#had it been any other month they would’ve been focusing on the group that they belong to

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Untitled - Han

Paring: !childhood friends to lovers! , perv!han jisung  x afab! reader

Genre:  idol! Au, smut

Synopsis: You finally reunited with your childhood best friend after 10 years! But, you didn’t notice how much he changed since you last saw each other…

Warnings:  smut, rough sex, dub/non-con, somno, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, fingering, groping, use of sex toys, voyeurism, manhandling, overstimulation, unprotected sex 

Word Count: 2.5k words

A/n: This was requested by someone a long time ago and I decided to post it now. This does contain CNC (aka consensual non consent) & if that’s something you’re not comfortable with please DON’T READ THIS!!!

One late night, you and Jisung were in a convenience store. He was up late in the studio working on a song with Chan. On his way home, he thought he should stop by and grab some food.  You so happened to be there wanting the same thing. The aisles were really small and you had barely any room to walk around. You accidentally bump into him and he looks at you with a confused look. 

Then it hit him.

You both used to be childhood friends and practically grew up with each other. You were also neighbors at one point and used to hang out all the time. Sadly at the beginning of high school, you had to move away. You both lost contact with each other and haven’t spoken since then. 

“Hey, do you remember me? Han Jisung? We used to be neighbors and would hang out all the time.”

In that moment all the memories you shared with him came back. You were shocked, to say the least. Who would’ve thought you would reunite with Jisung in a convenience store of all places?

“OH MY GOD YES! I do remember you, Jising how have you been?”

He was so relieved that you remembered him. It's been over 10 years since you last saw each other. Even after all this time, he can still recall your beautiful smile.

“I’ve been good and I took your advice and focused on music! I am now a part of an Idol group. Thank you for always motivating me to become an Idol.”

“Aww of course! I still can’t believe you remember me telling you to go for it. That was such a long time ago. I was just a kid and would just be saying whatever really.”

"Well, how could I forget someone like you? You were my best friend - I was too shy to talk to anyone else."

Both of you shared a laugh. Jisung usually stuck to his close friends and found it difficult to make new ones. As he mentioned, you were his only true best friend.

“Well, I knew you would love pursuing a music career! I recently moved back here for school!”

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From that point on you and Jisung talked the whole night, he even walked you home. You exchanged numbers and would hang out when you both could. One thing led to another and he asked you officially on a date. You both knew you had feelings for each other. 

You and Jisung got into a relationship not too long ago after that. It’s only been about 5 months and still very fresh and new. Sadly, after dating for 2 months, he had to go on a tour with all the members. So the majority of your relationship was long-distance. You still were learning so much about each other at this point. 

However, people can change in the span of 10 years. Although Jisung was still the same kind-hearted and witty guy,  you knew something was different about him. 

Jisung became such a pervert for you and you didn’t even know it. 

It only took you guys reconnecting recently to realize how obsessed he was with you. Before you started dating, he would sometimes come over to your apartment late as a surprise. Given how often he was at your place, you had given him a spare key. 

One night he left the studio early and went straight to your place because he missed your company. He entered your apartment and kept calling out your name. He was confused when he didn’t hear you give a response back. He saw that your bedroom was opened a little bit and you were moaning out loud. He was taken aback by what he was seeing right now. He always would think of you in a sexual light but this was too much for him. 

Your legs were spread open as you used your dildo. You let your imagination go wild and imagine Jisung was the one pounding into you. You were so horny you even moaned out his name.

He felt so hard after seeing all the things you were doing to yourself. He also felt really bad because he knew he was not even supposed to be here right now. He just wanted to watch a movie with you like he always does before he goes home. Jisung always loved watching movies with you, especially the cheesy romance movies. You would both make fun of the actors and how bad their acting was.

Instead, he was outside of your room stroking his cock to your moans. 

He was imagining that he was making you feel this good. He tried to not make a noise so you didn’t suspect anything. It wouldn’t even matter anyway because you were too busy in your own world fucking yourself to the thought of him. He eventually came at the same time that you did. 

Jisung realized how perverted he was jerking himself outside of your room without you even knowing. He quickly cleaned up himself and left your place before you noticed. He never told you about that night.

There are a lot of things he doesn’t tell you.

Sometimes you would send him some scandalous photos of yourself to see if you look good. You would ask him so you can get a guy's perspective on it. 

However, he would secretly save them on his phone and beat off to them later. He always tells himself he will delete them and will never do it again. Yet, every time he is horny, he keeps on going back to those photos in his folder of you and gains so much gratification from it.

He was so obsessed with you that every little thing you did would turn him on. The way you put him in a trance from just your moans alone was insane. All he can think about is the first time he caught you getting off to him. 

Now ever since you have been dating, you guys see each other less since he recently went on tour.  All these nights you guys would spend without each other was so hard for him. It was so bad to the point that he would sometimes hide in the hotel bathroom and jerk off to your pics and videos he still had saved of you. 

This was so embarrassing for him and he already felt like shit doing all this behind your back. But, he was too far gone give a fuck about it now. He always thinks about how disgusted you’d probably feel if you ever found out about his secret collection of you. 

He just misses being with you in person instead of calling on FaceTime. It was getting frustrating for him and all he wanted to do is fuck you. 

However, tonight was his last straw and he couldn’t take it anymore. He has been back from touring for about a week now. He took some time to recover before seeing you. He knows the moment he sees you it's going to be over for him.

Unfortunately, he had to be in the studio tonight with Chan and Changbin making some new music. It really sucked because today you and him were supposed to hang out after he was done working. But at the last minute, Chan told him he needed his help on this song he was thinking of making. The whole time Han was thinking about your moans from all the times he would touch himself to you.

He kept on getting distracted and barely gave any help to Chan and Changbin.

“Hey Jisung, are you okay? You’re normally not this quiet.” Chan said.

Jisung knew that he wasn’t ok.

All he wanted to do was go to your apartment and fuck the shit out of you. He has been pent up for too long now. You and him only had sex a handful of times and you have been without each other for 3 months.

“Yeah, I'm just a little distracted right now. Sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be much help tonight.”

“Hey, it’s ok! I know how tired you may feel after the tour so you can go home tonight. Have a good night!”

Jisung nodded his head and quickly left the studio. There was only one thing on his mind right now.

You.

He went straight to your place and opened the door with his key. He noticed you were asleep, lying on your side. Under the covers, you had your vibrator in your hands, and you were passed out on the bed.

That alone made him so hard. The thought of you using it and moaning out his name is driving him crazy. 

He started taking off his clothes leaving himself in just his boxers. He gets into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you. You were barely awake but you leaned back against him not even realizing he was there with you. 

He started grinding against you and became hard for you. He couldn’t hold back and started grunting out loud. At this point, you started to wake up. You felt afraid as the room was dark, making it hard for you to realize that it was Jisung. In your drowsy state, you half-awake, you thought he was an intruder.

You start to panic.

“Hey, who is there? Get the fuck off of me-”

You started hearing a buzzing sound. 

It was your vibrator and he started to push it against your clit to try and make you stop talking.

“Shh sweetie it’s me. I am sorry you just got me soo fucking hard and I can’t take it anymore.”

You were in a state of shock and disbelief. You have never seen Jisung like this before.

“Mhmm I know you’re but I already came and I am too tired to do it again. Can’t we just do it in the morning?”

If only it was that simple.

Jisung's patience was running thin and he decided to not hold back anymore.

He covered your mouth and whispered in your ear and said 

“I’m sorry baby, but tonight I am going to take what I want. And right now I need you to just let me fuck you.”

At this point, you were squirming around and yelling at him to stop it. You really weren’t in the mood for all this. He kept getting agitated and started putting his hand around your neck and began choking you. As he did that he started marking you and biting your neck and shoulders. With his other hand, he started to pump into his cock and get off to your cries and whimpers. 

“You're squirming so much for me baby and I think it's so cute. The more you struggle, the harder you’re gonna get me"

You couldn’t believe what Jisung was saying to you right now. Your perception of him completely changed now. You thought he was sweet-hearted and nice and not such a creep and pervert. 

He couldn’t take it anymore and started lowering his boxers and took out his cock. 

You can already feel the precum that was escaping him and how needy he was for you. He started slowly pushing it in you. You gasped out so loud even though he was covering your mouth. 

You forgot how big he was.

He also put his hands under your shirt and held onto them as he started pounding up into you. He also had the vibrator on your clit too.  He started leaving hickeys all over your neck. He didn’t care what he was doing at this point he was marking where he felt like it. 

You were still whining and crying from how hard he is fucking you and the vibrator on your clit wasn’t making it any better. 

“Stop making so much noise sweetie, I already feel bad as is.”

You started crying at this point because all you want for him is to stop but he just keeps on going. He says such sinful stuff in your ear that you don’t even know how to feel at this point.

He started laughing at you crying from his dick,

“Aww baby, are you crying from how hard I’m fucking you? You’re so pathetic can’t even take a couple of hard strokes.”

You didn’t know why but for some reason when he said that you started to tighten up around him. That alone made you feel wetter. 

He noticed it.

“Mhmm look at you becoming such a good girl for me. I knew deep down you secretly wanted this.”

You kept shaking your head, displaying that you were against this.

That just made him more hard and started fuck you harder and harder. You started to become so dizzy from all this stimulation. 

Jisung was at his breaking point.

 All this overstimulation started to become overwhelming for you. You wondered why he wasn't pulling out, as he usually does when you both are close. However, this time, he continues without stopping, still thrusting into you.

“ I am sorry but tonight, I have to finish inside you. I have been waiting for 3 fucking months. So how about you be good to me and take what I give you ok darling?”

At this point, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

He took his hand off your mouth as you both came at the same time. You didn’t give a fuck at this point you were practically screaming out his name as he pumps his load into you. Both your moans were so loud you wouldn’t be shocked if your neighbors heard you. 

Jisung fell back beside you and pulled you into him. He put you on his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He started kissing you all over and said

“Sweetie, I’m sorry for the way I acted out tonight. I just missed being with you these past 3 months. Especially being inside of you. Fuck I missed that soo much and having you moan out my name.”

You nuzzled into his chest and said “Yeah it's okay and I missed you so much too. Next time just tell me whenever you're in the mood. Tonight you really scared me. I hope you don’t act like this again.”

“Fine, I’ll never act out like that ever again and I am truly sorry if I hurt you.”

However, you both knew that wasn’t true and he would always come to take what he wants…

[quin-ns]

Hi! Hope this is the right place to request,sorry if it isn’t. I was wondering if you could write a Routledge!hippie!fem! Reader x overprotective!JJ? Some suggestive fluff with a happy ending if that’s okay☹️ I absolutely LOVE ur work btw!!🩷

Reader is referred to as John B’s sister but she’s not described and is only a half sibling so anyone can read! I want to fulfill requests but it’s also important to me that I do what I can to make my fics inclusive 🫶

Peace & Love (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Every time JJ caught himself looking at you a little too long, he immediately felt John B’s eyes land on him. He had never mentioned it out loud, but JJ figured his friend knew he had a crush on you.

It wouldn’t have been a big deal if you weren’t John B’s little sister.

You weren’t actually that much younger than him, only a few months. Apparently Big John got around more than people realized, and after he pissed both John B’s and your mom off, he was left with the both of you.

It never seemed to cause any problems with you and John B, surprisingly. JJ sometimes wondered how that was possible, but John B took pride in being an older brother and you weren’t exactly the resentful type.

In fact, JJ was fairly certain you didn’t have a negative bone in your body. It was one of the many things he liked about you.

Your whole existence screamed peace and love, and all your friends (JJ included) joked that you were a hippie stereotype. It never bothered you, probably because you knew how badly the group needed someone who could remain calm and make everyone smile.

“I got something on my face or do you just think I’m pretty?” you asked suddenly.

It took JJ a moment to realize you were looking right at him, brows raised. Not long after that he realized he’d been staring again while lost in his thoughts.

You all were at a beach party, sitting around a bonfire. Other people were milling around all of him and his friends, but JJ wouldn’t have been any the wiser to their presence. He’d pretty much forgotten all about them, actually.

He flirted with you all the time, but this caught him off guard. If it had been just the two of you JJ would’ve been sincere and told you yes, he did think you were pretty. He’d been wanting to say something along those lines for a while, to test the waters.

But he felt the pressure of the others eyeing him—especially John B—and made some lame comment about not recognizing your headband and asked if it was new.

“Nah, man, I’ve had this one for a while,” you replied, subconsciously adjusting it.

John B looked at him as if to say, “really, dude?”, but you were too carefree to be suspicious.

Kiara laughed. “You probably haven’t seen it in a while ‘cause she has about a thousand.”

“So what? I like them,” you defended lightly. JJ watched a little too closely as you lifted your cup to your lips, but it was empty. “I need a refill,” you realized, standing.

JJ almost jumped to follow you, but he was still getting stared at. You disappeared out of his view through random bodies and he felt himself deflate.

“Seriously?” John B said, raising a brow at him. “You expect me to think you were looking at her headband?”

JJ felt like a spotlight was on him. Usually he didn’t mind, but this was a little more different. John B didn’t sound mad, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if his friend had told him to back off.

“If you like her, just say something,” John B continued, much to JJ’s surprise. His eyebrows even shot up while his best friend laughed. “Don’t look so shocked.”

“Yeah, dude, you’re super obvious,” Pope chimed in from off to the side.

JJ glanced at him and saw amusement before focusing back on John B.

“You’re so not pissed?”

John B laughed again. “Why would I be? I know you, man. And I trust you. So if she likes you back then… I mean, I’ll still have to have a talk with you, but you have my blessing.”

JJ let himself laugh at the phrasing. He stood, confidence building. “Since I have your blessing,” he started sarcastically. “I’m gonna go find her.”

That’s exactly what he did, maneuvering through the crowd, eyes searching for you excitedly.

When JJ spotted you, jealousy descended upon him. You were near the keg, filling up your cup, talking to some guy.

As he headed for you, that feeling morphed into protectiveness when he saw you try to walk away from the guy and he grabbed your arm.

“Hey! Let go of her, man,” JJ intervened, shoving himself between you and the guy.

“Who the hell are you?” the guy slurred out, face scrunching up in annoyance.

“The guy who’s gonna kick your ass if you don’t walk away,” JJ warned, squaring his shoulders. The guy hesitated for a moment, looking him up and down. Then, he turned and walked away exactly as he’d been told. “That’s what I thought.”

“Damn, JJ,” you said, sounding almost impressed.

He turned to face you and calmed down immediately when he saw you. “You alright?”

“Yeah, dude just couldn’t handle hearing “no”,” you relayed with a shake of your head. A small smirk tugged at your lips. “I guess I should say thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“You don’t gotta thank me.” JJ shrugged, attempting to be modest. “I’m always gonna look out for you.”

He was being sincere, and the smile you wore was appreciative.

“Noted,” you said before a more teasing smile crept onto your face. “So… you coming to ask about my headband again?”

JJ laughed in spite of himself. He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah… that was kinda lame, wasn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged. “But you’re cute, so it’s okay.”

Was he blushing? JJ wasn’t sure. He flirted with you all the time, but this was new territory because of what he was about to say.

“That’s good to know, ‘cause I actually came to ask you out… so, do you have plans tomorrow?”

“Well, I guess I do now,” you replied, your smile that JJ absolutely loved growing wider. “Although, I hope you ran it by my brother first.”

[tearsofellen]

Embers of Desire (Daryl Dixon/FemReader)

Summary: You find your way to the prison after escaping from Woodbury. While stealing food Daryl finds out and attempts to convince you to join the prison.

Words: 5,581

Warnings: SMUT! (and mentions of the governor x reader)

A/N: Don't know if this will be a series or not :3

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It had been six days without water and the sound of a stream was like the gates of heaven opening. As your eyes landed on small flow of water in the middle of the forest your knees gave out, throwing your body on the rough soil. Your hands cupped the water and threw it into your mouth. You let out a gasp of relief of the cool liquid sent chills down your spine.

It had been six days since you left Woodbury. Ever since you arrived there six months ago, you knew something was off. The Governor took a strong liking to you as soon as you arrived. Initially he wanted to know how a young lady managed to survive out in the open with no shelter or family. After proving yourself as a skilled worker and smart with weapons he decided to keep himself close to you. When he would leave with his group, his answers were always very vague and blunt. You found it hard to adjust back to normal living in Woodbury. None of the people wanted to talk about the walkers beyond the gates, acting like they didn’t even exist. You couldn’t let it go; you would attempt to get a glance between the openings of the gates to see if any walkers were about. I guess you could say you got claustrophobic near the end. The final straw was when the governor put his hands on you. The feel of his filthy hand on your waist and the other one on your cheek inflicted nausea on you. Your fist hit his nose before he had the chance to do anything. You didn’t even have time to watch the blood drip down his face before you grabbed your bag and left. While leaving immediately was the best option for you, preparation would’ve have helped. All you had was the bag you came with all those months ago containing a revolver and a collection of knives. Since then, you remained in the woods, ensuring you stayed quiet and out of sight of anyone and anything.

While the water was a godsend, the rehydration had reactivated your stomach. The noise of your stomach turning was almost painful. Apart from a single squirrel you caught on the first day, food was scarce. As you were kneeling next to the stream using the excess water to wash your face, your eyes noticed the sky now dimming. Soon it will be time to find shelter and rest up. As you had no camping gear, you had resulted to climbing up large trees and finding a nook to sleep in. As you dragged yourself away from the stream, you continued to look for a tree to sleep in. When you thought you was out of luck a large tree came into your view. It was perfect and you could clearly see branches that you could easily climb. Bracing yourself you pulled yourself up on to the tree. you threw yourself on a strong enough bough to support your weight. Sighing with exhaustion, you felt your eyes go heavy. An advantage of sleeping in the trees, you could have a clear enough view of the landscape. Sometimes on dark night like these stars would appear and just for a second, you wouldn’t have to think about the world you were living in. Tonight was one of these nights. As you started to drift off, your eyes caught something in the distance. My immediate instinct was to grip your bag, ready to pull your gun out. As your eyes focused in the dark, you could make out puffs of smoke. Someone is alive out there. While you didn’t want to run into anyone, your mind drifted to the idea of food. Battling within yourself, you thought about whether or not to check out the fire or stay out of range of any strangers. My stomach seemed to convince your mind to scope out the area without being caught and find out if they had any food. you would be slow and quiet. Before you had the chance to think about your decision your feet were moving towards the smoke.

