N reached for Negan’s hand and led him away from the bar making Daryl want to chase after them, but he knew better. She made her choice and she wanted Negan. Badly, obviously.

Slamming the door shut behind him, Daryl went back to the bar and took his seat again where he was previously. Ordering something a little stronger, he wanted to drink away his pain knowing that he was super hurt to see how eager Y/N was to take Negan home with her.

“Where did the big man go?” a voice made Daryl grunt when Simon slid in beside him and Daryl muttered a slew of silent, angry words to himself. Suddenly so many people he had no interest in speaking to were coming up to him to talk. It irritated Daryl to say the least. When Daryl immediately took back the drink he ordered, Simon let out a long drawn out laugh. “It’s only Thursday Dixon, you might want to hold back. There is one more day of work.”

“I don’t care,” Daryl grumbled with a scowl, his blue eyes glaring at Simon. “I assume you’re talking about Negan and you’re too late. He just left with Y/N.”

“Like, they left together?” Simon was eager to get details and Daryl nodded, waving on to get another drink brought to him. “Son of a bitch! I didn’t think she would give it up that fucking fast. I got more of an innocent vibe from her.”

“What are you trying to say?” Daryl’s face scrunched up and Simon ordered a drink for himself.

“I’m saying Negan is going to win the fucking bet, that’s what I’m saying,” Simon sneered when he got the beer that he ordered. “Goddamn it.”

“What bet?” Daryl immediately questioned seeing Simon dramatically throw his head around. There was a pressure in Daryl’s head and it felt like the world stopped all together when he heard Simon say that. “What bet?”

“I made a bet with Negan that he wouldn’t be able to sleep with the new girl,” Simon informed Daryl with a long, drawn out sigh. “And evidently, I’m fucking losing which fucking sucks.”

“You guys made a bet about Negan sleeping with Y/N?” Daryl snapped, standing up from the stool that he was seated at. “What the fuck? That’s an actual person you are talking about? Someone who likes Negan…��

“Every girl likes Negan,” Simon snorted, his face scrunched up in amusement when Daryl seemed so upset. “Like I’m supposed to be surprised by that. I just thought she was your girl so it was the one time I thought I would win the bet.”

“Negan told me that he was crushing on her,” Daryl repeated what Negan had said and Simon laughed with an entertained expression when he reached for his beer again. “What?”

“You think Negan would crush on her? After losing his wife, that guy would pretty much sleep with anyone to forget the pain of losing her,” Simon cleared his throat noticing how uncomfortable that Daryl was with all of this. “There is no way that he has something for this girl other than the bet. He’s out to win it and undoubtedly, he is going to nail it. I guess I should say be saying he’s going to be nailing her.”

“Fucking asshole,” Daryl knocked into Simon as he headed for the door to leave. He didn’t know what to do with this information, but he had to stop it. Someway. He couldn’t just let Y/N get hurt like this. Why did he have to be so stupid? He should have never told Negan that it would be okay. He should have tried harder to keep them apart. This was just as much his fault for pushing the two of them together and Daryl hated himself for that.

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Moon Knight x f!reader slight AU based on the show.

So I started with this. I skipped between three chapters for a couple of days, didn't like them enough to post separately but I've learned that even stuff I don't like can entertain someone for a minute so am just dumping them here if anyone wants to read them.💕

"I will be careful Mum. I can't just leave it though.....What if he's some new big bad?....Because no one else would back me up, they all played dumb once the police turned up, plus I have no proof...No, all his tests came back completely normal...I can't push it further, I've heard the rumours of what the government do to some people with powers, am not putting an innocent man on their radar....Yes, Mum...No, Mum... Scouts honor...I love you too. I've got to go. Bye." Two weeks after meeting Steven with a 'V', still no closer to answers about what happened that night, you had done what any other reasonable grown up would have done...told your mum about it and befriended the strange man.

Steven himself wasn't strange exactly more quirky. He was quite sweet in a way. Funny. Smart. It was just as if all his parts weren't quite held together. Funny considering you'd seen his body parts pull themselves together. In one moment he could be calm and confident making you laugh with his wit then that would give way to restless chatter as his insecurities surfaced. He had confided in you about his sleep disorder so it kind of made sense that he'd be a bit all over the shop. You'd be the same without a good night's rest. Never mind never getting a good night's rest.

