#i kept staring at this for like 20 minutes trying to figure out a good caption GUJHGJHJ

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Have you really done the right thing?

[sonarspace]

sweet syrup, satoru gojo

synopsis: emotions are all over the place when fwb!gojo stands you up… for another girl? content: fluff (kinda). smut (food play, fem!receiving, orgasm, unprotected sex) wc: 3.1k a/n: another fic within 24hrs to make up for my absence :). (not proofread!). this is a result of listening to sesame syrup by cigarettes after sex on repeat.

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your phone chimes with a text from satoru “are you free this week? i’m coming to your city”. to which you reply almost instantly. “yeah, i can make some time.”

he texts back: “no need to cancel any plans. i can work around it. just wanna spend some time with you while i’m here.” making your heart flip.

“i have an event to attend tonight, but can i come over sometime between 2 and 3?” he sends another text.

it’s not really like you had much going on in the week so you decided to say yes. to which he sends a winky face and a see you soon.

it’s almost 2am when you’re done getting ready. it has been a while since you’ve seen each other and while satoru has seen you in all your rawness. you figured it wouldn’t hurt to dress up a bit.

you decide to wear an ocean blue lingerie set (his favorite color) and a sheer white dress over it, leaving nothing to imagination. you hope you can catch him off guard with this look.

you look at the clock and it’s already 2:30am. you decide to send him a text to confirm he’s going to come up or not. it’s not like satoru to stand you up especially on a plan he’s made.

“are we still good for tonight?” you text. but no reply comes through. he did say 3am didn’t he, you think to yourself. maybe he’ll be there by then. you sigh and decide to put on a movie.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and wait a bit longer past 3. but you regret that decision as you are watching instagram stories and see a pic of none other than, satoru gojo in all his glory at the party he said he’d be. an angry pout takes over your lips.

what gets you isn’t the fact that he may still be at the party but who he is with. some model’s lips are pressed to his cheeks – hand hovering over her back and his stupid people winning grin plastered on his face.

posted 20 minutes ago. you inhale deeply, trying to keep the tears at bay. you didn’t even know why you were hurt. after all you were just fuck buddies and nothing more. you suppose it was the anger making you cry.

feeling stupid at even trying to dress him for him, streaks of black mascara run down your face. you look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, willing yourself to not cry over some rich fucker.

you wipe your make up and change into a pair of sweatpants and lay back down on the couch. continuing your show trying to distract yourself from the indirect rejection you felt.

but your mind kept going back to him. why would he wanna be with you when he can get all those pretty girls with their perfect bodies. girls who could probably make him feel far better than you do.

you were stupid to think there was something going in between the two of you. as soon as that thought crosses your mind a text chimes. “baby, i’m so sorry. almost there. 5 minutes.”

you scoff at the nickname ‘baby’ huh. “don’t bother. i’m going to sleep.” but you don’t get a reply back. instead what you get is loud repetition of knocks on your apartment door followed by your name.

he waits a beat and then continues knocking. “not leaving until you open the door” he texts you. out of compassion for your neighbors, you open the door. his hand stops mid knock as you gesture him to get in.

"i'm really sorry, i swear i didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long." he starts rambling and you look at him with a plain stare and arms crossed to let him know you're not having his bullshit — you already know he has other priorities.

"i lost track of time and i left the party as soon as i realized. my phone was dead, so i couldn't even text you. i just charged it on the way here. darling, you know i'd never keep you waiting," he moves closer to grab your hands and you let him.

you gulp hard trying to not cry. he reaches to touch your face but you jerk your head away. "don't gojo." the change stings him and you see a look of hurt pass over his face. "please" he drags out the syllable. "okay," you tell him and he almost smiles but you reach out and wipe the lipstick mark off his cheek bringing it up to his eyes "what's this then?"

he narrows his eyes at your thumb in thought, "it's nothing, i swear. she kissed my cheek out of nowhere and they took the photo and i moved away from her just as fast." and you scoff in disbelief, "you just have an answer for everything, don't you gojo."

he groans “just give me a minute,” and pulls out his phone — going through his texts to show the photos of him taken throughout the night. out of habit you take in his appearance. he looks unbelievably sexy in an all black outfit, a sheer black tank and a black overcoat with matching suit pants. you're immediately reminded of your white dress that you had picked earlier and think how perfectly it’d match his outfit. a tear involuntarily escapes your eye.

you wipe it casually before he can notice. he pulls up the photo probably going around on social media at the moment and then the one of him moving away from the lady, "see!" he exclaims. and you sigh, "what do you want me to say gojo?"

"first off, don't call me gojo. secondly, forgive me. it was an honest mistake, you know i'd never do it on purpose. and lastly, i've missed you so so much baby," he drops his forehead to yours and you don't pull away. cause you've missed him just the same.

"go home," you whisper to him. "can't." he replies in the same manner. "it's too late and i didn't get my car. let me stay. let me make it up to you."

you pull away from him and turn towards your bedroom. he lets out a sigh of relief thinking maybe you were giving him a second chance but his shoulders deflate just as quick when you say, "you can take the guest room."

and so he does. he'd take any chance to be close to you since his job makes it hard for him to stay around you for long periods of time. so whenever he comes to this city, he'd prefers to stay with you rather than at a hotel.

and although your relationship and feelings for each other were hidden under the title of "fuck buddies" you both knew it was more than that. both of you went exclusive as soon as you started sleeping with each other. hell you don't think you could find anyone who would fuck you as good as satoru does. and he doesn't even want to try because the way your pussy makes him feel is other worldly.

he gets out of the shower and opts to wear just his boxers and lays comfortably at the thought of making it up to you in the morning. meanwhile you twist and turn trying to find a position to sleep, wondering if you should give in or keep it up so he knows what he did was wrong.

you wake up to the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen and smile when you remember satoru stayed over last night. albeit not with you but still. your jaw drops slightly when you walk out and see him standing by the stove in nothing but his boxers. the early morning light accentuating the dips and curves of his muscles.

"satoru!" you shriek covering your eyes. "oh, good morning baby. why are you hiding your face?" he asks as if he isn't standing there with his dick in your face. "why are you naked?! put something on!" you exclaim. "ahh, nothing you haven't seen before princess. plus i’m not naked. I’m wearing boxers!” he grins and then adds on “can't exactly wear those clothes when i'm cookin breakfast. it's uncomfortable."

"ugh," you say out loud and march back into your room. you come out with a pair of his sweatpants and throw it to him from across the counter. "wear these!"

"whatever you want baby," he pulls them on and they rest sinfully on his hips – almost teasing you and your cheeks flush. “can you taste this for me?” he asks and you walk around the counter to stand next to him as he pushes a spoonful of syrup towards you.

your eyes flutter close and you hum at the sweet taste. “this is really good,” you smile softly. “thanks. it’s for the french toast. i just put it in the oven to keep it warm. thought you’d be asleep for a little longer.” you beam at the mention of french toast, they were your favorite. “nutella?” you ask and he nods with a mesmerizing smile “just the way you like it, sweets.”

you both gaze at each other with a soft smile. “can i have another spoon?” you meek. you accidentally let a little bit of it dribble down your chin. “oh shit,” you’re about to wipe it off but satoru holds your hand and pulls you in closer.

you feel his tongue leave a wet trail behind as he licks the dripping syrup from your chin to the corner of your mouth. your breath hitches at the sensation. he pulls back and looks at you with smirk.

before he can take too much pride in catching you off guard, you surprise him by clashing your lips to his. he bucks backward and steadies himself with a grip on your waist.

his heart picks up a beat at finally feeling your plush lips on his. tasting the remnants of syrup still sticking to your lips. your kiss felt transcendental to him. like the only way to stay alive was the air that passed through your mouth to his. and he rejoiced at that. he’d be willing to live with you as his source of oxygen.

gaining back some composure he pushes you back and places you on the counter. you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in further. his tongue tries to find its way into your mouth but you don’t budge. instead you giggle into the kiss and he takes it as an indication to kiss your teeth.

his lips move over your jaw, lightly nipping at the skin at the space under your ear. his tongue pokes out and traces your ear lobe once, twice and then he nibs down on the cartilage playfully with a whine of your name. the oven’s beeping brings you both out of the love lust trance you’re in.

he huffs and moves back to turn off the oven while you turn off the stove and grab another spoon of syrup. he turns back to see you leaning back on an arm and kicking your feet – dropping the sticky syrup over your clothed perked nipples. the lack of a bra evident. “oops” you pout, feigning innocence.

his breath seizes at the scene unfolding in front of him. he licks his lips once and then without wasting any more time, his mouth moves over your chest. licking the syrup off your shirt and in the process stimulating your nipples just like you hoped. he pulls off your shirt and throws it behind somewhere behind but before he can go further you stop him “wait!”.

“not in the kitchen,” you speak timidly – a flush creeping up your neck at his lustful stare. pressure builds in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you and you squeeze your thighs for a bit of friction.

“where?” he asks as he picks you up. “anywhere but the kitchen,” you whisper into the skin of his neck as you place a chaste kiss. and then he’s dropping down to his knees with you. laying you on the wooden floor of your living room

he leaves you on the floor for a beat and then comes back with the pot filled with syrup. he peels of your sweatpants along with your soaked panties. “lay still,” he tells you and you straighten out your legs and arms.

using you as his canvas he grabs the pot of syrup and tilts it over your body. creating a pattern of syrup on your naked body. he places the pot back on the counter and admires his work. a thoughtful grin on his face as he makes eye contact with you. “can i take a photo of you?” he asks and you nod without a second thought. he grabs your phone and snaps a pic. this image of yours would be imprinted in his mind forever and more.

“look at how beautiful you look,” and surely you do. sprawled out over the wooden floors of your apartment with a sticky substance covering your body. but that’s not all. the sun shines through the curtains, casting your body in an ethereal light and a ring of light on your head acting as a halo. “just like an angel. my angel. aren’t you baby?” he asks for confirmation.

and maybe it’s too early to say but you do anyway. “only yours, satoru. always yours,” you utter the words he’s been waiting for – well he feels like his whole life but in reality it’s only been three months since you two started this relationship.

the intensity of his gaze has a shiver run over your body and you can feel goosebumps erupt across your skin. he moves on top of you. taking his time with your body. licking over and over until he cleans the syrup. you almost feel like you’re not breathing as his mouth moves over your neck, collarbones, chest, stomach – lapping and littering your skin with love bites.

before moving further down he gives you a deep kiss and you can taste the sweetness of the syrup on his tongue as it tangles with yours. but it’s so incredibly satoru, to be tasting this sweet you can’t help but suck his tongue a little.

finally he spreads your thighs and makes himself at home. licking a quick stripe to test your wetness. there’s so much arousal it has him wondering if you already came. your nubs a shade darker, almost angry at being away from him for so long. he coos at your pussy as it was a separate being. “you missed me, didn’t you?” a peck to your clit. “i missed you too, but your mommy was tryna keep us apart.” you can’t help but laugh at the endearing silliness of him speaking to your pussy. faking a gasp he whispers “i know! it’s okay. going to take such good care of you now,” this time he looks at you.

his tongue moves over your bundle of nerves pressing down on your nub stimulating it just the right amount and plunging a finger into your cunt. his eyes flutter close at your taste. “nothing comes close to your sweetness, darling” he groans. your hands tangle in his head as he continues sucking your clit. you moan his name “ha ha ‘m so close toru.” so he speeds up his pace – licking ferociously, wanting you to reach your high quicker.

you come with a scream of his name. eyes shut and fingers tugging his hair but he has no complaints. he loved the sting when you tugged his hair like this – when you were too fucked out to even realize you were doing it.

he frees his cock and he feels like he can breath a bit better now. his hardened cock turns impossibly harder when you reach a hand down and pump it a few times and he watches in awe. pre cum lathering his length.

“you doing okay?” he asks you from above aligning himself but not pushing in. “yeah,” you hum but you’re lost in thought. about last night. but satoru notices everything. he squeezes your cheeks so you look at him. “what’s wrong?” genuinely concerned.

“i was hurt last night when you didn’t show up on time. and i didn’t understand why i was so hurt because it’s not like we’re dating or anything. but seeing that pic of you, out with those people hurt. cause i was here waiting for you, wanting to surprise you with a dress i bought, that i thought you’d like. but that doesn’t matter. what i’m trying to say is that this is more than just sex for me satoru. i really really like you. i want more of you. more of this. more of us.” you confess all that you’ve held in since this past few weeks of being apart from him.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, reeling in your confession. you feel like you’ve ruined whatever you had going on. “satoru, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way” in fact it wasn’t. you’d be heartbroken if he didn’t feel the same way. “you don’t have to say anything. i just, i-“ you’re about to continue but he cuts you off with a hard kiss. “i do too. all that you said. i too, want more of you, more of this, more of us. it’s more than just sex for me too, baby. has been for a while. i’m really sorry about last night. wear that dress for me tonight, please.” he pleads. “i’ll cook you a nice dinner and we can have our first date as an official couple. what’d you say?” he smiles softly.

your heart clenches at overwhelming emotions and tears line your eyes as you repeat yes over and over again until he’s kissing you and drinking the love out of you.

he carries you over to your bedroom and lays beside you. he grabs your leg and places it over his hip, lining his cock with your cunt. slowly he pushes into you. you both moan in unison. him at the feeling of your snug walls and you at the feeling of his cock stretching you apart.

your foreheads touch as you maintain eye contact. he thrusts into you ever so lovingly. languid and hard thrusts. as if you both had all the time in the world.

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a/n: idk how i feel abt this 💔😭 but i hope you liked it. comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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[cozage]

Headcanons please with the reactions of Luffy, Nami, Zoro and Sanji where sanji is sick, so reader volunteers to do the cooking until he feels better but reader is a HORRIBLE cook. Like reader will straight up serve them fish in cherry gelatine or something awful like that. Also can you make reader female and the s/o of each character in this scenario? Thank you 🙏🏻

A/N: I WROTE SOMETHING Characters: female reader x Luffy, Nami, Zoro Total word count: 1.7k

Stand In Cook

Luffy

“I’m STARVING!” Luffy screamed out, falling backward onto the deck with a groan.

“Luffy, we told you already! Sanji is sick right now, and I’m not cooking for you every thirty minutes!” Nami stood over him, staring down at him in irritation. “Either you make something yourself or you don’t eat!”