As your destination came into view your eyebrows furrowed at the sight. A prison? you had to laugh to yourself. My eyes scanned to the watchtowers darted around the prison walls. No sign of life. you walked along the barbed wired along the perimeter, looking for an opening. Whoever is here knew the importance of keeping everything out here out. A couple of walkers were scattered around the perimeter. Those who entered your path were quietly silenced with a sharp stab into their forehead. Finally, your eyes landed on a small hole between the soil and gate. After using your hands to create a bigger opening for your body, you sild yourself in. Gripping your knife, you made your way towards the smoke. My eyes scanned around the prison; it seemed too silent here. It soon became evident to you there was a group living here. There was cars, firewood and livestock scattered around the area. Whoever was here has been here for along. The smoke was finally revealed to be a small firepit. It was slowly dying from lack of firewood. Whoever started it had abandoned it. While it wasn’t significant what stood next to it made your eyes dilate. Three standing sticks with cooked fish attached to them. you swear you felt yourself drool at the sight. Grasping your knife your legs moved towards them. Once within arms reached, you slid your bag off your back. Taking the first fish from the stick, you quietly placed it into your bag. As you reached the last fish, your stomach groaned at the feel of warm food in your hands. you couldn’t help yourself, doing one last glance around yourself your teeth sunk into the fish. you swear you almost moaned at the sensation of swallowing something nutritious.

“Hungry missy?”

In a flash you dropped your food on the ground and your revolver was pointed at the voice behind you. In the darkness it took your eyes a second to adjust to the figure in the shadows. It took a step forward in the light. His bow was raised pointing at you. you immediately chambered your gun at the sight of his weapon.

“Please don’t let me disturb you.”

Did he think this was some joke? He took another step forward, his bow still raised covering his face from view.

“Don’t come any closer. Or you won’t like what happens next.” you replied in the most serious voice you could muster.

At the sound of your voice, his bow dropped allowing him to have a clear vision of you. you swallowed at the sight of the long-haired man. His eyes travelled you up and down, his face softening slightly. It filled you with rage.

“Don’t think just because I’m a girl I won’t fire a shot into your forehead.” You spat pushing the gun towards him. You knew if it came to it, your gun would be faster than his crossbow.

He tiled his head at your words. After a small pause he placed the crossbow down on the ground.

“Do you need food?”

“I don’t need anything from you. You’re going to turn around and I am going to leave. That way you won’t get hurt.” you spat back at his question. His face had the expression of you know I just saw you steal fish from me. you ignored his expression.

“There is a lot of walkers out tonight due to the full moon, I wouldn’t recommend it.” The man stated.

you would rather take your chances with walkers than those alive you thought to yourself. As the man saw you weren’t going to cooperate with him, he sighed and turned away from you. My hand gripping the gun lowered. you stepped away from him, making your way back to the opening you created. As you were about to put your gun away, headlights appeared in the distance. As the car came into view your blood ran cold. It was the governor’s Geep.

Swinging yourself back to the man, you positioned yourself in front of him.

“Hide me please.” you spoke almost whispering to him. you were prepared for an argument or a yelling match, but the man only rested his hand on your elbow and pulled you towards an old shack. you stepped in as he closed the door. The shack had windows facing the governor’s car.

Inside the shack, the air was thick with dust and the smell of decay. The man motioned for you to stay quiet as he peeked through a crack in the wooden walls to observe the approaching vehicle. My heart pounded in your chest as the governor's Geep rolled to a stop just outside.

Through the cracks, you could see the silhouette of the governor stepping out of the vehicle, his entourage of armed men following closely behind. My grip tightened on your revolver as you prepared for the worst.

Daryl stood in front of them, remaining calm, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. His presence was strangely comforting amidst the chaos outside.

As the governor's voice echoed through the night, your stomach churned with dread. you couldn't make out the words, but you knew he was searching for you. His offer of food and weapons in exchange for you still rang in your ears, a chilling reminder of the dangers lurking in this post-apocalyptic world.

The light of the car revealed the menacing figure of the governor himself. His eyes narrowed as they locked onto Daryl, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he sneered, his gaze flickering to the man beside you. "Daryl Dixon.”

Daryl stood his ground, his expression unreadable as he faced the governor. “What business do you have here?”

From your position you could see the evil sneer on the Governor’s face. “I’m looking for a girl. Young one. Probably carrying her revolver. She’s one of mine.”

Daryl’s body was stiff, in a flash he replied. “Ain’t seen no girl around here. So, you should take you and your buddies out of here.”

The Governor laughed at his words, resting his hands on his hips. “I know that ain’t true. I know you and your group take any random stranger in. I also know for a fact she was running in this direction.”

“Why don’t you leave the girl alone. Huh? Is she that important?”

The governor chuckled darkly, taking a step closer. "Oh, but she has everything to do with me, Daryl. You see, she's a troublemaker that needs to be taught a lesson. And you always deal with troublemakers one way or another."

you braced yourself, your grip tightened on your gun, aiming directly at the governor. My finger was pressed on the trigger. But before you could react, Daryl stepped forward in front of the governor.

"She's not going anywhere with you," he growled, his voice low and threatening. "You want trouble? You'll have to go through me first."

The tension in the air was palpable as the standoff unfolded. The governor's men tensed, hands inching towards their weapons. The Governor held his hand up to stop his men from raising their weapons. The governor's voice cut through the tension of the night like a blade.

"Daryl, I'm offering you food, weapons, anything you need in exchange for that girl you're hiding in there," the governor's voice carried a tone of authority, yet underneath lurked a hint of desperation.

Daryl's jaw clenched as he stared down the governor's offer. He knew the implications of his decision, weighing the safety of you against the resources and security the governor could provide. But Daryl had made his choice long before the governor's arrival.

"I appreciate the offer, but I can't do that," Daryl's voice was firm, his gaze unwavering.

The governor's expression darkened, a flicker of anger passing through his eyes. "You're making a mistake, Daryl. That girl is nothing but trouble. She'll kill you."

Daryl remained resolute; his stance unwavering as he faced the governor. "She's under your protection now. And I won't hand her over to you."

The governor's jaw tightened; his frustration evident as he realized Daryl wouldn't be swayed. With a curt nod, he turned on his heel, signalling to his men to follow.

As the sound of the Geep faded into the distance, Daryl let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He turned to you; his expression softened with relief.

"You okay?" Daryl's voice was gentle as he approached you, concern etched into his features.

you lowered your gun, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you nodded in response. "Thanks to you," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Daryl offered a small, reassuring smile before his expression turned serious. "Listen, I know this isn't easy, but you can't stay out here alone. It's too dangerous."

you glanced away, uncertainty clouding your thoughts. "But I'm a danger to your group. You saw what happened back there. I attract trouble like a magnet."

Daryl's gaze softened, his hand reaching out to gently grasp your shoulder. "You're not a danger. You're just... lost. We all are, in this world. But you don't have to face it alone."

His words stirred something within you, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos surrounding us. But the fear of bringing harm to those he cared about still lingered.

"What if I bring danger to your group? What if I can't protect yourself, let alone anyone else?" you whispered, your voice laced with doubt.

Daryl's grip tightened slightly, his eyes locking with mine in a reassuring gaze. "You're stronger than you think. And you don't have to do this alone. We can help each other, survive together."

His words resonated with you, touching a part of you that you thought had been lost forever. you knew the risks, but you also knew that you couldn't continue to wander this world alone, constantly on the run.

Taking a deep breath, you met Daryl's gaze with newfound determination. "Okay," you said softly, a sense of relief washing over you. "I'll stay. But only if you'll have me."

Daryl's smile widened, a glimmer of warmth in his eyes. "Welcome to the group," he said, his voice filled with genuine kindness.

As you both stood there, surrounded by the remnants of a world ravaged by chaos, you knew that you had found something precious amidst the ruins: a sense of belonging, and a companion to face the darkness with. And for that, you were grateful beyond words.

……………………….

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the desolate landscape, Daryl and you set out on a supply trip. Our mission was simple: gather as much food and supplies as you could scavenge from the abandoned stores and houses in the nearby town.

The air was thick with tension as they navigated the empty streets, our footsteps echoing against the silent buildings. Daryl led the way, his crossbow slung over his shoulder, while you followed closely behind, keeping a vigilant eye out for any signs of danger.

As you both rummaged through the deserted stores, filling our bags with canned goods and medical supplies, a comfortable silence settled between us. It was a rare moment of peace in our chaotic lives, you found yourself grateful for Daryl's steady presence by your side.

Daryl led the way, crossbow in hand, his senses sharp, and his eyes scanning the surroundings. you followed closely, your revolver at the ready, your gaze shifting between the deserted buildings and the man beside you.

"So, uh, where are you from?" Daryl's gravelly voice cut through the silence, breaking the monotony of our footsteps.

you glanced at him, surprised by the sudden inquiry. He’s actually trying to make conversation with you. "Originally, I'm from a small town up north. Before all this... happened," you replied, a hint of nostalgia in your voice.

Daryl nodded, his eyes never leaving the path ahead. "Small towns, huh? Less people to deal with."

"Yeah, until there were too many people trying to leave and not enough places to go." you sighed, memories of the initial chaos flooding back. "How about you? Where'd you grow up?"

Daryl's lips curved into a faint smile, almost lost in the shadows. "Georgia. Out in the sticks. Always preferred the woods to the city."

Our conversation flowed slowly, like a hesitant stream finding its course. We exchanged stories of our pre-apocalypse lives, memories that felt like they belonged to another world. With each word shared, the tension between us seemed to ease, replaced by a growing sense of camaraderie.

With each passing moment, they grew more attuned to each other's movements, their actions becoming synchronized as they worked in tandem to gather supplies. Daryl's rugged features softened slightly as he glanced over his shoulder, meeting your gaze with a faint smile.

Caught off guard by the intensity of his stare, you felt your heart flutter in your chest. you quickly looked away, pretending to inspect a shelf of canned goods as you tried to steady her racing pulse.

Unbeknownst to you, Daryl's gaze lingered on you, his fingers twitching with the urge to reach out and touch you. But he held himself back, fighting the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume him.

Instead, he let his hand brush against mine as you both reached for the same can of beans, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through both of us. My breath caught in your throat, your cheeks flushing with heat as you met Daryl's gaze once more.

Careful," he murmured, a low rasp in his voice that only intensified the sensation between us. "Don't want you getting hurt over a can of beans."

you managed a nervous chuckle, your fingers fumbling slightly as you continued to fill our backpacks. "Wouldn't be the first time I've faced danger for a meal."

Daryl's eyes flickered with amusement, a silent acknowledgment of the shared struggles that brought us together. "Guess we're all a bit desperate these days."

The banter continued; a delicate dance of words that hinted at something more profound. As you both moved through the aisles, Daryl pointed out items he deemed useful, his explanations often accompanied by a small smile that reached his eyes.

"I reckon these batteries might still have some juice left in 'em," he commented, his fingers grazing over a dusty shelf of electronics.

you nodded, trying to hide the growing warmth spreading through your chest. "Good find. We could use them for the radio, keep in touch with the others."

Daryl's gaze lingered on mine, a moment of silent understanding passing between us. "Yeah, keepin' in touch. Important."

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the aisles. We found ourselves in the canned fruit section, and you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of choosing between peaches and pears in a world where survival was the priority.

Daryl joined in, the sound of his laughter resonating in the empty store. "Guess we're living the high life now, huh?"

A genuine smile graced his rugged features, and you found yourself drawn to him in ways that surpassed mere survival instincts. The unspoken connection lingered in the air; a magnetic force that pulled us closer with each shared moment.

As you headed back towards the prison, our conversation shifted to lighter topics - favourite movies, childhood memories, and the small joys that felt like distant dreams in this new world.

"You ever watch fireflies on a summer night?" Daryl's question caught you off guard, a wistful expression in his eyes.

"Yeah, back when things were... normal," you replied, a pang of nostalgia tugging at your heart.

Daryl's gaze softened, the weight of shared memories settling between us. "Maybe one day we'll find a place where things can be a bit more normal again."

The words hung in the air, carrying a quiet promise of hope. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in hues of orange and pink, you stole a glance at Daryl.

His silhouette against the fading light held a certain allure, the rugged contours of his face softened by the gentle glow of twilight. It was moments like these when the barriers between us seemed to fade away, leaving only the raw vulnerability that simmered beneath the surface.

Lost in thought, you couldn't help but voice the question that had been lingering on your mind for far too long. "Daryl, why are you always so quiet?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. Daryl's expression shifted, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features before he quickly masked it with his trademark stoicism.

"I ain't got much to say. Just trying to survive," he muttered, his voice gruff with defensiveness.

But you could see through the facade, the walls he'd built around himself brick by brick. There was a depth to Daryl that went beyond his silent exterior, a complexity that begged to be unravelled.

"Everyone has something to say," you insisted, your tone gentle yet persistent. "There's a story behind those eyes, Daryl. I can see it."

He glanced away, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features before he composed himself. "Ain't nothin' you need to worry about. Just focus on stayin' alive."

The rejection stung, but you sensed the pain beneath his tough exterior. We continued the journey back to the hideout in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us.

Daryl's gaze flickered, a complex mix of emotions passing through his eyes. "Ain't used to sharin'. Don't see the point."

"Maybe you haven't found the right person to share with," you suggested, your eyes locking with his in a silent plea.

He averted his gaze, shaking his head laughing. "You're too damn persistent."

you chuckled, the tension easing as you scooted a little closer to him. "I can’t help that I am curious. I just find you interesting."

For a moment, he looked conflicted, torn between the safety of his silence and the longing for connection. The dance continued, the sun casting a warm glow on our faces, the air thick with unspoken words.

you could feel Daryl's gaze lingering on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your jawline and the gentle slope of your neck.

With each glance, the tension between us mounted, a potent mixture of longing and uncertainty. My eyes scanned all his features bathed in the soft glow of the fading sunlight. Looking at his hands and the accompanying veins, you felt a surge of desire pool in the pit of your stomach.

As if sensing your thoughts, Daryl moved to sit closer to you slowed, his movements deliberate as he closed the distance between us. The air crackled with anticipation, charged with the unspoken promise of what was to come.

Without a word, Daryl reached out, his fingers grazing your cheek with a feather-light touch. A shiver coursed through you at the contact, your skin tingling with electricity. His touch was tentative yet filled with raw intensity, a silent confession of the desire that burned between us.

you met his gaze, your breath catching in your throat as you drowned in the depths of his eyes. There was a hunger there, a primal need that mirrored your own, and in that moment, you knew that you were powerless to resist him.

Leaning in, Daryl's lips brushed against mine in a tender caress, you could feel his laboured breaths against your mouth.

“Can I?”

His hands were now cupping your face, making you stare directly into his eyes.

“Please?” He said in a low almost begging tone.

Speechless, all you could do is nod. His kiss was slow and dreamy, a gentle exploration of lips and tongues as you both got lost in each other.

Time seemed to stand still as you both kissed, the world around us fading into oblivion as you surrendered to the intoxicating pull of desire. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between us, our bodies pressed together in a heated embrace.

You melted into his touch, your fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair as you deepened the kiss, craving more of him with each passing moment. The heat of his body seared through you, igniting a fire that consumed us both in its passionate embrace.

you felt his groin press against you. He wanted it just as much as you did. His hands slid under your t shirt, his warm fingers dancing along your stomach and ribcage. My eyes bore into his, a look of pure delight watching you.

“I want you. All of you,” He whispered.

Before you could utter a word, Daryl swept you up in his arms, your legs instinctively winding around his muscular waist. With an ease that spoke volumes of his strength, he carried you into a secluded field, the tall grass dancing lazily in the cool breeze. He set you down gently, as if you were the most precious of treasures, the soft grass beneath providing a cushion for your body. He towered over you, his gaze heavy with desire and admiration. You peered up at him through a veil of long lashes, a silent plea evident in your eyes.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

His concern was endearing, but you were beyond the point of no return. Without saying a word, you removed your shirt, the cool air grazing your exposed skin causing goosebumps to erupt. Daryl swallowed audibly, his gaze darkening in response to your silent affirmation.

His hands went to his belt deftly, the sound of the buckle echoing in the otherwise quiet field. As he freed himself, your breath hitched in anticipation. His arousal was evident, hard and throbbing as he began to stroke himself, his eyes hungrily roaming over your body. You felt a delicious warmth spread through you, a heady combination of desire and anticipation.

"Do you see what you do to me?" He rasped, his voice breaking slightly as he tried to steady his breath.

Unable to bear the sight of him pleasuring himself any longer, you propped yourself up on your elbows and moved closer, intent on taking over. But before you could reach him, he stopped you, pushing you gently back onto the grass.

"No, not yet," he murmured, shaking his head.

His eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he watched your impatience. A small smirk played on his lips as he asked, "Can I take care of you first?"

Your response was immediate, the words tumbling out in a desperate plea, "Please, Daryl."

He silenced your pleas with a searing kiss, his lips trailing a path of fire down to your stomach. He paused for a moment before discarding your jeans, leaving you bare beneath him. Your breath hitched as his thumb traced a delicate path along your clothed sex, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

His fingers hooked under the fabric of your underwear, pulling them off with a teasing slowness. His eyes never left your body, drinking in the sight of your arousal. His fingers gently parted you, his gaze darkening at the sight of your wetness.

"You have no idea what I've wanted to do to you," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "From the moment I saw you, I wanted to claim you."

His touch was torturous in its slow intimacy, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. You found yourself grinding against his hand, your body seeking more contact.

"Why don't you tell me what you want, princess?" He asked, his gaze never leaving yours.

You shook your head, unable to find the words. His fingers continued their teasing circling around your sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

"Come on, sweetheart, let me hear you say it," he encouraged, his voice low and coaxing.

His touch was a tantalizing torture. You turned your head away, a soft plea escaping your lips.

"Please, Daryl," you mumbled, unable to meet his gaze.

