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[putawayurhalo]

Brainwashed

Pairing: Modern!Musician!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (use of she/her pronouns)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Way too fluffy for my usual style but you’re welcome :) ALSO AS ALWAYS I BARELY EDIT THESE THINGS SO TYPOS DEFINITELY HAPPENED SORRY!

Author’s Note: I actually wrote this weeks ago and I’m just now posting this so yeah... enjoy?

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“So is she here, yet?” Robin asks causing her best friend to jump slightly as he’s drawn out of his concentration of looking around. 

“Jesus Christ, Robin you can’t just sneak up on me!” Steve shouts at her as Robin smirks at him, crossing her arms.

“You two have only ever talked over Instagram dms, right?” Steve nods. “You’re so nervous, Dingus, it’s hilarious.” Robin laughs as she looks around the crowd for her own girlfriend, immediately recognizing the short girl with bright red hair standing next to a tall blonde and their curly haired best friend.

“Who’s only talked over Insta dms?” Eddie asks as he finishes tuning his guitar. Steve groans in response before picking up his own guitar and walking away from the duo towards Jonathan, their drummer. 

“You know (Y/N), right?” Robin asks Eddie who nods and replies with a “yeah she’s friends with Ivy.”

“Well Dingus here dmed her ‘Hey what’s up? Hello, I’m tryna meet ya.’ AND IT ACTUALLY WORKED!” Robin giggles as she picks up her bass.

Eddie whistles, “Damn Harrington, who knew you had game?” Eddie jokes, earning a laugh from Jonathan.

“It’s shocking that it even worked.” Jonathan jokes.

“Trust me I was shocked it even worked… and then shocked at the words that came out after, I didn’t even recognize myself after that.” Steve mutters as he tunes his guitar.

“What was it you even said? Because every girl I’ve seen you flirt with ends up running away after the first conversation you two have, yet you won’t show me anything past what I read that one time I took your phone from you because you weren’t paying attention to Dustin.” Robin questions her best friend. Steve opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by the lights dimming out front and the small crowd starting to cheer, “Saved by the bell again.” Robin groans before getting to her spot.

“Better not get distracted tonight, Harrington. We’ve all got girls to impress.” Eddie hits his shoulder jokingly as he makes his way to his spot.

“You guys did amazing tonight!” Ivy runs up to Eddie and hugs him, Eddie’s arm wrapping around her waist immediately. 

“Yeah, we weren’t the only ones who thought so.” Amelia smirks as she walks over to Jonathan, before turning to look over at where Dani stood talking to another girl.

“Is that her?” Eddie taps Steve’s shoulder, who was distracted with putting his guitar away. Steve slowly turns and his mouth drops open, he had looked for her the entire set but couldn’t quite find her, which seems to be for the better because who knows how many chords he would have screwed up if he took in the sight of her. 

“Oh! That’s (Y/N), she really liked your guys' set! Said you guys remind her of her favorite band minus the fact you have a bass player… whatever she meant by that.” Ivy trails off as she looks over at Steve, she smiles at the sight in front of her, “Go talk to her Steve.”

“About what?” Steve turns to look over at Ivy, “Just go over there and say ‘Ivy said you liked our set, said we reminded you of Waterparks’?” 

“I never said what her favorite band is called, Steve.” Ivy smirks at him, “Looks like she’s coming over here with Dani anyways, look alive sunshine.” 

“Guys, and my darling, this is (Y/N). (Y/N) this is Eddie, Jonathan, my girl Robin, and Steve.” Dani introduces the girl to the band, and she only giggles slightly.

“I already know Steve, he’s actually who told me about the show.” (Y/N) tells Dani before turning to the band, “But it’s still really nice to meet the rest of you. You guys are amazing, almost beat my favorite band for my favorite live show.” She smiles at them all brightly, before looking over at Steve.

“Well, it’s nice meeting you (Y/N) but Ivs and I actually have a date to get to but you’re more than welcome to any of our shows whenever you want.” Eddie smiles at her before patting her shoulder, leaning over to whisper something that Steve couldn’t hear, causing the girl to giggle and reply “No promises.” 

“So… Steve, want to go grab a drink at the bar?” She asks him pointing over at the bar with two fingers, Steve quickly nods and grabs her hand leading her over. 

“What do you want to drink?” He speaks to her for the first time that night.

“Oh, uh, a vodka cranberry would be nice.” She tells him. Steve flags down the bartender and orders both their drinks before turning to her.

“What did Eddie tell you?” Steve asks her, brushing a hand through his hair.

“He told me not to keep you up too late, said you have work in the morning.” She smiles up at him.

“Well… he’s not wrong but I wouldn’t mind you keeping me up all night.” Steve smirks at her before their drinks are handed to them. 

(Y/N) takes a sip of her drink before looking around, “This is awkward isn’t it?” She asks him suddenly.

“A little bit.” Steve chuckles lightly.

“Everything felt, I don’t know, easier? Over text, like I am so nervous right now, I mean look at my hand it’s shaking so much.” (Y/N) held up her hand to show Steve that her hand was indeed shaking. 

Steve put his drink down and grabbed her hand and started massaging it, “There’s this trick to getting your hands to stop shaking… learned to do it before I go up on stage so my hands don’t shake as bad when I’m up there… ta da!” Steve finishes and (Y/N) holds her hand up to see that it’s stopped shaking.

“Oh my God, you’re like some kind of God with your hands.” (Y/N) gasps realizing what she had just said, “Oh I don’t mean it like that… I mean I could if you want me to… I mean AGH!” (Y/N) immediately downs the rest of her drink and laughs nervously looking around the venue embarrassed at the words coming out of her mouth.

Steve slowly reaches his hand over to her chin, softly grabbing a hold of it and making her look at him, “(Y/N) relax, I found all of that cute.” He smiles at her as he watches her shoulders relax as she lets out a breath.

“Sorry I don’t know where that came from.” She tells him as she looks at him in the eyes, his hand not having moved from her chin. 

The duo stood there for what felt like a few minutes, telling each other jokes and (Y/N) asking about the lyrics in a few of his songs, when in reality it had been about two hours.

“Hey, Dingus!” Steve’s head turned towards Robin, “I’m glad you’re having a good time but could you please help us load the van, the venue closes in ten minutes and they want us out!” 

“Yeah! Give me a minute!” Steve shouts at her, “Give me five minutes I’ll be right back.” 

“Steve, it’s fine. I should probably get home, don’t want my mom freaking out that I haven’t texted her that I got home safe yet.” (Y/N) pushes off from leaning against the counter and grabs her water bottle, “I had a really good time, Steve, I will definitely be coming to another show.” 

“What if you didn’t have to wait for there to be another show?” Steve asks her.

“What do you mean?” She tilts her head in curiosity.

“We’re having band practice at my place on Thursday, the others’ girlfriends are almost always there unless they’re at work… it would be nice to have you there.” He tells her biting the inside of his cheek in anticipation of what she might say.

(Y/N) grabs a napkin and asks the bartender for a pen, she quickly writes down something before handing it to Steve, “Text me the address, I’ll be there.” She smiles at him before she kisses his cheek, “Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Steve replies quietly as he watches her walk away. Steve found himself wishing he had asked her to stay, maybe even go home with him and stay at least until the daylight, “Fuck, Steve, get it together it’s only been a couple of days.” He mutters as he walks over to Robin and Jonathan to help them load the van.

“Steve, dude, you’ve messed up the last few songs we’ve played. Is everything okay?” Jonathan asks Steve as they finish out a song where Steve completely fumbled on several chords. 

Steve turns to answer but his phone dings in his pocket, he pulls it out and groans before tossing on the couch that Ivy and Amelia sat on. “Oh he’s just got his panties in a twist. Isn’t that right, Buckley?” Eddie asks Robin with a knowing smirk.

“Yeah, Dingus here is waiting for a text from his precious (Y/N).” Robin teases him and sticks her tongue out.

“Guys stop teasing the poor boy.” Ivy interjects.

“Yeah babe, I think it’s cute that Stevie here is smitten. He deserves this… so who was that ding from?” Dani says as she walks out into the garage from grabbing drinks for everyone, tossing a water bottle towards Steve.

Steve just shakes his head before opening his water bottle and downing the whole thing. Dani looks over at Amelia and then down at Steve’s phone. Amelia immediately understands what Dani’s saying and picks up his phone, “Ah I see, a tweet notification from the one and only Waterparks. New song in a few days it seems?” 

“Seriously, Harrington, you put her favorite band on notifications? You’re such a simp, I wouldn’t even put Ivy’s country himbos on notifications if she held a knife to my throat,” Eddie began to laugh before turning towards Ivy, “Which she would never do because she’s a sweet angel who wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Eddie nervously laughs as Ivy’s expression switches from a glare to a big smile.

“It’s not just the band, Eddie, he even has their lead singer on notifications and got into his ‘secret’ private account since she couldn’t get in, he sends her screenshots of the tweets and links to the exclusive merch all the time. He’s so in love it’s gross.” Robin laughs.

“It’s not my fault they write good songs.” Steve mumbles as he fiddles with the pegs on his guitar. “Besides, I’d do it for any of you chuckle fucks.” 

“Sure you would Steve, how about you put Hardy on notifications for me?” Ivy asks him, with a knowing smile.

“Oh absolutely not.” Steve fires back, smiling at Ivy. “Besides, you can always threaten Eddie with that knife.” Steve jokes.

“Oh are we playing scary movie?  No please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface I wanna be in the sequel.” (Y/N) giggles after she says it. Steve laughs a little too hard, before turning back to Robin out of (Y/N)’s view, eyes wide like he’s lost his mind. 

“Get it together Steve, it wasn’t that funny.” Steve thinks to himself before turning back to (Y/N).

