Lyle Rath Core

they are so in love it's actually disgusting.

For them I might even step out of my comfort zone and write something else than x Reader

I swear I will get back to writing I just have to get over a crush one second

IKR RIGHT, He's adorable :D

And he evolved past the homunculus form..

Truly astonishing

Okay, what the fuck

I had some NSP on in the background (My favorite band out there and don't you disagree, they are actually the best)

And like, am I tripping or ist that Zach in the brown beanie?

Nah man this is insanity.

When I tell you that I watched this like 100 times without ever noticing the Oney Gang lmao, funny how recognition works

Heard.

LOUD and CLEAR

2014 zach hadel

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A Heartstruck Collision - CH2

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Pairing: Zach Hadel x f!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption and a weird hypothetical

A/N: Zach is mentioned for the first time let's goooo

Tags: If you wanna get tagged for the next chapters, just let me know!

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“Ughh, that is disgusting dude..” Ross closed his eyes, trying to shield his mind's eye from what Chris had just said. 

“Hey don’t shoot the messenger, I’m only re-telling what Zach asked me!” Chris said with a fit of giggles accompanying it. 

“Yeah but that’s like- No dude, I wouldn’t!” Another giggle from Chris who now looked over at you:

“Alright, (y/n) what do you think?” You really tried to ponder over the hypothetical but the alcohol in your bloodstream was telling you that ‘yes, and’ couldn’t be the answer to everything. “No, I wouldn’t!” 

The hypothetical stated that if you were alone in the world and the only other person was a relative, whether or not you’d sleep with them to save the human race. Nope, there was truly no comeback to counter this one.

“I’m still not convinced that Zach isn’t a social experiment.” Ross said, rubbing his eyes. You didn’t know who the guy was but apparently he had more of these theoretical situations which he regularly posed as questions to his friends. 

At this point, the bar was practically empty. Hayley and Raphael had left about an hour ago and if you were honest, you were growing quite tired as well. 

“By the way, what was that about Game Gyaru? Like where is it gonna be streaming?” 

Chris asked, clearly suppressing a yawn himself. 

Ross, Jackson and you looked at each other, Jackson just shrugged and returned the focus to his drink. “Well I guess for now the plan was to have the Pilot air on youtube and then i dunno, I think Arin said something about having talked with Netflix?” Ross frowned, not entirely sure if he was right about the thing. 

You nodded along, that was about what was written in the mails that went around.  

“Ugh but Netflix sucks with this kinda stuff. You won't even get any profit off of those media vampires.” Chris stated, the alcohol definitely turned him more confrontational. 

“Well what do you propose we should do then?” You asked.

“I mean, adult swim is like pretty fucking good with their creators. My friends also have a series on there and they never complained about anything.” 

Ross suddenly appeared to be in thought, Jackson had also perked up again. 

“Welp, anyway I think I'm gonna head home, tired as hell.” Chris stood up, you copied. Going home was definitely in order now. 

“We should talk to Arin about reaching out to Adult Swim, might be a good idea.” 

You agreed absentmindedly but that was a thought for tomorrow. 

Chris and you walked outside, the air hitting your lungs in a weird way. 

“Aw fuck..” you whispered. 

“Huh?” 

You truly were smart sometimes. Drinking alcohol when you still had to drive home. It was a short drive, yes, but still a bad idea. 

“I just realized I still gotta drive home, guess walking for 30 minutes is gonna sober me up nicely.” you let out a laugh realizing that getting angry about the situation wouldn't solve it regardless.  

“Oh shit, yeah you're right.” 

Chris probably wanted to go home but with your confession, he probably felt bad or that it would be awkward if he left now. Instead he put a hand on your shoulder, lightly tapping it with an apologetic smile. 

“I know we don't know each other but I could walk you home? Just for safety and all that. Or maybe Ross and Jack-” 

"Chriiis!" 

A car pulled up and stopped right in front of the bar. There was no traffic going on so there was no urgency to find a parking spot. 

“Lyle you son of a bitch- you're like what-” Chris looked at his phone. 

“1 ½ hours late! You stood me up man..” 

“Oh shit really?” The guy inside the car seemingly looked at the time and then started laughing. 

“Holy fuck I’m sorry!” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. Talk about time management. 

“You could drive us home though, that's (y/n) by the way. We've both got alcohol in our system so we need a ride.” 

Part of you wanted to protest, you didn't want to be a bother on your first day of meeting all of these people. The rational part of your brain decided against it though, Chris surely wouldn't have made the offer if he thought it would be a burden. And Lyle also seemed like a sweet guy. 