His free hand gently coaxed your face back towards him. You knew he wouldn't stop until he heard you say the words. A blush of pleasure and embarrassment bloomed on your cheeks.

"Please, Daryl. Make me come," you whispered, your hands hiding your face in embarrassment.

His grin widened at your words, and without another word, he lowered his head to your centre. His tongue traced a long, slow path up your slit, causing you to moan. Before you could plead for more, his mouth closed over your bud, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

His hand kept your thighs parted while the other anchored you to the ground, ensuring you couldn't escape the pleasure he was bestowing upon you. His tongue lavished attention on your sensitive bud, his pace driving you closer to the edge.

"So good," he murmured against your skin, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through you.

When you were able to open your eyes, you found him looking up at you, his gaze intense and filled with desire. The sight of Daryl pleasuring you, his eyes locked with yours, was enough to push you over the edge.

As the knot of pleasure in your stomach tightened, your body starting to squirm beneath his touch. He continued his ministrations, the pleasure building until you were on the brink of release.

As the pulse of pleasure started to rip through you, you clutched at the grass beneath, your body arching off the ground. Daryl continued his relentless assault, his tongue and lips working in tandem to draw every last shudder from your trembling body.

"Oh god, Daryl!" you gasped, your body convulsing in the throes of pleasure. Your vision blurred as an earth-shattering orgasm washed over you. You could hear Daryl's muffled groan as he continued to pleasure you through your climax, the sensation almost too much to bear.

Gradually, your breaths began to slow, your body going limp beneath him. Daryl gently kissed his way back up your body, his eyes never leaving yours. His arousal was still evident, straining against his abdomen, but he made no move to touch himself.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

You nodded, a weak smile playing on your lips. "I'm more than okay," you murmured.

His lips captured yours in a heated kiss, his body pressing closer. The taste of yourself on his lips sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through you. Pulling away, Daryl propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes dark with lust.

"I need you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

The sight of him, so raw and vulnerable, was enough to bring your post-orgasmic haze crashing down. You reached between you, your hand wrapping around his arousal. He groaned at the contact, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder.

"Please, Daryl. I need you too," you whispered. The words were barely out of your mouth before he was positioning himself at your entrance, his eyes locked with yours.

With one slow thrust, he filled you completely. You gasped at the sensation, your body stretching to accommodate him. He stilled, allowing you to adjust to his size before starting to move. His thrusts were slow and measured at first, building in intensity as you moaned beneath him.

The sight of him above you, his body slick with sweat and his eyes heavy with lust, was enough to reignite the fire within you. Your body responded to his, meeting each of his thrusts with one of your own.

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more desperate. The coil in your stomach started to tighten again, your body tensing in anticipation. Daryl seemed to sense this, his hand reaching down to circle your sensitive bud.

It was too much. The combination of his thrusts and his fingers sent you spiralling into another intense orgasm. Your body clenched around him, your cries of pleasure echoing in the quiet field.

With a few more ragged thrusts, Daryl followed you over the edge. He collapsed on top of you, his breaths coming in short gasps. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both came down from your highs.

"You're amazing," he murmured against your neck, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

You smiled, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "You're not so bad yourself, Daryl."

Daryl laughed and drew you closer to him, his arms enveloping you in a tender embrace. The way he held you, it was as if he was trying to capture the moment, to hold onto it forever, not wanting to let it end. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a silent indication of his reluctance to let this moment, this connection between you two, fade away. His every gesture, every touch, spoke volumes of his longing to hold onto this moment, to not let it end.

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Teach me, please

Synopsis: "You did a dance with Lee Know. Teach me too, please." Sure, she could teach Hwang Hyunjin, what could go wrong?

Going for a steamy vibe, smutty but not smut.

Words: 3,500 (whenhowwhatttt)

”God- Hyunjin! You scared me!” Y/N smacked the tall man’s arm with force and in his usual manner he topled with a dramatic palm against the ”bruised” spot.

”Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled after dancing a few steps backwards. His accent fit his laugh, the soft ”r” sound truly popping as he smiled.

The practice room was empty apart from their presence. Y/N wanted to practice a new step her team was developing so she could then teach it to the members later that week.

She’d been part of the choreography team at JYP for three months and thirteen days. The reason she was counting was simple; in 17 days she would be told whether she’d be accepted to the team permanently. A four-month trial period was gruesome because the constant fear of getting kicked out every single day made even her steady heartbeat irregular. She craved for this position, had drooled over the idea of being part of a choreographing team ever since she’d graduated two years prior. Moving to Seoul was a massive leap, but she’d never been afraid of being on her own. Why not in another country?

Korean language though… another ball game, just a true up-hill climb. Luckily dance was so universal, and most groups knew English well enough for Y/N to be able to get her points through. Stray Kids in particular.

She wanted this job. She’d learn Korean, make this place her home. She was determined, focused and dead-set on doing this right.

One thing Y/N wasn’t was jumpy. Her vibe was more on the calm side, but Hwang Hyunjin… he had an effect on her. Or rather what her boss told her when she’d started to work for JYP had an effect on her.

”Do not, under any circumstances, have inproper relations with an idol. They are not allowed to date. If you have inproper relations with an idol, you will be fired.”

Like that doesn’t make it sound hot. Taboo things were never that appealing to her before but lord have mercy, all of a sudden breaking rules sounded like such a delicious idea.

At first it was easy to brush off because the thought of Hyunjin looking at her the way she tried not to look at him felt entirely laughable. But then she started noticing things that made her senses heighten, and the thought wasn’t so ridiculous all of a sudden. Small touches, lingering smiles, the way he’d look at her through the practice room mirror and then run a hand through his hair or stretch his neck.

And those body rolls. The pops.

Shake. It. Off.

It could absolutely be entirely her imagination, it really could. She prided herself in being able to read others, but this attraction, this shortness of breath, this amount of gulping and shallow breaths could just be clouding Y/N's judgement. She was smart enough to recognize the possibility of him not feeling the same pull towards her as she did for him, and yet... 

In any case, she was happy to say they'd become friends over the time she'd spent in his country. He was a very professional, talented man, as were all the members he worked with.  

”I was sure you’d be at home by now,” she smiled, flailing her arms around loosely to warm up her body to at least the same temperature as her cheeks and ears. Her hoodie bounced around as she moved.

Hyunjin replied with a smile a kin to hers, shaking his head.

”I waited for you.”

Y/N’s body froze for a millisecond before she forced it to move. A clumsy attempt at a calf stretch was all her blurry mind could conjure, but it would have to do.

”Why?” Her eyes stayed glued to the floor.

If this had been any other flirtatious situation she would’ve held her head high up, looked the person straight in the eye.

But looking at Hyunjin straight in the eye would get her fired.

”You did a dance with Lee Know.”

Hyunjin’s voice was slow, every English syllable calculated. The tone was serious, maybe a little hurt?

She swung her left arm to the side, grabbing it with the right one for a proper shoulder stretch.

Every move was automated, she was so focused on where this was going. The possibility of his jealousy was just… well, it was intriguing.

Hyunjin was a man who could snap his fingers and be surrounded by a tidal wave of adoration in the form of fans. It was strange to hear this colour painting over his words.

”Yeah, you mean the one for the Mnet special?”

He nodded. She caught it through the mirror.

Y/N and Lee Know had a project together which was some of the most professional, intense and educational shit she’d ever gotten the chance to participate in. They choreographed a routine for Lee Know and another idol, but it was a ”couple’s choreo” with a love arc. The mixture between elements from street, modern and classic Kpop moves made it as interesting as it was. Teaching the two how to move with each other in addition to moving in sync, which they were already flawless at, was a challenge, because it’s not as common in Korean routines to include a lot of touching from a more romantic, sensual point if view. They studied improv for a while before taking the technique and spinning it into an intense, unique choreo.

Y/N was so proud of it, definitely in her top three creations.

”What about it?”

”Teach me too. Please.”

Hyunjin’s face remained serious as his chin lowered. The gaze that bounced through the mirror was more demanding than pleading. Annoyed because he didn’t know the technique yet, because he didn’t like how nervous asking this made him, because she’d danced with Lee Know so much more than with him. Alone. While he was only left with one eighth of her attention as she taught the entire group.

”Y-You want to learn the choreo?”

The stutter made him think he had the upper hand, it was difficult to control the upward swing of his lips.

"If it isn't a problem, then yes. Please."

She was supposed to be working on that week's choreo. Say no, just say not now. Later, some other time. I have to work now, Mr. Hwang.

"Sure!"

Fuck.

"Warm up?"

Y/N couldn't recount a single one of the moves she did during the entire three songs they warmed up for. She probably stretched, or something. Whatever she did, she was warmed up as "Red Lights" ended. Hyunjin's hoodie now clad the sofa instead of his toned torso, though the over-sized Celine shirt left a lot to the imagination. Imagination is exactly where Y/N's thoughts had to stay if she wanted to keep this job. There was no scenario where bringing anything into action would be a good idea. The room felt three times smaller than when she'd entered, she wondered if he felt the walls bringing them closer together as well. It wouldn't feel so anxiety-inducing if this were a situation where something could happen. Where she could do the full splits without feeling like it's a very sexual, show off move. Everytime she bent down she felt like a flirt, like she was sending some signal.

To be fair, she was. But not purposefully per se, these were beneficial moves when warming up, but her pants would light ablaze if she'd claim she wasn't hoping Hyunjin would look over whenever her ass was in the air or when she was stretching her neck or warming up the spine with some body rolls. What? They're efficient.

And it wasn't like Hyunjin wasn't putting on a show, with all the stretching and rolling and heavy breathing. That. Fucking. Neck. And hair.

She could still be wrong, of course. Her hormones could be controlling her eyes, and his "show" was just him being effortlessly hot.

And then they moved onto the choreography, and the room just got smaller. But as soon as they were a few eights in, Y/N noticed that there was in fact something about this genre of dancing that was unfamiliar to the man now catching her and spinning her around. It was exactly what she instructed, but it was missing something.

"Hyunjin," she smiled the dance teacher smile, one she didn't think he'd ever received from her before. He huffed, like he knew something was off. "We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable."

His dark eyes traveled from the mirror to her face in panic, resistance.

"Okay!" she raised her palms understandingly. "Okay, let's continue. But you have to trust me."

"I trust you," he answered in confusion.

"I mean," she continued, teaching mode now taking over, thank goodness. Easier to keep her thoughts in check when she wasn't focusing on his hair sticking to his neck. Or the way she got to- had to direct his hands around her body. "Trust that it's okay to be intense all the way with the movement. You're... you become almost mechanic when you touch me, before and after you're doing great. Do you get it?"

It wasn't as though the man wasn't a professional, there were obviously so many choreographies in their repertoaire where the members were connected. But this was different, sensuality was never really a part of those moments. It was part of Hyunjin and his movements, absolutely, which is why she was sure he could learn this, they'd just have to get more comfortable.

A nod. Hyunjin stared at his hands.

"You're great, really. It's just... hmm... how should I explain it? Dancing as a duet is like-"

"Sex?"

"What?"

"Wha- nothing! Sorry, sorry," Hyunjin stuttered and spun around to reach for his water bottle.

Hard to keep a teacher mode going in an environment like this. Had it been anyone else, had she been back in her hometown, she probably would've used the same metaphor. It was like sex, in a lot of ways. The trust, the intimacy. The sweating. Stop it.

Did Hyunjin have sex? Did any of them? Of course, what are you thinking? Eight adult guys, the probability of all of them being asexual felt beyond impossible. There was no rule that was strong enough to stop them, no contract or anything. Sex was also a need, after all. And there were plenty of people willing to be on the receiving end- SWEET JESUS, stop it.

Y/N cleared her throat, her middle and index finger scratching at her scalp. You're the teacher here now. Teacher.

"Why don't you just put on some music and I'll try to show you?"

Hyunjin nodded, lowering the bottle and making his way to the back of the room to pick a tune. He stayed still for a moment and glanced back at her for a few seconds before seemingly deciding on what he wanted to go with.

Taste.

"I put it on repeat, so I don't have to run here. Is that okay?"

Really? Are you kidding me? Why this song? Out of all the songs on this planet? And right after Red Lights?

"Yeah, great, good idea. Okay, so..." she cleared her throat once again and made a nervous motion inviting him closer. He was quick to obey. Y/N raised one of her hands.

"This exercise is called 'Magnetism', and the idea is that there's always some part of us touching." This sounds so dirty. "So, if you put your hands against mine..."

It felt like her entire body turned into a magnet, she wanted to attach herself to the beautiful man in front of her.

Make you feel my love, come and taste me now....

"G-Good," she cleared her throat. Yet again. At this rate the small sounds would turn into coughing fits. "Now, let's just move."

They began the movement, palms together, softly transferring the connection to their wrists, arms, upper backs, necks, foreheads. The shift in Hyunjin's muscles was easy to spot as he realized the point of the task; it was more motion than dance, and it required him to let her be his equal instead of trying to guide where the improvisation was going. Suddenly the instigator disappeared. It was like there was a coin they were moving around together; if the connection broke, it would fall. Neither could state how long they kept going, sometimes pausing to just hold their palms together, sometimes taking a moment to sway as their shoulders were connected. It was unlike anything Hyunjin had ever attempted before. Y/N felt like it was her first time truly understanding the point of the exercise, even though she had taught it countless times prior.

The song just kept going, around and around.

When the star-crossed dancers found each other pausing forehead to forehead, their eyes met.

He has such inviting eyes, such a gorgeous gaze. How is he this pretty? I need to... maybe if I just lean in- 

"Great!" she coughed and hopped backwards like a bunny.

Hyunjin straightened back up swiftly, his left hand flying to the back of his neck and eyes wandering anywhere but Y/N.

She explained through shallow breaths and frantic nodding that he did, indeed, seem to get to point, and they could now try going into the more dance-based version of the exercise. Hyunjin made a small Pokemon joke about how they were evolving.

"So, since the choreography is one where you are supposed to lead, I'll let you take charge more." What in the what? "I'll just be here, just touch me when it feels natural." When touching feels natural... What in the actual fuck Y/N? Why don't you just strip for him?

The only way to stop herself from making an Y/N-shaped hole in the wall was to start dancing to the beat she felt, which she began doing right after seeing a nod from Hyunjin as a signal that he understood. It was instinct for Y/N to close her eyes when she improved, and right now, it seemed safe. Dancing to Taste felt like a mating call if she was at a risk of looking at the lean, sweaty dancer in the room with her.

If before she couldn't have counted how many times Taste had repeated during their magnetism practice even if her life depended on it, this time it couldn't have been more than two eight counts before magnets seemed to do what they do: pull. The walls were close, emitting steam.

”Is it okay if I touch you here?” Hyunjin asked softly, slowly. He stood behind her, eyes fixed on her through the mirror. Y/N's knees buckled when their gazes met.

Hyunjin’s hand was on her waist, a warm, strong hold already forming although he restrained himself from using any pressure.

Y/N opted for a nod. There was no way in any form of hell any sensible answer in any of the languages that either of them knew would come out of her.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Don’t make me bad, make me bad, I’m addicted to you…

Why this song, Hyunjin? Y/N should have stopped it. She should've just taught him the choreography. Just let him do it the way he was doing it. Why go deeper? She should've just left it. Or she should've said "no" from the get-go.

But... then he began swaying her.

”Good?”

Good? Perfect, annoyingly and mezmerizingly so. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, Hyunjin was so smooth as a dancer no matter what he did, so the fact that he would be good at this… This was a bad idea.

And yet they continued.

”Mhmm... See? It’s like a magnet, a force between the two bodies that are sharing the dance.”

Just look at me baby, day and night... ”Force…” he repeated under his breath.

”Yeah, mhm,” she gulped. What a word.

Then there were no more words. Just the two of them lost in a track of Hyunjin's own design. He knew each beat, every nuance, and he knew how to use them. The idea of him leading didn't last long, soon the balance that had existed before streched between them again, a symbiosis of two creatures switching between traveling together and nearly fighting for dominance, at least to an outsider it would seem so. They danced around the room, sometimes physically connected and sometimes not, yet always vigilantly aware of the presence of the other. Hyunjin's body rolled against hers, while her back arched and hands painted the air. The same hands then found their path to his shoulders, his grip returned to her hips and he lifted her, spinning around. Hyunjin's eyes never left her. Y/N's stomach was against his chest and kept sliding down against his torso as she lowered gradually. Y/N moved away from him with an artistic glide. 

The room felt like it was the perfect size for them.

She felt a grip around her wrist as Hyunjin spun her back to him with unexpected strength and urgency. Her hands landed against his heaving chest with force, his instinctively slid to her sides.

They froze there, eyes transfixed, transmitting the fantasy of what could happen now.

But it can't. 

”Bad idea,” she panted, turning away from him.

Time to go.

”It’s not.”

He grabbed her by the shoulder and swung her around so confidently that there was no stopping it.

The kiss was tameless, they were primal creatures moving on pure instinct.

Y/N didn't have to wonder anymore; Hyunjin wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

She squealed in surprise as he picked her up, the wall quickly met her back. They both felt overwhelmed, worked up by what had just happened between them, frustration from weeks of pining now exploding. She moaned when he dragged his tongue along her jaw, the salt of her sweat then on her own lips. The sweat, the music, his lips, hands and tongue, it was all so much. Hyunjin felt like he might faint from the shocks traveling through him, but all the while he was sure her lips and skin were a necessary ambrosia, the source of all happiness.

"I want you," he growled as they scrambled to the sofa.

There were no words to form, only moans. It felt better than she'd ever hoped to have him so close, to touch him, be touched by him, there was so much relief and release coursing in her veins starting from each place he touched. But the need didn't go away, she wanted more. This had to be the beginning of a new addiction.

No, this- this can't happen.

"Jin," Y/N gasped.

"Say that again," Hyunjin groaned against her neck, hands sliding under her hoodie, feeling the delicious sweat coating her stomach and ribs.

"Hyunjin, w-we need to- oh- we need to stop."

He froze instantly and brought his face in level with hers. Their breathing was in sync, heavy and fast.

"Gwaenchanha?"

She tried to clear her throat.

"I'm going to get fired."