“I’ll cook something, Luffy,” you offered softly. “What are you hungry for?”

Nami shot you a look. “You’re going to regret that offer,” she grumbled. With a roll of her eyes, she strolled off and left you to the rest of it. 

You almost regretted the offer, but Luffy’s arms were around you, swinging you around with glee. “I love you! I love you so much!”

You squealed in shock and delight, begging for him to put you down. 

“Okay I really want a chocolate milkshake,” Luffy said. “And also a really big piece of meat! And-”

“Let’s start with that,” you said quickly. You barely knew how to cook, and you didn’t want to overwhelm yourself on the first meal you’d be preparing for him. 

You pulled yourself out of his grasp and went to the kitchen. “You wait out here. I’ll be back shortly.”

In the kitchen, you were completely out of your element. You had found where Sanji had kept the food, but he didn’t seem to be in possession of a single cookbook. You’d just have to guess. 

You found a piece of steak that you could only hope Sanji wasn’t saving for something special, and grabbed a few random seasonings: salt, cinnamon, annatto, basil, cayenne pepper, dill, and elderflower. You were only familiar with a few, but you figured it was the best you could do. 

You measured out 1 tablespoon of each and mixed them together, adding some milk to give it a paste-like texture, and then poured it over the slab of meat laying on the tray.Then, you threw it in the oven for…20 minutes sounded good. You weren’t sure how much longer Luffy would be able to wait. 

While you waited for the meat to cook, you started to work on the chocolate shake Luffy had asked for. 

Sanji had always shown you strange bean pods whenever he was making chocolate. But nothing in his pantry was labeled, so you grabbed a handful of a few different beads and threw them into a blender. Then you added a pinch of sugar and milk. Surely it wouldn’t be too bad, right?

When the timer for the oven rang out, Luffy bounded into the kitchen. His eyes were wide with excitement and you pulled out the slab of meat. The smell was…well, it smelled far different than anything Sanji had prepared, but perhaps it was just a different style of cooking than his. 

Luffy was bouncing up and down as he waited for you to place the meat in front of him, trying his best to adhere to table manners. But the moment you let go of his plate, he picked up the meat with his bare hands and tore into it. 

The tears in his eyes made you step back. Perhaps you had gone overboard on the spices, or…well, anything could be wrong, honestly. You weren’t a cook. You were just trying your best to serve something up to your hungry boyfriend. 

Luffy cried out, his mouth still stuffed with food. “I’m making you the new cook for the ship! Sanji can take your job!”

You gave a nervous laugh. “Luffy, that’s not-”

“I’m serious! I only want you to cook for me!” He gave you a toothy grin that melted your heart. 

You rolled your eyes. He was certainly laying on the flattery a bit thick. You knew you weren’t a good cook, but you also knew Luffy wasn’t picky. 

“You know, this is the second best thing I think I’ve ever tasted,” he said, licking the plate clean. 

“And what is the first?”

His eyes got a fiendish glow to them, and he gave you a little smirk as he stretched out his and pulled you into his embrace, kissing your lips. “You.”

Nami

“I wish Sanji would hurry up and stop being sick!” Nami griped. “I’m not used to going this long without food!”

“I could whip us up something small,” you offered, starting to rise from your seat next to her. 

Your girlfriend grabbed your hand, her eyes wide. “Darling,” she gave a light laugh. “You know I love you. But…you can’t cook.”

You scoffed. “I can get something small, Nami-dear. Sanji has been teaching me a few things!”

She saw right through your lie, but she sighed and released your hand. “Something small. Like ice cream, or strawberries.”

“You got it! I can do that!”

You could not do that. As you stood staring in the refrigerator, you knew it would have to be something simple. You considered a fruit platter, but that wasn’t exactly cooking for your beloved, was it? And Nami deserved something fun, just like she was. 

Chocolate-covered strawberries. That wouldn’t be too hard. You’d have to make the chocolate, but you had seen Sanji do it a thousand times in just a few minutes. It couldn’t be too difficult. 

Except nothing in his damn pantry was labeled. It’s almost like he didn’t want anyone messing with his food. 

You couldn’t find anything that remotely looked like chocolate, but you had seen him scrape out some beans and add milk to them over the stove, so that was a good place to start. 

You grabbed a handful of beans and began opening them to scrape them off into the saucepan. It didn’t look exactly like Sanji’s, but after you had mashed them up, it was starting to look somewhat right. 

You threw a handful of strawberries onto the plate and covered them with the sauce, and then took them onto the deck to Nami. 

She took one glance before gagging. “What is that?!”

“Strawberries!”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. You couldn’t blame her. Something was off, but you had no idea what.

“Just try one, Nam.”

She turned her nose away. “Absolutely not. Give it to Luffy.”

“Nami! Try it!” you begged, but you were starting to agree with her. Nothing looked right about this. “Actually…”

Before you could say any more, Nami let out a dramatic sigh, grabbed a strawberry, and threw it in her mouth. 

And then immediately spit it out. And started gagging. 

“What…the hell…did you put…in that?” she choked out between coughs. 

“I did what Sanji does!” you said, trying to defend yourself from the assault you knew was coming. 

She was too busy rubbing her tongue on her sleeve to say anything else. You were half tempted to try one yourself, just to see if she was being overdramatic, but you were too scared to know the truth. 

Once you had finished coughing and gagging, she finally shot a glare at you. “Darling, you know I love you. But if you ever try to poison me again, I will throw you overboard.”

Zoro 

Sanji was sick. Zoro was almost done with his workout, which meant he would need his post-workout meal. But Sanji was sick. 

So it was up to you. Thankfully Luffy and Ussopp were asleep, and everyone else was out of your hair. It was just you and the kitchen. 

Rice Balls were his favorite. So that's what you would make. It was pretty easy, from what you remember. You had watched your mother make them every day when you were a child. 

So you started boiling water, and then dumped the rice in. You added some random seasoning you found in the cupboard, and mixed it all together. And then you waited. 

And finally, after all the pots were cleaned and the rice had been shaped into some rather mushy rice balls, you took them up to Zoro. 

He eyed them, as if he could tell something was different. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice the change until he bit into them. 

“The cook in a piss mood?” he asked, taking a bite of the ball that was starting to fall apart in his hand. 

His eyes bulged as the taste hit him, and it took him a moment before he could swallow. “That shitty cook is trying to kill me! He’s going to get-”

“Actually,” you piped in sheepishly. “I made them.”

His eyes narrowed as he tried to decipher your words and if they held any truth. “You made them?”

You shrugged. “I’m not much of a cook, I know. Sanji was sick, and I knew you needed to eat, so…”

He took another bite, and you could see the effort it took for him to swallow it. “It’s good,” he said.

You let out a light laugh. “You don’t have to lie, Zoro.”

“I’m not!” He took another bite, cringing as the food touched his tongue. “See, it’s good.”

“You’re lying!” You tried to grab the plate from him, but he held it away. “Zoro, you don’t have to eat it!”

You tried to grab the food so you could throw it into the ocean, but Zoro always jumped out of your reach, narrowly evading you until he took the last bite. 

It wasn’t until later, when the two of you were lounging on the deck, that he stood abruptly, his face as green as his hair, and ran to the bathroom. 

“I knew it was bad,” you said as he returned, curling up next to you.

“It was fine.” He curled into your back, pressing his warm body against you. “Just got seasick.”

“You did not!”

“Your rice was…a new and interesting flavor.”

You laughed at his attempt to be honest. “You’ve eaten rice off the ground, I’d hardly call you a critic.”

He groaned. “The dirt rice was better.”

 “Zoro!” You pulled away and turned to face him “Was it really?”

He pulled you into his arms and plopped a kiss on your cheek, trying to sooth his scalding words. “I’m joking, you know that. I’ll eat your food anytime.”

You smiled and leaned into his chest. “Let’s hope we don’t have to anytime soon.”

“Agreed.”

[milaisreading]

Meet the boyfriend

Pairing: Leonardo Luna x Itoshi sister!Yn

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Yn is here like 24 or 25 years old. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

"Leonardo Luna!!" The blonde flinched from his spot on the couch. (Y/n) wasn't one to yell at him, or anyone as far as he could remember, but when she did it was the scariest experience in his life.

"Yes?" He smiled nervously as (Y/n) walked into the living room, looking pissed at the Spaniard.

"What time is it?" She asked as Luna looked at his phone.

"Like, 10 in the morning."

"And you didn't bother waking me up? You said you would. We are supposed to meet Sae and Rin in an hour."

"In my defense I tried to wake you up, but you sleep like a rock. I tried waking you up for 20 minutes and then gave up." Luna said, raising his arms defensively as (Y/n) stared at him for a moment and growing flustered by his words. She did believe him that one, her parents and brothers did tell her the same thing in the past.

"I am sorry for yelling at you like that. I am just stressed." (Y/n) sighed in defeat as Luna pulled her down to the couch, hugging her right after.

"What's wrong, mi vida? You are never like this?" Came his worried response right after. (Y/n) kept quiet for a moment, unsure how to formulate her thoughts the best. This meeting was very important to her, after all, her brothers are very protective of her, even if they were younger.

"It's just that this whole you meeting my brothers thing is stressing me out. You guys aren't on the best terms, and I fear how Rin might react. Sae might take it better  but I don't think he will try to calm Rin down-"

Before she could continue her ramble, Luna moved closer and kissed her. This surprised her, but she quickly recovered and kissed him back. The two parted after a minute and Luna gave her a warm smile, pulling her into a hug.

"It will be alright. I love you,and you love me. Whatever the two say won't bother me much."

"It won't?" (Y/n) hummed as Luna chuckled a little.

"I play football for a living. I hear insults on the field and critics all the time. Don't worry. But, I doubt they will say much, at least not in front of you." The older Itoshi moved away from the Spaniard, confused by his statement. But, just before she could answer the question, Luna decided to answer it for her.

"They love you, a lot. So I doubt they will say anything that might upset you, in front of you. I think the lunch will go well." Luna said simply, but it didn't help her at all.

"But they will still insult you when I am not there-"

"As I said, I heard worse on the field."

"How are you so relaxed?" She mumbled, pinching Luna's cheek as the blonde laughed.

By the time the two arrived at the restaurant, they were late by a good 20 minutes. Although Luna reassured her that everything will go well, her nerves were still all over the place. Sensing her uneasiness, Luna gave her hand a gentle squeeze, causing the girl to smile at him before looking for her brothers.

'It will go well.' She took a deep breath as she finally found the 2 sitting in a corner.

"Leo, I found them."

"Let's go then." He said casually as he finally spotted the younger two, pulling (Y/n) towards them. 

"Sae, Rin, sorry for being late." (Y/n) finally spoke up as they approached their table.

"It's ok, big sis. We just came here as well-" Sae stopped talking as his eyes landed on Luna's form, then they fell onto their hands. Rin, who needed a good minute to connect the dots cleared his throat and spoke up.

"So, this is the guy you are seeing?" He asked coldly, causing (Y/n) to flinch and Luna to chuckle a little.

"S-surprise." She stuttered out as Luna kissed her cheek.

"Leo." (Y/n) looked at him in shock as her brothers yelled at him.

"Hands off!"

"Don't kiss her so casually."

'Most awkward lunch...' (Y/n) thought as she looked at their glaring figures.

[yeehawbvby]

Safe (Sebastian x GN!Reader)

Rating: Teen+

Summary: You run into Sebastian on your way into town from the bathhouse, and he invites you to go for a ride with him. The thing is, you’re terrified of motorcycles.

Luckily, he helps you feel safe while you prepare to accompany him.

Author's Note: This was 100% wholeheartedly inspired by these images by sinsydia.. when I say I have been rotating that last one in particular in my brain for DAYS I'm not exaggerating!! ;;w;; Hope y'all like this x

Check it out on ao3!

It was a rough day. 

A new season had just started so you spent more time than usual tending to your crops, and then had to delve into the mines for a good few hours to fulfill a bulletin board request. 

Got your ass kicked by some bugs and bats all for a stupid topaz… Elliot better need it for something good.

After dinner, you felt awful, but didn’t want to go to bed just yet; you figured you at least deserved a nice dip at the bathhouse first to relax. So after cleaning the dishes, you trudged through the backwoods, up the mountain, and then across the broken, dirty tiles of the worn-down building feeling half-dead; wondering, Is this really worth the hike? 

About 20 minutes into your soak, you realized that it totally was worth it. You found yourself shoving your swimsuit back into your locker with a second wind that only a nap could usually supply, ready to enjoy the rest of your night.

Rather than turning right into the backwoods, you made your way further down the hill with an extra pep in your step, deciding to take the long way home. A round headlight stopped you in your tracks, though.

You squinted through the beam and smiled, noticing a tall, hooded figure resting against the bike that beam came from, with a cigarette hanging between his lips. Had to try your best not to ogle at how good he looked. As much as motorcycles freaked you out, you couldn’t deny the appeal of seeing Sebastian leaning so coolly against his own.

As you approached, he turned to you, nodding his head once in greeting. “Hey,” he offered before turning for a moment to breathe out some smoke.

“What’s up?” 

“I was just about to head out.” He runs a hand through his hair, pushing back his hood in the process. 

“Oh, cool,” you nodded, sparing a glance south towards the town. He probably wants me to leave, then. “I won’t keep y—“ you stopped yourself at the sight of a goofy and mischievous — albeit very handsome — grin staring down at you when you faced him again.

A nervous laugh slipped its way past your lips while you looked around at the scenery once more to distract yourself. Hopefully your cheeks didn’t look as warm as they felt…

Through some residual giggles, you asked, “What’s with the face?” 

He flashed you a toothier smile. “Wanna come with?”

You took a deep breath in. On one hand, a night out with your crush sounded amazing. On the other… 

You puffed your cheeks, still holding your breath while you stared down Sebastian’s vehicle.

Finally letting that air escape your lungs, you hesitantly responded with a question of your own. “You… you mentioned a while back that you'd keep me safe if I ever rode with you, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “of course.”

“You promise you will?”

“I’ll do ya one better.” He held out a pinky, his face softening as he wiggled it at you.

You could’ve sworn your heart melted a little when you linked your little finger through his. The two of you remained comfortably intertwined for a few beats while you decided what to do.