Today, you had agreed to let Steven take you on a tour of the museum he worked at. Ancient Egypt was a passion of yours. When he found out his eyes lit up. The intensity you had seen in them once flickered back across them. He proceeded to info dump all his favourite mythology. He looked at ease, like the pulled together version of himself that you had seen before.

Arriving on time, you waited on the steps for him, like he instructed. And waited. And waited. Steven wasn't know for his time keeping but he'd at least text you. Checking your phone for the hundredth time you walked towards the museum.

The sign from the takeaway across the street, the one that had been on it's last legs for years, flickered softly in your peripheral as you stared in the direction of Steven's flat. After learning he had been fired from the museum, you had tired to find Steven. Easier said than done when only knew three place he went to and ruled them all out within an hour. That was this afternoon though, now it was late evening. Steven had to come home at some point, you hoped. Grabbing your coat, you headed out into the cool night air. A chill ran your spine but not from the cold. Looking around you couldn't see anything or anyone to cause the feeling of unease settling in your stomach. Steven's flat was just around the corner. Wrapping your arms around yourself, for warmth and to provide a little comfort, you pushed onward. Just as you got to the end of Steven's street an unmarked police car pulled up next to you. A lone policeman sat behind the wheel. He rolled down his window, leaning out a little. "Evening."

Backing away slightly you gave him a small 'hello'.

"Am investing a man named Steven Grant. You look an awful lot like a woman we've seen him with on CCTV. Do you know him?" his tone was polite, aiming for warm yet falling short.

No point lying. "Yes, I do. Is he in trouble?"

"No, am just trying to clear a few things up. Perhaps you could accompany me to the station, help with our enquiries?"

Every instinct told you to turn and run. Doubts and years of social compliance kept you in place. Maybe he was just looking into whatever happened at the museum. The security guard had only given you a brief outline. Still something told you not to believe him.

"Miss?" His eye bore into you like he could read your mind. "I think am going to have to insist that you come with me." He turned to open his car door. Just as he was about to step out a hooded figure shoulder barged the door shut. They then kicked a near by motorbike over pinning the door shut. Grabbing your hand they set off down the street with you in tow.

Once you were far enough away to slow down you wrenched your hand from their grip. "What the hell?!"

The figure stopped, pulling off his hood. "Steven?! What is going on?" you voice echoed off the alley walls. "The truth!"

He shrugged. "Alright. Am not Steven. Am Jake. Jake Lockley."

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"Marc told me about you." Steven, Jake, you corrected yourself, said before heading out to the adjoining street.

"Marc, who's Marc? Why did you lie about your name? What else are lying about?" You followed him seeking answers.

"Look, love. I know you're got a load of questions but I ain't got time for them." Taking your hand he tried to lead you down the street. "Now it looks like you're caught up in Marc's mess so we have to go." He pulled you into a run as you saw what had spooked him, the police had caught up, now brandishing a gun.

Smashing a near by car window, he opened the door, swept the glass out with his sleeve before jumping in.

"Get a move on!" He called to you as he worked on getting the car going. What choice did you have? The seemingly unhinged man was a slightly better prospect than the very unhinged armed police man.

Half an hour later you pulled into the small car park of an abandoned garage. On the drive over Jake had tried to fill you in things as best he could. "Look, I know his is a lot to take in. I don't get it all myself, us sharing a body."

"I get that part. DID is well documented. It's the supernatural evil bit am struggling with."

"Fair enough." He shrugged opening the door to get out.

"How many of you are there?"

"Well, there's Marc, the Yank. He's a bit...intense. Seem like a good lad though. In the end." Not loving his description of Marc, you thought.

"Your friend Steven. I've never met him but from what Marc says he's a bit wet behind the ears." A smile tugged your lips at that assessment.

"You've never met Steven? But you know Marc? How...?" At this point you weren't sure if your questions were offensive but there was nothing coming for Jake that indicated they were. He was completely at ease. Even after stealing a car and running from the police. Maybe that wasn't a good thing.

"I've spoke to him in a mirror. It's easier to actually talk when we can see each other, focus on each other. Before Marc reached out I wasn't aware of him." That gave you pause. You can't imagine how hard this situation is for them.

"Are there any more of you?" You were now following him up a metal stair case to a room above the garage.

"I don't know."

"How do you not know?"