I really want to keep kissing you so I don't really care but I will care as soon as we stop. Fuck, why are you so attractive? 

Hyunjin looked between her mezmerizing, lust-filled eyes. He leaned down and pressed his swollen lips against hers so softly it felt like pure love and adoration.

"Okay," he whispered when the kiss ended. "I don't want to stop, but I understand."

Neither made a move to leave the sofa. Y/N felt a heavy mix of sadness and frustration pressing on her chest and wanted Hyunjin to replace it. Their breathing slowed, and the equally saddened and frustrated man let his weight rest on her entirely, embracing her as if to say goodbye. Their moment was over so soon, the tension had a brief window to errupt but would now have to be contained again.

I can do this, I can do this, I'm a professional. Y/N kept repeating sensible thoughts.

But they were soon replaced. Hyunjin's body against hers was an intense, all-consuming sensation. She couldn't help but start to grind her hips upward to increase the friction.

"Y/N?" Hyunjin uttered through a moan.

They quickly rushed to their feet, practically in sync.

"T-Thank you."

"Yeah, mhm, thank you, yeah, and I'm sorry. We should- yeah, this was... fun. You're great and uh- yeah."

As she turned to go grab her things, Hyunjin followed and took her hand to press their palms together.

"Dancing together... with you," he started, slowly putting the sentence together. "...is like sex."

Y/N swallowed, speechless. How could she respond to that? Yes, agreed. Let's never do it again then. Good talk. We really can't be around each other after this, fuck-

"It is enough. Please.... teach me more later?" his tone was hopeful, the shyness in stark comparison with how intimate they'd just been.

Y/N could only nod, filled with distrust in her ability to form a sensible reply when he looked at her the way he did. They left the practice room together before going their separate ways.

Hyunjin really did mean it when he said it. As it turned out during the years, it really wasn't enough. But oh, the choreographies they created together...

[magewritesstories]

[ Eli Moskowitz ] Unlikely Soulmates i

Very into cobra kai rn, so I thought of this idea lol

You and your friend sat on the bed in your dorm. Eli Moskowitz; that was the name you’d woken up to, tattooed on your wrist. For a second you’d freaked out, had you gotten somebody’s name tattooed on your wrist last night? Then your best friend reminded you that it might just be the name of your soulmate. It was very likely that Eli Moskowitz was her soulmate and it was his 18th birthday yesterday. 

“So, do you know him?” Sasha asked, breaking the silence. The two of you had been sitting on your bed, contemplating what to do next for the past 30 minutes. “No, of course I don’t,” You replied rolling your eyes, “I would’ve called him by now if I did,” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She just shrugged, “It was worth a try,” pulling out her phone, she started rapidly typing. You leaned in closer, “What’re you doing?” you asked, curiously looking at the screen. “He probably has a social media, I’m checking if I can find it,” she replied off-handedly, completely focused on her phone. 

“So, your soulmate's older than you, sexy,” Brent cooed, looking at her suggestively, you just rolled your eyes in reply, “He’s older by a few months, chill.” “Still sexy.”

The bell rang loudly, making all three of you look up, “Time for first period, looks like the search for your soulmate will have to wait,” He said, standing up. You both quickly followed after him, grabbing your respective bags as well.

[Y/N] [Y/L/N], Eli couldn’t get his mind off of you. He had no idea who you were, and somehow you’d managed to occupy his mind for the past 4 hours. He watched the tattoo on his wrist, willing it to change, give him some hint of who you were, anything would be great at this point. 

Eli had spent the entire morning asking around about you, but it was no use, clearly you didn’t go to West Valley High. Miguel watched his friend the entire morning. “Give up, dude, she doesn’t go here, we gotta find out about her another way.” Eli tried to argue that they just needed to try harder, but he was interrupted by Johnny.

“Any problem, boys?” It was clear from his tone that he didn’t really care about what the problem was, he just wanted them to listen and participate in the lesson. “No, sensei,” they both replied in unison, straightening their backs. Johnny nodded, “Alright pair up,” he shouted, “Hawk, miss Robinson, you're both in charge,” Eli cracked his knuckles, this was going to be a fun lesson.

You and Sasha were walking down the street near the strip mall. It wasn’t a place you visited often, firstly because it was pretty far from the school and secondly because it was generally known as a bad neighbourhood. But when Brent offhandedly mentioned a new lounge that had opened up, your curiosity got the best of you and you decided to check it out. 

You dragged an unwilling Sasha behind you, “Oh, come on, it’ll be fun,” you whined, “Sweaty teenagers, bad music, the smell of blunts and alcohol?” Sasha said, “Sounds so fun,” she added sarcastically. You and Sahsha were always the opposites attract kinda duo, if you wanted to go out to a party at the boys dorms, then she wanted to stay in and finish a book. At the start of 2nd year you’d gotten used to it, and both of you had learned to balance it. You still had your ups and downs though, and this was one of ‘em.

You both sat down at the bar, you quickly ordered two virgin mojitos as Sasha tells you about what happened in the latest chapter of her book, “And then he carries her all the way to the ship, even though he has a limp, and tells her that he would always come for her and–” your best friend is interrupted by a loud crash. 

The sound came from the table next to them, there were two groups standing in front of each other. A boy with a red mohawk had punched a guy in a football jersey, which had caused him to fall down. Another boy shouted at him, asking what his problem was. 

Clearly, mohawk guy had walked up to them and started causing a ruckus. He replied, but it was too loud for her to hear him. A waitress walked up to them, most likely to ask them to quiet down. But it was too late, a fight had already broken out.

Somewhere in the process the waitress had gotten shoved to the ground. You quickly got up to help her. You pulled her up, and she thanked you, as you ask her if she’s okay, you nearly get hit by the boy with the mohawk. “What the hell, do you have nothing better to do?!” You shouted. If there was a kind of person you hated it was the kind that started fights out of nowhere causing innocent people to get hurt.

“No one asked you to stand in the middle of a fight, princess,” He spat, glaring at her. “Who do you think you’re calling a princess,” you ask, matching his glare. He smirked, “I don’t see anyone else here dressed like they’re ready to be crowned queen,” You rolled your eyes, what an asshole, before you could reply Brent pulled you away. Where the hell did he come from? “Come on, just leave it be,” he said, looking between you and the red-head, “Yeah, princess, listen to you little knight in shining armour,” Oh you wanted to punch that smirk off of his face so badly. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” Brent exclaimed once you were outside. “Going to the lounge without me is one thing, but starting a problem with Hawk?” He said angrily.  “Who’s Hawk?” You ask confused, what kind of a name was that? “Hawk is the guy you were having that shouting match with, he’s also the ringleader of one of the biggest gangs in the valley.” 

“There are gangs in the valley?” Sasha asked, speaking up, “Ever since those karate dojos opened up they’ve been fighting each other,” He explained, “They’re constantly at each other throats, and you,” He said turning to you, “You just placed yourself in the middle of one of those fights.” Well shit.

You were laying in bed, the clock showed that it was 2 AM, but you hadn’t managed to sleep a wink.

“Hey, [Y/N], I think I know who your soulmate is,” Sasha speaks up out of nowhere. You come out from under your blankets, “What, who is it?” You ask, suddenly all wishes of sleep are gone. “He’s European.” Your friend replies, matter-of-factly, “What?” “I mean think about it,” Sasha said, sitting up, “His last name is Moskowitz, that’s obviously a slavic last name,” her voice went up an octave, showing she was very proud of her theory, “So he’s probably European.” 

You flopped back onto your bed, your day just kept getting worse and worse. “Great… Just great.” ''What’s wrong?” Sasha asked, walking over to your side of the room, “Nothing, I’m just having the worst day,” You replied massaging your temples. “How so?” She asks, getting under the covers next to you. 

“Well, firstly, the new choreography teacher hates me, then I make enemies with the guy who’s apparently one of the biggest gang leaders in The Valley, and now I find out my soulmate lives on the other side of the world.” 

Sasha sighed, pulling you into a hug, “Well, maybe tomorrow, will be a better day,” You sighed as well, “Let’s hope so…”

Johnny had been watching Eli all morning, “What’s wrong, Hawk, you got a problem,” He finally asks, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. Immediately he straightens up, “No, sensei.” Miguel laughs, causing the boy to glare at him, “He’s worried about his soulmate, sensei,” Johnny grinned, “That’s right, you got your soulmate tattoo yesterday, how’s the search going?” “Horrible, we’ve asked around everywhere, no one knows a [Y/N] [Y/L/N].”

Aisha laughed, “You mean, [Y/N] [Y/L/N], the pianist?” All three turned towards her, “The what now?” Miguel asks, “[Y/N] is a pianist, she’s pretty famous regionally,” she shrugs, pulling out her phone to show them your instagram. All three lean in to get a better look at you picture.

“That’s her?!”

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1D Monthly Fic Roundup

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for November 2022! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

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🔹How Long Will I Love You by @neondiamond [T, 4k, Louis/Harry]

Five times Louis thinks Harry is the love of his life and the one time he says it out loud.

🔹there’s a house in english bond (somebody planned to stay) by safetyfilm / @larrieblr [T, 666 words, Harry/Louis]

The Hotel dates back to the mid-17th century, and the owners have invested dearly to make it a home away from home. Please mind our building rules written below in order to have an exceptional stay.

🔹greased lightnin’ by safetyfilm / @larrieblr [NR, 1k, Louis/Harry]

After Louis mentions on an interview that he still has the jacket from his Grease days, Harry knows just the thing to wear for Halloween.

🔹Needle by @nouies [NR, 666 words, Louis/Harry]

“You didn’t deserve this,” he muttered between hiccups. “She didn’t have the right.”

🔹wanna wake up with you and say baby let's do it all over again by @alwaysxlarrie [M, 16k, Harry/Louis]

“Alright, I did some Googling and I think I’ve figured out what your thing is.” Niall announced as he walked into their kitchen.

“My thing?”

“Sorry, is that an offensive way to refer to it?”

“I mean, I don’t know. I’d probably be able to give you a better answer if I knew what you were talking about, though.”

“Harry, it’s okay. This is a safe space.”

“No, it’s not. You throw cheese puffs at me any time I walk around naked.”

“Okay.” Niall tilted his head in acknowledgement, then corrected himself. “It’s a safe space for things I deem acceptable.”

“Of course.” Harry rolled his eyes. “So, what’s the thing?”

“Your service,” Niall flailed his hands in the air for a few seconds, “thing.”

“My service,” Harry paused to mimic Niall’s hand movements, “thing?”

“Yes.”

🔹You put me on (and said I was your favourite) by downcamethelightning / @sxvedbyastranger [G, 5k, Louis/Harry]

Sometimes Harry wondered what would’ve happened if Louis had never tried to do the monkey bars all those years ago, or they’d never moved in next to each other. One time he had said as much to Louis, and he’d reassured Harry that they would always find their way back together. No matter what.

🔹So Wise by @neondiamond [G, 1k, Harry/Louis]

Harry’s a little out of it after having his wisdom teeth removed. Louis is there to take care of him.

🔹enough to make a girl blush by @disgruntledkittenface [E, 22k, Louis/Niall]

“When I saw you on the sidewalk that day, I couldn't believe it. It was like getting another chance or something.”

“Another chance?”

“Yeah, I think I liked you from the minute I met you in Ms. Conrad’s kindergarten class. It just took me a while to realize that’s what it was. A crush.”

Louis blinks. “You had a crush on me? The whole time we knew each other?”

“The whole time,” Niall says, not looking embarrassed or upset at all. “I don’t want to mess anything up for you, but I really like you and I really like spending time with you, and I just… hope that’s okay.”

When Louis moves from her small hometown to the city, she runs into her childhood friend Niall. Despite her surprise at learning that Niall presented as an alpha, she’s immediately drawn to her. As their relationship progresses and Louis settles into life in the city, she learns that love, sex and identity aren’t always as simple as she’d been taught growing up.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

🔹i could feel the tension, we could cut it with a knife by @alwaysxlarrie [G, 4k, Harry/Louis]

Being a transfer student, Louis is focused on finding a good, solid friend group. What she hadn’t prepared for, though, was meeting a pretty girl with curls, dimples, and the softest, tempting skin in the process. How is she supposed to resist?

or, feeling #100: the felicity of the first touch.

🔹With This Wing, I Thee Wed by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [T, 4k, Louis/Niall]

“Nando’s?” Niall crosses his arms and pouts, a little line appearing between his eyebrows. “I want Nandos. I like Nandos.” “And I like my dignity,” Louis mutters.

🔹Curves of your lips rewrite history by @lunarheslwt [E, 8k, Louis/Harry]

“Kneel.” The prince obliged like a puppet whose strings had been cut, dropping to his knees in one fluid motion. With his bowed back, compliant silence, and eyes that lowered respectfully; he was a perfect picture of submission and trust. He deserved to be captured by Michelangelo, right at this moment, but alas, Louis found himself to be possessive of pretty things. And Harry was, by far, his most ethereal and dear possession. Made sweeter only because he allowed himself to be. “Grace becomes you, when you submit to me,” Louis finally crooned, a ghost of a caress across a delicate cheek sparking goosebumps, “your Highness.” And if Louis were a less attentive man, he would’ve missed the quiet gasp that the title weaved with a taunt coaxed out. A smile curled across his lips. So easy to please, for someone who had everything his heart desired at his fingertips.

Or, everyone bows to Prince Harry, but in the privacy of his four walls, the one he is bowing and kneeling for is his knight, Sir Louis.

🔹over my shoulder by @nouies [E, 10k, Louis/Sebastian Stan]

The media thinks omega singer Louis Tomlinson is dating alpha actor Sebastian Stan because they bump into each other all the time.

Everything changes when they accidentally bond.

🔹Next Door by @allwaswell16 [NR, 2k, Louis/Rob Pattinson]

When a stray cat starts coming round Louis' garden and bothering his dog, Louis and his best friend set out to capture it.

Or a famous/famous fic where Louis and Oli embarass themselves in front of Batman.

🔹The Rescue by @haztobegood [NR, 666 words, Louis/Harry]

Louis likes to do one last round through the kennels to check that everyone has enough food and no one has tipped over their water bowls before he leaves.

It takes him a second to notice the last pen is slightly ajar. Louis frowns; that’s definitely not how he’d left it after checking on their newest rescue.

🔹the ghost of love keeps haunting me by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 666 words, Harry/Louis]

Reluctant Ghost Whisperer Louis Tomlinson meets Harry Styles.

🔹Swallowpeen by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 666 words, Louis/Harry]

To celebrate the anniversary of the day they met, Harry joins Louis on his side of the glory hole and Louis tweaks his usual Halloween offer. Or: The couple that blows together, grows together.

🔹When witches go riding by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 3k, Zayn/Harry]

Harry finds out Zayn is dressing as a witch for a Halloween party they'll both be attending and hopes that surprising her with a couples costume will pay off.

🔹Like a Powder Keg About to Explode by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 1k, Niall/Louis/OC]

Niall enjoyed Louis' Bastille Day special so much that he's booked a private session for him and his lady on Guy Fawkes Day.

🔹Ghost Ship by cherrylarry / @beelou [G, 666 words, Louis]

Louis goes ghost hunting on his own the night before Halloween. It might not be his best idea.

🔹snapshots of moments by fearsparks / @onlythebravest [M, 13k, Louis/Harry]

Harry and Louis have been together for as long as they’ve been in the spotlight. Over the years, they’ve made a lot of memories - happy and sad, sexy and unsexy, good and bad - memories of all kinds. This is just a few of them.

🔹You and Me (Got a Whole Lot of History) by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [T, 7k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw]

Nick loves the crush and fever of being right in the thick of things, but just the thought of Louis looking down and spotting him makes him feel a little queasy.

It hadn’t been a proper thing. It wasn’t a relationship.

🔹You Can Hear It In The Silence by Imogenlee [M, 22k+, wip, Louis/Harry]

Harry Styles can't think of anything worse than moving into a share house with four other lads, even though one is his best (and only) friend. Louis Tomilson can't think of anything better.

And that's just the start of their seemingly never-ending list of differences.

In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite being opposite in almost every way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that shouldn't be kept secret.

🔹An Apple A Day by @lululawrence [NR, 666 words, Harry/Louis]

Harry smiled a bit as he watched Louis stalk down the aisles filled with various vitamins and supplements, continually grumbling under his breath and occasionally even hissing at the bottles.

“They’ve done absolutely nothing to you,” Harry reminded him, amused.

Louis’ eyes slid from the offensive capsules whose label proclaimed they were now “odorless and more powerful than ever”. He apparently didn’t seem to care that many people used garlic for a number of ailments.

“I am not amused.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis peruse the vitamins and supplements. Louis would really rather not.

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Janene feels Negan has neglected giving her any kind of attention, especially sexual. She tries to make him jealous which makes him react with rough sex.]

Smut

Negan and Janene

It had been weeks, maybe even a little over a month since the last time you and Negan had truly spent some time together. Lately he had been so caught up with the Saviors and all these groups he would find, he barely had time for you. You couldn’t remember the last time you and him had even been intimate. Slowly you were getting tired of it, you weren’t used to Negan not being sexual with you whenever he could.

There he was down the hall talking with one of his men, his eyes focused with his bat in hand, obviously speaking of something serious. Yet, you didn’t care, enough was enough. Negan was your husband before he was a leader to any of these men.

“Negan, come to bed..it’s already late.”

“I’ll be there in a second, Janene” Negan yelled back without looking your way. You sighed crossing your arms as you leaned on the door, you knew he’d never come to bed.

“A second to you, is never” you slammed the door shut making Negan look up.

“God dammit-“ he whispered.

“Go gather the rest of the men, you already know what to tell them.” Negan explained before pushing past the guy and heading straight to the bedroom.

“What the hell is your problem, Janene?!” He slammed the door shut behind him as he threw his bat to the side.

“Oh nothing, I’ve just been going to bed by myself every night-“

“Yeah cause I’m out trying to make sure this god damn place is safe so you have a bed to sleep in.”

“Oh please,” you chuckled as you unbuttoned your shirt and threw it to the side. Walking around the room in a black bra looking for a t shirt to sleep in you shook your head.