“Speaking of Ghostfaces, Steve you okay? You look really pale right now.” (Y/N) asks as she walks towards him. Her hands immediately found his face. Steve’s full focus went on her and only her for a few moments getting completely lost in thought.

“Steve… Steve… babe, hello?” (Y/N) lightly taps his face, causing him to blink and shake his hand.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry I’m here. You were saying?” He asks her. 

Robin turns to Dani and mouths “Babe?” Dani shrugs and mouths back “I’ll tell you later.” with a wink. 

(Y/N) opens her mouth to respond when both hers’ and Steve’s phones ding at the same time, she sighs and pulls her phone out of her jacket pocket, “Oh it’s just Parx retweeting some fans about the snippet of the new song… what about yours?” She asks and Steve shuts his eyes tightly not really wanting to tell her that it’s her favorite band’s tweet notification. 

“Oh it’s the same notification, (Y/N/N).” Amelia smiles over at the duo, “Man really loves Waterparks now.” 

“You do?” (Y/N) questions him, a bright smile on her face and a look of pure excitement.

“Yeah… it’s a recent thing though, I think their songs are really good.” Steve mumbles out and (Y/N) nods along to what he’s saying. 

“Well… I didn’t come here to talk about my second favorite band, I’m here to listen to my new favorite band, the Ahoy Captains.” (Y/N) does a two finger salute and sticks her tongue out jokingly giggling after before stopping and biting her tongue and looking Steve over, “If that’s okay with you…” she trails off, her other hand falling from his face to lightly touching his chest.

“Oh you are going to be the death of me.” Steve whispers to her, it’s like she moved into his brain, it’s no longer his, she dropped her bags in and drew the blinds. “It’s perfectly fine with me, darling.” Steve smirks as he says the nickname.

(Y/N) hums trying to hide the effect the nickname had on her, “Where should I sit?” 

“My lap.” Steve thinks, “I think there’s room on the couch but if there’s not, I can always get you a chair.” He replied, nodding his head towards the couch the other girls sat on. 

(Y/N) looks over at the couch, “I’m sure there’s enough room on there for us all. If not I can always lay across the back of it like some kind of cat.” she jokes. 

Steve chuckles at this joke, “Dingus hurry up with the flirting some of us have work to get to soon!” Robin interrupts them and he nods and (Y/N) finally makes her way to the couch muttering a small “Sorry” as she passes Steve’s band mates before taking her seat.

The rest of band practice went smoothly, Steve had finally stopped fucking up the chords on their songs and Robin and Eddie shared looks with each other wondering where the hell this version of Steve came from. 

 “No no no Steve, Fuck About It and Self-Sabotage are about two different people, trust me.” (Y/N) laughs as the two of them lay on Steve’s bed, she’s looking up at the ceiling while he looks over at her. 

“But the lyrical connection?” Steve begins to question but is quickly cut off.

“Nooooo Steve you don’t get it, in Fuck About It he’s saying that the girl really doesn’t seem to like it when they talk but in Self-Sabotage he’s saying that if she likes when they talk he’ll dislocate his jaw because he doesn’t like it when they talk. It’s right there in the lyrics, babe.” (Y/N) turns to look at him, the two just staring at each other for a few moments, slowly inching towards one another before both their phones go off. 

Steve sighs and picks up his phone from beside him, “Oh hey, Brainwashed is out now.” 

“Oh shit it’s already midnight?” (Y/N) asks sitting up looking at the alarm clock on Steve’s nightstand. “Shit…” She groans before hiding her face in her hands, “My mom is going to flip. I haven’t texted her, she’s going to think you killed me or something.”

“(Y/N), calm down, darling.” Steve grabs her hands and moves them from her face, “First you’re going to text your mom and tell her your safe, then I’m going to get you a shirt and sweatpants for you to change into, and then we’ll listen to the new song and I’ll tell you goodnight and go sleep on the couch.” Steve tells her before standing up.

“Wait… no you’re not sleeping on the couch, Steve, absolutely not. You’re sleeping on your bed, I’ll take the couch.” (Y/N) beginning to argue.

“Nope, we are not arguing about this. You will sleep on this bed and that’s final darling.” (Y/N) sat quietly as she bit her lip and looked over at Steve as he got her clothes to change into.

“There’s also make-up remover wipes in the bathroom, they’re Robin’s so I don’t know how good they are…” Steve trails off as he walks back over to her.

“Thank you, I’m sure they’ll work.” She mumbles, “But you are sleeping on this bed, rather it’s with me or not, Steve. Understood?” She asks him as she stands up. “I’ll be back in like three minutes, get the song ready! I wanna hear this right away!” She shouts as she enters the hallway, unaware that she’s going to wake up Steve’s roommates/band mates. 

Steve smiles to himself and then sighs as he pulls the song up on his computer.. How is he going to ask her to be his girlfriend? He wonders as he pulls up Spotify and hoovers over the song title with the mouse.

“I’m back!” (Y/N) whisper shouts, “I forgot Robin and Eddie live here and Eddie was not happy when I was shouting as I walked past his room.” She walks over to Steve before sitting on his lap, “You’ve got the headphones?” 

Steve nods before putting her pair over her ears, the girl having insisted she bring over her pair of cat ears ones to leave there so she can hear the new songs he’s been working on, and then placing his own on and pressing play. Steve tapped his fingers on (Y/N) thighs as the song plays, (Y/N) however was making a complete fool of herself as the song plays, making different faces at certain lines and lip syncing the lyrics to the chorus having already known them from the snippet the lead singer had posted several times. Steve smiles as he watches her but as the song repeated and he listened to the lyrics closer he slowly came to the realization that he heavily relates to the lyrics. It was like Awsten had written about him and (Y/N), rather he meant to or not. 

Steve had stopped moving along to the song but (Y/N) hadn’t quite taken notice that he had reached for his phone as she kept listening to the song.

To Band Thingz: Guys we have a new song to learn :)

“(Y/N), oh my, you look so good!” Ivy shouts over the sounds of the opening band. (Y/N) smiles at the blonde girl before twirling around to show off her outfit.

“Oh Harrington is so gonna forget the words to all the songs as soon as he gets on stage.” Becky - Eddie’s sister - laughs and wraps her arm around Chrissy’s waist. 

“Guys stop, you’re making her nervous.” Dani tells the duo as she picks up on (Y/N)‘s hands starting to shake and the nervous lip biting she’s doing.

“It’s not too much is it?” She whispers to Dani.

“Girl, definitely not. The skirt is giving Sam Manson from Danny Phantom and between the two of us that was Steve’s favorite show growing up.” Dani winks at her, “Besides if he doesn’t like it I’ll grab Robin’s bass and whack him with it.” (Y/N) laughs, before hearing the crowd cheer one last time as the opening band exits the stage.

“Okay we have about fifteen to twenty minutes before they go on stage. Do you want to go get a drink?” Dani asks her before grabbing her hand and giving her no choice.

The duo get to the bar and it’s less noisy than the crowd, “Sorry for just dragging you, it gets so loud over there and I get overstimulated easily. They usually let us backstage but they told us no today for whatever reason. Vodka cranberry, right? I remember Steve mentioning it when he told me about your unofficial first date.” 

“Yeah…” (Y/N) nods her head lost in thought, “Yeah, that’s it. Thank you.”

The girls stood at the bar a little longer after getting their drinks before the lights dimmed, the duo made their way back to the small crowd, finding their way next to Ivy, Amelia, Becky, and Chrissy.

“Hey, do either of you guys know what song they’re covering tonight?” Ivy shouted over the cheering crowd.

“Probably Teenage Dirtbag again, you know Eddie’s obsessed with playing that when you’re at the shows.” Dani shouts back before finishing her drink. (Y/N) nods as she sips her before offering some to Becky who gladly takes it and chugs it.

The group dances and jumps around during the set and being the loudest fans they are were able to capture the band’s attention pretty fast.

“Okay so for our regular attendees to these shows we do, you know this is the part in the set where we cover a song,” Steve takes a sip of his water before closing the cap back up and setting it down, “And we still are but this one needs a special introduction, because for the first time in forever we aren’t playing Teenage Dirtbag.” Steve jokes, Robin laughs away from the mic and Eddie flips him off. 

“This song is actually, pretty new, was only released last week but this very special girl loves it and she’s here tonight so… uhhhh… here’s Brainwashed.” Steve nervously chuckles before the band starts playing the cords, and he gets the crowd to start clapping to the beat before he begins to sing the lyrics. 

(Y/N) stares at him in shock as he looks over at her with a smirk after he sings ‘Why do I think you’re so cool?’. “What are you doing (Y/N), get up there!” Amelia nudges her and Becky quickly kisses Chrissy’s cheek before grabbing (Y/N)‘s shoulders and leading her through the crowd.

“Sorry, excuse us, the himbo singer needs to see this one.” She mumbles to the crowd as she pushes them out of the way, by the time they get to the front the band was already to the bridge of the song, Steve had stopped playing his guitar and had grabbed the mic off the stand and leans down towards (Y/N), as Jonathan gets the crowd clapping, Robin and Eddie singing background vocals.

Steve turned leaning the microphone towards (Y/N) encouraging her to sing the chorus with him as it was coming up, “I can’t sing Steve you know this.” He points at his ears before reaching his hand out to her, lifting her up on stage with the help of Becky. 

“Now I’m having those same thoughts, can’t stop, thinking you got me brainwashed.” Steve tilts the microphone towards her as he continues singing the line “I’m see through, need you, why do I think you’re so cool?” 

(Y/N) rolls her eyes before singing the chorus with him, “Everything’s clean except for my thoughts, thinking about me getting you off.” She giggles slightly as Steve wraps his arm around her, “It’s been a week I’m still at your house, I don’t want to leave, it's freaking me out.” They finish off the song before Steve kisses her forehead, taking out one of his in-ears and whispering to her, “meet me after the show?” 