You knew you’d be wondering about what you were missing out on all night if you didn’t go with him… well, wherever he was going. 

Fuck it.

With a sigh, you nodded. “Alright, yeah.” The words came out airy, your nerves putting themselves on full display. 

Sebastian’s grin grew wide and genuine while he snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray he kept near the garage door. 

“Sick.” He nodded towards the bike, “You get on first. I’ve gotta grab a few things.”

Nodding at the instructions he gave you, you padded over to the motorcycle, inspecting it a little before straddling the seat. 

Your heart raced thinking of what was to come. You trusted Sebastian, of course, but you didn’t trust other drivers on the road. Weren’t sure how you felt about being a passenger without a roof or doors to shield you, either. 

Your friend came back with two helmets in hand — one very clearly old and worn, and the other sleek and new, as if recently polished. He handed you the fancier one.

There was a noticeable shake to your hands while you took the protective gear from him. 

“Hm…” he hummed at that observation, his mouth crooked. “Scoot forward. I wanna try something.”

With the helmet in your lap and your view plastered to the instrument panel, you did just that. Then, you stiffened as you felt Sebastian climb on behind you, reaching around your frame to hold the handlebars.

He hummed pensively again, his baritone reverberating through your back and sending a shiver down your spine, before nodding. “I can work with this.”

“Is this even legal?” you asked, looking behind yourself and up at him. 

Yoba above you’ve never been this close to him. As if your anxiety regarding the motorcycle wasn’t enough stress on your poor heart…

He shrugged and looked down at you, grinning. “Probably not.” His breath was minty and smokey as it brushed your face. He winked as he tacked on, “That’s what the backroads are for.” The small gesture had your stomach doing flips.

You nodded, still unsure, but again trusting his judgment; and after putting his own helmet on, he put a large hand on your shoulder and leaned down, getting close to your ear.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’ll take it slow, yeah?”

Too nervous to look at his eyes this closely through the polycarbonate between you, you kept your view on his knee, nodding. 

After a pat where his hand was, he reached around you and grabbed the other helmet, plopping it down over your head. The action made you laugh. Definitely helped to lighten the mood.

“Alright, a few things,” he went on while you adjusted the headgear, pointing towards some metal bars near the front wheels of the vehicle. “You see those crash bars there?” 

“Yup.”

“Keep your feet on ‘em. Any dangling when we’re in motion could get dangerous.” Next, while you heeded his words, Sebastian brought both hands around you and grasped the handlebars near where they met. “If you need to grab anything, which you should if you want to really feel secure, hold onto this. Any higher,” he slid his hands towards the grips, “and you could mess with my steering.” You could hear a sly smile in his voice as he suggested, “Unless you wanna steer—“

You cut him off, your own tone amused. “No way in hell.”

He barked out a quick laugh. “Whatever you say. Now, one more thing.”

“Hm?”

“Let me know if you feel too spooked at any point and I’ll pull over, or we can just turn back, or whatever.” 

Your anxiety had already been washing away, but that suggestion solidified how safe he really made you feel. 

You breathed deeply.

He really would keep you safe.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you nodded. “I trust you, though. I think I’ll be okay.”

Braving the closeness, you turned your head towards his again. He was looking down at you already, so your helmets bumped in the middle, leaving both of you chuckling as a result. 

“Thanks, Seb.”

“What for?”

You shrugged. “For looking out for me, I guess, I dunno.” You could see his eyes grin through the lens of his helmet before he headbutted your own with it. You stifled a giggle.

“No problem, ya sap.” He started up the bike before looking down at you again. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Let’s do this.”

[okkalo]

This is my first time requesting but hear me out

You’re rin’s partner who’s hospitalized and rin came to visit you after the u-20 match but the bllk boys saw him buying flowers and going to the hospital as they were following him out of curiosity

hi anon! thanks for the request! this is so cute to think of jdjdidhd i hope u have a good day/night!

i did these in headcanon format because it was easiest for me to write,, i hope you don’t mind!!

warnings: spoilers!! proceed at your own risk

character: rin

a mistake meeting

- RIN FELT SO BAD LEAVING YOU!!

- he literally thought of you everyday (god he feels so lukewarm right now)

- remember the phone privileges they could get during the first selection? probably uses it to text you because missed you so much

- undoubtedly tries to show off during the u-20 match to impress you (and sae)

- the day he goes to visit you happened to be the same day the blue lock boys hung out together

- the group catches him at the flower shop after their free dinner with the ex u-20 members

- reo probably has to hold bachira back from running up to greet rin

- ARYU KNOWS FLOWER LANGUAGE AND DECODED THE BOUQUET RIN GOT

- EVERYONE GASPED AT THE SAME TIME WHEN THEY HEARD THE MEANING OF THE BOUQUET

- it was roses and orchids to mean “i miss you” but in a romantic way ;)

- they all probably stood silent for a good minute and just watched rin in disbelief

- they stood that way until rin started to leave the flower shop

- “let’s go follow him!” was bachira’s wise idea

- and so they did.

- barou left. he didn’t want to be apart of stupid acts.

- chigiri’s and yukimiya’s curiosity were the only reasons why they stayed. no one knows why nagi stayed tbh he just continued following everyone though

- tokimitsu was dragged by bachira.

- the rest were actually curious and didn’t mind following him

- imagine this huge group trying to tail a guy while trying to be discreet about it

- they got a lot of weird looks.

- karasu kept smacking the back of bachira’s head to get him to shut up

- the only reason they didn’t get caught is because they were pretty far away from rin.

- anyways the hospital wasn’t far from the flower shop

- it’s a WONDER how they got past the person who checks people in

- probably said they were with “that guy” (they pointed at rin while he walked away to the room you were in)

- another wonder is how rin still hasn’t noticed them

- yk how u get stickers showing you got approved to go further into the hospital?

-imagine how long this whole thing took 💀💀 all of them just dumbly standing in front of the sticker machine like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

- if we’re being real and you could only have a certain amount of visitors (idk what the actual amount is help) they would send bachira and tokimitsu (they figured rin would go easy on them)

- we’re going to continue the unrealistic whole group visiting scenario though because it’s funnier.

- rin, still oblivious to this all, made his way into your room

- rin says he never cries but he was about to when he saw your face light up in excitement (im about to cry too.)

- IMMEDIATELY engulfs you in a strong hug, his head burying itself in your neck as he inhaled your scent

- HE MISSED YOU SO SO SO MUCH

- if you’re crying he will wipe your tears with the softest look on his face

- awkwardly hands you the bouquet

- also awkward with his first words with you

- probably stares at you with the soft look while a, “hi,” leaves him

- you guys start your conversation while the rest of the blue lock boys finally find the room rin went to

- CHIGIRI SLAMMED A HAND OVER BACHIRA’S MOUTH TO SILENCE HIS GASP LMAO

- meanwhile otoya is thinking of how to rizz you up 💀

- they watched in silence for a good minute, bachira taking pictures to send to isagi later

- they wouldn’t even have gotten caught if it weren’t for the nurse who loudly asked if they needed something

- at that both you and rin look back at the door and just see all of them dumbly looking at the nurse

- they’re so stupid help me

- rin immediately goes red STEAM COMING OUT OF HIS EARS

- please put a hand on his arm. it’ll remind him not to go ballistic

- the nurse awkwardly walks off, noticing rin’s now scary demeanor

- cue the awkward laugh with them all scratching the back of their head from the group

- except for bachira. “hi, rin!” he excitedly waved at him then at you. wave back.

- “hey, you were the guys who played with rin in that match!”

- your excited tone was the only reason rin hadn’t started yelling yet.

- bachira took that as an invitation to just walk in and start talking with you

- he probably sits himself in between you and rin on the bed 💀

- otoya absolutely flirts with you during this time as well.

- THEY ALL LOVED YOU THOUGH!!

- just pray rin didn’t kill them all after they left…

unedited thanks for reading!

[ncityprincess]

what do you say, my dear?

ceo jaehyun x executive assistant reader

this is just filthy 😔 4.4K words

ok this is officially my longest fic😭 you all must suffer through my jaehyun brain rot with me😤 plot: your sexy boss jeong jaehyun offers you a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Milan, for work purposes of course. mr. jeong makes some bad decisions, but it takes two to tango. who knew sininng could feel so good.

p.s if the business terms I used don't make a lick of sense please don't beat my ass 😭🙏🏾 MDNI

“y/n, come into my office. we need to discuss something”

you instantly felt a rush of nerves run through your body.

you had started off as a temp at Jeong Financial last summer. you had been out of college for a few years, lost and trying to find your footing in the so called “real world.” you spent your first two years out of college working at an upscale lounge. while the tips were incredible, the graveyard shifts and your newfound numbness to the stench of liquor was not your ideal lifestyle. it was time to dust off your resume and get to work. a recruiter from Jeong Financial had reached out on linkedin, and from there your journey in the corporate world had begun.

on your first day of work you were scheduled to have a meet and greet with the CEO, Jeong Jaehyun. you hadn’t really done any research on the company, as you were desperate to just get your foot in the door. you weren't sure what you were expecting the ceo to look like, but it certainly wasn't this.

jeong jaehyun was the only son of his two parents. they had built jeong financial from the ground up in the 80s, and eventually passed down the company to their son.

Jaehyun wasn't some stuffy old man, he was a devilishly handsome Adonis in his late 20s that kept his hair styled and wore brands you couldn't even begin to pronounce. he had a killer smile that could, and did, light up every room he was in, with dimples to match. he was tall and muscular, and could easily quit his job at any point to become a model. people simultaneously respected and feared him. men that were twice his age and nowhere near jaehyun's level envied him. the Human Resources ladies made any excuse to come to his office.

he was also married. with two children.

your first meeting with mr. jeong rendered you shocked by his gorgeous features. while he certainly carried himself with dignity and pride, he still made you feel like you were an equal. he asked you about your interests outside of work and what your goals were. you mentioned that you would like to eventually work your way up to executive assistant to the ceo, to which he smiled.

"well y/n, you certainly have the potential to flourish as an executive assistant. I can tell you're passionate about the industry and that's the type of woman I want on my team. forget temping, why don't you start reporting directly to me from now on. my current assistant can help you transition into the role. she's retiring next month."

you sat there in utter shock, processing his proposal. you had entered the company fully expecting to start from the bottom. how did you get offered your dream position within 20 minutes of you working for the company? you didn't have time to analyze the situation, so you settled for a simple "yes!"

fast forward a year, and you had been assisting jaehyun with his daily tasks: checking emails, setting up meetings, sitting in on his lunches, going with him to seminars. the job had forced the two of you to become really close. each interaction you had made you more and more infatuated with him. and you were positive the feeling was mutual.

jaehyun would stare just a little too long at you, admiring your figure in your pencil skirts and dresses. he complimented you every single morning, mostly innocent. mostly.

"y/n, the coffee you made me is phenomenal! you should add professional barista to your resume"

"wow, that blouse really brings out your eyes"

"I couldn't imagine not having you around"

sometimes you would notice an underlying hint of flirtation, but it never went into inappropriate territory. the man was all about his image after all. you certainly weren't complaining, in fact, you fed into it. you accepted his sweet words. you craved them. but you always kept the fact that he was married in the back of your mind...

you stood up from your desk outside of his office and smoothed out your black, boatneck dress. your heels clicked on the marble floor with each step you made toward his office. Jaehyun let you into the large corner office first, shutting the door behind him.

"everything ok sir?" you asked while sitting down in the expensive chair in front of his desk.

jaehyun walked around the large mahogany desk and sat in his chair. he looked like an absolute dreamboat. the large, floor to ceiling windows in his office brought in a ton of sunlight behind him, making him look particularly angelic.

"oh yeah, everything is more than ok. it's FANTASTIC actually. that's why I called you in here today."

"phew, you should've led with that sir" you said jokingly, taking a slight sigh of relief.

jaeyhun's eyes widened, shocked that you were so uneasy. "y/n, my dear, your performance over the past year has been outstanding. your organizational skills, your punctuality, your magnetic personality. you have nothing to worry about."

you hoped he didn't notice the blush that you felt forming on your face. he had always called you innocent pet names, it was in his nature. but being called his dear while receiving all of that praise? it certainly drove you crazy.

"thank you sir, that means a lot to me" you said sincerely.

jaehyun leaned forward in his seat, making you mirror his actions.

"jeong financial is projecting to make more than double what we made last year. with the launch of our second office in New York City, we were able to drive in even more consumers than we ever have. we had a meeting with the board of directors to finalize our latest expansion efforts--we are opening our very first European office in Milan!"

"what!? oh my gosh that's amazing news! this is incredible sir. what does this mean for us?" you inquired, wondering where you would come in in all of this

"well, I have a meeting next week to meet with the person who is going to run the Milan office. this is going to be an intense week filled with lots of information, and I'm going to need someone to help me stay on track. and that, my dear, is where you come in."

your ears perked up, "I'm listening"

"I'm going need my right hand lady with me to help me get through this week. if you're up for it, I'll arrange for you to have your own hotel room and all of your expenses to be paid with the company card. I'll even include a well-deserved bonus for the next pay period. what do you say, my dear?"

milan!? you had never been to Europe before, let alone had a gorgeous, wealthy man offering to sponsor your trip to Milan.

for work purposes of course.

"what do I say? I say, let me pack my bags!" you said while bouncing in your seat like an excited puppy.

he let out a hearty chuckle, his eyes taking a sneaky peek at your bouncing cleavage. you were so cute in his eyes. so tantalizing. so intoxicating.

"atta girl! I wish all of my business partners were as cute as you–"

you stopped your movements, and a loud silence washed over the room. you guys made eye contact with one another, analyzing and dissecting the flirty comment that lingered in the air.

"...I don't get to see those types of reactions often in this line of work" jaehyun cooly clarified.

you blinked and smiled softly, your eyes glancing down at the framed picture of jaehyun, his wife, and his son and daughter posed perfectly in front of the fireplace–not a hair out of place. the white picket fence-esque family of four would easily be the envy of any outsider looking in...

you and jaehyun had touched down in Milan in the early afternoon on Saturday. you wanted nothing more than to get a nice shower in and see what Milan had to offer. you weren't scheduled to do any actual work until Monday morning.

the whole journey here was absolutely seamless. you, jaehyun, and a few other members of the board had flown privately in the company jet. how did a girl who was serving drinks to sleazy drunk men not too long ago end up in a scenario like this? the prearranged company driver had driven you all to the gorgeous hotel. you felt like a real life princess being pampered like this.

after jaehyun got you all checked in, he made his way over to you and handed you your room key.