“You use to not be able to keep your hands off me,Negan.” Negan rubbed his head closing his eyes, he hated arguing with you.

“Baby-“ he spoke calmly.

“You know how shit has been lately. I’m doing the best I can, you know damn well how much you turn me on.”

“Oh do I? Whatever you’re doing isn’t enough.” You snapped back as you continued to remove your clothes, your jeans being kicked to the side. Negan taking in the sight of your almost naked body in front of him when you stopped and turned to him with your hand on your hip.

“You know what any other man would’ve done by now-“

“Tread lightly, sweetheart” an automatic change of tone in his voice, he instantly cut you off with a warning but you didn’t stop there.

“No I’m serious, any other man would’ve fucked me by now,” you stepped closer to him not caring what you were saying to him. Your words making him tense, you noticed his jaw tighten. The thought of any man doing anything to you didn’t sit right with him.

“Any other man but you, hell I’m sure your little biker boy, what’s his name again? Daryl-“ Negan suddenly unexpectedly grabbed your face making you look up at him.

“Watch your mouth, baby,” he spoke low yet stern. Looking into his eyes you couldn’t help but be turned on by his dominance, this was what you wanted from him.

“Or what” you whispered as you felt him squeeze your face. A smirk appearing on his lips as you looked up at him.

“Oh you want to get in trouble with me, don’t you?” His tongue slid between his teeth as you looked up at him, the pace of your breathing increasing.

“Seems to be the only way to get your attention now in days.” He slowly began to laugh looking down at your lips, he began to trace them with his thumb.

“You’ve had a damn smart mouth on you lately, Janene”

“So do something about it” you responded in a whisper when he suddenly turned you around and made you face the wall. He held your hands up against the wall and stepped back as you heard him begin to remove his clothes.

“You like pushing my buttons, don’t you?” You could hear the sexual tension in his voice. Excitement rushing through you, you felt him come close behind you and slowly push your hair to one side. His lips gently coming into contact with the back of your neck, you closed your eyes and lay your head back on him. It had been too long since you felt his skin against yours.

“Is this what you want, baby?” He whispered in a seductive low voice as he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you back against him.

“Yes,” you whispered in desperation, little did you know this was just a tease for what Negan really had in mind to do to you.

“I think you need to be punished” he continued to talk against your ear making you shiver.

“So punish me,” you spoke softly when he suddenly yanked your hair back making you gasp.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he chuckled low. He had no idea how wet he already had you, and he hadn’t even begun.

“Get on your knees” he spoke in a blunt tone as you did as he asked. He quickly pulled out his cock and shoved it straight into your mouth. His hand grabbing a chunk of your hair he moved your head the way he wanted making you deep throat him and gag. Just as you went to grab his cock with your hands he yanked you back by your hair.

“Put your hands down, I just want those lips” he made himself clear. He groaned as he continued to fuck your mouth. Your eyes watering, you stared up at him as he thrusted into your mouth before pulling out with a mess of your saliva.

“Oh yeah..” he moaned at the sight as you gasped for air.

“Get up,” he ordered and before you could catch your breath he picked you up and slammed you down on his table.

“Negan-“

“Shhh” he slammed his hand over your lips as he adjusted himself between your legs. Roughly pulling your thin underwear aside, he slid himself right in making you moan leaning back against the wall. He instantly began to thrust, his hand still on your lips until he grabbed your face as earlier.

“You don’t speak unless I tell you to, you hear me?” You quickly nodded as he squeezed your face. He noticed your eyes begin to roll back in pleasure as he continued to move his hips, his hand now moving down to your throat. Placing pressure around it, you opened your lips to gasp as he choked you harder.

“Yeah..now you shut that pretty little fucking mouth of yours and just take it..fucking take it,” he spoke aggressively as he moved harder. The look in your eyes as he choked you only aroused him more.

“No one else is going to make you cum like this, sweetheart.” He loved that you let him do what he wanted to you. Releasing your throat he pulled you to him as he kissed you aggressively yet passionately. Moaning and whimpering against him, the pleasure was overwhelming. Negan pulled out and bought you back on your feet before roughly turning you around and making you bend over the table. He grabbed your hair and pulled back as he slammed into you, moving vigorously as he dripped in sweat. You screamed as your head was pulled back against him, you couldn’t move.

“Negan!” You screamed as he yanked harder.

“Oh no, baby. This was what you wanted wasn’t it?!” His voice was loud and shook as he moved, smacking your ass leaving his hand prints on each side. You whimpered as the pain bought you a different kind of pleasure. His breathing was loud and fast in a way you had never heard him before. Suddenly he pulled out and pulled you down to your knees by your hair, you scream at how roughly he moved as he jerked himself off and came on your face. He cursed and moaned as he watch his cum drip down your lips before finally letting you go. You leaned against the wall trying to catch your breath, trying to catch up with everything he just did. Never had Negan been so rough with you but you liked it. He turned away from you still trying to catch his breath and grabbed a towel to wipe his face. Slowly you stood up and began to fix yourself up as Negan got himself dressed. Before you grabbed your clothes, Negan stopped you and pulled you to him.

“Now do me a favor, be a good girl and don’t you ever-“ he raised his voice as he continued to speak.

“Ever in your damn life even joke about another man touching you,” you couldn’t help but laugh making him squeeze you against him, a focused look in his eyes.

“I’m not playing, I won’t be nice next time.”

“Oh you mean you can get even more rough than that? Hmmm…maybe I’ll test the waters-“

“Janene,” the sound of his voice saying your name with an obvious tone of warning turned you on.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Yes-“

“Yes what?”

You looked at him with seductive eyes and a smile.

“Yes, daddy.”

“God I love it when you do what I say,” he chuckled before pulling you in for one last deep kiss before leaving for the night.

[roller-coaster-tycoon-classic-95]

Roller Coaster Tycoon Classic: Bonus Group

Writing this after I’ve beaten all 7 parks in the bonus group, which took me about 4 months, since I was focused on other things. Tycoon park was beat with the gold group, I started that once I beat micro park. But the other 6 took me 4 months.

The six flags group is such a weird group of parks, because they’re basically sandbox parks, most of the rides even in 2002 are left out, leaving a huge amount of space to fill in some of these parks. I had an itch to scratch 2 years later which is why I decided to do these parks. Upsetting that they no longer have Alton towers, Heide park, and Blackpool. Would’ve loved diving into those parks but they’re not in classic.

I love six flags magic mountain basically because of this game, so I have a soft spot for refurbishing that entire park, and I had fun doing it to the others too, but I really did this project in the order of which I wanted to do, which is why holland was last. Greta adventure is easily the biggest park, with the most original rides of any of these parks. Panda world was a wash, they didn’t give you enough rides to even fill the space.

All in all I really wanted to test my coaster abilities, and really trying to make coasters as crisp and non messy as possible, even if they’re crammed into small spaces. I think my next project down the road would be to redo old parks that I feel like I’ve failed at. Until next time (maybe another 2 years?) these 7 parks have been great.

[somewhat-intelligent]

Finders, Keepers

Flufftober Day 27 - Reunion

@flufftober

(Read on AO3)

WC: 699

Three months.

It’s been three months since she last saw him. Heard him. Felt him.

Three months that she’s missed him.

But he’s almost here.

Any minute now.

Judy bounces on her toes, pulling the jacket tighter against the chilly 3AM breeze. Don’s jacket. This ridiculous, blinding orange thing.

But it’s his, so she loves it. Like she loves—

The loud hiss and thunk! of the transport Jupiter’s ramp touching down draws her attention.

Any second now.

She bites her lip, bouncing again, and this time it’s not from the cold, and she reminds herself not to look for his old orange space suit.

The first few crewmen amble down the gangway, all looking tired yet happy to be on solid ground. But Judy doesn’t pay them much mind. She sees them long enough to know they aren’t Don, then they no longer exist to her.

Her heart is racing. Faster with each moment that she doesn’t see him. He was supposed to be on this transport, wasn’t he? He was. She’d checked the log multiple times. Had she missed him somehow? Couldn’t be. Her eyes hadn’t left the door. Had he been delayed by something up on the Solidarity? No, they would’ve updated the log if—

She sees it.

Peeking out from behind another group of crewmen exiting the Jupiter. The orange, right-side shoulder of a deep blue Maintenance Officers space suit. And it’s almost silly how the other crew members are moving off to the sides as they head to meet their own waiting parties; like curtains pulled to reveal her prize; a straight-shot view of him.

A straight-shot path to him.

He lifts an arm to shield his vision from the harsh floodlights as he scans across the scattered gathering, and her feet are moving before she realizes it. Quick, determined steps, laser-focused on him.

Don’s gaze finally lands on her, their eyes locking, and he smiles; softly at first. But then she’s running, and his smile is brilliant; bag swinging off his shoulder so he can catch her as she leaps into him, her arms going around his neck, his closing around her waist to lift her off the ground.

His soft laugh vibrates through her as they spin once, and the sound, the feel of it—of him—oh, it’s heaven.

“Hello.” His voice is low. Quiet. Only for her ears.

Even though she’s pressed to him fully, she tries to get closer, arms tightening over his shoulders as if that would let her phase through his stupid, obstructive suit, and she buries her face into his collar, fighting back the prickling in her eyes.

“Hello,” she whispers back.

“Did you miss me?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Ouch. Some other reason you’re here at—” Judy feels him shift to check his comm. “—three in the morning then?”

“Just happened to be out for a late-night run.”

Don chuckles and lowers her, toes touching the ground again, but he makes no move to let her go, only leans back to look down at her, a grin on his perfect lips.

“Is this my jacket?” he asks, lightly tugging at the fabric near her waist.

Judy shrugs, weaving her fingers at the base of his neck. “You left it on my couch. Finders, keepers.”

“Ah, is that how it works?”

“Mmhmm,” Judy hums cheerfully. “Besides, you’ve got all your fancy Officers’ jackets now; I didn’t think you’d miss this ratty old thing.”

Don studies her for a moment, his grin drifting to a softer expression and Judy’s heart thump-thumps behind her ribs. The same way it had three months ago, when they were wrapped close like this, and he was minutes away from boarding the transport Jupiter.

Would this moment pass as that one had, or...?

“So, Princess.”

Thump-thump.

“If I found something too...” His voice drops, face tilting. “Does that mean I can keep it?”

Judy shivers; another beat in her chest.

“Perhaps,” she whispers. “What have you found?”

His face is so close to hers now, and the last thing she sees before her lids flutter closed is the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin as he breathes, “You...”

Then his lips find hers.

[vecnasrevengerp]

welcome home DUSTIN HENDERSON (dev patel fc)

hope you brought your tissues with you! be sure to check in at home or to your hotel and don’t forget to always look over your shoulder. this is hawkins, after all.

basics

[DEV PATEL, CISMALE, HE/HIM] When’s the last time anyone heard anything about [DUSTIN HENDERSON]? Old friends remember them as [INVENTIVE and ENERGETIC] but also [SARCASTIC and PETULANT], no wonder they’re still known as [THE ARTIFICER] around town. Today, in 2006, they are [35] and some people say they remind them of [talking so much that everyone tunes out, an unintelligible collection of gadgets and keyboards and batteries that make sense only to him, two kids on a leash, Star Wars sheets and “vintage” sci-fi t-shirts still tucked away in the linen closet, grief thinly veiled under sarcasm and enthusiasm]. [nikki, 25, she/her, ctz].

biography

Last one in, first one out. That was always Dustin’s fear– that his status as the “most recent” add to The Party would one day betray him. So, he focused on earning his keep. Keeping things fun, solving the mystery, being loyal to a fault! Dustin’s not really sure he breathed until El was added to the group. Other than the… obviously fucked up other shit going on, maybe now Dustin wouldn’t be the odd one out! That pipe dream was quickly dismissed when Mike started dating El; but at least he’d always have Will and Lucas! Max was a wild card. A girl as good as him (better than him) at video games who could also kick is ass should’ve infuriated Dustin. And she did, like… 75% of the time. The other 25% of the time, though, he was lost in thought about how she wasn’t bad looking. In the end, Dustin convinced himself it’s for the best that Lucas and Max were together, that it didn’t sting at all to be overlooked. He’d gotten close to Steve, and would go on to date Suzie! If anything, he made out in spades.  

 Dustin thought that Will moving away was the worst thing that would ever happen to him. The Upside Down stuff was bad, sure, but there was nothing they couldn’t get through together. Will and El left, Lucas joined the basketball team, Max pulled away… and nothing was the same. Even Mike was distant, like half of him had moved to California, too, with El and Will. Enter: Eddie. Their D&D group was the one place Dustin felt fully comfortable to be himself. He’d never been very good at adapting his personality for others, and the traits that were borderline acceptable in middle school– his penchant for being right, his passion for scifi and fantasy, his collection of unapologetically nerdy t-shirts– did him no favors in high school. Of course, none of that really mattered when Vecna came back. In the corner of his mind, Dustin was hopeful that this resurgence would mean Joyce and Will and El moving back to Hawkins– a reminder that every bad thing could be worked out together! It felt like part of all of them died with Will and El that September day. 

 Dustin, who had forever been immune to any attempts to change him, was dull. Quiet. For months, he didn’t say more than six words a day, just moved like a phantom from one place to the next, retiring to his room to stare at the Walkie on his desk like it had been bit by a zombie. He didn’t answer Suzie’s calls for months, until she eventually stopped calling. He didn’t know what to say– how was anything supposed to be normal ever again? If Mike and Lucas hadn’t paved the way, Dustin might’ve laid under his Star Wars sheets until he was forty-five, knocking on death’s door. He wanted to resent them for how easy it seemed to move on, but Dustin was smarter than that. He knew where Mike had disappeared to after the funeral (because he’d tried to visit Castle Byers, too)– he’d eyed the letters stacked in the corner of Lucas’ room. Honestly, if Dustin couldn’t run away like Max, he would’ve. Seeing the ghost of Will in his Snow Ball suit at Hawkins Middle and the ghost of El at in the Melvlad’s frozen section was no easy task, but it was the hand he’d been dealt. 

 Like most things, it got easier with time. Whether that was genuine healing or distance and numbing, Dustin for once didn’t investigate, just accepted. Dustin bounced back by the time they graduated high school, not fully, but enough to finally put his mother at ease. Enough to be a friend to Mike and Lucas again, and to go toe-to-toe to Erica at Hellfire. Of course, several dreams had died. There was no way Dustin was going to MIT now. He told everyone it was because of the money, but really? He didn’t know who he would be outside of Hawkins, and Dustin was equally afraid that he’d be just as miserable or that he’d be completely okay. The grief had become part of him, indistinguishable from every other part of him. So, Dustin enrolled in Hawkins Community College to study Computer Science. After his first few classes, he got a job at the library as an IT Consultant, and though it wasn’t the big world-changing technology that he’d dreamed of, it was something that he could fix. A question he could answer, and what did he need now more than control? 

 Meeting Heather Blake felt like a stroke of luck, and when Dustin proposed after six months of dating and she said yes, he thought that maybe every bad thing that was going to happen to him just happened in the first sixteen years of his life; Now it’d be smooth sailing. Heather was really something– a scientist in her own right, an environmental researcher who’d come to Hawkins to research the natural phenomena of 1986. The earthquake. It was easy for Dustin to lie to her, to say he’d never really thought much about what caused it. Vecna was dead, there was no reason to go resurrecting him, lest Dustin ended up locked up like Mike. Instead, Heather’s research inspired a project of Dustin’s own, a seismograph hooked up to a ham radio (a descendant of Cerebro) to not only measure earthquakes, but detect subtle seismic shifts. Maybe predict them. More accurate than probabilities and forecasts, the “Seismro” (name forthcoming) would pick up on the tiniest shifts in the tectonic plates and send evacuation warnings to the immediate impact area. 

 His project was put on hold when Heather got pregnant. The news awoke something in Dustin, a long-held dream that he’d suppressed– the desire to be a dad. It didn’t matter that he never knew his (other than a singular weekend bender where Mike and Lucas heard all about how Dustin was convinced his dad had destined him to a lifetime of being a horrible father). He threw everything into preparing their house for the babies, to serving Heather hand and foot– and when they found out it wasn’t one baby but two? Dustin was ecstatic, his excitement only matched by Gammy-extroidinaire Claudia Henderson. Willa and Ward Henderson were born on October 11, 1995. Dustin smiled the entire drive home from Chicago, looking from his sleeping wife to his two fresh babies strapped in the back seat. Things were going to be okay, they just were! 

 Heather never really recovered from the birth. They always thought it had been physically taxing because they were twins, that she would just be weak for a while. She wasn’t ever really good at resting anyways, and was eager to get back to work. Dustin encouraged it, thinking that she had a spot of postpartum and needed the routine of work to help her stabilize. He’d readily agreed to being a stay-at-home dad, and on days when he went into the library, there was no shortage of librarian or local mother eager to help him watch the babies. When the kids were four, Heather collapsed at work and was rushed to the hospital, where she was diagnosed with Stage IV breast cancer. The doctors gave her six months to a year. Of course, Heather didn’t accept that answer. She held on for another two years; two years of Dustin and Willa and Ward driving back and forth from Hawkins to Chicago, sleeping in Heather’s hospital room, arguing with doctors. The grief should’ve been easier this time; he’d had time to prepare. But it wasn’t. Two of his best friends, his wife. Dustin wondered what more he could lose, if he was cursed forever– worse, if he’d passed the curse onto his kids who were too young to understand any of it.

 But Dustin couldn’t slip underneath his Star Wars sheets and sleep the grief away this time. Willa and Ward depended on him, and what better reason was there to pick up and carry on than them? So he split his time between the library and his home. As much help as Gammy was, Dustin still felt like he was drowning– his body was begging for a break, for any down time at all to release everything he was carrying. So when reprieve showed up in the form of Katherine O’Hannon, a longtime friend from the library. Within five months, they were married and she was dedicating all of her time to Will and Ward. They loved her, they were happy, so surely Dustin should be too! He finally got the break he so needed, and spent more hours at the library and in his workshop (a shed he’d built in the backyard for all of the gadgets the kids weren’t allowed to touch). Dustin even started working on Seismro again, though to his disdain, he was stuck– unable to find a balance between a radio sensitive enough to pick up on such distant rumbles while also giving it the capacity to notify the user. 