(Y/N) nods before turning to go to the side of the stage to get off, Steve watches her before turning back to the microphone stand and putting the mic back in, he’s about to put his in-ear back in when he hears his name called, he turns back towards where (Y/N) stood, “Yeah?”

She walks up to him and pulls him into a kiss, Eddie dog whistles and Robin cheers very loudly into her own mic, causing the couple to giggle as they pull apart, “I think I’m in love with you.” Steve says out loud, the mic picks it up and the duo’s eyes go wide.

And that’s how I ended anywayssss love you guys enjoy this!

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[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Whenever (since I'm way late for a Wednesday check-in)

Popping in with a new OC reveal this week, mwah. Meet Sébastien as he runs headfirst, or shall I say falls, into trouble.

"And above all, keep your feet and legs together.", the faint droning of the instructor rang in the background as Sébastien regarded the picturesque scenery below him through the opening of the small plane, "You listenin'?" He let out a chuckle before sending a smile the man's way, same one he would offer his father's investors anytime he'd be forced to sit into a meeting with them and pretend he knew all about running their family business. "Of course, m-", he racked his brain, trying to remember a name, first or last, anything, at the end coming up empty, "my dear newfound friend." The bored look he received as a reply wasn't promising, but he wasn't there to impress anyone, rather than seconds away from plummeting down from 10 000 feet up, if luck had it, gracefully and without a hitch. "You sighed the waiver.", the man muttered under his breath before continuing, "From your demeanor, I take it you're not worried?" "No.", Sébastien lied as he braced against the side of the plane, completely suited up, wondering if the truth would stop him from his most recent adrenaline seeking spontaneous trip. His forged license ensured him passage, a seat on the plane, almost making him forget he had to also act the part, doubting money would slay the person in front of him with how much weight he put on the rules even before take-off.

"Good.", a mumble sounded from the front, followed by a wave from their pilot aimed at the instructor. "-clearance.", he strained his ears, trying to catch whatever the two were hunkered down and whispering about. "Okay. Showtime, Mr. King.", it took him a lot of willpower to not instinctively correct the fake name he had given upon meeting the man and signing a stack of documents before his dive. His father would always talk about how much pride he had to have in the Gallagher-Kerring name, the legacy it carried, same one that gave people a pause and made it super easy for him to be tracked down. "I thought we weren't due for a couple of more minutes?", checking his watch was close to impossible, with all the gear he had on, but eventually he managed to confirm his suspicion. The scenery wasn't of much help location wise with the fields and various small structures scattered between winding roads signaling, he could have been anywhere over Montana. The body of water they passed reminded him he wasn't exactly listening to that part of the lecture. Just aim for anything that's not water. Easy. "Time flies.", was all the instructor offered before bracing his hands on his hips, "Usually we would need the equipment back by Friday, or else you lose the deposit, but seeing how you have your own and didn't request retrieval…" "That won't be an issue?" The plan was to skydive, land near Missoula, maybe hitchhike there if he felt extra adventurous. Everything he wore was practically brand new, purchased after he had stormed the closest specialized store he could find the moment he had left the most recent gathering Frank Gallagher-Kerring had bestowed upon him. The bright yellow and black piece covering his lean body wasn't exactly his first choice, but he was assured it was the best and most expensive one they had.

"Yeah. Any further questions, Mr. King?" "No. Thank you.", he paired the words with another grin while wishing for the man to already stop talking. With a final clearance and another quick whisper session with the pilot, Sébastien found himself threading air, all his instincts screaming at him he would die. Instead of listening to the pesky voice, he focused on his surroundings and how the small dots that were in reality trees and other buildings became large, closer as he spread his limbs face-to-earth to avoid spinning out and actually making true on that fear. "I'm alive!", he screamed on top of his lungs, absorbing as much of the giddy sensation as he could. There always came a time during whatever dangerous endeavor he partook where his mind would seem so much clearer, though usually he had others with him, drowning out the tranquility. "3000 feet.", the altimeter attached to his helmet announced, kicking him back into action as he recalled his instructor's word about the moment he needed to open his parachute. His right hand grasped the rip-cord while his left came to rest across his waist. A sudden jolt followed as the canopy unfolded, making his breath hitch. He pushed through the shock as a satisfied smile spead over his features. "Piece of cake.", he muttered while his eyes zeroed on a white shape speeding down one of the roads he could see from his position. He had no idea how much time passed where he descended towards the clearing he believed was good enough for a landing with the alternative of ending up in one of the trees nearby, slightly worrying him.

Then he felt it, trying to convince himself the adrenaline was playing tricks on him - something flying past him as smaller forms that looked almost like ants came into view. Whatever calm had taken over his body left him at once when the whoosh happened again, followed by another. A stinging sensation registered in his arm as he gripped his parachute risers tighter. His gaze widened in horror at the tear in his suit as another bullet flew past and missed him. The multiple holes marrying the previously intact material of the bright yellow and black canopy only fueled it. "No fucking waaaaay.", he let out a string of curses as panic swooped in together with the realization he was being shot at. That the shapes that previously looked like ants were people with guns and coming in closer as he descended down. In his attempts to avoid getting killed by something that had nothing to do with his questionable choices, he focused on the road next to the clearing, hoping the maniacs would let out if he landed outside of what he assumed was their private property they were so dead set on defending from an innocent skydiver. Their angry yells mixed until they were indistinguishable as he began plummeting down faster thanks to his parachute being turned into swiss cheese. The wind worked in his favor somewhat, granting him a lead on his pursuers. More bullets flew, all missing him by mere chance, making him glad whoever those men were they certainly had worse aim than him at his very first shooting lesson his father had dragged him to when he was but 10.

"Come on. Come on, baby.", he chanted as his luck ran out and his hopeful descent turned nightmarish, faster, out of control. It was becoming clear making it to the safety of the road wasn't in the cards for him when his trajectory shifted dramatically despite him trying his hardest to keep steady. "FUCCK.", ripped out of his throat as he calculated his chances of making it over the tree line separating the fields from the road. No way. It was going to take a miracle. All he could do was close his eyes while his elbows locked together to instinctively protect his face from the incoming collusion. A part of him wondered if he should pray, if anything would even consider saving him with his track record of mayhem. "I wanna live. I'd donate all my money if I have to.", spilled out as a promise, thought he meant just the first part, letting go of his usual lifestyle felt impossible, out of the question. It's all he had and considered deserving off after surviving being raised by a Gallagher-Kerring. Sébastien had no idea how his landing actually unfolded as he kept his eyes shut, chanting reassurances under his breath, all he knew was that one second he was facing certain death, the next he felt his parachute hook onto something. "What the-", he could still hear faint shouts behind him, as his harness pulled at his body, feet dangling uselessly midair instead of touching the ground below, "I'm alive? Fuck. Gotta move." His hands shook as he grasped at the buckles, willing for his fingers to cooperate and undo them before whatever advantage he had on his attackers would vanish entirely.

"It's not that high. Nope.", he lied to himself, feeling idiotic for fearing such small drop after having literally dove out from a plane and risked his life for thrills. He held his breath as the final straps keeping him suspended gave way and gravity brought him down, his not so graceful but loosened stance softening his fall to a degree. With racing heart he relaxed into the grass beneath him, his victory becoming shortlived as he looked up and met a pair of angry eyes, then his gaze lowered, stopping at the rifle cluthed in the bloody grip of the unkept man looming above him. "Friendly, kind sir.", he whispered and shimmied back until his helmet made contact with something solid. It's just a big stone. Yeah. Not a leg connected to a person. It's what went through his mind despite suspecting reality was different and granted, when his head twisted to glance at what he had run into in his attempt to retreat, another just as equally furious seeming man greeted him by sneering his way. He would have bet a good chunk of money they were brothers, with the one behind him looking like he had been eating his vegetables and then some. "Fried-", a hand pulled him to his feet like he weighted nothing and made the word die before it formed fully, especially with how the longhaired Berserker wanna-be was holding onto his helmet, making him wonder if his grip would squish his head if nothing stood in its path. The fact he was taller than Sébastien didn't help, either. "We should call this in. Otis, get me Brother John on the line.", the shorter brother barked an order, attention shifting past the two. And then there were three?

His captor let out a low grunt, "We should, Bo… but he said he is to not be bothered today. Under any circumstance." "With the exception of anything related to the Deputy.", a third voice presumably belonging to Otis added, or at least it's what he hoped - that he wasn't about to be surrounded by a whole gang of trigger happy locals that took trespassing way too seriously. I wasn't even touching the ground. His hand inched up to his face, aiming for the clasp under his chin while Bo rubbed his dark beard, contemplating their options. "This Sinner fell from the sky.", he pointed his rifle at Sébastien, making him hold his breath in anticipation of the worst, "What if this is part of the Father's prophecy? A sign?" Sinner? Father? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? Did I travel back in time? Sébastien forced a laugh, "It's called skydiving, have you people not heard of it? You know, plane, jumping, freefalling, then parachuting the rest of the-" The Berserker shook him in warning, its threatening tone not halting his concealed efforts at freeing himself, "SHUT UP." "Sorry. Just-" "I said shut your mouth, Sinner before you become an Angel.", the sentence was uttered through gritted teeth, before the man addressed his shorter look-alike, "Or the Sinners are sending in reinforcements, airdropping them, hoping we'd be caught off guard." Like I have a chance at taking you all out. I've been hitting the gym, but not that HARD. "Call this in, Otis. Brother John would like to know.", Bo concluded with a nod.