"we're going to be next door to each other, hope that's ok with you?

you smiled, "it's perfect, thanks again for letting me join you. I know how important this trip is for the company."

"nonsense, it's you I should be thanking. without you I would be an absolute mess trying to sort everything out."

you two made your way to your respective rooms in comfortable silence. something about being in a new country, roaming through the halls of a luxury hotel with your handsome boss made you feel a certain kind of way.

"alright, this is us! hey, would you like to grab dinner with me later? there's a Michelin star restaurant on the rooftop. their wine selection is supposedly out of this world. my treat, of course"

just a dinner? with your boss? seemed innocent enough.

"yeah that sounds amazing actually, my first authentic Italian dining experience" you smiled

"wow, I get to dine with you for your first ever Italian meal, what an honor. be ready by 7:00?"...

it was 6:47 and you were running around your hotel room like it was on fire. what was one supposed to wear to a swanky Italian restaurant with their handsome boss as their non-date date? you didn't want to try too hard because you didn't want to overstep any boundaries, but you also wanted to dress to impress. you sifted through your entire suitcase and eventually settled for a navy blue wrap dress and some nude pumps. you jumped slightly when you heard a knock at the door. 7:00 pm on the dot.

you sprayed some floral perfume and looked yourself over one more time in the full length mirror. good enough, you thought.

you opened the door and you were immediately taken aback by the man standing in front of you.

jaehyun's hair was gelled back with a few stray pieces hanging in front of his face. he wore an all black suit that complimented his broad shoulders and athletic build. he sported that signature dimpled smile as he greeted you.

"wow y/n, you look lovely tonight. you ready to eat?"

you sure hoped you were.

the restaurant was absolutely stunning. white table clothes, restaurant goers adorned in the finest clothing and jewels, romantic Italian music creating a magical ambiance. it made you forget that you were here on a work trip.

jaehyun had asked the waiter to sample a few of the wines, allowing you to get a feel for what you liked. eventually you settled on a particular pinot noir. he ordered the bottle, and the wine continued flowing. the two of you had talked about some pending work items. he briefed you on how Monday's meeting would go, and eventually the conversation became less work centric. the wine you both shared also made the professional walls lower.

"so y/n tell me, you have anybody waiting at home for you?" jaehyun sneakily inquired.

you giggled, running your hand through your hair, "hehe no relationships for me, I've been single since I graduated college."

jaehyun smirked slightly, liking the answer you gave him "what a shame. a woman as beautiful and as intelligent at you should have men lining down the block."

on a normal day, you'd blush at one of his borderline flirty comments. but tonight, with you sitting across from the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on in a fancy Milan restaurant, you went for a different approach.

"oh really? and would you happen to be one of those men lining down the block, sir?"

you leaned forward, letting your hands rest on your hands. this position also gave jaehyun a fantastic view of your cleavage, which you took full advantage of.

jaehyun chuckled, running his hand over his jaw. "in a perfect world, yes, yes I would"

the ball was back in your court.

"what, jeong jaehyun: the handsome, Forbes 30 under 30, multi-millionaire ceo doesn't see the world as perfect?" you weren't sure where this confidence was coming from, but you didn't question it further.

jaehyun smirked, enjoying this bold side of you. a little too much.

"well my dear, if the world was so perfect, you would've been mine by now, but that's not the case right?"

finally. no more tiptoeing the line of flirting. jaehyun had effectively ripped off the bandaid and laid out his true feelings about you.

"...but what about–"

"my wife? my kids? like I said, in a perfect world."

from the moment you walked into his office last summer like a wide eyed puppy, jaehyun knew he wanted you. you were a breath of fresh air. your positivity, your youthful energy, your ravishing looks. you were a slice of normalcy in his everyday hectic life. every time you walked into his office with that cute pep in your step made him forget about all of his worries at work and at home. it made him long for a timeline where you two could be together normally, without the pressure of keeping up appearances for his wealthy family. he had been born into a lifestyle that was already paved for him. sure, he loved his wife and kids and he loved running one of the top financial firms in the entire world. but deep down he craved a normal life. a life that he got to choose.

you both had finished up your dinner, and made your way back to your hotel rooms. in the elevator, you two had stood closely next to one another. your arms and hands were barely brushing each others, desperately wanting to make a move. the elevator dinged and you two stepped out.

once you reached your rooms, jaehyun spoke up breaking the silence.

"y/n, I had a wonderful time with you tonight. thanks for keeping me company."

you smiled, not really wanting the night to end just yet. "I really enjoyed myself sir, I've never had a dining experience like that before"

jaehyun stiffened slightly."y/n, my dear, I've been meaning to talk to you about this. you really don't have to be so formal with me, even at work. just jaehyun is perfectly fine"

"oh, im sorry sir–I mean...jaehyun. I just didn't want cross any boundaries that's all."

"no need to apologize, I appreciate your manners." jaehyun paused for a minute, deciding if he was going to act on his impulses.

he chose to do so.

"y/n, if you aren't too tired, you're more than welcome to join me on the balcony tonight. I always love to watch the stars late at night when I travel"

how could you turn that down?

"I'd really like that jaehyun" you said sweetly as you smiled up at him. he opened the door to his room and let you inside, looking around the hallway before closing the door.

you continued walking towards the French doors of the balcony and pushed them open. the cool night air felt amazing, cooling down your wine and pasta filled body. sure enough, you looked up at the night sky covering Milan and saw millions of bright stars. the scene took your breath away. who knew so much beauty existed in this big, crazy world.

you heard jaehyun's footsteps coming up behind you. he admired your goddess like form as you looked up at the night sky. you looked so beautiful like this, his tipsy state enhancing the feelings he already had for you. his feet moved faster than his brain and he came up behind you, brushing your hair over your shoulder.

you turned your head around to look up at him, eyes wide and filled with growing lust. he had taken off his suit jacket, leaving him in his dress shirt with a few loose buttons at the top and suit pants. his hair had gotten slightly messy, making him look absolutely irresistible.

the two of you made intense eye contact with one another, and before you knew it, you were in a passionate make out session with your boss. his large hands cupped your face, deepening the kiss. you kissed him back with everything you had in you. the months of stolen glances, sly remarks and heated exchanges all led up to this point. you didn't care that he was your boss, you didn't care that he had a family, all you cared about was how good his lips tasted against yours.

jaehyun lifted you up off of your feet and sat you on the bistro table. you leaned in to continue kissing him, but he stopped you in place by holding your jaw firmly with his hand.

"this ok, my dear? I can stop all of this if you want me to" he asked in a serious voice, staring down at your beautiful flustered face.

"yes please sir, just kiss me" you whined

jaehyun dove right back into kissing your lips. his tongue fought for dominance, winning effortlessly. you moaned when your tongues made contact, making you tilt your head back. his mouth followed your movements, making its way across your entire face. he kissed all over your cheeks and jawline. his lips eventually trailed up to your ear softly, making your eyes roll back.

"sweetheart, I told you, it's jaehyun" he whispered in your ear in his deep voice. he didn't want to think about work, he wanted to make this moment feel as real as possible.

he needed to hear you say his name.

he kissed down your neck slowly, in absolutely no rush. his hands trailed up and down your sides, asking for permission to see more of you. you grabbed the ties of your wrap dress and undid them, pushing the pieces of fabric to the side and off your shoulders. you pulled your arms out of the dress and it fell in a pool at your seated hips.

"I've wanted this–for so long my dear–you're absolutely–ravishing" jaehyun said between kisses. each kiss went lower and lower toward your bra clad cleavage. jaehyun reached around your back and undid your lacy black bra. he watched in awe as your round breasts dropped out of the cups of your bra. he wasted no time and roughly licked and kissed your boobs. you moaned out softly, the thought of being almost fully naked for your boss on a balcony in the middle of Milan sitting in the back of your mind.

the thought sent a rush of electricity to your clothed core.

he continued his ministrations with his mouth on your nipples, and his hand slowly trailed down your stomach, making its way into your panties. you let out of soft gasp, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. his fingers softly moved up and down on your pussy, allowing your clit to slowly warm up to his touch. after a while, he finally slipped two fingers into you, moving in and out of your body at a steady pace. you let out a delicious sound of satisfaction, leaning back on your hands.

"aww, when's the last time you let a real man touch you sweetheart, huh?" jaehyun's muffled voice asked against your breasts.

"fuck, I can't remember" you whined. every other man you had ever been with was inferior compared to jaehyun. you didn't even want to think about them.

he chuckled, "huh, that's because no man has EVER touched you the way I can. and they never will" he said darkly.

his fingers picked up the pace, making you let out a long, drawn out moan. he abruptly pulled his fingers out of your body and held them in front of his face. he observed them closely, making you clench around nothing.

"so messy, but I bet I could make you even messier"

he shoved his fingers into your mouth, and you eagerly lapped up your juices. you moaned at the taste of yourself, and looked jaehyun straight in his eyes. the sight of you two like this on the balcony for anyone to see was sinfully erotic.

you both wanted more.

he grabbed your hand and helped you on your feet. he slid your panties all the way off of your body, and you stepped out of them, leaving your heels on. your leaned up to kiss him again, and he smirked against your lips, smacking your ass as he tasted your arousal on his tongue.

you unbuttoned his dress shirt quickly, wanting to feel him already. he undid his expensive leather belt, tossing it to the side carelessly. he pulled the shirt off of his body, and turned you around so the front of your body was facing the railing of the balcony. you looked down at the city lights and cars beneath you, feeling a rush of euphoria. your braced yourself on the railing and pushed your ass out at him.

jaehyun bent down, spreading your cheeks, and licked a slow stripe from your clit to your ass. you let out a squeal of surprise and pushed back onto his face. he stood back up and pushed his pants and underwear down, gliding a hand down the slope of your back.

"how are we preventing pregnancy, my dear?" he asked, leaning down to your ear.

you reached around his head, holding his face next to yours. "I'm on the pill don't worry. please just..."

"shh my dear, I'm gonna take care of you, I promise."

jaehyun spat on his palm and rubbed it against your pussy.

"mmmmm please" you moaned out impatiently.

he jerked himself a few times with his saliva covered palm and lined his tip up with your entrance. he finally pushed in, and the two of you let out satisfied sounds. he gathered your hair into his hand and gripped it firmly. never pulling, just as a place holder.

his began to pick up the pace and soon enough you were overcome with intense pleasure. your hips pushed back against his, making your ass jiggle with each thrust. you let out a loud moan into the night, feeling like you were on top of the world. who knew you'd end up in Italy, bent over a balcony by none other than jeong jaehyun.

you fucking loved it.

"yeah that's it sweetheart scream for me. let all of Milan know what a fucking whore you are letting me fuck you like this" jaehyun encouraged you with a smirk.

you let out a squeal when he hit a particularly deep spot. you were so close to coming you could taste it.

"fuck say my name baby, let me hear it" jaehyun gritted out desperately.

"fuck jaehyun I'm right there please" you screamed out.

"shit!" jaehyun groaned out loudly and pulled you up by your hair. he pulled out of you, turned you around and picked you up. you let your legs wrap around his body as he carried you swiftly back into the hotel room.

you gasped loudly when you tossed you onto his large bed like you weighed nothing. he placed your legs over his shoulders and dove right back into your pussy without warning.

"ahhhh fuck" you moaned out. you were positive this was the loudest you'd ever been while having sex. no man had ever made you feel this good. it was absolutely sinful, but felt like heaven.

jaehyun nuzzled his face against your calf, placing soft kisses as he went.

"come on dear, give it to me. I wanna see you cum real pretty for me" jaehyun encouraged you.

those nasty words filled up all of your senses, instantly making you cum for him just like he wanted. he listened to your delicious sounds, your involuntary movements from your orgasm hypnotizing him. he wanted to keep this memory of you like this in his mind forever.

he pulled out of you as you came down from your high. sitting back on his heels to admire your sexy body.

“uh oh, look at the mess you’ve made sweetheart”

he reached down and wasted no time diving face first into your pussy.

you let out a high pitched scream, desperately trying to run away from his ravenous mouth to no avail thanks to his arms trapping your thighs in place.

“let me clean it up baby” he muffled out the filthy words against your overly sensitive clit.

you were sure you were having some kind of out of body experience. who knew pleasure of this magnitude existed. even if it was at the hands of a married man.

“sir—“

he pulled his mouth away from you slightly and firmly smacked your outer thigh, cutting you off.

“didn’t i just FUCKING tell you to not to call me that”

before you could correct your mistake he went right back into eating you out. you moaned a desperate plea out to him.

“ohhhh my god jaehyun please” your desperate voice went up a few octaves

you couldn’t hold on anymore and shortly after felt a rush of liquid shoot out of you. he licked you completely clean and tried his best to keep your hips from bucking around. you finally felt him pull away and you tried to catch your breath.

he got out of the bed and went into the bathroom briefly, leaving you to come down from your intense back-to-back highs. he came back to you with a warm washcloth and tried his hardest not to press on your sensitive bundle of nerves as he cleaned you up.

you muttered out a small “thank you” and he placed a gentle kiss on top of your head.

you must have dozed off for a few minutes because you woke up to him fully clothed, pulling his shoes back on. you sat up, still slightly spent from your session.

“wha? where are you going?” you asked him in a soft, sleepy voice, startling him slightly

“shh just go back to bed my dear” he said in a hushed tone

“but…but you didn’t get to cu—“

“don’t worry about it, now get some rest”

he grabbed a few of his belongings and quietly made his way out of his hotel room, leaving you speechless. jaehyun silently made his way to the elevator, heading down to the hotel bar. when the elevator doors shut he pulled out his phone.

2 missed calls: mrs.

you stood in the shower in your own hotel room, letting the hot water flowing from the shower head mix in with the hot tears streaming down your face.