 That’s the only reason he called Suzie Bingham. Her number wasn’t exactly hard to find, she’d gone on to be a hotshot at MIT and a guest lecturer at Harvard and had won more fellowships than Dustin could keep track of. She was one of the greatest minds of their generation, so of course she could help him troubleshoot Seismro. But, their conversations quickly became less about the projects and more about their lives– Dustin’s kids, life in Hawkins, Suzie’s life in Boston, her globetrotting. They fell into an easy rhythm, and talking to Suzie quickly became the highlight of Dustin’s day. Sure, he had a picture of her on his desk, but only because of the attached article! It was strictly business, and just coincidence that when she helped him fix Seismro and he sent it off for a patent, he had another idea that he needed her help on. And then another, and another, and another. It was his passion for science that kept him in the workshop for hours on end after work. Thanks to Katherine, Dustin even had the freedom to fly up to Boston for a weekend for a conference (and, of course, a visit to Suzie– but Katherine didn’t need to know about that!)

 Though she wasn’t a scientist, Katherine knew something was up. When Dustin returned from Boston, she’d collected his phone bill, the photo of Suzie, the notes he’d written in the workshop, and spread them out on the kitchen table for him. He didn’t have the heart to lie to her, and everything came pouring out. Ever the class act, Katherine moved out the next day, and they drew up an amicable arrangement so she could still care for the kids when she wanted. Dustin expected Katherine to hate him, to be angry and bitter– but she just seemed to be sad for him. He didn’t know what to do with that, and it’s not like he could tell Suzie about it because she didn’t know he was even married. So he held onto it, and adjusted to the new normal, forced himself to do less inventing and more parenting, because the kids needed him around physically and mentally. He’s still got a shed full of unfinished projects, and calls Suzie from time to time, but most of his time cycles between work, kids, awkward hand-offs in the McDonald’s parking lot, and throwing back beers with Mike and Lucas. It isn’t perfect, but it’s better than miserable. That had to count for something. 

  time capusle

In 1983– Dustin finally rescinded his his Farrah Fawcett hairspray into the time capsule. Some guys could pull off the coif, and it was time to admit that Dustin wasn’t one of them. 

In 1984— Dustin stashed his lucky quarter in the time capsule, the quarter he used to secure the high score in Dig Dug (before someone came around).

In 1985– Dustin put a prototype of Cerebro (and a copy of the blueprint) into the time capsule, fully convinced that it would be immortalized as an early work of by-then the world-famous inventor Dustin Henderson. 

In 1986–  Dustin had stolen Will’s wizard costume from Mike’s basement some months back. He’d planned to mail it to Will in California, as sort of a joke and a reminder of the good old days. Now what the fuck else was he supposed to do with it?

stats

Please distribute up to fifty points among the following stats! Click here for more detailed instructions on stats. Athletics (How Athletic are they?) - -3  Burglary (Can they swipe stuff?) - 0 Contacts (Do they know people with information?) - 1 Deceive (Are they a good liar?) - 0 Drive (like, actual driving ability) - 2 Empathy (On a scale of 1-10 how much of an empath are they?) - 2 Fight (Do they have hands?) - -3 Investigate (Can they sleuth?) - 3 Lore (Kinda like knowledge) - 3 Medicine (First Aid Essentially) - 1 Navigation (How good are they with a map/getting around?) - 3 Notice (Is your character observant?) - 3 Provoke (Are they a shit stirrer?) - 2 Rapport (Are they charming? Can they do it on command?) - 0 Resourcefulness (MacGyver scale) - 3 Stealth (Are they sneaky?) - -1 Will (Tenacity) - 3

extras

playlist & pinterest TBA if i’m accepted…

[valleyfthdolls]

What were the others doing during the 6 months that Sonic was being tortured?

That was during Sonic Forces, when Eggman used the power of an artificially created reality-bending gem affixed to the subject of an experiment he’d performed to try to take over the world. Sonic tried to stop Eggman and Infinite- the one with the gem affixed to him- early on, but due to Infinite’s reality-bending powers, he was utterly helpless and got his ass handed to him before being taken as a prisoner of war. (<- all of this is main series canon btw. I just rewrote it to be more interesting from this point on.)

As I’ve covered G.U.N is utterly shit, and they really only worsen the violence and turn this attempt at gaining power into a full-blown war, because they’re fucking GUN and of course they do. But I guess I dunno what the fuck else they would’ve done.

Anyways, as for the others, they’re just trying to make it through. They honest to god have no idea what Sonic is going through, they’re just trying to hold out.

Their small resistance consists of Knuckles, Amy, Rouge, Silver, the Chaotix, Blaze, Marine, Tangle and Whisper, and a few others. It’s a small team just trying to survive and protect the Earth in the midst of the war. Tails is completely MIA, no one knows where he is. He reappears three months in at the town square where Sonic was captured, and something about his presence and Infinite’s reality bending causes a rift in the fabric of reality, causing the appearance of a younger Sonic, the age Tails had met him, and the age Tails has still seen him as even as they’ve grown up. This also happens when the small group trying to make it through decides they’re going to take action and stop Eggman, forming a small resistance whose symbol- an emblem of a sort of shooting star- becomes a sort of punk symbol of rebellion and fighting for freedom.

Shadow has separated himself from the resistance and is acting on his own, driven by a desperation to destroy Infinite and Eggman and rescue Sonic. He knows that Infinite is trying to prove his superiority over Shadow and get under his skin by taking Sonic, and the most infuriating part is that it’s fucking working. Shadow wouldn’t ever admit it, but he’s genuinely terrified for Sonic and would never forgive himself if something happened to him.

Shadow is in contact with Rouge, who’s working for the resistance as a spy like she used to be for GUN, and she helps infiltrate the security system at Eggman’s base to figure out if Sonic is alive and what’s going on, and she’s the one who finds out Sonic is being tortured, and has been for the past six months.

Rouge tells Knuckles, the leader of the resistance, what’s happening to Sonic, and Knuckles tells the rest of the resistance do that someone can go rescue him. I imagine it would be the Chaotix for some reason- or at least Vector and Espio given that Charmy is literally 6 years old.

Only once Sonic is safe do Shadow and Tails reappear, plus the space-time-rift younger Sonic, but this is actually what causes Shadow and Sonic’s relationship to become so difficult. Despite the emotional wall he puts up to ensure he doesn’t get attached and hurt again, Shadow is in love with Sonic, and getting attached and hurt is exactly what happened. Sonic, refusing to let down his own walls, pretends he’s fine and refuses to admit any semblance of vulnerability or weakness, which infuriates Shadow, who wants to make sure Sonic is safe no matter the cost. Shadow gets angry and berates him for his recklessness often, unable to just admit that he cares and feels like this is his fault.

The thing is, Rouge omitted most of the details of Sonic’s torture to Knuckles, who said nothing more to the resistance than that Sonic was tortured. But Shadow actively sought out the recordings from Eggman’s surveillance system that Rouge had seen, despite her warnings. He knows better than almost all of the resistance combined what Sonic went through while they were focused on just trying to make it through the war-torn mess that had become their daily life with no idea that he was still alive, let alone being put through this.

[jentlemahae]

t*ennie is such a unique case. yg don’t really gaf about dating rumours, and even with kai and bohyun i believe sm and jisoo herself confirmed them instead of yg. afaik h*be has never confirmed a rs before and it’s very unlikely that they will any time soon as it seems their policy is more of a “if we ignore it hopefully it will go away” type of situation (bcs they know what *rmy are like). just as you pointed out, yg only confirms it if the other company involved confirms it first, and as * is a h*be artist, their rs was never going to be officially confirmed

news broke bcs of that infamous jeju car pic. then they were hacked. even though the hacker had access to multiple idols accs (kai, j*min, the rest of bp etc), they focused on t*ennie bcs that car pic was such big news. it’s two of the most popular members of the biggest k-pop groups in the word, ofc k-media went crazy so obviously the hacker knew they’d get the most attention by revealing their business. his fans tried to say the pics were edited but it is literally impossible to photoshop that. how do you edit items of clothing and areas of their homes that hadn’t been publicly seen yet?

like i said, bp and *** are the biggest k-pop groups in the world so ofc global media took an interest too. bp especially are known by french media and french paparazzi are pretty notorious too. they have “exposed” jennie and lisa’s rs now. his fans were determined to deny it by saying it was cosplayers, even after a better pic of * in the same outfit on the same day was revealed. and jennie was over it atp and posted her cute fit pics months later (good for her!)

yes an official confirmation would have been nice but did we need one? perhaps no bcs of all the evidence, but perhaps yes bcs by not confirming anything it allowed fans to keep being delusional and horrible. idk, i’ve been into k-pop for so long but t*ennie is such an interesting case to me

yeahh there was so much proof of them dating that anyone denying must have been living on a different planet lol 🥴🤷🏻‍♀️

and well, they didn’t owe us a confirmation (as no idol does) but generally speaking publicly confirming relationships has its advantages — since the gp and media are aware of the rs, the two celebs have more freedom to go out and be seen together moving forward since the sight of them as a couple is no longer “scoop-worthy”. ie, they might attract less media attention. with taennie, that was very complicated though bcs *** have a lot of interest in keeping up the façade of the members being single at least publicly (way more than bp) so that made confirming it more risky for him. i don’t think confirming would’ve been bad for her — actually i think it would’ve had a very positive effect as it would have assuaged a little bit of the hate she received and receives from his fans. i think the idea of not confirming to give them more privacy is pretty dumb, especially from a pr standpoint

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

Putting our green thumbs to the test and stargazing in the woods

They say the stars shine at its brightest when it’s at its most darkest. It sounds like a cliche saying, but it is true - in a literal sense. Being in the Withering Woods in the winter is a totally different experience compared to visiting it any other time of the year. Aside from the cold - which isn’t actually too bad - the lack of visibility when the sun goes down is a concern in this area.

That’s part of the reason why I’m here with the campers to help the Knights plant a bunch of starlight bellflowers. The idea came from Ruthie, the newest member of the group. She still in the process of moving in here, so we’re helping with that too as her house needs a lot of work. Thankfully, with a bunch of extra hands around - especially those who are experts at building things - we got that done in no time! There’s still a lot more work to be done, but at least all her stuff’s here.

So it’s safe to say that we’ve been pretty busy up here. The cafe’s been slow because of the cold and dark, which is usually the case around this time of year. Aside from missions that pop up every now and then, the Knights have been focusing on helping Ruthie. The sooner we plant the starlight bellflowers, the better - and safer - it’ll be for everyone who passes by the woods.

Ruthie’s hoping to make a brand new start by joining the Knights, especially after hearing so many stories from Cori. She used to be a legal advisor, something she said would’ve been more interesting if it weren’t for the people she worked with. Her extensive knowledge of the law has helped the Knights in many situations, so she’s quite familiar with how they operate.

Although she’d been long burned out because of her coworker, Ruthie had stuck around because she wanted to help people. And she did, which was why she kept doing it. But ultimately, the bad outweighed the good, especially when it reaches a point where everything’s changed and you can’t ever go back. In a way, Ruthie felt that it was a sign for her to leave, though she wished the circumstances could’ve been a lot better.

All she can say about her coworker/business partner/boss is that while he’s not a bad guy, he’s dealt with a lot of unlucky breaks and that left him bitter. From how it sounds, he probably wasn’t an easy person to deal with. Ruthie put up with him for as long as he could because she respected him, but like with his ex-wife, she was worn down by his constant bickering and negativity. Eventually, it go to a point where Ruthie realized that she couldn’t take it anymore, and left despite his protests.

But that’s not the end of it. Instead of it turning into a long, drawn out argument, George had another pressing matter at hand. His daughter Susie surprised her parents when she decided that she wanted to marry a guy she had only known for a couple months while vacationing in Apricotta.

Apparently, Susie’s parents were planning to postpone/sabotage the wedding - Ruthie believes Sam’s the former, George the latter. On one hand, Ruthie understands the concern about Susie moving too quickly, but at the same time, she’s capable of making her own decisions. She also said that Susie was also kinda why she stuck around, because although they don’t see each other much, they always got along well.

And then an incident happened. George ended up getting drunk or high and crashed a boat, killing three, including Sam. Now, instead of getting ready for a wedding, Susie had to make arrangements for her mother’s funeral. How terrible. Even though Ruthie cut ties with George, she didn’t hesitate to be there for Susie.

As Ruthie mentioned, it wasn’t the work that got to her, it was the people. George was only part of it, there’s other coworkers who get on her nerves even more, and unlike George, there’s no Sam or Susie to make things more bearable. When George pled guilty and resigned, the team practically turned on each other and basically used Ruthie as a weapon, guilt tripping her into returning. She had suspected it, but didn’t want to think about it too much, but those people were just straight up selfish, which made Ruthie stick out even more.

Despite being in the middle of that, Ruthie says the real victim is Susie. While her former colleagues were trying to get Ruthie on their side in order to save face and do damage control, not a single one of them reached out to Susie and offered their sympathy. They claim to care about their friend and yet, it’s radio silence when it comes to his daughter and the grief she’s going through because she didn’t just lose her mom, but her dad as well. That’s something Ruthie’s still upset about, and she’s right.

At least Susie’s still getting married and Ruthie will be there. There’s no date yet, but they’re aiming for late summer or early fall. In the meantime, Ruthie’s looking at wedding gifts and outfits, as well as planning an itinerary as she plans to stay in Apricotta for a month.

With all her stuff finally here, Ruthie says it finally feels like a new beginning. At this point, she’s blocked so many of her ex-coworkers that she found it kinda funny. Latte and Ambrosia said it was the same when they left their former factions. Funny how you suddenly become valuable to those who saw you as disposable and worthless the second you set your boundaries and walk out.

But before she can start decorating, Ruthie wants to plant the starlight bellflowers while we can make the most out of the sunlight. Thankfully, they’re not hard to plant as we just need the soil, which happened to be on sale. If it wasn’t for that, then we’d be paying more than twice as much!

To keep ourselves warm in between gardening sessions, we’ve been helping Harmony out in the kitchen. Harmony’s the master of taking whatever’s on hand and winging it to make something good. There’s a lot of vegetables so soup it is. Nothing like a hearty veggie soup to keep you warm and cozy - especially with potatoes, those are a must in my opinion.

Aymn’s been stopping by to help out too. According to Harmony, he’s been showing up at the woods a lot and has been a huge help with pretty much everything. Safiyya tried to drop by when she can as well, but she’s been really busy lately, mostly with things beyond her control. The other Knights are just as concerned about her as well. I hope Safiyya’s doing okay.

Not too long ago, Aymn spent a couple weeks in Adrikha with Safiyya. In short, things didn’t go as planned and it kinda left them more stressed out than relaxed. Though, Aymn said he didn’t really come for a vacation. He came for personal reasons, which was to try and discover his origins.

All he knows is that like Sadiki and Amina, he was abandoned as an infant. However, his early years weren’t as eventful as theirs as he was soon adopted by a couple from overseas. Despite never growing up in Adrikha and having his roots purposely obscured, Aymn never stopped being curious about his homeland.

A lot of the stress has to do with his adoptive parents, something he’s touched on in streams. They’re the kind of people who seem to like the concept of raising kids, not so much the effort it takes. Then toss in living with undiagnosed autism for most of his childhood and being around people who see that a a personality flaw instead of a disability, and well… There’s a lot more, obviously, but that alone says a lot.

It’s a good thing Aymn left as soon as he could, and even if his parents wanted to, they can’t stop him from living the life he wants on his own terms. And besides, they’ll have to go through people like Safiyya, or the Knights, Sadiki and Nabil, or even The Android. Even though it’s tempting to cut them off completely, Aymn said he could never go through with is because despite how things are, they still raised him. Conflicting feelings are never easy to deal with.

As for Safiyya, Aymn’s concerned about her. It’s not that she’s naive, but he thinks she’s just fed up with everything and that’s taking a toll on her mental health. The way he sees it, she’s the kind of person who ties her worth to her work. Meaning, she tries to work towards an end, something tangible and clear cut, like a checklist or something. But obviously, life doesn’t work out that way.

I think Ambrosia said it best when she said that the work will never be done. She’s clearly speaking from experience as she knows what it’s like to be in a position with impossibly high expectations placed on your shoulders. Where everyone looks up to you because you’re supposed to be perfect and knowledgable. I can’t imagine being under such pressure, I don’t think I’d survive.

She also brought up a good point about how the work will never be done. Of course, she didn’t mean it in a bad way. It just means that you have to take it one day at a time, and you shouldn’t be hard on yourself if you can’t get everything done all at once. It’s kinda like progress, just because you accomplished something doesn’t mean you just stop there.

Life is about moving forward and changing with the tides. To work towards an imagined end goal somewhere in the void is just setting yourself up for disappointment. What’s the point of setting impossible goals for yourself other than to beat yourself up when things inevitably fall short?

In other words, we all should be kinder to ourselves, especially when things aren’t going well.

Ruthie used to be like that, mostly over things she had no control over, which is why she’s driven to help people. She feels like Safiyya’s a lot like her in that sense. And now she’s reaching a low point where she feels helpless and disillusioned because she can’t help but focus on the bad. With all the things Safiyya’s had to deal with, it’s no wonder why she’s starting to falter.

Aymn thought that having her tag along with him to Adrikha would help get her mind off things, only for it seem like to have the opposite effect. Like Safiyya, he’s also under a lot of pressure and it’s been taking a toll on him too. Somehow, he thought he could distract himself by trying to find more information on his origins.

Unfortunately, just like his previous attempts over the years, Aymn turned up with nothing. At this point, Sadiki and Nabil told him that it was futile, especially if all it’s gonna do is hurt him more than help. As for why he’s so determined to find answers, he’s not so sure himself. Maybe because his adoptive parents tried so hard to cut him off his roots, it made him more determined to hold on. I guess when you have so little to go on, you’ll take anything, even if it ends up hurting you in the end.