The second the command was spoken out loud, the clasp securing the helmet to Sébastien's head came undone. Before any of the three men could blink, he was making a run for it, discarding the piece of equipment as years of running track in highschool came back to him, but instead of running to impress his father, he was running for his life. "GRAB HIM.", the scream Bo released pushed him to speed up, his calves and whole body really aching from the fall while his eyes remained glued ahead, knowing glancing back would do him no good. Only add to his raising panic, feeding a different level of adrenaline. With the rustling behind him signaling the nearing recapture, he vaulted the fence that stood between him and freedom, leaping onto the road and almost getting ran over by a white truck in the process. His hands rose up as to shield him as Sébastien saw his life flash before him for a second time that day before whoever was behind the wheel hit the breaks hard, forcing the vehicle to an abrupt stop inches away from him. "I'M CROSSING HERE, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.", he yelled and hit the truck's hood for good measure, and he would have been embarrassed by how high pitched the words were, if he wasn't absolutely furious. I'm a Gallagher-Kerring. His brain didn't even fully register the strange cross painted on the vehicle or how it matched the one on his pursuers' sweaters. "Get down.", a deep voice responded before a shot rang out and he ducked without a second thought, scrambling towards the side of the truck as bullets began flying. A rumbling noise sounded from the treeline, followed by a red light exploding in the sky. A flare.

Sébastien watched in horror, suspecting more trouble was headed his way when the gunfire died down as fast as it had started. "Hey.", a door slammed shut, making him move further away from the passenger's side of the truck while the same voice from before added, "You alive, jaywalker?" Boots crunched against the gravel as he rounded the front of the vehicle, his determined approach and the fact he was armed activating Sébastien's fight or flight instincts. "Stay back.", he hollered as a blond man, who couldn't have been older than him, came into view. "Easy now.", a laughter escaped him when he shoved his gun in the waistband of his jeans, his palm circled his own face then pointed at him, "Did you fall into a bush?" "No." "Got caught in the cattle fence as little ducky was crossing the road? Where's your mama?", Sébastien eyed his outstretched arm with suspicious before reluctantly grabbing it so he can help him up. He shook of the man's hold, putting safe distance between them as he braced for another attack. "Skydiving into a tree.", he muttered under his breath and a realization dawned on him, "YOU- YOU- DUCKY?" The stranger shrugged as he regarded him from head to toe before swiveling on his heel, "Yellow. Duck. Wasn't me who picked that outfit, chief. Would you rather me call you baby chick? That was option B. Felt too on the nose."

His anger rose back to the surface as the man climbed back into his truck and he spun to stare at him through the rolled down window, "You have no idea who you're talking to!" All he got initially was a slow, unimpressed blink, "Do tell, your Majesty?", he tapped his watch, an old looking thing, "But make it quick." "I-", his mouth snapped shut. A smirk came over the man across him, "Well? You shy? I'd start first, name's Calahan. Calahan Hartley. Your turn." "Sébastien Theodore Phoenix Sawyer Thatcher Landon Nicholas Gallagher-Kerring.", his full name spilled out, making him feel like he was at the front of his class, confusing everyone and then himself by the reaction it always got out of people. Blond eyebrows twisted in confusion before Calahan released a chuckle, the usual of recognition upon speaking the Gallagher-Kerring name nowhere in sight, "Wait. Are you actually for real?" "It's my name." "Jesus. Your parents hate you or something, bud?", he leaned back into his seat, giving him a first look at the bodies laying on the road a few feet away from them, the pools of blood making him woozy. In turn, Hartley seemed completely at ease, like he hadn't just taken out three men and potentially saved his life. Sébastien frowned, "No." Silence took over before Calahan cleared his throat and nodded at the passenger's side, "You need a ride?" "I will pass." "Be my guest, your Majesty, just a friendly word of advice… that red flare? Means more of those fuckers are coming as reinforcements and I ain't sticking around to play your bodyguard, I'm on a tight schedule. When they roll up, just say you're ready for your Cleansing and praise the Father."

"You're not one of them?" "Hell no." A sigh left Sébastien before his fingers lowered to the door handle, "They shot at me." "Their usual modus operandi with all of us locals. Where?" He pulled at his sleeve until the place where one of the bullets had grazed his upper arm peeked through, crimson marrying the yellow material. "Have seen worse, far worse." "Are you serious?" Mischief shone in his eyes, "You're gonna live, bud, I promise, giving ya the word of a Hope County Deputy. Last chance, are you hitching a ride with me or going for a Peggie pick-up? John is going to have a field day with ya." As he said that, he stepped on the gas enough for the vehicle to inch forward, clearly enjoying the precicament Sébastien had found himself in and how riled up he got at his words. "Who's John?", he asked as he settled into the passenger seat. "It's a long story, short one is: someone you don't want to mess with. How about you start tellin' me how you ended up here and why these three were chasing you?" "It's a long story.", Sébastien parrotted back, finding himself unable to shake off the bitereness at the man's previous comments. "Cheer up, your Majesty. I should be sulking at you for almost denting my truck, after the hassle it was to steal." "I have a name. And you stole a truck?" Calahan rolled his eyes, "Among other things. So, what should I call you for short because I ain't reciting that long-ass name back to you…"

His hands crossed over his chest as Calahan put the truck into drive, "Nothing." "Rubber ducky it is, then." "Maurizio's fine.", he grumbled, causing the Deputy to laugh again. So happy to be providing entertainment for you. "That wasn't even among the names you listed, chief. I think." "It's what friends call me." "Uh-oh, did I get upgraded to a friend?" "Absolutely not." "Ouch.", Calahan rubbed his chest, "Hurts almost as a bullet. You part of a dynasty?" "Something like that. Why were they shooting at me?" "Cult took over after we tried to arrest their leader, has the whole county on lockdown and communications cut off, hence why I was askin' how you got here." "What, I don't look like a local?" He snorted, "Do I start with your outfit, posh accent, or long name that won't fit on a name tag?" "I'm regretting my choice to hitchhike already." "Hey, no offense. You asked. Plus, you need to flag me down first, not jump out in the middle of the road like you're trying to trap me into paying you damages." Sébastien ignored the apology, "How do I get to Missoula?" "You listening to anything I just said? Or did you hit your head as you fell down? Lockdown." Denial seeped into his system at the fact he was stranded in the wrong place, "I need a ride to Missoula." "Can't do."

"I will pay you.", he patted the inside pocket of his suit, the wad of cash he carried around for emergencies giving him a sense of comfort. "As tempting as that sounds, we're in a middle of a holy war, so I can't be your personal driver." "I need to make a call then. You got a cell?" He had left his own behind, knowing his father would immediately track him down otherwise, now he kind of wished he would have left a trail to follow. Certainly, would have solved his 'stuck in the middle of a hostile conflict' problem promptly. Calahan groaned, "You truly ain't listening." The truck drove past a sign announcing they're entering 'Fall's End.', and his attention drifted off again, forcing his reluctant driver to call out his nickname. "What?" "I asked if you're fine making a quick stop on the way to the doctor's. I know you have to get that fatal wound treated ASAP." "Stop where?" Various structures lined the road on both sides, some burned down, others appearing like they had housed a face-off or two. "Here.", the vehicle rolled to a stop in front of a relatively spared building, the neon sign of a woman in just her bikini and a set of wings drawing his gaze. "A bar? It's barely past noon." He had no idea why he had even muttered that, considering he himself had participated in far worse activities in his lifetime, ones that often created a media storm Frank Gallagher-Kerring paid a fortune to bury. "You can stay in the car, posh boy. I won't be long."

Calahan didn't wait for his reply, quickly exiting the car without sparing him a look as he strutted inside the bar. "Fuck this.", Sébastien slammed the door with way too much force, contemplating if he should try to track down a working phone line, no matter how much he dreaded crawling back to his father that soon. This is hardly a proper rebellion. At the end, he dragged himself towards the bar, the bell's jiggle cutting off whatever conversation Calahan was having with a woman and by the knowing look she gave him, he was most likely the subject of it. "Mary May, this is…", Hartley paused, expecting he would just introduce himself, then turned around to shoot him a glance, "Humor me. I saved your life." "Sébastien Gallagher-Kerring." "Hilarious. You forgot like 20 names." "Whatcha drinking?", the blonde nodded his way. "Organic tea?" Before he knew it, she was placing a quick kiss against Calahan's cheek before backing away with an annoyed expression, "I hate you, you know that, Rookie?" "The feeling of being right.", he sighed and locked his hands at the nape of his neck, leaning back in the chair he was occupying. "Sorry, I'm lost.", Sébastien uttered out as he slid into the seat next to his. "You're in a bar in Montana.", Mary May began and placed an empty glass in front of him, "Closest you'd get to me making you tea, even at lunch is serving you lukewarm water with some of my spit in it. Organic." Calahan leaned in, whispering loudly, "Also known as blatant disrespect. Which I would advise against." "Damn right. You order liquor.", she chimed in as she poured him a drink, "With how pale you are, it might even do you some good."

"Man went through his first Peggie encounter, Angel." "And then Zorro got to his face and bold choice of outfit, too?" It was the second time someone had commented on his face, making him wonder if he wanted to see the damage done by his landing while his hand ran across his clean-shaven cheek. "Skydiving." At the same moment Calahan said, "Maurizio hugged a tree… and it hugged him back." "No wonder he asked for organic tea." "He is also in the room.", Sébastien retorted back before he brought the glass to his lips, hoping the alcohol look make his situation seem less hopeless, or at least take care of the constant dull pain in his arm. The bell chimed behind him, and while he ignored the sound, choosing to wallow in his bad luck, Hartley spun around in his seat and let out a low whistle directed at whoever had arrived. "Chief! Come meet a noble." "Noble?", there was humor in the newcomer's voice as he slapped his back and leaned against the bar. Sébastien could feel him staring and he reluctantly lifted his gaze, meeting a pair of friendly blue eyes. "See this face, ducky? You see someone like him but covered in tattoos and rambling about sin and the Power of Yes,", Calahan waves his hand towards the man's face like he was giving a lesson, "you run the other way. Preferably not in front of my truck." "Very funny, Cal.", the dark haired man grumbled out, before reaching his arm across him for a handshake, "Leslie Parish. Don't mind him. I look nothing like John." "Still in denial." "Sébastien Gallagher-Kerring." "Well, now that you two are acquainted, Les, do you feel like givin' me a hand and taking this one to the doc? Peggies gave him a boo-boo." After blowing a kiss to Mary May Calahan jumped out of his chair, pushing the door open just as Leslie finally realized he was being entrusted to take care of a complete stranger, "Should I expect trouble?" He smirked at the question, "From me or him? Both debatable."