Without wasting much time, the both of you got into his black car. 

Quickly you gave Lyle your address to which he thankfully replied with a: “No problemo.”

The smile was apparent in his tone of voice. 

The car ride went by in a comfortable silence, Chris here and there talked about who you were and about the Game Gyaru Series, saying he'll talk to Zach about it, the guy who was still faceless in your head. You wondered if you'd ever get to fill in that gap.

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You waved them goodbye as you got out of the car, having thanked Lyle about a hundred times already to which he simply replied with a genuine smile. 

Waddling over to the apartment complex, you realized that they drove off only when you had actually entered the place, ‘how nice’ you thought as you walked up the stairs. 

When you entered your apartment, the first thing you did was throw your shoes to the side and drop down on the couch. Although you had been tired and ready to sleep for the entire duration of the drive, now you felt more awake than ever. You groaned, thinking about how you had to walk to work tomorrow and quickly grabbed the remote, trying not to dwell on it for too long. 

“What did he say the show was called?” You mumbled to yourself, clicking through the shows presented on your smart tv. Did Chris even say what it was called? That guy, Zach, made the show, that was all you knew. No last name and no face. Exhausted, you turned the tv off again and slumped over to your desk. 

It was one of those weird states of mind where your body was tired and ready to collapse and yet your mind had that last little ounce of ‘can't sleep’ which could keep you up for who knows how long. 

Perhaps doodling a little might help tiring your mind? Pinterest was opened multiple times and closed just as many times. Nothing you were in the mood for was showing up on your front page and you didn't have any ideas on what to search up for inspiration. 

Maybe draw the evening? 

And that is what you did. You tried your best to draw a little sketch of Ross, Jackson, Chris and you in the booth. Jackson's head was resting on the table, at that point he had been very out of it. Meanwhile Ross and you were arguing with Chris about the strange hypothetical. A little speech bubble coming from Chris, a man whose face was replaced by a question mark was in it. 

Maybe it hadn't been your best drawing but it definitely was a fun addition to your sketchbook. 

Finally feeling tired enough, you slumped over to your bed, practically falling into it after setting your alarm for an hour earlier.

Your Voice Remains

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Summary: Young!Geralt is reminded of his mother Warnings: Angst; vulnerable Geralt A/N: This was the result of a heavy writers block so please have mercy on my poor soul

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There was it again, this feeling which bubbled up in him. It was like it started right from his quietly beating heart and spread throughout his entire body. 

First his legs would stop obeying his command and he would pause in the middle of whatever he was doing. Next were his arms and hands which immediately dropped to his sides while everyone who looked upon him would immediately believe him to have heard something important, his superior senses making out the quietest of whimpers or footsteps. An alert witcher on his job, looking out for any monsters he might have to slay in order to gain some coin.

This feeling though, which felt more like a paralysis, would cause all of his senses to freeze. And as his eyes refused to avert from the scene before him, his throat began to tighten and his eyes started to burn. 

The first time this had happened he had been worried. Had he been poised? But how could this be possible? 

“Geralt?” their voices he had barely recognized, the sound of his own breathing filling his ears and consuming everything around him. His vision blurry like a memory he had already forgotten. 

A memory.

A memory he had already forgotten but was reminded of every time he saw her. He saw her in every woman that tended to her children. 

calm lullabies which called him to this unknown but still longed for comfort, like a hug he had never gotten but oh so desperately needed. 

As he watched the young boy and his mother in the garden of the small village he had been sent to, he found himself unable to move. 

Why was he forced to stand here? An outsider, a mutant and a freak. Stripped from every warm embrace he might have had if he had had the opportunity to lead a normal life. 

Did she abandon him? Was it like Vesemir had told him so many moons ago? He had believed him for a while without ever questioning it again. 

His mother had abandoned him, couldn’t care for him without having to sacrifice herself so she left him behind. 

Geralt never thought of her, why would he? She probably starved in that harsh winter in which he had been found. 

Yet one single dream had him in a chokehold. 

A young boy, staring back at his own reflection in the water, brown strands of hair falling into his eyes. 

"Geralt? Come now, we want to be back before dusk!”

“Coming!” 

The ground shifted beneath him and suddenly he was looking up at a woman. A woman he had never seen before and yet when she smiled he had been filled with a warmth that he was too shy to describe to any of his brothers let alone Vesemir. 

He awoke drenched in sweat. The sweet image that was still fresh in his mind horrified him more than any monsters he had ever fought, human or creature. 

And just as he did back when he sat up in his bed, he whispered to himself

"Mother.."

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Officer?