At least being out here in the woods and planting starlight bellflowers has been a good distraction for him. He can’t help but worry about Safiyya, but he also knows that it’s not good to fixate on things he can’t control. After all, one thing Safiyya really needs is time and space. And if their trip to Adrikha proved anything, it’s that Aymn and Safiyya need to spend some time apart and take a step back from their lives.

I wish I could help them in some way, but like Aymn said, only time can help. Not to mention that Safiyya herself must be able to admit that she’s carrying too much on her shoulders in order to accept that she can’t fix everything. In that regard, she kinda reminds me of how Emmaline was when she was young.

Sooner or later it’s gonna come crashing down for Safiyya, and when she falls, Aymn and the Knights will do their utmost to be there for her. And that’s another thing she had in common with Emmaline, having a good support system who will stand by her side even when she’s at her worst. I’d hate to think what would happen to them if they were truly alone - the fact that there are people out there, suffering in the void with no one but their demons to torment them, it’s no wonder why we fear being lonely.

Every member of the Knights have been through some really low lows, and it’s times like these that makes me realize how strong and resilient they are. If anyone’s able to get through to Safiyya, I think it’s gonna be them.

The last couple nights have been really dark and starry, which is a good way to unwind after a busy day of gardening and moving furniture around. It wasn’t until I took the time to gaze into the night sky in the wilderness when I finally got to appreciate the stars. I personally find the dark somewhat comforting in a way that I can lose myself into it and allow myself to float away.

And for the stars, I still like to believe they’re wishes. Not just whims and desires, but also ambitions, dreams, memories, tears, laughter - remnants of something, I don’t know. Especially under a pitch black sky, I feel like the stars are somehow feel more tangible than ever.

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StRT Workshop: More than a Street Photography Workshop

"Shoot what the streets give you." - Raymond Tanhueco

I’m not the type who keeps track of the news let alone the weather report but with an incoming potential super typhoon I became anxious about it because if it does land it means that we’ll have to postpone the workshop that I’ve been looking forward to attending ever since the moment I signed up for it.

I have been doing photography for almost 5 years now and I have plateaued in terms of self-learning. I still continue to learn photography daily in any way I can or stay inspired with it. Ever since it became safer for us to go out and do street photography again, my passion for it has reignited. I attended a street photography event last month which made the fire stronger. When I heard that Raymond Tanhueco will do a comprehensive street photography workshop for a limited group of people, I knew this is the fuel that would definitely add more to the fire!

If you’re expecting that it will be a whole day of photowalk while discussing how to capture trendy photos, what settings to use, what focus modes to use, etc. sorry to disappoint you but it’s not only that. We did do a photowalk to apply our learnings but we only spent 3 hours of the 18-20 hours that we were together taking photos outside which ultimately gave us more time to discuss and to do activities indoors that helped us grow so much more.

Rather than focusing on the techniques, the focus was on the bigger picture, the mindset, the approach on how to take better photos and the activities that could lead to the possibility of making a photo so much stronger.

"Be ready to get hurt!" - Raymond Tanhueco

It’s part of his guidelines upon signing up and if you know RT and have heard him criticize photographs, you know how he delivers his opinion. He doesn’t sugar coat it but what I appreciate about it is you know it’s nothing personal. I signed up knowing that it would be done by someone who can tell me straight to my face what my strengths, weaknesses and what I can improve on and do it in a professional way.

If you’re going to ask me if I got hurt by any of his comments throughout the weekend? No. If you’re going to ask me if what he told me could hurt you if he told you those? Yes.

I wouldn’t even call it tough love. It’s simply he calls it as he sees it.

The success of the workshop doesn’t rely on him alone but with everyone in the group. RT was able to create a safe space for us to be open to ask questions, to give comments and feedback towards each other including himself that it amplified the learnings over the weekend. So my experience during this workshop could be different than yours as it would also depend on you and your group.

It’s the first comprehensive photography workshop that I attended which I paid for and without a doubt it’s more than worth it. If you’ll tell me that I would’ve had to pay a higher price, I’d still go without hesitation. 

From what I've experienced, I attended a street photography workshop but I left learning way more than street photography.

This is the perfect street photography workshop if you're willing to get huRT.

[therecordchanger62279]

THE MEMORIAL DAY PLAYLIST

Because I have a platform for it with this blog, and because the blog focuses primarily on music, I wanted to do something for Memorial Day. I grew up in the shadow of the Vietnam War. I never served. I had a draft card, and a lottery number, but the government ended the draft just months before I would’ve been called. My number was a low one, so it’s likely I’d have been drafted, and I would’ve served rather than seek a deferment. The war ended soon after.

Though I never served, that war compromised the futures of every member of my generation. The money that might’ve been spent at home was wasted in a futile war we never had any chance of winning. It undermined our faith in the military, and in our government and elected officials. The veterans who survived that war were, at best, ignored and forgotten, and, at worst, betrayed, mistreated, and robbed of the dignity of having served their country in what they believed was a noble cause. Even today, nearly 50 years after that war ended, the Vietnam Veteran is the least recognized, and the least celebrated of any group of soldiers who served in any war in this nation’s history. There were 58,220 men and women soldiers who died in that war. The list of casualties, however, military and civilian, is incalculable.

So, I get angry every Memorial Day when I see the flags wave, and the veterans of all the other wars honored, yet again, for their service while those who served in Vietnam are shoved aside, or ignored altogether. I wanted to bring that fact to light in this space by compiling a Memorial Day Playlist of the songs that impacted my thinking about Vietnam, The Cold War, and about all wars. The list was getting so long that I finally had to stop. But on Memorial Day, if you need a reminder that the day is not for celebration, but for grief, you have only to listen to these songs, and remember one thing: if your government tells you that fighting a war is necessary, it is your duty as a citizen, and a patriot to question authority. If there is another way, questioning authority is the only way a war might be avoided. If, however, a war becomes necessary, and all other avenues have been exhausted, then fight knowing that dying is the ultimate price of freedom, and that never, ever is war a cause for celebration.

Who’ll Stop The Rain – Creedence Clearwater Revival

War – Edwin Starr

Wooden Ships – Crosby, Stills & Nash

Once I Was – Tim Buckley

Feel Like I’m A-Fixin’ To Die Rag – Country Joe & The Fish

Last Train To Clarksville – The Monkees

What’s Happenin’ Brother – Marvin Gaye

Where Have All The Flowers Gone – Kingston Trio

Waist Deep In The Big Muddy – Pete Seeger

Masters of War – Bob Dylan

Grover Henson Feels Forgotten – Bill Cosby

Find The Cost of Freedom – Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

Military Madness – Graham Nash

Four Days Gone – Buffalo Springfield

Vietnam – Jimmy Cliff

The Unknown Soldier – The Doors

The War Song – Graham Nash & Neil Young

2 + 2 – The Bob Seger System

Born In The U.S.A. – Bruce Springsteen

Save The Country – The 5th Dimension

War Pigs – Black Sabbath

Eve of Destruction – Barry McGuire

Galveston – Glen Campbell

Give Peace A Chance – John Lennon & Yoko Ono

Requiem For The Masses – The Association

Sky Pilot – Eric Burdon & The Animals

Machine Gun – Jimi Hendrix

With God On Our Side – Bob Dylan

Bring The Boys Home – Freda Payne

Child In Time – Deep Purple

Rich Man – Climax Blues Band

Draft Morning – The Byrds

Daniel – Elton John

People, Let’s Stop The War – Grand Funk Railroad

Sam Stone – John Prine

Sweet Cherry Wine – Tommy James & The Shondells

Slip Kid – The Who

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall – Bob Dylan

Blowin’ In The Wind – Peter, Paul & Mary

Handsome Johnny – Richie Havens

I Don’t Wanna Get Drafted – Frank Zappa

Peace Train – Cat Stevens

Invisible Sun – The Police

The Universal Soldier – Donovan

One Tin Soldier – Original Caste

Rooster – Alice In Chains

Undefeated – Little Steven

Little Boy Soldiers – The Jam

Games Without Frontiers – Peter Gabriel

Generals & Majors – XTC

Stop The War, Now! – Edwin Starr

Soldier – Neil Young

Washington Bullets – The Clash

Us and Them – Pink Floyd

Land of Confusion – Genesis

Russians – Sting

(What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding – Elvis Costello

Arlington's Busy - Graham Parker & The Rumour

The Star Spangled Banner – Jimi Hendrix

[cjsinkythoughts]

The Shield

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 5595

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, John Walker, Emotions, Character Death, Mentions of Blood, I know people had a hard time with that last scene so please take caution because it is in this part! GIF at end is the ending scene, so be careful when you get towards the bottom! I feel like I’m forgetting some, so just know this one’s a bit more than the others.

A/N: Here it is, folks! The Part we’ve all been waiting for! It’s the longest one I’ve written so far but so much happened and I couldn’t find a better spot to end it than where the episode ended. Thank you all for being patient with me today. I know I didn’t get this out as quickly as I would’ve the past few weeks, but you guys are so awesome! Seriously! I love that you understand I do have a life and work comes first! Thank you, thank you!

This Part is a doozy, guys, and…I’m sorry? But not really. I’m SUPER excited to see where this is gonna go, especially considering Episode 5 is supposed to be the real tear jerker. I can’t believe there’s only two more episodes! I’ve grown so attached to these characters just in the past month! I’m so glad I’m able to share some of my thoughts and feelings with you guys, too! You’re honestly the best!

I’ll be doing more One Shots this week, so look for those on the Masterlist. I’m still taking requests for them, so if there’s anything you want explored about the reader and her relationships that you don’t think will be explored in this Series, just ask and I’ll try to add it to the One Shot list.

As always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading, be kind to yourself and others, enjoy this part and stay tuned!

FATWS Masterlist

cjsinkythoughts Masterlist

(I couldn’t decide on which GIF to use because there are so many good ones! Thank you Tumblr Creators!)

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

“Doll…hey. Doll. C’mon, sweetheart. We gotta get moving.”

You cracked your eyes open begrudgingly, squinting up to see Bucky’s amused grin, head tilted and eyes soft. “Huh?”

He chuckled as you rubbed your eyes, confusion lifting an eyebrow. “The funeral. Zemo said we’ve gotta go if we’re gonna make it in time.”

“Wait, but…huh?”

Sniggering again at your reaction, he held up your phone. “You passed out in the middle of a chapter, sleepyhead.” He teased lightly, grabbing your hand and gently pulling you to sit upright. “It’s almost been an hour.”

You huffed tiredly, stretching and placing your feet on the floor, taking back the phone he held out to you. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You haven’t been sleeping well.” He stated, like it should’ve been obvious. “How’s your arm feeling?”

“Better than earlier. It’s just sore. That’s all.”

He studied your features for any hint of a lie. Not finding one, he nodded, holding out his hand. “Okay. But tell me if it starts bothering you.”

You placed your hand in his, marveling for a split second at how big his hands were compared to yours - something you noticed every time but still it never ceased to astound you. He tugged you up, and you looked up to meet his worried eyes, remembering his question.

“I will, Buck. Promise.”

He nodded, tilting his head towards the door. “C’mon, cuddle bug. We don’t wanna miss this.”

A groan passed your lips, but you nodded and followed Bucky out into the main room, where Sam chuckled at you from his spot at the table. “Sleeping beauty has finally awoken.”

You flipped Sam off groggily. “Are we going or not?”

“Do you wanna wake up s’more first?”

“No.” You answered the one armed brunette. “I’ll just splash some water on my face or something. I’ll be fine by the time we get there. Where’s-”

“Looking for me?”

Zemo strolled out, now dressed in that coat of his, that smug smirk on his lips. You scowled. “I wish I wasn’t.”

Sam stood up, standing subconsciously between you and Zemo. “Let’s head out.”

You nodded in agreement, shooting the Baron one more glare, before following him out the door and into the city, Bucky right besides you, shoulders brushing as if you weren’t ignoring him just hours prior.

The walk was mostly silent, a few jests between Bucky and Sam plus a couple comments from Zemo here and there. You talked about strategy, with Sam bringing up the fact that he wanted to try convincing Karli to step down. Zemo didn’t look pleased with the arrangement, but both you and Bucky relented, agreeing to let Sam at least try.

It wasn’t until you were close to your destination according to Zemo that anything exciting happened.

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit!”

Hell. No. 

The moment the voice registered in your brain, your jaw tightened, your teeth starting to grind together as you held back the very not nice things you wanted to say. 

“Ah! How’d you find us now?” Bucky called out, tucking you into his side protectively, and a little possessively you noted, as Walker and Hoskins came down the steps, the two groups nearing each other.

You were relieved when the subject of Zemo escaping jail went by relatively quickly, Walker latching onto the fact that you were going to talk to Karli instead of focusing on the escaped fugitive in front of him.

You very nearly punched him when he ran in front of you after Sam told him the plan, making the four of you stop in your tracks, but Bucky’s arm tightened around your shoulders, holding you in place next to him.

“You’re gonna let him do this?” Walker questioned Bucky in disbelief, self righteous judgement practically dripping from your tone. “You’re gonna let your partner walk into a room with a super soldier alone?”

Bucky’s jaw ticked. “He’s dealt with worse. And he’s not my partner.”

“And you?” Walker narrowed his eyes towards you. “I expected more from you; the last original Avenger.”

You snorted, shaking your head. He obviously didn’t know how chaotic the Avengers were. What Sam was proposing? You’d seen it a million times with Steve alone. Not considering Nat, Clint, Thor, even Bruce and Tony. All of them willing to try to negotiate before running in, bullets raining and hell rising. “First, I’m not the last original. I’m technically not even an original. Second, I trust Sam with my life and I’m standing by his decision. He’s my brother. As a soldier, I would’ve thought you understood that.”

Before he could respond, Sam stepped around Bucky. You saw the reluctance in Walker’s eyes as he admitted a temporary defeat once Hoskins agreed with Sam. The fact that he was so unwilling to try to save more lives - including Karli’s - made the truth that he wasn’t, and would never, be your Captain harden deeper into your heart.

Ignoring Walker’s confusion as you followed the little girl Zemo befriended - which was weird, you’d admit, but it was getting you closer to Karli - Bucky’s arm slipped from your shoulders, hand sliding across your back and skimming down your arm to grip your hand. Even through your jacket, you felt goosebumps erupt along his fingers’ trail.

You finally came to your destination and you let out a small breath. If everything went smoothly, this mission could finally be over and you could go home and take a bath, get take out, get out a bottle of wine, watch TV, and just relax.

What a dream.

“Hey.” You stopped Sam before he could go through the entrance of where the girl said Karli was, holding his forearm. “You want me to come with you?”

He shook his head. “I think it’ll be better if I go alone.”

You nodded, letting go without any hesitance. “Okay. Be careful.”

“Always.” And despite all you’ve been through, no matter how many times he’s followed Steve’s lead in doing something stupid, you knew he meant it. You nodded again, before he disappeared around the corner.

You leaned back against the wall, Bucky once again wrapping an arm around your shoulder now that you weren’t walking - he liked having mobility on the move, hence the reason he held your hand instead - leaning besides you and pulling you against his chest.

Ten minutes. You tried looking at Bucky’s watch, which was on the wrist of the arm around you. He noticed and turned his wrist slightly, bending his elbow more, which brought you even closer to him, showing you the time.

Giving a small sigh, you nodded slightly and dropped your head back against his bicep, your hands shoving in your pockets, one of your feet coming up to rest against the wall. Bucky shifted to your other side so he could stand in front of the doors to where Karli and Sam were, pulling you against his back, arms wrapping around your shoulders tightly.

It was a long ten minutes. You kept eyeing Walker, and you couldn’t help the anger burning through you as he held the shield in his hands. That damn shield. It wasn’t his. It would never be his. And he would never understand it. The fact that the shield didn’t make Captain America. The shield isn’t what made Steve a good man. Not even the Serum did. He already was one. Steve made the shield what it was, not the other way around.

But then you remembered a conversation you had, years ago, and your eyes flitted up to Bucky’s hardened face, the brunette staring intensely at the ground.

~

You didn’t get it. You were confused. You knew how important Barnes - Bucky - was to Steve. But apparently you didn’t understand it quite yet.

You watched from the entrance of the hallway, leaning against the wall, as Bucky went under once more.

Steve stood there for a moment longer, before turning and walking towards you. “Why’d you do it?”

He raised an eyebrow at you while you turned to walk with him down the hall. “Do what?”

“Give up the shield. And don’t say it doesn’t belong to you. It does. Howard gave it to you. You’re the reason it’s…a symbol.”

He hummed. “And what exactly is it a symbol for, honey?”

You scoffed. “Uh, freedom? Justice? Resilience? The defense of the whole life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness thing?”

He stopped, facing you with a strange expression on his face, thoughtful. “I dropped it because I can’t be that anymore. Not right now. People don’t have the same beliefs they used to have. How can I stand up for freedom and let the Sokovia Accords track every person they deem a threat, just like HYDRA tried doing? How can I be a symbol for justice and let Bucky take the fall for something that he wasn’t in control of? I can’t. And until the world is ready to change…I can’t be Captain America.”

~

And suddenly, it seemed to click. Steve gave up the shield for Bucky because the world wasn’t ready to admit it was wrong. Just like Sam gave up the shield for himself and his family because the world wasn’t ready for the truth that would come with him becoming Captain America.

God…when did a metal circle become so complicated?

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty lil’ head’a yours?” His whisper in your ear startled you out of your thoughts, his nose brushing against your temple tenderly as he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You looked up at him and shook your head. Of all the things Steve gave up, he never gave up Bucky. And it used to confuse you, but you understood then. His blue eyes sparkling with curiosity and slight concern, his fingers tracing patterns along your collarbone with a barely-there touch that was so light it didn’t seem to exist. You finally understood. Not just Steve’s decision, but Sam’s too. And maybe you didn’t understand it fully, and that was okay, because you weren’t them, so you never would, but you understood a little bit.

“Nothing.” You shook your head, keeping your voice down so the others couldn’t hear, the conversation being a private one, “I’m just waiting for this to be over.”

He hummed, nodding in agreement, setting his chin on your head. “Me too.”

Walker started pacing the room about half way through, getting too antsy for your liking. “Shhh.” Bucky mumbled under his breath, feeling you tense as Walker started talking. “It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me.”