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part two

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No plan

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Getting out of Qui Gon’s van, you finally reach the Alderaan apartment complex. You climb the 4 flights of stairs, unlock your door, and effectively fall inside. Flicking on the old light switch, the overhead lights flicker into action, illuminating the space. You shed your bag and kick off your shoes before making a beeline towards the shower. You let the hot water wash away the memories of the stressful day you just had, trying to forget about your most prized possession; Shelby. After your shower, you make your way over to your bed and collapse into it face first. Today has been long and hard as well as a bit of a disaster. And lucky you, you get to do it tomorrow and the day after that, and then… you try not to dwell on it. Suddenly tiredness hits you like a truck and you fall asleep quickly.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Your alarm goes off. Great. But today will be more bearable, you only have to call into work for 2 hours tops. Rex only has one meeting today meaning you can do most of your work remotely. You swing your legs out of bed and dress quickly, grabbing your bag and piece of slightly burnt toast as you head out your door. Having realised that walking to work isn’t going to go well in the long run, you pull out your holo, searching for public transport options. Fortunately there is a shuttle that runs to almost exactly where Paper Force is. Even though Mr. Kenobi and Jinn offered you a ride to work today, you felt bad, and you weren’t completely hopeless.

You were completely hopeless. You somehow managed to get on the wrong shuttle and ended up at the other side of the city, the opposite of where you needed to be about 10 minutes ago. Running a hand through your hair you scroll on your holo, locating what shuttle you need to get on to get to your office. Finally you figure out what one to take, wave it down, pay probably too much, and take a seat.

20 minutes later you arrive at the office, thankfully still having just under half an hour before the meeting begins. “You’re late again” Rex. “I’m so sorry sir, I took the wrong bus” You say, slightly terrified. “Is this going to be a common thing?” He asks. “No, it won’t happen again”. “Good, now please go set up the meeting, office 8”. You scurry down the hall and into meeting office 8. The long table is almost set up, all you need to do is connect the powerpoint and wait for it to begin.

Not even 10 minutes later, your co-workers entered. You took your seat off to the side, next to Rex, who would sit at the head of the table. You made eye contact with Obi wan. He smiled back and started walking over, only to be beaten by the Zabrak from yesterday. He sat down quickly and glared at Obi wan. 'Odd' was all you could call it. Maybe you had judged the Zabrak too early, You tried to introduce yourself “ hey, I'm y/n”. He looked up, stared at you for a bit and looked back to his computer he had set up before him. "I know, Rex has been screaming it for the last 2 days” he gave you a bored yet judging look.

You heard a long drawn out sign. You looked up to where the sound came from and saw Obi wan with his head up and his arms crossed above it. He looked at you while changing his posture “Maul isn’t very talkative, I'm afraid" he whispered to you, now leaning over the table, arms still crossed. The Zabrak next to you, known as Maul, let out a grumble. “He also doesn't warm up” he added. “I do, but only to people with talent” maul spoke up “you don’t have any, Kenobi”. Obi wan rolled his eyes lazily. Rex walked in with the blue twi’lik behind him. Obi wan scouted back, sitting normally.

You were here to write everything down, it was quite fun for you, a bit of a challenge sometimes but enjoyable. Orn Free Taa took his seat at the other end of the table. The meeting began and you started typing away. It was about 20 minutes in when you noticed the Zabrak next to you glancing, his eyes kept trailing to your typing hands. When he looked over again you quickly turned so you caught his gaze. He looked surprised and maybe embarrassed you mouthed a question; “what are you looking at?” He turned his eyes away and made a typing impression with his hands beneath the table and then a thumb up, it was definitely a bit awkward but you nodded. He was impressed by your typing. How nice. You were talented.

You started up with a satisfying smile. A snort left the man in front of you, looking at him confused. He made an overly dramatic gesture, somewhat like a schoolgirl who just got a love letter. You were still very confused. He leaned back a bit while swiping his hand in the air, in a “it's not important” kind of way. You let it go and went back to typing. Obi wan got called by Rex, who looked annoyed at him. He quickly went into his explanation of the deal. It was quite impressive how he transitioned so smoothly.

The meeting ended soon after, since Orn Free Taa was almost immediately convinced by Obi Wan's explanation, but there was still a lot that needed to happen for the merch. So maul was taken off the project and Obi wan was put as main associate for paper force. Maul didn’t get time to mourn since he would now work on the next deal with Dathomir imperium. To your surprise you were also appointed to the job since it seemed that the salesmen were horrible at planning.

You were a bit nervous to work on this new project, you dwelled on it for a bit but were pulled out of your thoughts by Maul suddenly appearing in front of you. ”When can we work on the project?" he asked “I normally work alone but I know Dathomir well and they don’t appreciate waiting, so you might be useful”. Dathomir imperium was a women owned hobby lobby that was mainly well known for their high quality inks they produced in house. “I can't work this evening but tomorrow evening may work” you said. Maul huffed and scratched something down on a piece of paper. “that's my number I won’t be in tomorrow, call me” Maul said handing you the little paper, and then he walked off.

Obi Wan appeared behind you. "He seemed to have taken a liking to you” he spoke, spooking you, you hadn’t noticed him. Turning around you answered ”he was impressed by my typing” while mimicking the typing with your hands.” Good with your hands huh” obi wans words had just left his lips when his eyes widened and he started to sputter “i-i didn’t mean to” you cut him off “it's alright". You were already laughing at how quick the cool and calm façade slipped. “I am indeed good with my hands“ you bit back .

Obi wan was flustered, very very flustered. He didn’t mean to flirt but he wasn’t regretting it, not one bit. “Should I walk you to the door?” he asked still very flustered. “To the door? Are you kicking me out, Obi Wan?” you asked back, glinting with mischief. "No no, I wouldn’t dare to” he said with a roll of his eyes “I simply am not allowed to leave, Rex would hunt me down himself” he started walking towards the hallway and you followed .

He opened the door to the outside. “What are plans for tomorrow?” he questioned with a smile on his face. "I have to come to work and then I might have a work-date with Maul” you answered. Obi Wan's smile fell for a second and lifted back up straight after “well then good luck with that, I need to go back up" and with that he turned and walked away. You started your commute home.

It was only midday so you decided to stop in at a small bakery on the way back to your apartment to get your lunch. The outside of the bakery is a light blue, with white shutters and wildflowers growing in the barrels outside, it looked like something out of a fairytale.

When you walk inside a bell dings above you, signaling that someone has entered the shop. An older man with longer hair and a pointed beard looks up from the book he was reading behind the counter. “Hello miss, what can I get for you today?” He asks rather sternly. “Well...I…uh” you reply looking at the cabinet of available food, It was filled with breads, pastries, pies, sandwiches, and other baked goods. Another ding of the bell signals someone else has walked in. You look back up at the man, “I’ll just have a Ryshcate please, and a coffee to go”. He nods and pulls out the pastry, and places it in a brown paper bag. You pass over the credits, tell him your name and he points to a seat where you can sit and wait for your drink. The man calls out a name; “Padme, coffee to go please!”.

A beautiful young woman enters from a door behind the counter . Her long brown hair flows perfectly behind her as moves. The next customer who you almost forgot about moves towards the counter. You don’t see the person’s face but you immediately recognize his voice. The irritating mechanic from yesterday morning. He smiles and greets the man “Sio, how are you?, haven’t seen you around here in a while”. The older man, called Sio, returns the pleasantries, you can tell that the mechanic is most likely a regular. “So what will it be today?” Sio asks. “Just the usual, oh and and a crumble-bun for Soka” Sio speaks to Padme who looks at the mechanic. She glares, he smiles.

The mechanic turns away, and spots you, he must recognize you as he raises an eyebrow. He pushes off the counter and moves towards you. “It's rude to ease-drop, you know.” You don’t reply and he rolls his eyes. “I ordered the parts for Shelby” He states. “You remembered her name” you say surprised. “Yeah well”. Padme speaks your name from the counter and you stand up to collect your precious caffeine. The mechanic moves as well, seeing that his order is also ready. You take the paper cup from her and smile, saying a polite ‘thank you’. You turn away clutching your paper bag and mug. You hear the mechanic and Padme exchange words as you head out the door, beginning your trek home.

“Hey miss!” you hear from behind you. What does he want now, you internally sigh. “Do you want to come by the shop? I have a few things to go over with you, if you aren't working that is?” The mechanic asks. You look down at your holo, realising that it's only just after midday, maybe visiting Shelby will make your day better. “Okay” you reply to him. “Great, I'll give you a lift, you don’t have a rental or anything do you?” The mechanic asks. “No”. Now that you think of it, it would have been wise to look into getting a rental while Shelby is in disrepair. He seems to hear your thoughts as he speaks; “You should probably look into that”. You nod before he begins to guide you towards the same pick-up as yesterday. “I hope you don’t mind teenagers”.

You sit in the back seat of the pickup truck as said teenager talks to the mechanic. Who’s name you now know; Anakin . The two chatter away about some engine related thing you don’t understand as you chew your food. The pastry is good, you will definitely be returning there in the future.

After a 20 minute drive the truck pulls up to the MustaCar building. You take in its faded sign and sad selection of plants, no weeds, in the small garden out front. Anakin parks the vehicle and you undo your seatbelt, hopping out of your seat onto solid ground. “Your car, sorry Shelby is this way” The teenager, called Ahsoka, speaks as she points her head towards the garage. You follow Ahsoka and Anakin as they walk and talk; “So she’ll probably be here for a while, shipping is slow this time of the year” Anakin says. He opens the door and there she is. Your Shelby sits there looking as wonderful as ever, you can’t help the small smile that grows on your face. You never realised how much of a constant your car was in your life, and it had been over 24 hours since you had last seen her.

Ahsoka moves around Shelby, pointing and explaining things that seem alien to you. You must look dumbfounded as she starts to use simpler terms. You watch Anakin as he rolls up his sleeves and opens your car’s engine, gesturing for you to come look. As you make your way over to the engine you really take in the whole garage. It's clearly very old, but still has a charm. Pinned posters half fall off the walls and the smell of car oil is overpowering. You can see that a main seating room is to the right of the work space, as well as a reception and hallways with what you suppose are offices. A few other mechanics stand in the corner by a table, sipping in their drinks. One catches your eye and lets out a low whistle.

You quickly move to Anakin and he yells something at the other man. “Ignore them, unless you like the attention, '' he grins. After Anakin tells you what he is going to need to do to Shelby he wipes his slightly greasy hands on his jeans and straightens up. “Do you need a ride home or do you want to walk in the rain?” He gestures to the outside, where in fact it has started raining. “I'll walk” you state, still not impressed by his overall attitude and demeanor. “It was rhetorical sweetheart, I'll drop you off, but you are gonna have to get a rental, not everyone is your personal taxi-driver” he sneers. You scoff at his comment, “I'd rather walk” you reply. You were getting sick of his talk.

He turns and jogs a few steps, disappearing behind a corner. I guess that's that then, you think to yourself. You thought too soon as he appeared again with a rather sad looking umbrella. “at least take this, then you will have to come back in at some point, your new fan-club would like it” he nods towards the group of mechanics in the corner, letting out a small laugh. You roll your eyes and take the umbrella from him. You utter a thanks and turn on your heel, making a beeline towards the door. “Leaving so soon?!” One of the mechanics calls out as you leave, you hear Anakin speak as you step outside into the downpour; “hey, leave her alone man”.

Your walk home is, well, rather depressing. The rain only gets heavier as you walk through puddles of water collecting in the uneven footpath. When you reach your apartment, you are completely soaked, the umbrella not really helping as the wind was pushing the rain on a diagonal. As you make your way to the kitchen where you seat down your bag before, going to your rooms to change into something dry. When you return you reach into your bag, retrieving some slightly soggy paperwork to complete. The 20 plus pages full of fine text stare back at you. It was going to be a long afternoon and probably night.

“Why are we going back again?” she says as Anakin stares straight ahead. “Because, snips, we are on a special mission” he tries to lighten the mood, but his body language says otherwise. “I can’t believe Palpatine is getting us to spy on them” Ahsoka grumbles. “We aren’t spying as such, we are just checking it out” He replies. “So spying”. Anakin rolls his eyes.

Pulling up to a parking spot, Ahsoka swings open the door hopping out. Anakin removes the keys and exits, they close their doors in unison, Over the few years Ahsoka had been Anakin 's apprentice they had formed a close bond, some would even comment on how they bicker like siblings. They had their ups and downs but overall got along very well, but the breaktime gossip sessions did help. The pair walk the few blocks to Sith Auto Dominion, slowing down significantly outside of the shop, trying to not make it obvious that they are looking so intently. It doesn’t work.

A woman walks out of the Shop; “Skywalker and his little friend” she sneers. “Asajj, you look lovely as ever” Anakin says. Asajj Ventress was a mechanic, and a good one at that. She was half the reason that MustaCar was bringing in low profit. Her skills were good, too good. The dathomirian placed her hands on her hips glaring at the pair, “this is the 2nd time I have seen you around here, why don’t you skitter back to your cute, little shop” She speaks the last part in a babying voice. Ahsoka lets out a loud huff at the comment. “That's not very welcoming, I thought we were friends Asajj” Anakin says, putting on a fake smile. “And here I thought my shift would be unpleasant” Ventress replies, “What is it you really want Anakin Skywalker?” She speaks his name with a tone of disgust. “Do I really need a reason to visit you?” Ventress raises her eyebrow before speaking “Run along, you are wasting my time, and my time equals money, something you aren’t familiar with”. Anakin 's expression flickers slightly, before he grins “Lovely as always, I will make sure to stop by more often” Anakin nods his head at Ahsoka and they turn to leave. Anakin looks back “And Ventress, that shirt really does your eyes wonders”.

[greazyfloz]

Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 12

Previous

I heard Ethan’s car horn blare, so I made my way to the front. I hop in his car, and he looks over at me as he turns the music down, but I refuse to look at him. He doesn’t say anything to grab my attention instead he just pulls out of my driveway and turns the music back up. 

“Where are we going?” I ask him after driving around for 20 minutes

“Just driving around. I figured you’d need to clear your mind”

“Why?” I say finally looking over to him as he stops at a red light

“What do you mean?” he says looking back at me

“Nevermind” I say, shaking my head and looking back out the window. He continues to drive until he finds an empty parking lot. He parks his car then puts his car in park before turning it off. I look over at Ethan again waiting for him to say something. 