"Like I said, talking needs focus. It's not like we have a group meeting over a cuppa and sarnie." He was a very straightforward man even more so than Steven. He was blunt but in a way that had a charm to it.

"Right." You nodded. "Sorry."

"It's fine darlin'. It's actually nice to talk to someone about it."

Letting you into what now seemed to be a small flat he continued. "Marc seems to be the boss. Steven seems to spend a lot of time in control too. I just seem to be their taxi." He moved around the space switching a lamp on. Plugging in a small heater.

"Their taxi?" You pressed.

"I seem to take over when Marc's too out of it to keep control but when he tries to protect Steven. I get him back home, tidy up the mess. Try to buy the damn one finned gold fish." He grumbled pulling a long coat of the back of a chair.

"You're the reason Gus grew a new fin!" Near hysterical laughter spilled from you. "Am sorry. So sorry!" You tried to compose your self.

Jake grinned conspiratorially "I dragged my arse half way round London looking for a bloody Nemo replacement."

The moment stretched between you, the shared secret cementing a growing friendship.

"So what do we do now?" you asked as he wrapped the long coat around you. He was running his hands up and down you arms before his eyes met yours. A slight tension bridged the small gap between you. He was kind like Steven. More self assured, rougher around the edges. "It's baltic in here." He gave by way of an excuse. His hands dropped away, you wrapped the woolen material further around you. "Thank you."

He smiled, quick and tight as if he wasn't used to the gratitude.

"Right. Now I keep you safe. Wait for Marc. He should tell you about the other bloke."

He gestured to the battered old couch in the corner. He took one end.

"What bloke? You said you didn't know of any more alternates." You took the other end.

"Alternates?" He asked settled back in the cushions.

"Er...alternate personalities." Curling into the corner as you spoke careful not to take up too much space.

"Oh, right." His head was tilted back, arms folded as he settled down to sleep. "Well, he isn't one of us. He's a god."

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The cold woke you. The room was dark. You wondered if the electricity had gone off. Jake stood by the widow silhouetted by the street lights. If the leccy was off it was just in this building. He looked tense. His shoulders were tight. His hands gripped the widow ledge. You wondered what had caused the change in his demeanor. Then you realised..."Marc?"

"So Jake filled you in?" His American accent was jarring. Come to think of it when Steven was brought into the A&E when he begged you to take care of him...? "We've met before. At the hospital."

"Yes. Before that too. Egypt. You were there when I made my deal." He gave you a date...

The wind picked up, sand pelted you, sung your skin. The man's head was in your lap. Blood dripped into the sand creating perfect little orbs as the two elements met. Leaning forward your body sheltered him from the whip of the grains. One of you hands pressed to his wound the other stroked the nape of his neck, offering a small comfort. There was no way you could save him. Blood cover his face and the hole in his chest. "You'll be okay." you shouted over the wind.

"Liar." he whispered with a smile. "It's okay. Am ready." The wind gave another powerful blow. This time you pulled him close, completely covering him with your body. Holding him close you felt the exact moment he went limp.

A day later you woke up in the hospital. Your head pounded as your were told about the explosion that had occurred while you were saving the man's life. You were praised, told he'd been moved to a larger hospital for surgery but his prognosis was good. It took you a while to get your own head straight so you took what they told you at face value.

"You...you died."

"Pretty much. Khonshu brought me back."

"The Egyptian moon god?"

"Yep. That one."

"So Khonshu the Egyptian moon god is real. He just brought you back. From the dead. That's just something that happens now. So this Harrow that Jake told me about, he's not just a delusional cult leader. He could actually summon a goddess? Why does he want me?" Given you had been turned to dust for five years, his story wasn't that unbelievable but still, it was a lot to take in.

"You survived."

"What?"

"You were present when a god took an avatar and you survived. It makes you special."

"I feel it." You gestured around the dusty, cluttered room.

He smirked, sharper than Jake's. You could see why he was the boss. He was in control. He took everything in. Assessed his surroundings with a practiced ease. The tension in his body was him being coiled and ready.

"Look. Am sorry about all this. I am. I don't know why exactly you are special but I will protect you. That's why I was on the way to find you at the hospital. I'll keep you away from Harrow."

"God as your witness?" You sniped.

He chuckled. It was deep, it reverberated in your own chest. The other differences in their voices became clearer. The pitch, the resonance.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"And Steven too? Jake?"