Tagging @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefable @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @direwombat @purplehairsecretlair @jillvalentinesday @unholymilf @florbelles @madparadoxum @strafethesesinners @nightbloodbix @voidika @theelderhazelnut @clicheantagonist @wrathfulrook @dumbassdep @cassietrn @trench-rot @g0dspeeed @harmonyowl @aceghosts @shegetsburned @onehornedbeast and anyone that would like to share anything this week <3

#took ages to nail his faceclaim but boooooy i'm so stoked bcs it's just how I picture him <3 <3 <3 #also baby boy so has a posh accent; so read the lines accordingly <3 #I've never laughed so much while writing a scene; I swear Seb is something else :D #Also there's a whole story behind why friends call him Maurizio #oc: sébastien gallagher-kerring #wip: in hope of tomorrow #wip whenever #wip wednesday #far cry 5 oc #fc5 ocs #snippets #dialogue snippet #myedits #character inspiration #character reference #character dynamics #wip tag #fc5 fandom #fc5 fic #character moodboard #moodboard

[vince-linder]

Something bout relationships

Oh no, they are fighting. But they should be all happy, giddy husbands, right? Nah. No marriage or relationship is ever just happy. And this one isnt an exception at all. But dw, they still love eo. Lil writing wip towards the pic under the cut <3

"Johnny?" Vin set down his cup and stood up from the desk, just to sit down back next to his partner. "Mmh?", he looked up from his guitar to his husband, his brows furrowed in a questioning manner. Johnny was trying to finish this song, and usually Vince wouldnt interrupt him with not important stuff at times like this. Vince scooted a bit closer, hesistating to directly spit out what he was thinking for a while and needed to adress badly. "You know, we are kinda in a poly-ship with Ker and Vel, right?" A screeching sound from the guitar strings was the only sound for a moment between them. "What-" Vince took a deep breath and looked at his husband, playing around with the ring on his hand. A small smile formed on his lips as all the memories flooded him. "Come on Johnny. I dont mean it in any negative way, but-" "No. No fucking but. We are not in ANY relationship with them. At all.", Johnny stared at him angrily, like he just took the biggest punch in the guts.

After a moment of silence, Johnny stood up and paced through the living room. And Vince fully well knew to just let him ponder for a few minutes, give him room to let out all the anger and negative emotions. Still watching Johnnys ever step, seeing him attempt to say something a few times, just to close his mouth again before speaking. Finally he stopped in his movement and looked at Vince, less angry and more confused now, but still so full of energy. Vince almost smirked, but he knew to well that it would only enrage Johnny right now, but good god, was he cute like that.

"What do you mean with that even?", finally Johnny found his words, even in a kinda calm and collected manner. "Well. We spend much time together, either staying at our Mansion, or Kers. We slept together in one bed quite a few times. We have very casually Sex between the four of us. We go on Dates together, all four of us, just me and Vel or you and Ker. This feels quite a bit like dating-light, dont you think?" Vince watched him again, but this time dont gave him the room to say something against it, but stood up and placed his hands on Johnnys hips. He could feel the slight reaction, the minimal shock of Johnny, but he would not jump away form his husband. Not anymore. "I know you try to make us all believe that you dont like Vel-" "I do not like him, that is no make believe." "Mhm. Sure. Thats why the two of you cuddle together on the couch with Nibbles, watching goofy sitcoms? Or that the reason why you want him on your lap when nobody else is around? Or maybe-" "Stop it Vin! I am not into him, and I do not like him!", the anger was boiling in the rockerboy and now he pushed Vince from himself to start once more to pace through the room. "I am only doing this for your and Kers sake. Not for this homeless idiot. He is taking advantage of both of you, nothing more, nothing less." "No. Come on Johnny, you dont mean that." "I fully mean that V! How can you be so blind? He searched a sugardaddy and found two! Congrats."

"Johnny-", a sigh left Vince as he tried to calm his husband down again, carefully placing his hands without much pressure on Johnnys forearms. Johnny stopped and stared at Vince, the anger boiling in his gaze, his muscles twitching from the deep overstimulating emotions. "I know this is a tricky topic for you, and I know you still have your very personal problems with your sexuality besides everything me, but please. I know you dont mean it like this, J. It is a weird situation, I know that. I never thought that anything alike would happen, especially after all we been through. After all we tested with Ker and Billy. But things change, and I -" "Nothing changed on that part." Johnny crossed his arms and was fully pouting "Sure I enjoy the sex with Ker, he's a good lover. But thats all." "Mhm. Sure.", Vince shook his head amused by Johnnys antics "Thats why its always Vel on your cock, because you love Ker that much."

Anger, hatred, a nervous twitching that almost looked like he holded back to just punch him straight, all that played in Johnnys face and body for a few seconds, staring at Vince for this comment and his attitude. "That-that isn't true. Yall just cannot get enough of my cock, thats it."

Vince rolled his eyes, but he was used to Johnnys defensive stance towards anything about his sexuality. Of course, Johnny Silverhand wasnt gay or even bi. He was just slightly into one man, and that only because they shared a brain. Nothing more. He would never enjoy anything else. Vin let go of Johnnys arms and turned, heading to the window and staring outside for a moment. As always, the city was loud and agressive. Just like their situation right now, maybe it was again time for a trip through the badlands to detox from it all.

"V-", his voice was almost apoleptic, somewhat deeply hurt. This man was full of trauma he would never truely be done with. But Vin didnt turned. He didnt wanted it to be such a big fight to get Johnny to even admit he may enjoyed being around Vel and Ker much lately. But he should have seen it coming. The last time they tried something kinda poly, it escalated even quicker, and much more violently. He leaned his forehead against the window, the glass cooling his mind. "What do you wanna hear from me, Johnny? All I said is true. We both know this. But you are still not able to be true to yourself. You are still trying-" he stopped in his words as he felt Johnnys arms wrapping around him, and the head of the rockerboy being on his shoulder. "I know.", was all Johnny said before he just silently cuddled with Vince. Vince closed his eyes for a moment and leaned against the frame of his rockerboy husband, a silent laugh escaping him "You know, that you are an idiot?" "Mmh. And you are a dumbass. Thats why we fit together so well." Vince turned in his embrace, facing him with a cheeky grin. "So you really not gonna admit that you like Vel?" "Never gonna happen." "Cause you know, you gonna be alone here with him next weekend, right?" Johnny looked confused at him, trying to get why that should be the case. "He's not with Kerry?" "Nah. Kerry gonna be on this little Promo Party, in Pacifica. And I am on a big gig. Kids spending the weekend at Mamá Welles.", Vince smile grew, as he saw the realization in Johnnys face bloom. "So its just me and Vel." "Mhm" "I not gonna survive this."

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #male v #cyberpunk2077 #silverv #vincesmidt #otpbluerocker #mention of vel and ker #wip wednesday #wip whenever #ig thats writing from the main timeline fic in the end #because thats just the canon #double V for the win #otp: poly with extra steps

[ahb-writes]

"I read."

(from American Auto S1E02: "White Van")

#reading #writing #writeblr #i read #wholesome background research #doesnt always look wholesome #michael benjamin washington #harriet dryer #ana gasteyer #humphrey ker #x mayo #smart black guy #wins the scene again

[timaeusterrored]

“He is 60 years your junior, Kerry!”

“Lou, I said not in front of them.”

Vax stopped by the sudden argument in the living area. He had gotten back from a job, and luckily was clean and not hurt. He didn’t want to give Louise another reason to try and find a thing wrong with him.

He had tried everything to prove he wasn’t using Kerry. Playing with Kim, trying to bond with Ted, paying for dinner every night they had gone out. She was convinced it was an act for her.

“Yes in front of them! They deserve to know-“

“Not in front of them, Louise. That is my fucking line.”

Vax scanned the house, and found the kids sitting upstairs. The Villa was open floor and everyone in the place could hear them. But he couldn’t help but admire Kerry not wanting to fight where they could hear him.

“I like Vax.” A tiny voice from upstairs suddenly said, making the ex couple look up. Kerry rubbed his face.

“Kimmy baby please not now.” Kerry tried, but he could hear her running down the stairs.

“He’s nice! He let me braid his hair and took my advice that pink looks good on him!”

V couldn’t stop his smile, knowing he shouldn’t be listening to this. He wasn’t their family. Louise saw him as a boytoy using Kerry for his money and body. He barely let him buy him a birthday present.

“That’s not the issue, Kim. Go back with your brother-“

“Why don’t you like him? He’s nice! Tell her Teddy!” Kim urges her older brother, who had followed her down.

“…He’s cool, I guess.”

Oh wow. That was a massive fucking compliment coming from Ted.

“Theodore-“

“Louise, enough. He’s not using me, us. He’s the last person that would ever hurt us.” Kerry said, it was the calmest V had ever heard him in an argument. But the reason was him not wanting to lose his cool in front of his kids.

Maybe he should make himself known.

He walked back, opening and closing the door once again and the voices stopped.

“I’m home!” He called, hearing Kim run to greet him first.

“Vax! Did your friends like your hair?” She asked when he scooped her up. V had made a comment about his friends possibly loving the new look.