“He knows what he’s doing.” Bucky stated confidently, straightening slightly from his leaning position, arms falling from your form. The two of you exchanged glances as Walker checked the clock over on the far wall, blocked from your view.

“I’m going in.” Walker strode across the room, heading for the entrance, no doubt willing to steam roll anything - anyone - in his way.

Bucky stopped him with a hand on his chest. You glanced back and forth between the two as Walker spoke, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “Buck…we promised him ten minutes.” You reminded him, seeing his resolve crumble a bit. You could guess he was thinking of the nightmares. The people he couldn’t save. The blood he already considered on his hands.

Walker used his moment of hesitation, shoving past him roughly. “I’m not waiting.”

“John!”

“Walker!”

You followed after him, you and Bucky arguing with him and Hoskins about giving Sam more time, but it was too late.

“Karli Morgenthau! You’re under arrest!”

“Fuck.” You hissed out when you saw Sam’s panicked expression, looking at you confused. Walker was flown across the room when Karli punched him, Bucky shoving Hoskins out of the way to run after her.

“Y/N-”

You threw your hands up. “I tried, Sam! C’mon!”

You and Sam ran over to some stairs, turning corners and trying to remember what the building looked like from outside to cut her off, but you only ran into Bucky again. 

“I wish we had the layout or something.” You grumbled. “We were that close-”

“We’re not done yet, doll.” Nodding, you followed the boys out, Bucky pausing every so often to try to hear anything. “I’ve got gunshots.” At that, the three of you took off towards the sound, Bucky leading the way.

Just around the corner from where Bucky heard the gunshots, you thought you saw a couple people slip around another bend. Noticing you had stopped, Bucky backtracked. “You okay?’

“Yeah.” Deciding it wasn’t worth the pursuit, you turned to him and nodded towards the doorway Sam already went through. He gave you a look, but nodded and the two of you jogged into the room.

You sighed heavily, seeing Zemo knocked out on the floor, Walker standing over him and broken vials that were previously full of, what you assumed was, the Serum. Hoskins ran in right after you, meaning no one but Walker and Zemo knew what happened. Meaning you would probably never get the full, true story.

What fun it is to work with manipulators and liars.

********************

“I don’t like him.” Bucky grumbled, the two of you walking up to the place you were staying in, Bucky holding the door open for you.

“I know you don’t, Buck. I don’t either.” You had asked Bucky to go with you to get some fresh air once you got back, Zemo having woken up a few minutes after and Walker and Hoskins had to make a call or something official like the good soldiers they were. “He’s hiding something.”

“You think?” Bucky scoffed, giving you a look.

You rolled your eyes. “I mean…I don’t know. When we found him and Zemo…my gut twisted.”

He nodded in understanding, his face twisting into a scowl. “Yeah. Mine did too.”

You stopped him before you could walk through the door to the main room. “Do me a favor?” He nodded again with a little hum. Catching his chin between your fingers, your free hand moved to smooth out the creases between his brow. “Stop brooding so much. It makes me worried.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, features softening slightly. “Are you really gonna leave in the morning? I know you’ve had a lot of people telling you to take a break, and it’s selfish for me to ask you to stay, but…I dunno if I can finish this without you.”

“I-” You sighed, ducking your head as you thought of a response, before looking up in his wide eyes, begging for you to stick around longer. “Let’s just finish the day and see what happens next. Okay?”

He bit his lip, nodding slightly. You gave him a smile, before tugging on his hand. “I need a drink.”

He chuckled at that. “That I can fix, doll.” He, again, opened the door for you, and the two of you walked in.

“What a gentleman. Straight outta the 40’s.” You joked, making him roll his eyes.

He took off his jacket, heading to the kitchen, while you sat on the opposite side of the island. “Somethin’s not right about Walker.”

Sam gave you two an amused look. “You don’t say.”

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one.” He opened the lid of the bottle he grabbed, starting to pour two glasses of whiskey for the both of you. “Because I am crazy.”

You rolled your eyes as Sam responded, “can’t argue with that.”

“You shouldn’t have given him the shield.”

Giving Bucky a disapproving look over the rim of your glass, you sipped your drink, narrowing your eyes when he ignored you. “I didn’t give him the shield.”

“Well Steve definitely didn’t.”

Your glass slammed down on the counter. Why did he have to bring this up right now? Seriously? You were just having a nice conversation about places you wanted to visit while taking a walk outside. Why was he suddenly snapping?

Before you could scold him, the doors burst open, making your head whip over as Walker stormed in, “ordering” you to hand over Zemo.

You stayed sitting, leaning on the counter and facing the opposite wall as Sam told him off, giving an amused snicker as you sipped your drink. Bucky sat besides you, facing Walker, and you recognized from the angle he was positioning himself that he was blocking you from Walker’s view, whether intentional or not.

You raised an eyebrow, turning in interest when Walker put down the shield, knowing Sam wasn’t about to fight the man. What an ego the blonde had.

Before anything could happen, however, a spear pierced through the air, lodging in the pillar next to Walker’s head.

Your frustration with Bucky’s comment flew out of your head as Ayo and a few other Dora Milaje walked in. Bucky sat up straighter and you stood up, leaning ever so slightly against his arm.

You nearly facepalmed, a sound of complete disbelief leaving you as Walker introduced himself. Sam looked over at you two, an entertained, slightly incredulous smile on his face.

Sam tried warning him. He really did. But Walker, you’ve come to find, was an arrogant, egotistical narcissist who only wanted to win and would do whatever it takes to do so. Even when there wasn’t really a winner. At least, not in that situation. It seemed that Walker liked ignoring the gray area in the world, which wasn’t good. Not in the least.

Which is why you couldn’t really feel sorry for the man. You saw it coming as soon as he told them they didn’t have jurisdiction. And the moment he touched Ayo?

You put your chin on Bucky’s shoulder - who had stood up from his spot - watching the Dora Milaje kick Walker’s ass, wincing and cringing mockingly at the right moments, making Bucky smirk at you.

“We should do something.” Sam said, although he didn’t look thrilled about the prospect.

Bucky crossed his arms. “Looking strong, John!”

You gave a slight snort, not wanting to encourage anything, but unable to hold in your amusement. Bucky winked at you, clinking his cup of whiskey with your own, before taking a gulp.

“Bucky.” 

You huffed and stepped back at Sam’s tone. “C’mon, Buck.”

“Fine.” Bucky grunted. “But ‘M not happy about it.”

Soon, the three of you, plus Walker and Hoskins, were all occupied with a member of the Dora Milaje. You knew you couldn’t take them; they were on a higher level that Natasha, and you could barely beat her. But you weren’t necessarily trying to win.

It was a strange fight, knowing that no one - except Walker, probably - actually wanted to hurt anyone. Of course, that didn’t stop one of them from exploiting your injured shoulder that she spotted rather quickly. The hits were quick and precise, the tip of her spear cutting along the graze, hitting the spot just perfect enough to reopen it. The stitches that had been placed only a couple days ago ripped, making you wince and clutch your now bleeding shoulder.

“Oh fuck.” You groaned. “You were always good with those things.”

She gave you an almost apologetic look, before she looked over to Ayo, who stepped through the room towards the bathroom where Zemo had locked himself in during the chaos.

When you caught sight of the shoulder thing she did to Bucky, his metallic arm now laying on the floor, his eyes wide and his stance stunned, your jaw nearly dropped. You guessed it made sense that they had a way to do that, but, still. None of you were expecting it.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam asked once they started leaving, Bucky picking up his arm and connecting it to his shoulder.

“No.” The arm whirred as he swung it, getting it back to normal.

You couldn’t help the little giggle that left you, making Bucky raise an eyebrow at you. You tried holding in more laughs, but they just kept coming. “She-she...she disarmed you!”

Bucky rolled his eyes as you chortled, holding your stomach and bending over. “Ha ha. Very funny.”

“Oh come on!” You straightened and wiped your eyes. “That was good! Wasn’t it, Sammy?”

Sammy chuckled and nodded. “I’ll admit, it was pretty good. This, however, is not.”

Your laughter died as Sam made his way over to the bathroom, the light air that came with your cackles dissipating as quickly as it came.

“I can’t believe he pulled an El Chapo.”

You stared at the drain that was uncovered - large enough for Zemo to slip inside and escape. He did it. The son of a bitch finally did it. It took him long enough. You would’ve betted against him days ago.

“I can.” Bucky turned and grabbed your hand. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

*********************

“I thought you told them.”

Bucky looked up from wrapping your shoulder, an eyebrow raised. “What?”

“I thought you told them. The Dora Milaje. Wakanda. T’Challa. I thought you told them about Zemo.”

He leaned back with a sigh. “It was kinda a last minute decision. You know that. You were there.”

You nodded. “I do. But I also know what they’ve done for you. Shuri and Ayo. I was there for that, too. And you know what he did to them. To their country. Their king.”

“I know, I know. I almost died several times because of it.”

Your eyebrows pinched in confusion. “So why-”

“I thought it’d be quick. I thought, maybe, I could do it without them finding out and then we could get to Karli and they wouldn’t be disappointed. Win win.”

Your cheek caught between your teeth as you thought. “You could’ve just asked-”

He shook his head. “They would’ve said no. You know that.”

“Okay. Fine. Yes. I know that. But…but giving them a warning would’ve been better than this.” He hung his head, closing his eyes. “Bucky. Hey,” hooking a finger under his chin, you tilted his head back up to look at you. “I know it’s been hard for you. Everything has. And I’m sorry I dragged you into this. I shouldn’t have let you come along. You should be healing, and it’s my fault you’re not.” He opened his mouth, face scrunching up in disagreement, but you shook your head. “It’s true. I just…I didn’t know it would come this far.” You gnawed on your bottom lip studying those captivating eyes, before sighing. “Which is why I’m not leaving.”

He perked up, those pretty eyes going wide, jaw slackening. “You-you’re not?!”

You shook your head. As much as you wanted to run away, you couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. “It wouldn’t be fair to you or Sam. I promised to help, and I brought you into it. So I’m gonna stay.

“Are you, uh…are you sure? You don’t hafta if you don’t wanna, doll. I know I kinda pushed you earlier, but-”

“I’m sure Buck.” You nodded firmly. “Just…do something for me?”

“I dunno if I can promise not brooding, sweetheart.”

You giggled at his words. “Not that. Just…stop giving Sam a hard time. About the shield. Please.”

His soft features hardened and he scowled. “If he didn’t give it up-”

“He thought it was going to the museum. I told you about that, remember? I told you we’d go when I got back.”

Giving a slight nod, he sighed. “We never did.”

“We will. But, I’m serious, Buck. Please. It’s not his fault. He did exactly what Steve did.” At Bucky’s confused look, you pursed your lips, looking down at his hands, starting to play with his fingers. “Remember how I was thinking during those ten minutes we had?” He nodded. “I was thinking about how Steve gave the shield back to Tony. After saving you. In Siberia. You remember that?” Another nod was given, so you continued. “It was for you, James. Because you made him realize that he didn’t want to be the face of a country that preached one thing, but did another. And that’s what Sam did. He did it for his family. For himself. Because no one wants to fight for a country that goes against your personal beliefs, no matter what they say.”

“I-I don’t understand.” Bucky’s eyes squinted, his brow creasing as he tried processing what you were telling him.

“That’s okay. Not everyone will. Really only they can understand their own reasoning. But you have to try to understand that he did what he thought was best for himself. For Steve. For the shield. And I know - dammit do I know - that it’s the last thing left of him. But it is just metal. Isn’t it? Steve’s the reason it is what it is. No one else. And no one is going to change that.”

Bucky took a breath, glossy, worried eyes meeting yours. “Walker’s going to ruin it. I know he is. I can feel it. Everything Steve worked for. I don’t care about Captain America. I care about the kid from Brooklyn who wanted to make a difference, no matter how little he was. I trusted him. I followed him through bullets and blood, with only that shield between us and them. He was home on a battlefield in Italy across the ocean from New York. And that shield was the welcome mat. It doesn’t matter what it says, what it looks like…but it protected my home when I couldn’t. But now? I feel like it’s tearing my home down. Pulling out the bricks. And it hurts. It was never about the shield, Y/N. It was always about the man it protected when I couldn’t be there for him. And now?”

Gathering him in your arms as he trailed off, you gave a couple little sniffles, pressing your face in his hair, nails scratching the nape of his neck lightly. “I’ll be your welcome mat, Buckaroo.” You offered.

He shook his head, pulling away to hold your face between his hands. “No, sweetheart. You’re not the welcome mat. You’re the new bricks replacing the old. You’re…you’re my home, now, doll.”

You swallowed thickly, unable to handle the rush of emotions that just poured through you, the sudden change in topic making you feel more vulnerable than you’d like. You leaned forwards, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, feeling him go lax in your arms. “And you’re mine.” You murmured softly, before getting up and heading out for the room, unable to stay any longer. You still had a mission to do. One that became even more desperate with Zemo loose, Walker unhinged, and Karli being so close.

******************

There was a silent agreement to not bring up your conversation. Not yet, at least. Sam had eyed you both when you came out of the room, saying you were ready to get moving, but he didn’t say anything either.

None of you really knew where you were going, only what you had to do. Find Zemo and get to Karli before Walker could. Both of which were a lot easier said than done.

Until Sam got a call from Sarah, who told him Karli contacted her personally and threatened her and her sons. She left a contact number for Sam, evidently wanting to meet. His phone dinged not a minute after he texted the number.

“She said come alone.”

“Well that’s not happening.” You opposed, crossing your arms.

Bucky nodded with your sentence. “We’re coming with you.”

Sam didn’t say anything against it, the three of you exchanging glances, before heading out to the location, changing into your tactical suits along the way.

Karli didn’t seem to mind you and Bucky tagging along, and you understood why the moment she mentioned not killing Sam because he wasn’t hiding behind a shield. It was a distraction. They were going after Walker.

It was confirmed only moments later when Sharon contacted Sam. “Looks like he found them, or maybe they found him.”

As soon as Sam announced that it was Walker, you jumped into action, Sam disabling Karli for just the right amount of time for you to get a head start. “I’ll send you the location. Go.” He told Bucky, who nodded and took off in his super soldier sprint. “You hitching a ride?”

You rolled your eyes at his slight tease. “I hate this so much.” You grumbled, catching his hand as he took off in the air with his bird costume. He held onto you tightly, like the millions of times you’d done this before, although it didn’t make you any less dizzy, traveling that fast, that high, with only his hold keeping you from dropping. “You’re lucky I trust you so much!”

He gave a small chuckle at your shout over the wind. “We’re landing! Brace yourself!” You followed his order, just in time for him to break through the glass ceiling of the building Walker was in. The both of you landed on a platform on the staircase just as a Flag Smasher was thrown through double glass doors, down the stairs, and into a power box. Your eyes went wide as Walker strolled down the steps, oozing a confidence that made you nervous. The moment Walker stopped the Flag Smasher - the Super Soldier - from hitting him with the pipe, you knew even before he twisted it like a pretzel.

“Sam.” You breathed out. You couldn’t even do anything, only watching as the Flag Smasher got up from being thrown again, and running down a hall.

“What’d you do?”

“They got Lemar.” Was the only reply he gave, brushing past you and Sam. You gave Sam a look, but he just jerked his head down the hall, in the direction the Flag Smasher went and the way Walker started heading. You nodded, willing to drop it for now to save someone’s life, but you were so bringing it up once this was done.

Jogging into the room, you should’ve expected the ambush in the room, but, to be honest, they didn’t take as much advantage as they could’ve, so it wasn’t too difficult of a fight. You had trained with Steve millions of times before, so you knew how to go against a Super Soldier. Granted, your Cap wasn’t trying to kill you while training, but it was better than nothing.

You protected your shoulder, knowing that was your weak point, while trying to disguise it so whoever you were fighting wouldn’t realize your Achilles’ Heel. Something you often found while dealing with Steve, and even Bucky, was that Super Soldiers, as quick as they were, tended to favor the super strength side of their enhancements. This made it easier for you to dodge the attacks, knowing most of your blows wouldn’t do much.

Knowing you wouldn’t be able to stay on the defensive for long, you decided to try to get an advantage over them. Disarming them and taking their knife was easy enough. A small advantage, yeah, but now you had a weapon, and you could work with that.

You weren’t exactly sure when Bucky joined the fight, but he did, immediately coming over to you when you body kicked your opponent, helping you up. “That was a Steve move.” Your eyes caught sight of the Flag Smasher behind him and you shoved his shoulder down, throwing your knife, making it land solidly in the man’s shoulder. Bucky looked up at you from his crouch, impressed. “And that was a me move.”

You shrugged. “I’m a visual learner.”

You, Sam, and Bucky were about to go for another round with the guys when a sickening crack sounded behind you, and you whipped around. 

Hoskins was against a split pillar, a crimson streak running down his forehead, head lolling to the side, lips red and cracked. The fight stopped as Walker rushed over to his friend, but you knew there was no way he survived. A punch from a Super Soldier? That hard?

Eyeing the Flag Smashers, you turned to Sam and Bucky when they started dispersing, Karli running out as well. They nodded towards you and the three of you took off after her, not wanting to let her get away again and, for you, at least, wanting to give Walker some time.

You weren’t expecting his grief to turn into such raw hatred. 

Running up to the city square, you didn’t actually see it happen. Just the aftermath. Which was good, considering you nearly threw up just seeing that.

You heard the change in Bucky’s breathing, barely recognizing the way he stepped in front of you, only realizing you stepped closer when you felt his sleeve against your palms, fingers tightly wrapped around his forearm. A choked sound came from somewhere, but you didn’t know it was you, even as Bucky reached his arm around to hold your waist, keeping you behind his shoulder. 

Tears leaked down your face silently, eyes unable to look away as Walker straightened, sliding the shield on his arm, too nonchalantly for someone who just murdered another in front of a crowd full of people, cameras pointed towards him.

The shield. That piece of metal you had been wondering so deeply about the past couple of weeks. The link to the first person you’d ever loved. Ruined. Tarnished. Stained.

You could barely breathe, your throat clenching so tightly it was a wonder you were able to get anything out at all.

“James…”