He hesitated wondering what Jake had said. What you would accept? Believing in magic was one thing. Something sold as wonderous and whimsical but his mental health condition, something branded, strange, sinister even? "Steven is here. He's...adjusting."

"Adjusting?"

"He's awake. Normally he sleeps. He wasn't aware of me before. Now that he is, things have shifted. I can talk to him. There's a give and take between us. He's aware of Khonshu now too. He'll talk to him as well. When he has too"

"Khonshu talks to you? Is he a part of you too?"

"Kind of. We're connected. I channel his powers to he can affect this plain of existence."

"Oh." For some reason that was the straw that broke the proverbial. Maybe it was the hint at other plains of existence, maybe it was the talk of an actual diety like he was a work colleague, maybe you just met your quota for fucking weirdness for the day. Despite the good few hours of solid sleep you were suddenly exhausted. Your gazed fixed on the floor, until he broke it, kneeling before you. "Hey. You should get some more sleep. Take the whole couch. I'll watch over you." Gently, he guided your legs up on to the sofa, retrieving the long coat from the floor he covered you with it. "Marc?" You called as he walked away. He stopped his back still towards you. "Thank you."

He continued, sitting down in a wooden desk chair across from you. "You're welcome."

Sleep didn't keep you long, the sound of heavy rain pelting the windows woke you. Marc was still asleep when you crept to the small bathroom. It was clean enough for your needs. You even took a minute to wash your face. Stepping back out into the room, you accidentally kicked the table next to it. The loud bang and the scrape of the wood on the floor woke Marc with a start. He panted to catch his breath like the life had been scared out of him. A little over the top for a little shock.

"What the...?" His head swung round his curls springing back and forth.

"Steven?" You approach him slowly.

"Yeah." He calmed for a moment, let you lay a hand on his arm, before shooting up out of the chair. "You need to get out of here. Away from all his shit."

"Away from who's shit?"

"Marc's! I don't trust him. You need to go!" He pushed you towards the door a little before realising what he was doing. "Am sorry. I just...I don't want you to get hurt because him...because of me."

You framed his face in your hands gently. "No, not because of you. I was already involved in this somehow. Looks like we're in this together."

He leaned into your touch. "Together." He cover your hands with his, thumbs stroking lightly over your skin.

A loud metallic bang, shook the windows in their frames. "Shit." You cursed before taking a look out of the window. By now the sky was light enough to give you good view, the moon still hung bright in the sky. Nothing seems out of place in the car park.

"We need to leave." Steven opened the door "Go!" He ushered you forward before running back to get his jacket as you headed down the stairs. The rain was even heavier than when it woke you. It soaked your clothes before you even reached the bottom of the stairs. It bounced off the disused metal drums, pooled in the spare tires and on the floor. Except for one space. One small part of the floor was dry. Looking up, the rain above it was distorted. Like it was running down curved glass.

You could hear Steven behind you. "No!...Fuck...Alright...just...just protect her. Don't hurt anyone."

His words were more worrying than whatever was stopping the rain from hitting the ground. Steven's back straightened. His gaze sharped.

"Stay back." Marc warned. Then the world went sideways.

#moon knight #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fic #steven grant x reader #steven grant x fem reader #steven grant #marc spector

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Interview Conversations

Awsten Knight X F!Reader

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Summary: You're lounging around in your living room when you get a face time call from Awsten. In the middle of his interview.

A/N: I had this idea when I watched the (I think it was) rocksound interview where Awsten just whipped out his phone to call Joe and that's what my brain spit out. Have fun reading it and tell me what you think!

Being in a relationship with Awsten was the most exciting thing happening to me in a while. And I didn't mean that in a cheesy I'm so crazy in love with you way. Nope. I simply never got chill with him. Not that it was something bad entirely but that man's mind worked in mysterious ways.

Like last week. They weren't touring at the moment, just doing some promotional stuff and of course Awsten was always writing songs. So as the good boyfriend he was, he took me on several cute dates which was all good and fine (a girl liked to be treated right after all). What I didn't expect was Awsten waking me up at the ass crack of dawn to go — you fucking guessed it — bungee jumping. Because that was how my boyfriend's brain worked.