“They did actually, my friend Claire made me a pink drink today to match!” He matched her excitement easily, smiling when he saw his man approaching. He leaned in for a kiss, hearing Kim squeal.

“Grossss!” She squealed when Kerry blew a raspberry into her cheek.

“How’s sushi sound for dinner?” Kerry asked softly, but V could feel the tense energy in his shoulders.

“Sounds perfect.”

#I’m not proud of this I was cringing while writing it #but I’m also not vibing rn #anyway #yeah Louise didn’t like Vax at first #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #Louise Nordin Eurodyne #the Eurodyne family #cyberpunk ted and kim #Ted Eurodyne #Kim Eurodyne #cyberpunk v #male v #kerry x v #kerry eurodyne x v #kerry #ker x v #male v cyberpunk #vax eurodyne #kerry eurodyne x male v #kerry x male v #kerry x masc v #v x kerry #male v x kerry #v x kerry eurodyne

[raesilth]

First Short Story is Now Up!

7 months and 8000 words later and I have completed the first story which should be a nice launch point for my setting. I am SUPER proud of how it turned out. Please give it a read if you wanna see my silly characters Going Through It. Main TWs are for trauma and emotional abuse.

Thank You!

#short story #writing #Ræsilth #Hion #Afol #Kers

[rorybluez]

@greenbirdtrash it's not push notifs by the way, i just have biological built-in reflexes to your posts. Naturally y'now

#greenbirdtrash #etsulovesonceler #onceler fandom #oops i'm afraid i didn't like ur recent post cuz i was writing this #i'm so ashamed of myself kers #believe me

[charmspoint]

In the wake of Maki leaving the Zenin clan, Mai wrestles with the complicated feelings she has about her sister and their relationship.

Here's a fic i write of the Entwined Zine's extra pdf! We are in leftovers right now so check it out if you're a fan of the zenin twins

#lucy does a write #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #mai zenin #maki zenin #zenin twins #i love writing complicated sibling relationships okay #one of the rare non satosugu fics that is ker approved

[cardvngreenbriar]

dude i'm in the mood for a contemporary romance book but they're all either poorly written or somehow dubc*n i'm SOOOOOOO mad

#mich.txt #emily henry you will ALWAYS be famous #anyway i'm in the mood for hockey but when i tell you i caved and opened ice bre*ker hoooooooboy quit in chapter 1 #the writing was ASSSSSSS i was miserable #anyway ! #are these books getting published on the first draft?????? #i'm desperate for a good one and i refuse to listen to booktok that is a cesspool of every bitch who didn't suffer a wattpad phase

[putawayurhalo]

Emergency Contact

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: ANGST LIKE SO MUCH ANGST I’M SORRY Blood - mentioned a lot. Some swearing, Steve still being “into” Nancy. BARELY EDITED BECAUSE I HATE READING MY OWN WORK

Author’s Note: idk I had sudden inspiration to write because of the new PTV song so this came out of my mind and into your laps. Have fun crying like I did <3 Also potentially a sequel I don’t know depends on my mood lol. also we’re fudging the release date for heathers because this is fiction and i can do whatever i want.

Main Masterlist

“Oh come on Harrington, you can’t really still be stuck on Wheeler’s older sister.” (Y/N) asked Steve as the two watched Nancy and Jonathan walk out of the diner together. The girl turned her head to look at him when she didn’t get a response and once she saw the look on his face she sighed before stealing a fry off his plate and then walking his arm, the fry he had been holding falling back on to the plate, “Seriously, Steve… we went over this two years ago and then again a year and a half ago, she’s moved on… you had moved on.” She whispered the last part before eating the fry she had stolen. 

Steve finally turned his attention toward his best friend, well second best friend if you were to ask Robin even though she’d also admit Steve was closer with (Y/N). “I know, (Y/N/N) it’s just… I think I’ll always love her, you know?”

“Yeah I know.” (Y/N) muttered under her breath before leaning back and giving out an exaggerated sigh. 

“It’s like you and Munson.” Steve shrugged and went back to eat his food.

“Me and Munson?” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him, “What the hell are you on about?”

Steve stopped lifting his burger toward his mouth and raised an eyebrow back at her, “You’re wearing his shirt right now aren’t you?” He pointed toward the shirt she was wearing with his pinkie.

“Steve, you fucking dingus.You know I’ve been going to the campaign nights with Dustin since you won’t go with him and one of those nights I filled in for Gareth, he had a date with Emma - and before you ask yes, cheerleader Emma, the one who was best friends with Chrissy. He couldn’t reschedule it and Eddie was having a hissy fit so Dustin asked if I could fill in since Erica was also busy. I got the shirt for winning a damn fight with a high level boss, solo. Munson did that shit on purpose too, you know he makes my life a living hell for his own entertainment; why would I ever have a thing for him?” (Y/N) rambled on and Steve just smiled as she talked. “Oh, now you’re doing this on purpose, getting me to talk so you can prove a nonexistent point. Good job Steve!” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“You know, I actually wasn’t doing that this time… but good to know you don’t like him.” Steve finished the last bite of his burger.

“I don’t not like him.” (Y/N) started, “I’m just not into him like that. I’m into someone else.”

“And who’s that? Mmm (Y/N)?” Steve teasingly asked her.

“None of your business, Steven.” She smirked at her best friend and reached for another fry, he wacked her hand away and she gasped.

“What did I tell you? I’m like a ninja.” He laughed at his own joke and she laughed slightly.

“Speaking of ninjas,” She began, “You know Emma’s hosting the Halloween party this year… she invited me when I saw her at Corroded Coffin’s gig the other night, do you want to go?” She asked him not really looking at his face knowing how he feels about Halloween parties. 

“(Y/N), you know I don’t do Halloween parties…” Steve spoke softly.

(Y/N) looked up at him and was met with sad eyes, “I know Steve, but it’s my favorite holiday and this is the first time I’ve actually been invited to one of these parties… I wanted to go with my best friend. Besides I already asked Robin and she works that night but said you were off…”

“I’m only off in case the kids need a ride home from that party.” Steve told her as he finished his fries, before pulling her plate closer to him. This has become a habit between the two of them, she always orders the waffles but can never finish them and steals fries from his plate, while Steve eats the rest of her waffles. It’s a win-win for both of them.

“So why not already be there? Saves you time.” She smiled at him hopefully.

“(Y/N), no.” He took a bite of the waffle.

“Oh come on, there’s no greater vengeance than learning to enjoy again, going to a Halloween party with the queen of Halloween, instead of someone who dresses up like a boring character. Someone who actually knows how to have fun.” (Y/N) was hoping he’d get the message she was trying to give him.

“Nancy knows how to have fun.” Steve replied back, he didn’t receive it.

“Yeah with Jonathan, but you’ve never had fun at a Halloween party unless your mouth was attached to a keg stand. Please, Steve, just do this one time and then you’ll never have to do anything like this ever again.” She begged him.

“The answer is still no.” He told her as the waitress came by with the check. 

“Steve… look I get it, things are still hard for me to do especially after, you know… and if my therapist has taught me anything, nobody’s shatter-resistant.” She followed Steve out of the booth and towards the door after he left more than enough money on the table. “And I know it’s tiring to hide how you’re feeling around everyone, but it’s also tiring not talking about it.” She looked at him as he walked towards his car, “We promised to keep each other safe after Vecna attacked me… and Steve,” She paused for a minute and Steve looked up at her and saw the look on her face, one he had seen more than he would have liked to. The same look he’d see when he’d wake her up from her nightmares in the middle of the night, “I don’t feel safe going without you.”

Steve stood there for a minute before shaking his head, “Fine, I’ll go.”

(Y/N) smiled at him and ran over to him, hugging him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I have so many costume ideas, I think she you should be something villainy and I should bring the sex appeal.” She pulled away from him slightly and wiggled her eyebrows causing Steve to groan and light pushed away, not wanting her to actually let him go.

“You two are a cute couple.” The waitress told them as she walked past them with a cigarette in her hand.

“Oh we’re no-” (Y/N) started but Steve interrupted her, “Thank you, Stacy.”

So there stood Steve in a black trench coat, a blue flannel and grey t-shirt underneath, blue jeans on, as he stood next to (Y/N) who wore a grey cardigan, a black bralette, and a blue plaid skirt, “I know the skirt isn’t an exact match but it was all I could find in my budget.” (Y/N) spoke to Max who was wearing her Michael Myers mask yet again. 

“I would have bought it for you.” Steve grumbled as he took a sip of his beer. 

“Steve we went over this, you need to stop buying things for me.” (Y/N) turned toward him.

“Yeah, Steve, you need to stop buying things for her.” Max smirked at the duo. 

Steve glared at her, “Don’t you have a boyfriend to go bother?”

“We broke up again, but I’ll leave you…alone… with (Y/N).” She smirked again before wheeling away.

“These damn kids.” Steve muttered low enough for (Y/N) to hear. She giggled and stole his cup, “No (Y/N), wa-”

“Oh gross,” She gagged, “Could have warned me it was beer.” She stuck her tongue out like the air would make the taste go away.

“I did try to warn you.” Steve took the cup back from her.

“Come with me to the kitchen, maybe they’ll have vodka in there.” (Y/N) smiled at him and grabbed his hand leading him to the kitchen but as they turned a corner she noticed Jonathan and Nancy. “On second thought, I don’t need a drink, let’s go dance.” She tried to drag Steve but with the little strength she had he didn’t budge and continued into the kitchen.

“Oh.” He said before walking towards the counter, hand never dropping (Y/N)’s. He handed her his cup and reached for another one before pouring some of the bottled lemonade in the cup before a few splashes of vodka and pushing it towards her.

“Thank you.” She told him quietly as her eyes kept switching from looking at him and then over at Nancy and Jonathan as they made their way toward them.