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Pairing: Ryan Magee x Reader

Summary: You see Ryan in the officer costume and suddenly your view on him changes

Warnings: implicit Smut

A/N: I never write this stuff omg this is emberassing please ignore me

It might sound cliché but working with Supermega is full of surprises, there is nothing to expect, no predictions for what would be done and even if there was a video planned, whatever happened in it was still up to imagination.

That being said, you could already tell in what kind of direction the video they were currently filming would go into, judging from the cloud of smoke wafting through the building.

As their makeup artist you were not needed for today but that didn't mean you wouldn't be invited. And even if you weren't, the office was still a homely place to hang out from time to time. There was always at least someone still working or just chilling out.

Opening the door just a little more so that you could slip inside the recording room, you could already hear the very distinct sound of Ryan's giggle echoing throughout the entire area.

After exchanging a few "hi's" and "hello's" you let your gaze wander to Matt and Ryan, trying to understand what they had planned or were in the process of doing. As the realization of a pumpkin bong hit you, you couldn't help but laugh a little, that certainly was creative. The bigger your surpise was though when it actually seemed to work and people took turns hitting it, not complaining about the taste as much as you had expected.

Soaking in the quite chaotic scene in front of you, you couldn't help but appreciate Ryan's costume. Given the fact that it was quite corny, all with the "officer tipsy" and of course the typical trademarked shorts, he still made it look more than good. Very good actually.

A little too good maybe.

It wasn't just the uniform, it was his hair and how it was styled underneath the equally corny hat, it was the way that he just stood there, looking around the room as he took another drag of his blunt that he had seemingly conjured up out of nowhere.

And of course, the way he blew the smoke out of his mouth while looking straight into your eyes.

He looked stoned out of his mind, gifting you a smile after his eyes widenend a bit upon seeing that you were also among the other crew now. Reciprocating the smile, you forced your eyes to look at something different, those thoughts were getting really inappropriate for a workplace and especially when those thoughts were about your boss.

Although calling Matt and Ryan your bosses sounded weird to everyone, it was still a fact that you were painfully reminded of in those few seconds that his eyes seemed to pierce into your soul, it was probably just because he was high, let's be honest, how telling can a mere look be? At least that is what you repeated in your head over and over.

You knew Ryan for almost a year now, being introduced to him through Matt, his best friend, those thoughts had never plagued your mind once. So why were these things surfacing now? You guessed that he had always been rather good looking but still- this type of appreciation of someone's looks felt different than just a simple "You look good".

"You good there?" Slowly shaking your head, you realized that Luke had been trying to get your attention for some time now. "Uh yeah, just the smoke and all, makes me dizzy" you offered an apologetic smile which he returned, although looking a little more concerned than you would have liked. "You know, you can smoke too if you want, got a blunt right here." He held it in front of you, waiting to see if you'd take it. Still unsure of how to deal with your improper thoughts about someone you had up until now only considered as a friend, you simply took it and thanked him. With a quick pat of your shoulder he went back to his equipment to check the sound quality.

A few hits was all it took for you to already feel a tad bit lighter, so light in fact that you had not even noticed that the recording session had seemingly ended. The crew was chatting amongst themselves while some exclaimed to go outside for some fresh air, Matt included.

Not knowing what to do with yourself, you simply just stood next to Luke and his Laptop, trying to make sense of whatever program he was using on there and that is when you noticed a movement in the corner of your eye. "Heyy, sorry for only noticing you so late, were you here the whole time?" Luke and you looked up at Ryan as he approached, Luke's attention was swiftly drawn back to his own stuff while yours wished that it wouldn't over analyze the man in front of you right now.

"Oh, oh no don't worry! I just came in." You were definitely stumbling over your own words, what the hell was up today? Maybe you were beginning to come down with something?

"Damn and you're already smoking? Man we are a bad influence." he giggled quietly. In a way he was right, before you had moved to L.A to work with Supermega you weren't really down with the drugs so to speak. And even if they were the ones who had gotten you into it, at least you felt like you were responsible enough about it.. well maybe except for today.

Waving your hand in a dismissive gesture you gave him a sympathetic laugh, uncertain what to even say.

His eyes were really beautiful-

As the thought crossed your mind you instinctively looked down at your feet, jesus christ. Is that really all it takes? A cheap halloween costume and some nice hair?

"Anything wrong?" oh great, the second time someone asked, really sly today, aren't we?

What was there to say? 'Oh it seems that I suddenly find myself being quite infatuated with your looks and by the way also your personality which I had never realized until now'. Nope, that wouldn't do.