“You’re my best friend, you know that right?” he says making me fight a smile, “You are literally my whole life” he says chuckling, making me finally smile at him

“I’m sorry Ethan” I say looking down at my lap

“It’s fine”

“What did your parents say?” I ask him and he looks at me shocked

“You remember me saying that?” he says

“Guess so”

“Well, nothing because I didn’t tell them” he says and I look at him confused but it made sense. I mean they wouldn’t have kept that from my parents and my parents would have already had me on a plane home, “I wanted to really try and get you so talk to someone before it even came to that, because I know how your parents would react”

“Like a parent?”

“Exactly” Ethan says slightly smiling

“I’ll talk to someone Ethan” I say and sigh, “Let me just finish the school year, then I will when I’m back home for the summer”

“It will be too late” Ethan says then shakes his head before correcting himself, “I mean there is a couple weeks left, you couldn’t see someone here first? You aren’t the same person at home, I just think it would be more beneficial now, don't you think?” 

Ethan makes a good point, so I just nod. I think to myself ‘what would I even say to a therapist?’; ‘hey, I’m in love with my best friends best friend, but oh hold up I fuck my best friend and these past few months I’ve felt more like his fuck buddy than his best friend because he never gives me any attention unless I’m drunk, high or fucking him. And oh yeah his best friend was told not to fuck me so we are secret, along with me and my bestie being secret, so my whole love life/ sex life is just one big secret’

“You okay?” Ethan asks me to pull away from my thoughts. 

“Yeah sorry” I say, “Sure, I’ll look into it”

“I don’t want to worry about you anymore”

“You always will,” I say with a chuckle and he chuckles in agreement before driving around more. We catch up while we drive around and it makes me happy. It feels like old times, driving around the old country roads in Alberta where we just talk about everything and sing along to music together. It feels so normal. 

He eventually drives back to his place and we walk inside. I follow him to his room and sit on his bed pulling his laptop to my lap to do some homework while he gets ready for his practice. I stay in his room writing essays and studying while he is away at his practice. 

When Ethan gets back he takes out a duffle bag and starts packing. I look over at him and pout and he chuckles, “One the weekend, I’ll give you the key. You can stay here” he says

“No, I can deal with my roommates for one weekend” I say making him chuckle

“I’ll still leave my key for you” 

He continues packing as it gets closer to bed. And I make my way over to the dresser to get changed. I pull off my hoodie and bra, throwing them to the side, “Where is your yellow Michigan hoodie?” I ask him pulling open different drawers looking around

“Closet” he says looking up to see me pulling my leggings and underwear to see my fulling expose body. He watches from behind me as I pull up a pair of his boxers. I turn around to walk over to his closet to see Ethan staring at me, well my tits. He gulps then quickly looks back down to his duffle to pack the rest of what he has laid out on his bed. I walk past him and grab the hoodie and before I could even put it on I felt Ethan’s hands on my hips.

“Fuck, I need to feel you” he says and I turn to look at him. He presses his lips to mine suddenly and I feel his hard bulge rub against my leg. His hand enters into the boxers and he slides a finger inside of me curving it around me making my moan out a little. Suddenly I remember this morning, with Mark. But more importantly I remember what we forgot.

“Wait” I say pulling him away and he looks at me confused, “Not right now”

“Please Y/n, I need you” he says wrapping his arms around me again “6 days without you riding me, I need this” he says. 

“We don’t have any condoms” I say trying to think of any reason to stop

“I’ll pull, it’s fine” he says pressing his lips back on mine

“No, not without” I say, pulling away and putting the hoodie on. I walk over and grab sweatpants and his keys “Where are you going?”

“Condoms, keep packing, I'll be right back” I say. 

I drive to the store and walk in quickly as they were closing soon. I make my way to the pharmacist and ask for the morning after pill, and they give it to me, I tell them to hold on before I pay and grabbed a random pack of condoms before returning to the cash. The pharmacist gave me a weird look seeing my two items before I paid and made my way back to the car. I look around for water or something. I knew Ethan had to have something. I found a bottle of gatorade. I opened the bottle and took a sip to wash the pill down.

When I make it back to Ethan’s I make my way back upstairs and pull off the sweatpants and sit on the bed. He is laying in bed already, “Are you still hard?” I ask him as I lay beside him on the bed realizing he was jerking off. 

“Just lift your shirt, I’m close” he says and I obey. He reaches over and massages my tits, as he strokes his cock. It really doesn’t take long for him to finish. He grabs my tit a little harder as I hear him moan out, “ah fuck Y/n” he says as he finishes. 

My cheeks turn red at the sound of my name, seeing as Mark was moaning it earlier today. Fuck I’m a bad person I thought. Both these boys have no idea. Ethan releases my tit and I roll over on my side after pulling my sweatshirt back down. 

After Ethan cleans himself off he comes back into bed and lays facing the same way I’m facing. I turn to look at him and he speaks, “I have practice before the flight so I’ll probably be out of here for 9-ish” he says

“Okay, I probably won’t be awake” I say with a chuckle and he chuckles back

“You better call me if you need anything” Ethan says and I nod before falling asleep

[mooodyblue]

trying to get to you | 50s!elvis x fem!reader

part one | part two | part three

summary: you were supposed to hate elvis presley, but what happens when you get swept up at one of his concerts and you find yourself having feelings no girl like you should ever be having? originally requested by @luluthesandgoose

wc: 3.2k

warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI virgin!reader, mentions of god and church, more smut and angst pure usual.

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it was no surprise that you didn't get to see elvis the next day. in fact, you hadn't seen or heard from him in two weeks. would elvis really abandon you like that? especially after everything you did together? you missed him terribly. his touch, his embrace, his smell, just about everything. did he deicde an innocent girl like you was too much for him? maybe you didn't satisfy him enough. oh-but then you remembered. he still had your panties. you shuddered at the thought, shifting slightly as you continued to stare into nothingness outside the window.

the worst part of all of this, you've done nothing productive while waiting for elvis. these days you were either staring at the window waiting and hoping he'd magically show up. you'd spent time with friends and slowly gained back the trust of your father while still continuing to go to church every week. your faith was still strong, but being with elvis had changed your outlook on everything. plus, it was fun breaking the rules a little. there was something about messing around with the boy your parents hated so much that gave you such a rush. he was addictive and it was killing you not being able to hear or touch him for the last two weeks. you couldn't even call him, the only number you had was for the motel he was last staying at. the last thing you needed was to call and have another random man picking up the phone.

just as you were about to get up and look for something to read, you noticed a figure across the street staring into the living room window. you squinted, trying to get a look at their face. the figure waved to which you looked behind you then pointed back at yourself, receiving a nod in response as he walked across the street to your house. you got up and opened the front door, peaking through. "can i help you?"

"baby! it's me!" he yelled. your eyes widened as you quickly shut the door to check if your parents were around. you then ran back outside to him, pushing him out of view of your house. "would you keep your voice down? my parents are home!"

elvis let out a soft laugh, "'m sorry darlin', just couldn't wait to see you." he hugged you tightly, mumbling a string of apologies for not returning soon enough.

you pulled away quickly, worried about getting caught. "my parents are leaving for dinner in 20 minutes. i can't talk to you right now...just-just come back when they aren't here." you rushed off, not letting him respond as he stood there frowning. you looked back at him frowning, rolling your eyes before going back to him and pressing your lips against his. you giggled slightly at the sudden smile that flashed across his face then ran back inside your house.

it was as if elvis kept a timer running, returning to your house exactly 20 minutes later, not wanting to miss a single second of you. he waited until your parents pulled out of the driveway before knocking at your door. you let him in immediately, throwing yourself on him and knocking him into the couch. "good lord, you missed me that much?" you straddled yourself on top of elvis, wrapping your arms around his neck. "you lied to me, i waited two weeks."

elvis sighed. "i know, baby. i know." he ran his hand up and down your back, running it under your shirt. "'m sorry. they were keepin' me busy, the colonel don't know i'm seein' a girl. i had to come up with an excuse to come by here for a bit."

you shivered at his cold hands on your bare skin, raising an eyebrow. "seein' a girl?" you repeated back.

his face flushed now realizing what he said, moving his hands to your hips. "well-i-i...y-y'know." he stuttered, looking away from you.

for once, elvis was the shy one and not you. you'd never really discussed your relationship, it had always just been about messing around. it was about time for it to be brought up and you were glad elvis was the one to mention it. you brought his face back up to yours, looking at him amused. "makin' me your girl before you even take me on my first date? i think i deserve a date after all those naughty things we've done together."

"baby, i think we're beyond past a first date." he teased, "but if that's what you want, you got it. where d'ya wanna go? your parents gonna let you leave?"

you laughed. "god no, i don't know. let's go see a movie or somethin' tomorrow, i can lie and say 'm out with friends."

elvis nodded, taking your hand in his. "sounds like a plan." you moved yourself to sit yourself properly on his lap, refusing to let go of him after being away from him for so long. you could tell he was getting flustered by the constant moving and touching.

there wasn't much for you two to catch up on, but elvis brought you up to speed on his schedule and what work he'd been up to the last couple of weeks. you just went on about how much you missed him. "do you...do you still have my...y'know?"

elvis smirked, "of course, had some fun with them a couple nights ago."

your face turned red, hitting him slightly on his chest. "that's so naughty!" you giggled. "guess you couldn't find any new girls to mess with?"

"are you kiddin'? couldn't get you out of my damn head." he pulled you closer to him, your back touching his front as he wrapped his arms around your waist and holding you close, kissing your neck. "you have no idea how much i missed you." he sighed. "when do your parents get back?"

you tilted your head as he kissed you, feeling him slowly harden in your hips, "an hour, maybe." you said lowly.

he hummed, peppering kisses all up and down your neck. "wish i could mark this pretty neck of yours." he murmured, his breath tickling your skin. you placed your hand on the swell in his pants, rubbing it gently as he twitched softly at your touch. his face scrunched up as you squeezed him. you moved your position slightly to pull him out of his pants, stroking him up and down slowly and swiping his precum around his tip.

"i didn't know you could be so needy. poor little elvis." he moaned at your words, feeling himself get closer. dirty talk was not your forte for obvious reasons. you felt silly whenever you said filthy things while messing with elvis, but he seemed to enjoy it so you were doing something right. "bet you can't wait to have your way with me one day."

"oh baby, don't say things like that." he thrusted into your fist, breathing heavy against your neck. you quickened your pace his hips moved faster under yours. "can't wait to have you inside me one day, gonna be so tight around you." and that did it, elvis bit into your shoulder as he came in your hand, letting out the loudest groan you'd ever heard come from a man. you cleaned yourself off with a tissue, tossing it in the trash beside the couch as he shoved himself back in his pants. "good?"

elvis nodded, still in a daze. "perfect." just as you were about to get up, he pulled you closer to him and shoved his hand down your shorts. "oh-elvis!" you yelped. he teased the outside of your underwear before pushing them aside to use his fingers to circle your clit. "didn't think i wouldn't please ya too, huh?" you threw your head back against her shoulder as he inserted two fingers inside of you, wasting no time and quickly moving them in and out of you. you could have sworn you felt him getting hard again, amazed by the effect you had on him.

just as you were about to reach your climax, a car pulled into your driveway, the headlights shining into the living room window. "oh no, nononono-elvis, you have to go!" you jumped up quickly, sorting yourself out. you heard the car door slam outside, elvis jumping up shortly after.

"shit, where do you want me?" he asked, panicked.

"just-damn. i don't know," you felt your heart rate quicken as you heard keys jangle at the front door. "my room! go up to my room! second room on the right! hurry!" elvis scurried up the stairs to your room as you sat back on the couch, pulling the blanket over your legs as you opened the nearest book to a random page. your parents wandered in, smiling at you and asking how your day was while your dad made his way to their bedroom, having no idea that elvis presley was hiding in your bedroom at this very moment.

"did something happen to your shoulder?" your mother asked you.

you turned your head to try and get a glimpse, noting the red bite mark elvis made earlier. you made a mental note to curse him out once you went up to your room. sliding your sleeve back up to cover the bite, you shrugged. "mosquito bite?"

your mother hummed, fixing your hair slightly. "it's getting late, go get some sleep. you have church in the morning."

"i was actually hoping i could go see a movie tomorrow? i got invited out." you closed your book, setting it back on the table.

"you can go after, just don't tell your father. you know the rules, be home at a reasonable time."

you nodded. "thank you momma. good night." you gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as you rushed upstairs to your room, greeted by elvis who was sat patiently on your bed.

"all good?" he asked.

you shut the door, letting out a deep breath. "ugh, elvis." you shoved your sleeve over your shoulder slightly, showing him the mark. "are you kidding?"

elvis turned pink, getting up and walking to you to get a better look at it. "aw baby, i'm sorry. really, i didn't mean to."

"you need to leave. i gotta get you outta here before my daddy kills me, you can probably sneak out the-"

"and not finish what i started?" he clicked the lock behind you and took your arm, pushing you slightly back on your bed. "lemme finish you off and i'll leave. okay? but you gotta keep quiet mamas, don't want you getting in trouble."

"elvis-" he shushed you, getting on the bed and shoving your shorts and underwear down, spreading your legs slightly. "what are you-"

he placed himself between your legs, bringing his head down to your wet, heat. he licked a stripe up your folds, his tongue licking up and down your juices. it wasn't until he pressed his tongue against your clit, leaving you gasping and gripping your bedsheets. "oh god, oh god." you whined. he threw a hand up to cover your mouth, stopping you from making loud noises and bothering your parents in the next room. he hummed against you, the vibrations shooting down your spine. he continued toying with your clit using his tongue as your thighs clenched around his head and brought your hands to grip at his hair. your legs shook, back arching as you came on his tongue, watching him rut his now hard cock into the mattress for relief. he licked you clean as he sat back up, lips glistening in the dim lighting of your room. "oh christ, elvis." you panted.

he smiled at you, licking his lips and reaching down to kiss you. "god, i like you so much."

you gazed into his eyes lovingly, "i like you too elvis, i really do." you brought your hand back down to the tent in his pants, elvis swatting your hand away before giving you one final kiss. "don't worry about it, i need to get out of here before i get you in trouble." he got up, walking over to your bedroom window. "we still on for our date tomorrow?" he asked.

"oh, 'course. but i have church tomorrow."