I on the other hand, still half asleep had agreed to it under the condition that Awsten made breakfast. So he had been tutting around in my small kitchen, telling me about how cool this was going to be, posting about it on Twitter while I was just trying to get my brain to start working with a cup of coffee in hand. Awsten didn't hold back to tell me how messed up my hair was. And kissed me right after it so he wouldn't have to suffer from my death glare. Plus I knew that he didn't mean to hurt me with it. That guy loved to tease me and I loved to tease him. That was how our relationship worked honestly.

All was good and I survived the jump but that taught me an important lesson. Never agree to something out of Awsten's mouth before I knew the conditions.

Right now, I was lounging around in my living room and fiddling with my phone. Later today, Awsten wanted to drop by for a movie night but that was still a few hours away. So goodbye tidying up and hello comfy hoodie and sofa.

And then my phone lit up with a familiar face. It took me a moment to understand that I was in fact not looking at Dean hunting a demon anymore and instead at the still of my boyfriend. Which was weird as I was pretty sure that Awsten was in the middle of an interview. Don't ask me with whom, I had been still asleep when he told me about it. Don't try to talk to me before my first coffee.

"Hey baby! Love that hoodie!" Awsten waved at me through the screen.

I looked down and realized that I was wearing his merch. Arrogant fucker. "Aren't you like in the middle of something?"

From the way he was holding his phone, I could see the very tips of Otto's curls in front of something red and soft looking. Probably a sofa. There was some distinct mumbling in the background that Awsten simply ignored and pouted at his phone and consequently me instead. "Well yeah, but I've got a question for you."

This dude, I swore. I shook my head in fake disappointment but I was pretty sure that he could see the smile I tried to hide behind my hair. Knowing Awsten his question had exactly nothing to do with what the poor interviewer had originally asked.

"What is it?"

"No reason to be so rude, Y/N," Geoff peered over Awsten's shoulder. He chuckled as he said this, taking the venom from his words completely.

As soon as Geoff had come into the frame, Otto craned his neck towards the screen as well. He smiled brightly and then waved at me. "Hey, Y/N! Long time no see."

"Aw but you saw me just Friday," I reminded him, grabbing for a pillow. This would take a while so I might as well get comfortable.

"Would you stop flirting with my girlfriend?" A soft 'ouch' could be heard following the statement and Otto suddenly left the frame. Awsten looked up again innocently though it was pretty clear that it had been him. "Anyway. I was wondering if you know the name of that garage band we saw last week? We've been talking 'bout Joe and I remembered that I wanted to tell him about 'em but I forgot their name."

Right. A day after the bungee jumping incident Awsten had made amends in form of my favourite bar and a little book shopping trip beforehand. Not that he had something to make amends about (it had actually been pretty fun) but Awsten had claimed it as such. And there we had seen this small band perform. They hadn't been that bad in my opinion and I even had gotten Awsten to dance with me to one of their songs.

It took me some serious mind tricks but then I remembered their name. "Hang on, it was something with face or something like that in the name. No wait. They were called 'Poison From Your Lips'!"

Awsten hit his forehead and nodded in confirmation. "That was it. Thanks, babe!"

"No problem!"

Muted mumbling in the background. Probably the interviewer trying to get their attention back. My suspicion was confirmed as Awsten's head snapped up and he asked, "What was the question again? Sorry, got a lil caught up here."

More words I couldn't decipher. Still, I waited patiently in case there were more questions for me. But Awsten just nodded and hummed along, his phone angled up so I could see only his neck and chin.

"Yeah, I really like working out all the details for the fans to find. It's like scavenger hunting only through songs and posts. There's a bunch of stuff you haven't found yet by the way," Awsten tilted his head at a camera and raised his arms while speaking.

Which made him realize that the call was still going. I suppressed a giggle and waved at him and he turned the phone back upright. "You're still there!"

"That I am," I nodded solemnly to his confused excitement.

Geoff and Otto were coughing suspiciously but Awsten didn't let himself get distracted. Instead he rolled his eyes at me. "Smartass."

"You love it."

"True," Awsten agreed and caught me off guard with the honest look in his eyes that he masked with a flirtatious wink, "but I fear I have to say goodbye for now. Wave for the camera!"

And then, the screen got blurry while he whirled it around. I waved dutifully at the schemes that were supposed to be people.

"See you tonight," I said to Awsten before the connection cut off. A lost blown kiss and the call died.

Shaking my head, I stared at the dark screen. I loved this man so much, it wasn't even funny anymore.