"Yeah just uhh-" Eyes darting around the room, searching for an excuse. "Just when I came in like there were people and it overwhelmed me.. and stuff"

'People' was Ryan and 'Overwhelmed' was an understatement.

He looked at you for a moment, a contemplating expression on his face. "I get that don't worry, you wanna come to the kitchen with me? Wanted to grab myself something to drink anyway. Besides it's way cooler there also." Oh.

Oh no.

You had agreed to come with him, also just grabbing a drink, praying that someone else would be there in the kitchen with you and yet; empty.

Grabbing a soda from the fridge and subsequently sitting down on one of the bar stools that stood by the kitchen counter, you watched as Ryan did the same and it became quite apparent that he was still high since he started snickering at the squeaky sound that the carbon caused when he slowly turned the cap of the bottle.

His laugh though, you couldn't help but start smiling. It was so contagious and that is when you realized how much you actually liked him. He was staring at something, probably spacing out now and it gave you a chance to unapolgetically stare at him for but a little while.

His peachy skin, the beautiful brown eyes, his beard, and the way his hair seemed to always and effortlessly be able to frame his face just right, he really was pretty.

And it wasn't just that, there were multiple nights where both of you had stayed up until morning, either in person or on the phone, talking about all kinds of different topics. Sometimes about grief and life, sometimes just about silly ideas for sketches or you begging him to at least try eyeliner for once in his life.

In the early days when you just began to work there, you were overwhelmed, often going into different rooms at get togethers or parties since the crowds of people, even if they were your friends, still made you anxious. And he was the one that followed you. Often you had spent entire parties just with him on the balcony. Drinking in peaceful silence and opening up to each other. He wasn't one for parties either if he was honest. He enjoyed them but you and him had agreed that a social battery could so easily be drained.

Maybe you just wanted to repress that all, maybe there was something after all.

"Do I look funny to you or why that dreamy smile?" Ryan looked perplexed as he noticed you staring at him, admiring him almost, but he couldn't know that.

You shook your head. "No, you just look really pretty" Before you even realized what you had just said, the words had already left your mouth, leaving you to just deal with the shame that now washed over you. "What?" He blushed a little, only a slight tint of blood rushed to his cheeks and he looked.. almost bashful?

"That was really inapropriate, oh god I'm sorry" You uncomfortably shifted in your seat, alarm sirens going off in your head and then there was this strange urge to just run away in a full sprint, however you seemed to be glued to your seat, fidgeting with the skin between your fingers.

Out of your periphiral vision you saw him turning towards you, shifting in his seat.

"You know what?"

Tears were forming in your eyes, of course you had to fuck it up like this. 'You know what? You're fired'. You already saw it in your mind, how he would later go to Matt and tell him how uncomfortable you made him, your tears were threatening to spill as-

"You're also really pretty"

Your head shot up, looking at him with something that can only be described as 'shocked suprised'.

"Actually, you're like the prettiest person I know."

Again, his gaze pierced into your soul, he was looking directly at you. Still in that corny costume that you liked so much on him. He laughed breathlessly:

"Man, weed makes me too honest sometimes.. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable now"

His eyes were still on yours, shaking you head slowly, reassuring him that you were okay. More than okay actually.

Suddenly your mind went foggy as you noticed that you were only mere inches away from each other. His eyes were darting between your eyes and your lips and you felt yourself leaning more and more into him.

"I dunno if that's a good idea" you whispered with an unsure smile.

"Then let's find out together, okay?"

Barely being able to give him a little nod, he closed the gap between the two of you. His lips felt so soft against yours and you could taste the weed as you kissed him.

A quick kiss, to see if it was okay, and then you seperated. Not far from each other though.

"Good idea?" Ryan whispered, giving you the sweetest and most genuine smile you had ever seen.

"Yeah"

And then his lips were on yours again in an instant, his teeth scraping ever so slightly at your bottom lip and before you had even realized, he had pressed you against the cold kitchen counter, pulling you against him by placing his hands onto your hips with a featherlight touch, as if he was afraid that you could break if he wasn't careful enough.

Both of you still high, yet more so of the kiss than any drugs, smiling into the kiss and putting your arms around his neck, having him dip down just a little more.

The two of you released from each other for but a moment, just admiring one another. "I like this outfit you know.." You said, mindlessly picking at the fabric around his back. He chuckled lightly. "Wanna know something?" "hm?" He gave you a mischievious look that you had never really seen before. "Think there were also handcuffs that came with it." As your face started to redden, Ryan couldn't help but start giggling.

Quickly pulling yourself together again though, you gently placed a hand onto his cheek, directing his gaze towards you once again. "Well then, I guess that piques my interest, Officer."