"i'll be there then, we can sneak off afterwards." he opened your window, stepping out onto the roof. "wait." you got up, quickly putting on your shorts before rushing to elvis. you kissed him again, holding his face in your hands. "thank you."

he rested his hand on your wrist. "for what?"

"takin' care of me." you smiled.

elvis chuckled, bringing his hand to yours that was on his cheek and squeezing it softly. "just keepin' my promise, darlin'" he pecked you on the cheek. "now, you gotta let me go. get some sleep, baby. i'll see you tomorrow." you nodded as you watched him climb down your roof and sneak his way out of your backyard.

you went to church the next day as planned. your dad was by your side the entire time and you didn't know how to tell him you had plans afterwards. elvis did show up as well, taking a seat on the pew beside yours. unfortunately for you, your father sat on the end and not you, so it was hard giving elvis little side glances throughout the service. even when you did, you got a grumble from him telling you to pay attention. you'd have to ask elvis to sit next to you next time. once the service ended, you were eager to leave and get to elvis. while your father made you stand around and chat with family friends, you glanced over elvis, frowning at him and mouthing a quick 'im sorry'.

it all went to hell when your father introduced you to another boy who regularly attends the church, someone who you've never spoken to in your life. was your father really trying to set you up? "this is my y/n, such a good kid! had the best grades in school, very focused on her studies." he bragged. you shook his hand and threw him a fake smile. it wasn't the same spark you get whenever you touched elvis, it didn't feel right.

"it's really nice to meet you," you said before turning to your father. "but daddy i kinda had plans and i need to get going if that's okay."

"why don't the two of you get to know eachother? i think he'd be good for you! his family is always very nice to us."

"wait, but daddy-"

"no buts! c'mon, this is good for you! it's someone new, go have fun." he pat you on the shoulder and left the two of you standing there staring at eachother.

your eyes met elvis's, who looked as mad as ever. "um." you looked back at the boy in front of you. "i'm gonna...go freshen up and then we can go get lunch or something?"

"okay. i'll be here." he shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled.

you rushed to the bathroom, side eyeing elvis to come follow you to which he did shortly after you made your way in there, going in when nobody was looking.

elvis clicked the lock behind you. "elvis-" you started.

"now, y/n, what the hell is going on?"

you paced back and forth in the bathroom, anxiously twirling your hair as you tried to come up with a plan.

"i asked you a question, y/n."

you stopped pacing and looked him in the eye. "i don't know elvis! i don't know! i didn't know he was going to do this, i don't know who this guy is!" you snapped. "what do you want me to do? i can't just say no!"

elvis sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "baby, be real. what's the worst that could possibly happen if you were to tell you daddy about us? would it really be that bad?"

"yes!" you exclaimed. "yes, elvis! it'd be awful! he hates you! he'd either kick me out or-or ban me from ever leaving the house. and then i'd never see you again, do you want that to happen?"

he crossed his arms, visibly upset and frustrated with the whole situation. "what if-what if...you tell him, that boy, about us. what if you say you got a boyfriend that your daddy doesn't know about a-and maybe w-we can go out together instead of the two of you. maybe he can cover for you." elvis was stuttering throughout the conversation, something you've learned about him was he'd often get a stutter when angry or nervous. this was definitely a awful situation for the two of you.

"i'm sorry elvis i just....can't take the chance. it's too risky."

he looked down, eyes watering. "so," he placed his hands on his hips and looked back up at your eyes. "you-you're gonna go out with him?"

you stood silent for a moment. "i guess?"

"are we done then?"

you bolted towards elvis, hugging him tightly. "no. no, absolutely not." you took his face in your hands, using your thumb to wipe his tear filled eyes. this was a new side of elvis. you'd seen him happy, frustrated, and excited but not this vulnerable. "we're gonna make this work, we always make it work. right?"

truth be told, you had no idea how this was going to work. it was really just one date. you could lie and say you weren't interested and hoped your father wouldn't pressure you into going out with him again. one day you'll tell your father about elvis, but sneaking around was too much fun for you. not to mention, you were in no position to be getting kicked out anytime soon. the worst part of all of this was watching elvis fall apart in front of you, the fear of losing you very obvious in this situation.

"i have to go, i'm sorry elvis." you kissed him softly and let out a sigh. "listen, my curfew is eight. you're strong, can you manage your way up to my bedroom if you snuck in the back?"

elvis's face lit up at the mention of sneaking over. "flattered you think 'm that strong, but anything for you baby." he teased.

"pft don't worry, i believe in you." you said in a joking matter. "i really need to go now, but i promise we'll make this work. we'll talk more about this later."

he nodded, saying his final goodbyes to you as he watched you leave. elvis definitely gave a final prayer hoping your date went terrible. the last thing he needed was to lose you. there was no denying that he was in love with you, but it was too soon to admit it especially in your situation. what if you had a good time with him? what if he showed up to your house just for you to tell him you don't love him anymore? there were so many thoughts going through his head, but he shook them off, finding his way out of that church and away from the large crowd of people leaving with only thoughts of you and the conversation the two of you would be having that night.

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Love At Second Glance

I wanted to try out writing fics so I apologize if it's not that good.

Word Count: 1032

“Are you sure you still want to meet me”? 

That last text seemed so off from our previous conversations. It threw me off, this sudden change in attitude. 

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?” I replied, still confused by his behavior. “Johnny, is something wrong”? 

“No.” 

Why was he being so cryptic now? He used to be so descriptive in his responses and now, this dry reply? I couldn’t take it and decided to push further, desperate for an explanation.

“Johnathon, be honest with me. Did I do something wrong?” 

…read. I sighed as I put the phone down for a couple minutes, a bit upset by the cold shoulder he was throwing my way. We were hitting it off so well, chatting it up about our shared interests and some things we’d like to do. I’d thought online dating was some sort of scam but I reluctantly tried it, just to mess around. Now, the really cool guy I’m talking to is blowing me off. Great. 

“I want to see you, believe me. I’m just not who you expect me to be. I don’t want to make you think of me differently or anything like that”. 

The message popped up, causing me to immediately grab my phone to respond. He wasn’t being any more clear so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

“I don’t expect you to look a certain way, Johnny. Just let me meet you and let me decide for myself, okay?” 

“Okay,” I smiled when I read his reply, then seeing his addition to it, “Meet me at this park, say, 20 minutes”? 

The park was a short walk away from my apartment and so I agreed to his request. I told him I’d get ready and then see him in a bit. I then scurried around my room, searching for my better looking clothes before freshening up. I grabbed my keys and then left the apartment, ready to finally meet the guy I had been talking to for the last few weeks

I stood around the park, looking around to see the various people and their partners. I sat at a discernible bench, making myself as easy to spot as humanly possible. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t nervous, the mere thought of him and I seeing each other was enough to make me shake with excitement. Maybe I could even hug him, seeing to it that I’m brave enough to do so. 

“I’m close by, gray trench coat and fedora”. 

I saw the message and smiled as I looked up, seeing a tall figure matching that description. I replied, “I’m on the bench,” seeing how the figure turned around and faced my direction. My heart skipped a beat, my nerves rapidly accelerating as he approached. However, as he got closer, I noticed something was off. 

Gone was the tan-ish skin and long, wavy brown hair from his profile picture. Gone were his facial features, or any features to be specific. In place, paper white skin and black spots of various sizes and shapes laced his body. I stared with a bit of awe as I took in the sight of him, taking a step closer. He seemed surprised by my reaction, in disbelief even. 

“You…aren’t scared of me?” He asked, the larger spot on his face moving as he spoke, as if it were a replacement to his mouth. I kept my mouth agape as I gently said, “Not at all…I’m more intrigued than anything.” 

He stood silent for a moment before quietly sobbing to himself. I immediately grew concerned, asking him what was wrong. 

“I have been turned into this…freak and almost everyone I know has refused to even look at me. I lost everyone and everything…and here you are, staring and talking to me…” 

I could tell from his tone that he was not crying tears of sadness, but rather tears of relief. I smiled gently as I grabbed his hand, caressing the back of it with my thumb. I watched as small tears rolled down his cheeks, or wherever his cheeks would be now, from the spot on his face. Even with no facial features, you could just tell how he felt at that moment. It was a good reflection of who he was, in text and in person.

“You…you’re too kind to me. You deserve someone better, someone who’s not…this”.

I looked him dead in his face as I retorted, “No, Johnny. You deserve so much more than what you’ve been through”. Although I was fearful before, I slowly embraced him, letting myself become a source of comfort for him as I hugged him tightly. His arms made their way around me just a moment later, him returning the favor equally as strong, if not stronger than me. 

“Thank you…thank you so much.” That was all he said as he pulled away from the hug. I felt my nerves settle the more I was with him, he was still the same person who I hit up online. It didn’t matter what he looked like now or then, his personality still shined through ever so evidently. Our conversation seemed endless, moving so smoothly from topic to topic as if it was just nature. We connect so well and he’s just so charismatic, I can’t help but feel some kind of way about him. 

“Here, check this out”. He then stuck his hand into the spot in his abdomen, pulling out a small bouquet of chrysanthemums before handing them to me. I thanked him for the flowers before just inching closer, trying to get a clear shot of his face before trying to be bold. As soon as I could, I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before smiling. He was dumbfounded, his hand making its way to spot my kiss landed as he sat in silence. 

“...You kissed me. You actually kissed me”. 

“Well, yeah. I really do like you, Jonathon. I mean it,” I said as I just chuckled at his surprised expression. He then chuckled along with me, gently grabbing my hands before saying, “I like you too”. 

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Jesus, you look shitty

Summary: Virgil goes to visit Remus again after years of not seeing him. Things.. don't really go well.

Word count: 2293

Characters: Remus, Virgil, Patton, Janus (mentioned)

Notes: This is inspired by the episode 'The Telescope' from Bojack Horseman.

Tagging: @lost-in-thought-20 @chituri

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Virgil sighed as he stood in front of the door that led to the dark side of the mind scape. He hadn’t been back here in so long. Ever since he left the dark sides, and Janus had followed him soon after, they’d both worked to keep the parts separate. It needed to be like that, for Thomas’ sake. Janus had told him that he’d tried to convince Remus to be less disturbing so he could join the light sides too, and that Remus had asked him to stay instead, but because they couldn’t reach an agreement, Janus left too.

Since then, Remus hadn’t shown himself, and while part of Virgil was glad that Thomas was now safe from his intrusive thoughts, another part of him was plagued with guilt for having abandoned his childhood friend. That guilt kept building up over time, and now, years later, he figured it was time to apologize for everything that had happened between them. If he could just make amends, maybe things would get better, and he wouldn’t have to deal with guilt all the time.

He didn’t want to go alone, though. He hadn’t seen Remus in so long. It would at least be extremely awkward, and he’d rather not be alone in a room with him. So, he’d brought Patton, who silently stood beside him, also looking rather nervous.

Virgil looked at him, and made eye contact for a moment, “..this is good, right? That we’re going to apologize?” he asked.

His friend nodded, “I mean, I think so, yeah. I learned that apologizing always makes things better,” he said, smiling a bit.

“..Right. Okay,” Virgil said as he gathered up some courage. He then raised his hand, and knocked on the door, and the pair waited for a response.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and there was Remus. Virgil remembered him always looking messy, but dear god, it had gotten so much worse. His hair was long and greasy.. When was the last time he’d washed it? His clothes were in a bad state too, all wrinkly and full of stains.

“..hey, Remus..” Virgil said, trying to keep his tone a bit nonchalant to mask his nervousness.

Surprisingly enough, a grin spread across Remus’ face, “Virgil! Jesus, you look shitty! Has life with the light sides not been as good as you’d hoped?” he joked.

From the corner of his eyes, the anxious side noticed Patton purse his lips together after hearing the comment, and he chuckled a little, unfortunately already feeling awkward, “Heh.. no, it’s been nice. You don’t look so good either, Rem,” he said, attempting to joke back.

And within a second after saying that, Remus’ smile disappeared, and his unblinking eyes met Virgil’s with a look so cold that he almost shivered.

“I’m dying.”

Virgil’s breath got stuck in his throat for a moment. Out of all the words Remus could’ve said, that was the last thing he expected.

“..oh,” he managed to bring out.

Remus stared at him a bit longer, before putting on a wide smile again, “Well, anyways. How nice of you two to visit after all these years! Come in! I’ll make you both something nice,” he said as he clapped his hands together. He gestured at Virgil and Patton to follow him, and then turned around and walked into his living space.

Virgil took a few seconds to calm down from his shock of seeing Remus act so strange. Stranger than usual, that is. He glanced at Patton, “..please don’t leave me alone with him,” he said quietly, and felt a little bit reassured when his friend nodded. They walked in together.

The inside of the place was even worse. It reeked with the smell of something dead. Maybe it was the plants in the room that looked like they hadn’t been watered in years, or maybe Remus actually had some dead animals hidden around here. Virgil repressed the urge to cover his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“I was just about to make myself some food, so you can join if you want!” Remus’ voice echoed from the kitchen, “Just sit down at the table and I'll be there in a sec!”

The two light sides exchanged silent glances, and despite the fact that they both wanted to leave, they knew they couldn’t do that yet. Virgil had come here to apologize, and Patton had come with him for extra support. They couldn’t just leave without doing that. Especially not since Remus seemed quite happy to see them here. So, they sat down at the table.

A few minutes later, Remus came back with some bread and meat on plates, which he put down in front of them, “Bone apple teeth!” he said with a grin.

Patton looked at the food. It.. didn’t look appetizing at all, and.. was that mold? He felt like throwing up, and quickly decided to think of something else to forget about it. “..what a coincidence. We ate something like this yesterday-..” he said with a small smile.

“Well duh,” Remus chuckled, “I get all the scraps of food you throw away! Don’t worry. You’ll get used to the mold after a while.” he said as he sat down at the table too, opposite to the light sides.

Virgil stared at the food Remus had served him, and just like Patton, he was appalled by even the idea of eating it. He looked up and saw the intrusive side had already started eating, using his hands to shove the food in his mouth as if he hadn’t eaten for days. It actually made him feel nauseous, and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand, to hopefully keep himself from throwing up.

Noticing the movement, Remus looked up, and made eye contact with Virgil, “..what’s wrong, Virge?” he asked with his mouth full, “Do you need better cutlery?”