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#awsten knight x reader #awsten knight #waterparks x reader #waterparks #fanfic #fluff #x reader #imagine

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deancas fic rec list!

hello everyone! happy christmas to those who celebrate it, my gift to you is my fic rec list that i said i would make like a month ago. the only thing it is organized by is canonverse vs alternate universe. tried to cover a variety of subjects but there are in particular many fics of the genre “postcanon where cas is human and he and dean live together and slowly finally get their shit together” because i know what i’m about, son. HOPE U ENJOY. and if you wanna talk about any of them or rec me other fics please do. :)

Canonverse:

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo, 30k, explicit “Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.” There are many fics set in a post-canon universe where Cas is human and he and Dean live together and slowly fall into a relationship. Imo this one is the best of the best of that genre. This was one of the first fics I read back in July when I was getting Back Into Supernatural where I was like oh fuck I’m like in this. Dean builds Cas planters and bookshelves and a chicken coop and they fight and work through it.

Cuckoo And Nest by komodobits, 10k, explicit For a long time, Castiel thought that every earthly possession other than the immediately necessary was excess to requirement. But Dean – Dean who named his car, who keeps a photograph of his mother in his wallet, some thirty-plus years after her death, who still has the crumpled ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign with a sleeping pelican emblazoned on it from the Microtel outside of Roanoke where he first kissed Castiel, clumsy and unsure, under the unsteady fluorescence of an exhausted bathroom bulb – is sentimental. It puzzles Castiel, where Dean draws the line between what is meaningful and what it is worthless. Really Gets the dynamic of Cas doesn’t think Dean wants him to stay/Dean thinks Cas will leave the first chance he gets. Also a nice example of Cas thinking he’s not wanted if he’s not useful/powerful and being told otherwise. Another all-time fave!

lonely hearts by outphastthemoat, 4.5k, gen He thinks he might give up having his own anything just to be able to step foot inside the room next door and sit on the edge of Dean’s bed instead. This one is for the CAS GIRLS who know what LONELINESS feels like.

Helionneiros by aeli_kindara, 24.2k, mature In which Dean visits his mother, and Claire takes Cas on a hunt. I’m always on the lookout for more fic with Claire and Jack. Jack doesn’t show up until the end here but the relationship between Cas and Claire is really nice.

Crawl by aeriallon, 11k, explicit It’s been almost four years since Castiel left Kansas; he'd eventually settled in an island town where he has a job, a house, and a life without the Winchesters. Every winter, Dean drives down to the coast to see him. Another fic where Cas is human but in this one he took some time for himself and got some distance from the Winchesters! He gets to be competent and weird as a human and we love that for him. I must warn you all that this fic contains one use of the phrase “making love” which would normally put me right off but it’s still worth reading. The first of a three-part series.

home where you hold me by microcomets, 1.6k, gen Cas and Dean, in the moments between their battles, ache for quiet spaces. Technically this is a coda to 10x20 but you don’t need the episode for context. Short and very sweet.

Build a Home by domesticadventures, 20.1k, teen After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them. He doesn’t. This one is so cute it’s like what if once they were done saving the world Sam and Dean actually invited other hunters to move into the bunker with them. Obviously Dean wants that to include Cas but doesn’t know how to use his words.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo, 22.4k, explicit This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore. Angst fic! They go on a road trip and Dean is severely fucked up post-Mark of Cain.

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon, 8.6k, explicit No one ever tells Dean anything. Another nice getting-together fic.

Creature of Habit by trinityofone, 5.2k, teen The more you love someone, the more you want to kill them. Or: How Cas developed some bad habits, and Dean coped surprisingly well. This one is ancient by destiel standards (written during season 5) but it manages to nail the married couple vibes they give off in later seasons. Cas is a bitch and Dean likes him so much. <3

The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by Tuesday, 11.2k, mature Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this. Another old one that is a lot of fun! They get Accidental Angel Married and if you don’t enjoy dumb fanfiction tropes like that I don’t know what to say to you.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit by pyrebi, 4k, teen In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything. The OTHER accidental angel marriage fic written in 2010.