“Nice costumes you two.” Nancy tells them sincerely with a smile, Steve’s back still towards them.

“Thanks, Nance.” (Y/N) smiles at her before taking a sip of the drink Steve just made her. 

“Wait… are you two JD and Veronica from Heathers?” Jonathan asked her.

(Y/N) smiled and nodded several times, “Oh my God, yes! I’m so happy someone other than Max recognized the costumes.” Steve watched her as her excitement grew, oh, he thought. He let out a small sigh as he turned to look at Nancy and Jonathan.

“Isn’t that the movie you dragged me to, Jon? The one I kept saying the lead looked like your mom?” Nancy asked him. Jonathan simply nodded in response with a small smile.

“Are you two dressed as Charlie and Maverick from Top Gun?” (Y/N) asked them. Steve finally looks at Nancy’s costume, (Y/N) watches as he frowned and her excitement and smile died down.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure Jonathan is over watching that movie with me.” Nancy laughed.

“You two have rented it enough times at the store you practically own it now.” Steve muttered but everyone heard him. (Y/N) offered the couple an apologetic smile before gripping Steve’s hand tighter.

“If you’ll excuse us, this one owes me at least one dance.” (Y/N) joked before saying bye to the duo.

“Steve, what the fuck was that?” She asked him as they got into the middle of where everyone was dancing.

“Nothing.” He muttered, “How do you think Emma got these LED lights hung up?” 

(Y/N) looked up at the ceiling, “The stage light ones? Her brother owns that club Eddie’s band plays at, she probably borrowed some of his.” She shrugged and felt like she had been yelling at him over the speakers, they could not handle the bass of the song whatsoever, she did not borrow them from that club. She looked back at Steve who was already looking at her, “You look good under the LEDs!” She shouted at him before finishing her drink. She made a face as she had gotten to the bottom realizing how much vodka Steve had put into the drink.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Steve asked her.

“What?” (Y/N) asked in response, she couldn’t really hear him.

“Were you ever going to tell me you like Jonathan?” He asked her louder this time.

“Huh?” She still couldn’t hear him.

“WERE YOU EVER GOING TO TELL ME YOU LIKE JONATHAN?!” He shouted this time but the song had switched to a softer one and everyone around them heard.

(Y/N) just looked at him in disbelief, “You have got to be fucking kidding me?” She scoffed and pushed past him and walked toward the back door. Nancy and Jonathan watched as she walked past them, tears in her eyes. Nancy went to follow her but Jonathan grabbed her arm and motioned towards Steve following her. The duo had heard what Steve had said and both knew the answer to the question… any one with eyes could tell how in love (Y/N) was with Steve, everyone but Steve himself apparently. 

As Steve followed her, the kids were close behind, even Eddie, Gareth, and Emma were. Nancy and Jonathan stopped them from following, shaking their heads. Steve needed to deal with this on his own and without an audience. 

“(Y/N).” Steve called out to her.

“Leave me alone.” She told him as she continued walking holding the cardigan closer to her body.

“(Y/N), you know I can’t do that, we promised each other.” He reached out towards her but she turned fast causing him to jump back. He saw the tears on her cheeks and the mascara running.

“Then let me out of this damn friendship. Go and be fucking sad watching Jonathan and Nancy be in love, I don’t care anymore, because at least no longer being friends with you would fucking hurt less than starving for a glimmer of your fucking attention and time. I’m so sick of this tug-a-war like game with you, a game of you pushing me away from thinking you might actually love me back and then you pull me in and make me think you could really love me, you don’t Steve. You never will, and you never have. And I’m so sick of waiting for the start of… never mind it doesn’t matter, it will always be Nancy fucking Wheeler for you, and I’m sorry I can’t be her.” She let out a sob before turning around and running off into the woods, silently thanking herself for wearing boots instead of heels.

Steve stood there for a minute before turning back toward the house and running back to it and through the crowd toward the front door, “Steve, where’s (Y/N)?” Max asked him as she wheeled after him.

“In the woods.” He replied.

“You just let her go in the woods by herself?” Dustin asked loud enough that Eddie heard. Eddie might tease the girl a little but he viewed her as a sister, he immediately pushed past Dustin and followed Steve towards his car.

“Harrington, I swear to God, if you get into that fucking car right now after letting her run into the woods by herself I will not hesitate to break the side mirrors and then your nose with my bare fists.” Eddie threatened him.

Steve ignored him and opened his trunk, grabbing the nail bat and a flashlight from the trunk.

“You still have those in there?” Lucas asked, Steve nodded before shutting the trunk and walking towards the house again.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asked him as she started to follow him toward the back door.

“Finding the girl I love.” He told her, but Nancy’s small hand on his arm stopped him in his tracks.

“You’re going alone. The last time one of us did that or went with one other person, they were attacked by a…” She trailed off, “She’s one of us, Steve. We’re all going to look for her.”

“I’ll call, Hop, let him know.” Jonathan spoke, before asking Emma if he can borrow her phone. 

The kids all started to follow, “Nuh uh, none of you are coming.” Steve stopped them, “You’re staying here with Jonathan.”

“Oh come on, Steven. We’re not kids anymore.” Mike rolled his eyes.

“No, but you’re still minors. So suck it up and deal with it.” Steve turned towards Max, “I’m bringing her back. I promise.” He looked at Max, her vision wasn’t 100% back and none of them were sure it ever would be, but her biggest help dealing with everything was (Y/N), she was like a sister to her.

“You better, Harrington, or I’ll run your feet over with my wheelchair.” Max was both jokingly and genuinely threatening him.

Steve nodded before looking towards the forest, and taking off to find her. He had walked for maybe three minutes before he heard her screaming. He followed the sounds of her screaming and found her, a demogorgon on top of her, one hand’s claws in her shoulder, the other hand close to her abdomen. 

“(Y/N)!” Steve shouted and ran toward her bat ready to hit the demogorgon. The demogorgon took notice of Steve and growled in his direction before going towards him, scratching (Y/N)’s abdomen on its way toward him. Steve swung the bat at the creature hitting it pretty hard but not enough to take it out, Steve kept swinging  and hitting it but was running out of stamina. He gave it one more good wack before it had seemed to be knocked out. Steve ran towards where she laid and looked at her wounds, “Keep your eyes open for me angel.” He told her and she nodded but coughed.

“Steve…” she muttered as she looked at him, she looked past him and her eyes went wide, “Steve!” She coughed again.

“What? What darling?” He asked her and all she could do was point and cough.

The demogorgon had gotten up and was heading straight toward the duo, “Steve… go.” She pleaded with him.

“I’m not leaving you. Not again.” He told her before reaching for his bat. (Y/N) mustered up all the strength she had left and pushed him out of the way as the demogorgon reached the two of them, the creature hitting her straight in the stomach and she gasped from the pain. 

“(Y/N)! NO!” Steve screamed at her, as he heard her cry in pain. He didn’t even notice Nancy and Eddie running towards them, Nancy with a shotgun and Eddie with the make-shift shield and spear Erica and Lucas had made for him, El trailing right behind them. Nancy shot at the demo and Eddie running toward (Y/N) blocking her from being attacked again as the demo’s attention was now redirected toward Nancy and El. Steve scrambled over toward them and held (Y/N) close to him.

“Talk to me, angel.” Steve stroked her hair. 

“Wrong movie, Steve.” She smiled at him, Eddie turned toward them with a worried look as he saw the smile she gave him… it was the same kind Eddie had given Dustin when he thought he was dead. 

“I know. I know, but saying greetings and salutations at a time like this felt wrong.” (Y/N) giggled slightly before coughing again, blood coming out this time and onto Steve’s shirt.

“Oh my God, Steve, I’m sorry.” (Y/N) apologized as she continued to cough.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled at her and held her close. (Y/N)’s coughing died down and her eyes began to close, “Darling, you’ve got to stay awake for me.”

“I know… it’s just hard to keep my eyes open.” She coughed again, more blood.

“Tell me what you wanted to say earlier, the start of what?” Steve watched as El lifted the demo up and slammed it against a tree, Nancy still firing her gun at it.

“The start of things that I want?” She asked looking up at Steve. He nodded, “My happily-ever-after. I wanted that with yo-” She began to cough more and started choking before she swallowed some of the blood back down.

“We’ve got to get her out of here, Harrington.” Eddie looked at Steve, who nodded again and put his arms under her knees and around her waist, careful not to touch where the demogorgon had stabbed. He ran as fast as his legs would take him, out of the woods and towards Eddie’s van.

“Steve…” (Y/N) whispered, he could barely hear her over the sound of the van’s engine but he heard her.

“Yes, angel?” He asked her, low enough where Eddie couldn’t hear them.

“Tell me…” She coughed again, “Tell me you love me even if it’s not real. I just want to hear it once before I go.” 

“No, you’re not leaving me, you’re my angel, you can’t leave me.” Steve had tears streaming down his face as he held her closer.

“Ste-” She coughed, “-ve, we both know I’m dying right now. Please just tell me.” She was crying now too and coughing continuously.

“I love you.” Steve whispered to her, “I love you so much but you’re not dying, you’re too fucking strong to let go. You’re a fucking angel… you’re my angel and after we get you to the hospital and after you get better I’m taking you on an amazing date. Not just to the diner.”

“But I like the diner.” She hummed into his chest.

“We’ll go to the diner, and then we’ll watch all your favorite movies.” 

“Even Halloween?” She asked softly, her eyes fluttering closed as her breath became shaky. 

“Yes, even Halloween, and Nightmare on Elm Street, and Gremlins… all of them.” Steve laughed a little bit as he held her closer, “And especially Heathers, I know how much you love that one.” Steve looked down to gage her response but he got nothing, only her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. “(Y/N)?... (Y/N)?! EDDIE HURRY THE FUCK UP!”

“I’M TRYING HARRINGTON BUT IT’S HALLOWEEN NIGHT THERE’S A BUNCH OF KIDS WALKING AROUND!” Eddie shouted back at him.

“RUN THEM OVER, I DON’T CARE!” 

“Hop, how is she?” Max asked as her and the rest of them got into the ICU waiting room. It had been over twelve hours since they last heard anything on their friend, Hopper shook his head and pointed over to where Eddie was sitting with Dustin.

“Where’s Steve?” She asked Eddie as she wheeled over to him.

“He hasn’t left her side since they told us we were allowed to see her. It’s just two at a time.” Eddie told her.

“We were waiting for you, we know you’re closer to her than any of us.” Dustin nodded his head, “I can take you back there, Max.” 

Max simply nodded and followed Dustin as he led her towards the room, “Is that Steve?” Max asked Dustin as they got closer to the room, the two noticing Steve sleeping on the small couch in the room. (Y/N) had wires attached to her from the monitors, Max looked over at Dustin in shock, Dustin just shook his head and wheeled her the rest of the way.

“Chief, does she have anyone else we can call?” Max overheard a nurse ask Hopper.

“The one person she has as an emergency contact is already in there.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #kers writes

[silverhandj]

Johnny Silverhand actually had a few solo albums that no one remembers because it's too heavy handed in his political views and doesn't serve the way it did on Samurai because almost all the songs on Samurai were written, collaborated, and edited by Kerry Eurodyne who actually had ALL the star talent in Samurai but was outshined by Johnny Silverhand because he became both a sex symbol and knew how to deliver those lyrics.

Am I saying Kerry also influenced and updated and styled his rockstar fits with the way they both always matched outfits? Yeah, that too.

What I'm saying is Kerry is the only person alive who had Johnny wrapped around his finger and Johnny was OK with it and willingly went along with it.

#I'd write a meta on the JohnnyKerry dynamic but all u need to know is that Johnny gave Kerry the keys to world Kerry thrived in #(samurai; successful and iconic and timeless) #and made his peace with Ker; and will always unconditionally love him(he doesn't understand the feeling entirely but he knows its peaceful)

[poisonousquinzel]

the amount of just pure married energy,,, and their lil selves in the corner 

#they're literally married #wives #in the flesh #in the writing #love that for them <3 #from the batman the adventures continue comic <3 #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #harlivy #dc comics #I shall shove d*ni's writing to the side and enjoy the art and it alone #<33 and what about it ? #I in fact have enough brain power to know that this takes place in the BTAS and that this green skinned ivy is a clone 99% of the time she #appears <3 #and that that is in fact. not. pamela. isley. in the flesh. #before i have anyone go and actually read that comic and take ivy's brief moments of mild snippy-ness and decide it counts as similar #behavior to that of j*ker #'tis a clone #canonically. 'tis a clone.

[medicaltechnician]

trying to write a xmas letter for my heavy and I’m trying soooo so hard, not to just, make it obvious I like him.

Idk what to write though I’ve always been bad with words. I started writing smth and was like no thats too much bout me I can’t but, I think I do that when I’m nervous? (I also want him to know everything about me.) I also just do that, cause I’m a freak who can’t socialize good, I’m trying v hard

I also live in my own world all the time, like everything i’m observing and can’t really see the world. So this leads into the next point I’ve been thinking about, I’d be okay if I ended up becoming legally blind. Eventually, I’d probably bounce back fast (as I do that anyways with anything that fucks me up and then I loose it a year later lol). But I already don’t register whats happening around me most days, due to smth? Maybe it’s human nature.

I’m so fucking all over the place sorry needed to talk about that, anyways yes. Idk what to write I have so many thoughts and feelings but there’s no tangible words to them. They are a web of stuff in my head

#ker talks #holy thats a lot #bro i dont even know anymore tbh im just a creature existing #i need to write heavymedic in the pov of med #and not feeling love in a normal typical way #more of the fact of observing love and seeing emotions and living them but theyre both not my own and are #this is turning into another rant omg #ive had a lot of time to think today so its getting all jumbled i wanna put it out in words i suck at that tho #should start journaling #thats what this blog is for but i prefer paper and pencil #digital makes me jump more lol

[geralts-yenn]

Will this buy me anything?? (Wrong kind of bike for me, personally, but still...)

@raccoon-eyed-rebel , sadly there's no bikes in this story, because our lovely trio is on their way with this:

But yes, half naked bikers may get you a little snippet of 'hearts too big' 😍

Not a good idea! Not a good idea at all. Nervously you gazed at the hands of your boyfriend, drumming on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that was playing.  

His eyes lit up as he met yours through the rear view mirror. Your heart stopped for a beat. You were still so madly in love with Mel.

But then you turned your head to the passenger seat where Mikey sat. His feet were folded under his cute butt as he tried to make sense of the map that lay in his lap. 

You really tried not to crush on him. But soon after he moved into the apartment next to Mel you knew you had no chance. It was absolutely impossible not to fall for him. And this meant you were screwed.

#snippet #hearts too big #Mikey #Melot #bi-ker boys #my writing #rodent bestie

[timaeusterrored]

(More married life because I simply am not vibing)

V was taking his dirty boots off by the door, hearing the faint sound of a guitar somewhere in the open space of their home. He threw his officially ruined shirt away one the way to find his man, holding a small golden box in his hand.

Kerry was sitting outside by the pool, in V’s clothes. He leaned against the railing to watch him for a moment, then down at the box in his hand. It was unfair, he knew that, but he couldn’t resist. He didn’t want Kerry spending money on him, but he loved spoiling Kerry.

He whistled on his way down, catching his husband’s attention. The rocker out the guitar down and stood to meet him half away, kissing him deeply. He smiled, forgetting about the box for a moment bin favor of enjoying his welcome home kiss.

“What’s pressing against my back?” Kerry asked suspiciously, already onto V.

V just smiled innocently and brought his arm around to hold it between them. “Well, I saw this in that jewelry store you like-“

“Goddamnit V.” There was no real bite behind his words, holding the box. “Why?”

“Because I want too.” V hummed.

“Okay so lemme get this straight, you can buy me gifts, but I can’t buy you gifts?” Kerry asked, feeling V start to walk him backwards back to his seat so they could sit down.

“Yes exactly. And you do buy me things! Besides, you are my gift, Ker. You paid for my life to be saved and married me and made my life worth it. I couldn’t ask for more.” V moved the guitar and sat down, Kerry taking his place between V’s legs, back pressed against his chest.

“Fuck V..” he whispered, opening the case. He sat up fully to get a better look, pinching V’s inner thigh. V smiled at him, waiting.

“You don’t have to wear it.. but..” V pulled another box out of his pockets, sitting up around him. He opened his box in front of Kerry.

Inside both was a bracelet and a necklace. Kerry’s bracelet had an elegant V dangling from it, V’s necklace had a K hanging from it in the same font.

“You mess with your bracelets when you get nervous. I mess with J’s dog tags when I get nervous.. figured we could have something that reminded us of what we have waiting on a bad day.” He whispered into Kerry’s ear, then pressed a kiss to his cheek.

His husband was silent, and that was okay. Because they have been together long enough now to know his silence wasn’t hateful, it was processing. Processing V’s words and processing the reasoning behind the items in their hands. And Kerry simply offered V the bracelet.

“Can put it on myself.” He said, trying hard to keep the emotion out of his voice as V smiled in triumph. He helped Kerry put the bracelet on with the others he never took off and smiled, kissing his temple.

“You are the sappiest motherfucker on the planet.” Kerry mumbled, taking V’s necklace to help him put it on. “And for a guy that hates gold, you’re wearing a lot of it.” He said, tugging on his stolen chain after he was done.

“Just so happens my husband is Night City’s golden boy, figured I’d rep him as best as possible.” He said, putting the boxes on the ground and pulling Kerry closer.

“Your what?” Kerry looked up at him, the innocence on his face making V laugh.

“My husband, Kerry Eurodyne? May have heard of him a few times.”

“Right right right yeah, and what’s your name, gorgeous?” Kerry was way too good at this whole act, because V couldn’t stop smiling at him.

“Vax Eurodyne, may have heard of me too.”

“Right! You’re that sexy merc!” Kerry grinned at him; breaking character to give him a kiss.

“You enjoy that way to much.” V chuckled.

“Yeah well, can’t help that Vax Eurodyne is the sexiest name on the planet.”

#them✨ #Andrew?? writing fluff before 10am?? unheard of #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #cyberpunk v #male v #kerry x v #kerry #kerry eurodyne x v #ker x v #male v cyberpunk #vax eurodyne #kerry eurodyne x male v #kerry x male v #kerry x masc v #v x kerry eurodyne #male v x kerry #v x kerry

[toytulini]

blacklisted the jo/ker bc i cannot be normal about the joke/r. opens posts blacklisted for containing the jo/ker. close post without interacting bc i cannot be normal about the j/oker and i have to quarantinemy unhingedness which will not happen if i let myself interact with the post. i dont know what i expected

#toy txt post #quarantining my opinions on the character cos i hate him so fucking much but i could write him better but no its not worth it #id rather unexist his ass. holding myself back so i dont start unhinged fights w ppl making silly posts on the internet #with other characters that inspire similar feelings i can turn it funny but something about him is so fucking rage inducing #not even just like oh wah hes a nasty villain who does bad problematic stuff! im not talking about that im talking about #his characterization his physical design his E X I S T E N C E makes me so irrationally angry its so fucking. stupid lmao #there are few iterations ive seen of him that do not incite immediate rage response at him Existing as a Character lmao #very #few #and even those. are on thin fucking ice #i do not want the character to exist. this is such a stupid feud why am i like this. why does he exist. die #anyway. this post brought to you by. i opened a jo/ker post again #sorry if the dashes make this unreadable i dont want this going into his character tags. wah