Crazy Diamonds by pantheon_of_discord, 24.8k, explicit A week ago, Dean was pulled out of Hell. Now, he’s apparently woken up in 2018, and the angel that a mere twenty-four hours beforehand had threatened to chuck him back into the pit is sleepily pouring himself coffee and wearing Dean’s second-favourite Zeppelin shirt. It all seems like a perfect happy ending, but with Hell’s scars still so fresh, Dean can’t imagine how he could have possibly gotten there. At the same time, the Dean who went to sleep in the bunker, right next to Cas, wakes up on Bobby’s couch in 2008. He’s instantly bombarded with questions by a Lilith-obsessed brother and a man who’s been dead for years, and must decide between keeping his finally-perfect life intact, and the lives he could save by re-writing history. Regardless of these choices, both Deans are trapped in the wrong decade, and their only way back lies with a Castiel still very much under Heaven’s thumb – one who might find the future Dean describes difficult to believe. Time travel is FUN. There’s an excellent part where (minor spoilers) future!Dean is like, “Guess what, asshole? You like me so much you marry me!!!!!!!!!!!” to 2008!Castiel that made me laugh out loud the first time I read it. Also just a good reminder of how most problems in life are temporary and if you could go back in time to talk to your younger self you’d be like, “Hey man. Chill out. You get through it.”

The Path of Fireflies by museaway, 63.7k, mature After his humanity is restored, Dean wakes up in bed with Castiel, a wedding ring, and no memory of the past twelve years. There’s a lot of amnesia fic and djinn fic out there were Dean wakes up ~suddenly together with Cas~ but I like this one in particular because he’s initially very confused and kind of a dick about it until he acknowledges that being with Cas makes him happy.

take the long way home by dothraki_shieldmaiden, 95k, explicit Three months ago, when Dean decided to retire, he thought his life was going to end up differently. He'd thought that he might get to have it all, Sam, Cas, Jack, and nice little place to live. Instead he gets Sam and Jack off on their Summer of Love Tour, radio silence from Cas, and a never-ending road trip consisting of himself. Still reeling from the loss of his grace, Castiel travels the country in search of hunts. Driven by a need to prove his usefulness, he pushes himself beyond all limits of endurance. Together, with the help of a few friends, a crumbling Victorian house, and a stray cat, Dean and Castiel patch themselves back together and create a home together. Do you wanna read almost one hundred thousand words of Dean and Cas having extremely intense feelings but refusing to voice them aloud? Haha of course you do that’s why you’re here. There’s also a lot about Cas adjusting to being human and being depressed about it which might resonate if you’ve ever felt weird about having a body. To be honest the author could stand to use a few more commas but there were also half a dozen moments that made me put my phone down and drag my hand slowly over my face and whisper “oh my god” to myself which is like, the ultimate measure of a good fanfiction so it gets to be on the list.

like moses and batman and james dean by saltyfeathers, 31.6k, explicit dean used to turn tricks. over a decade later, he met cas. Have you seen the fanon (apparently pioneered by Mr. Jackles “Original Deankin” Ackles himself) that Dean used to prostitute himself to feed himself and Sam when they were younger? Are you interested in exploring that concept in fanfiction? Well, this is the only fic you need. Mind the tags on this one! It’s not what I’d call happy but it’s good.

Some Assembly Required by narrow_staircases, 47k, mature It’s September of 2005, and Dean Winchester, in an attempt to outrun old mistakes and painful memories, finds himself in southern Kentucky on a wild goose chase. He’s completely certain this weird religious movement he’s “investigating” is a hoax, despite the miraculous healings people report, and he’ll be back on the road in a day or two. Things are looking up when he meets Cas, an awkward (and gorgeous) graduate student who’s actually doing honest-to-god research into the local tent revival meetings. When that research takes a weird and personal turn, Dean’s left to face two very serious realities: one, this may be a real case after all, and two, he’s fallen way harder for Cas than he should ever have let himself. Stanford-era AU of Dean trying to avoid his father and getting in over his head on a case.

Alternate universe:

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets, 57k, mature Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen. Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen. Mundane AUs in this fandom have to be really, really good to catch my attention and this one is! It’s exactly what it says in the summary and the characterization is spot-on.

Out to Drift by deathbanjo, 20.9k, mature Dean drives a black car with a loud engine. He lies too easily. He keeps a gun in the back of his jeans, and Castiel isn’t sure, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Dean has killed someone before. Two people in fucked-up unstable situations meeting and forming a connection. Honestly guys I really just love deathbanjo.

#fic #deancas #destiel

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