Confused by the question, the anxious side glanced at Patton for a second, “...uhh.. what..?” he asked.

“Because if you do-..” Remus continued, “I can always give you the knife you left in my back years ago!” he added, before laughing.

Virgil, not sure what else to do, awkwardly laughed along, “Heh.. r- right… walked right into that one. Who asks about cutlery..?” he mumbled.

It was silent for a moment, with the only sound being Remus’ eating. The tension was horrible, and neither light side knew what to do in this situation. They could’ve handled an angry Remus, perhaps. But this was very different from what they expected, and the last thing they wanted to do was make things worse.

Luckily, dinner was over rather quickly, and Remus stood up to collect the plates and bring them back to the kitchen, where he left them in the sink before joining the other sides again, who hadn’t moved from their seats at the table.

Breaking the tense silence, Remus clapped his hands, “Well! It was certainly nice to have you two over, but I'm sure you’d like to go back to your own place now. I won’t keep you here any longer.” he said, before turning around and walking to the door again, gesturing at Virgil and Patton to follow him.

Remus brought the light sides to the door and grinned as he opened it for them, “Again, nice seeing ya! I need to get some rest. Close the door behind you!” he said, before simply walking off and letting his visitors stand by the door, perplexed.

Virgil and Patton exchanged concerned looks, before the former spoke up, “..I don’t feel good just leaving him here..” he admitted.

The moral side nodded and agreed, “Me neither.. I had no idea it was this bad for him. The awful food, and.. he’s dying too..? I didn’t know we sides could even die-” he admitted.

Fidgeting with the zipper on the sleeve of his hoodie, Virgil thought about what to do, “..maybe I should go back in, alone.” he said. When Patton grabbed his hand and asked if he was sure, he nodded, “..I mean, I was the first one to leave him.. and I never came back or apologized. I need to do that. If he dies before I get the chance to-..” he cut himself off and looked down, “..I could never forgive myself..”

Patton squeezed his hand, “I understand.. but be safe, okay?” he said softly, though Virgil’s nod and reply didn’t exactly reassure him.

Putting on a brave face and walking back in alone was harder for Virgil than he thought it would be. But, he told himself, he was doing this for Remus. Inside, he made his way to Remus’ room, and knocked on the door before walking in, where he saw him sitting on his bed, leaning against the headrest with his eyes closed.

He seemed to not notice Virgil at first, which concerned him. You’d think one would hear the sound of someone entering their room, but apparently that wasn’t the case with Remus now.

Virgil stayed silent for a moment, looking at Remus. He coughed a little every once in a while, and.. some black smoke-like substance seemed to ooze right out of his skin with every cough, as if life was being sucked right out of him, slowly, and painfully.

The sight made Virgil’s blood run cold, as he realized that when Remus told him he was dying, he wasn’t exaggerating. He cleared his throat to get the other’s attention, and before he could even say anything, Remus’ eyes shot open, and he stared at Virgil with that same cold look he’d had before.

“Come to ruin my life some more, asshole?” he asked, any trace of niceness in his voice gone.

“I-.. no-” Virgil said, stumbling a little because he was once again caught off guard by Remus’ sudden change in demeanor. He fumbled with his hoodie strings for a second, trying to calm his nerves down before talking again. “Listen, I-... about what happened after I left-.. after Janus left-..” he started, “We.. we never meant for things to turn out this way..”

“So.. you’re apologizing?”

The anxious side nodded quickly, “Yes. I’m sorry, Remus..” he said, before smiling a little bit, Maybe, just maybe, they could be friends again, for a little while. Maybe.. he could save his old friend from death. But, Remus’ next words pulled him right out of his thoughts.

“Fuck off.”

Baffled, Virgil looked at him and stepped closer to try and reason with him, “Remus-.. I-.. I don’t think you understand me right now. I’m sorry.. you said you were dying and.. I can see it, and I’m so sorry. If you die, and I can’t at least make things better between us-.. I-”

Remus leaned forward a little and coughed again, “I said, Fuck. Off.” he repeated, keeping his voice low and threatening. “I’m not gonna forgive you just so you can feel better about your shitty self.” He reached out and grabbed Virgil by his collar, pulling him down to his eye level, “I want you to live. I want you to live knowing that there’s nothing you can do to make this better. I want you to live, knowing that you killed me.”

Virgil tried to pull away instinctively, but Remus was surprisingly strong for a dying person. “I-.. I-..” he said, terrified of what Remus might do to him now that they were alone. Was he going to take him down with him? After a few seconds, he registered what Remus had actually said, and he frowned, “M- me..? I- I’m not killing you!” he tried to defend himself “I- I just want to help!”

“Bullshit!” Remus shouted, which immediately resulted in him having a big of a coughing fit, causing him to let Virgil go. The intrusive side wheezed and gasped for air as his body secreted more black smoke. When he’d calmed down a bit, he looked up at Virgil and glared daggers at him. “I-.. I know it’s you. I can feel it. I helped you control your abilities, your room. Maybe you don’t realize it, but it’s you.” he said.

Having stepped back after Remus let him go, Virgil looked at Remus, “..so-.. if it’s me.. can’t I stop whatever i’m doing? Can’t I save you?” he asked quietly.

Remus leaned back and crossed his arms, “I don’t want to be saved. I don’t need you, or anyone else anymore, and I haven’t needed you for a long time.” he said coldly.

“You could’ve joined us, you know..?” Virgil said quietly, “When I left. When Janus left. He told me he offered you to join the light sides too, but you refused. Why?” he asked.

“..I never needed to be a light side. I was fine just being me,” Remus answered, looking away for a moment, “What I needed, was my friends. But you left me so you could become a light side. You both dropped me and forgot about me. Did you ever even consider you could’ve been a light side and my friend?” he asked before making eye contact again, “You care more about being a light side, than you ever cared about me, and I learned that a long time ago.”

Virgil let his arms drop to his sides as he listened to Remus, and while he didn’t want to admit it, he knew he was right. If he’d cared more, he would’ve visited sooner. Or.. he shouldn’t have left in the first place. It had been a mistake coming here, hadn’t it?

“I’m sorry..” he mumbled, turning around and hearing Remus reply to him one last time.

“No. You’re not. And now get out.”

..And Virgil did.

[slytherinshua]

Don't Go

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. classmates to lovers. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: kisses. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: sejun x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.2k.

You set your books and notes down on a table in the empty library. Sejun would join you shortly for your tutoring session. You had been meeting every day after school ended for 7 weeks now, and it had quickly become your favourite event.

You thought it was funny - you used to hate the idea of having to tutor someone. Being responsible for teaching them a concept they already should have learned from the teacher? Having to sit through and explain it to them a million times before they finally get it, cause they’re slow? It sounded like torture.

But Sejun wasn’t like that. He was smart, quick-witted, funny, and overall pleasant to spend time with. You rarely had to explain something more than once before he got the hang of it. The tutoring sessions were less because he was falling behind, but because he was gone during usual school hours.

He told you that training to debut as a k-pop idol wasn’t that demanding, but you could tell it drained him. He sometimes came to tutoring already tired, and you worried he didn’t get enough sleep.

You checked the time on your phone again. Today was a tight schedule, as you had to catch a blind date right after the tutoring session. You weren’t originally planning for it to be today. And you were nervous to go, but your best friend was determined to get you a boyfriend before the second semester. You’d have to apologise to Sejun for having to end early today.

You spotted his pink hair in the hallway, walking into the library with a dimpled smile. Your mood shot up from just the sight of him. Just normal friend things… You thought, somehow convincing yourself before he came to sit down next to you.

“‘Afternoon!” He greeted cheerily.

“Good afternoon.” You laughed, flipping open your book and grabbing a pen. “Shall we start?” He nodded eagerly, resting his head on his hand, and looking at you.

You felt a little flustered by his stare today, but you shook it off. It’s just Sejun, this is normal.

You began to explain the concepts that you had learned in the class that he had missed last Thursday. You went over the math first, as it was relatively simple to explain and the homework was light for the week.

As you talked, Sejun zoned out a bit. The light from the window behind him shone on your face, lighting it up in the most magical way. He wasn’t sure what the special occasion was, but you wore a light yellow dress instead of your casual wear.

He kept tracing a line from your hair down to your neck with his eyes, always finding himself stopping at your lips for a moment, lingering. He had to shut down the thoughts in his head immediately. Don’t think about kissing her and make this complicated.

You finished explaining how to do this new way of problem-solving, and handed over a worksheet to Sejun. He had barely heard a word you said, and it took a lot of effort to tear his eyes off your pretty face and to the boring worksheet.

He looked over the problems, realising that he really should have been listening. But, he figured out how to solve them without your helpful instructions, and finished all 15 problems in 20 minutes.

He turned back to you, smiling, “I finished.” 

You had gotten out your makeup bag to try to touch up your face in time for the blind date. You turned back to him, brush stuck in midair, “Right, let me check over them…” You glanced at the paper, nodding at his neat handwriting and quick, effective solutions to all the problems.

“Perfect. What would you like to do next?” You asked, looking back to your hand mirror for a second, before putting away your makeup brushes and small palette.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked, observing you. He’d never even seen you wear makeup, or a dressy outfit during a tutoring session. But today, you adorned both, not helping his struggle to suppress the urge to kiss you.

“I have a blind date after this.” You said, “I should’ve told you before, but we might need to end early today.”

“What?” He asked, shocked. His eyes had widened slightly, and he bit the inside of his mouth to try to stop himself from saying what he was about to.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, my friend set it up for me. Might as well go? She wants me to get a boyfriend before the second semester, and I don’t know anyone else who’s going to ask me out.”

“Don’t go on the blind date.” He said suddenly.

“What? Why-”

“Don’t go.” He said seriously, surprising you. He always had a light, happy air to him, but right now, he seemed dead serious. You gulped, looking back at his dark eyes and matching his stare.

You watched as his eyes stayed on your eyes, then flickered down to your lips, and then he broke eye contact entirely, looking away with a sigh.

“Sejun… Why do you care whether I go on a blind date or not? I know it’s not because it’s cutting into your tutoring time. You don’t care about stuff like that.” You said slowly.

“I can’t say why.” He responded, and you felt more confused than ever. What reason could he possibly have that he couldn’t even tell you?

“Then I’m going on the date.” You concluded, turning back to your bag.

“I said, don’t go.” He said desperately, grabbing your wrist. You froze up with the physical contact, turning back to him yet again.

He didn’t give you time to say anything before he was moving closer to you, and within an instant, you felt his lips touch yours. Your eyes closed as a response, and your heart pounded in your chest. Lim Sejun? Kissing you?

He pulled back, “If you need to get a boyfriend so badly, at least give me a chance, not some random dude you’ve never even seen.” He whispered, looking away again.

“Do you mean it?” You asked, making him look back at you.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Just needed to make sure before I do this.” You explained, leaning in quickly to press a kiss to his lips. “I won’t go on the date. You’ve convinced me.” You smiled at him, eyebrows raising, before you pretended to turn your attention back to your books.

You observed him from the corner of your eyes, fighting back a smile when you saw him blush and smile widely, looking back to his paper.

“You’ll be my girlfriend… right?”

You nodded, “‘Why wouldn’t I?’’’ You repeated his words from before, making you both giggle softly.

“I’ll take you to get ice cream after this is over.” He said, giving you a pretty dimpled smile.

“Why isn’t it over already, then?” You asked, looking back and forth between him and the textbooks that neither of you were going to study anyway. He smiled cheekily, grabbing the books and putting them back in his bag.

“Let’s go.” He held out his hand for you, and you took it gingerly, your heart racing in your chest again.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-bluehair

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 19: "Deep breaths."

Warnings: description of a panic attack, discussions of anxiety

Ship: none!

I wrote this thinking of this one scene in Criminal Minds where Morgan and Reid are helping this kid through a panic attack and I wanted to do something similar but not exactly the same. You know what I mean? (no, G, we don't know what you mean)

Anywho, day 19! I finally picked an AU for day 20 and I'm super excited to write it!

Birdstrike, birdstrike!

Eject eject eject!

If he sat quietly for long enough, Bob figured the panic would eventually subside. He’d seen one or two ejections in his career not including hearing Rooster and Maverick jump ship, but it was something about this one that was making his hands shake, his heart race and his stomach flip.

“Hey, baby on board! We’re all heading to the bar; you comin’?”

As usual, Hangman was mostly unaffected by everything that had happened. He had a pep in his step and a pride in his stride as he opened his locker and reached for his jacket. Bob hummed.

“I might stay home, go to bed early.”

“I get that. I went and checked on Fanboy; he’s fine, sleeping it off.”

Hangman paused mid-reach for his wallet, turning around to look at Bob.

“You good?”

“Fine.”

Hangman’s brows furrowed for a moment before he shrugged, bumping his locker closed.

“Anyway, I’m going to get drunk. Tell your right hand I said hi.”

“Why would I- ugh, Bagman-“

Hangman cackled as he left the locker room while Bob stared straight ahead, blankly trying to process everything that had happened.

-

It had been a run of the mill morning; the Daggers had started the day teaching their own classes then after lunch had prepared for a hop of their own. They had checked conditions and it looked like a great day to practice a couple of formations they’d been trying in the simulation suite. Coyote, Hangman and Rooster had gone up first and hadn’t had any issues; after that Phoenix, Bob, Payback and Fanboy had launched to practice specific movements.

They’d only been five minutes in when Fanboy had yelled about birds and Payback said he was going to try and land; Maverick didn’t hesitate in his instruction to eject. They’d been working through more ejection training lately and it proved useful when Fanboy landed in a tree and Payback a couple metres away. Fanboy was unconscious, Payback with bruises everywhere but mostly okay. Bob and Phoenix had circled until medics could get them, then landed at the first opportunity. The single seaters and Maverick were waiting on the ground for them, all wearing matching looks of concern. Phoenix had thrown her arms around Rooster and he’d taken her inside to make sure she was okay whilst Bob had paused to debrief Maverick on what had happened in the air considering he’d been guiding from the tower. When he’d finally made it back to the locker room the adrenaline had begun to wear off and he’d barely been unable to unzip his flight suit because his fingers wouldn’t stop shaking.

The locker room door opened again and Bob’s head shot up in alarm, shoulders relaxing when he realised it was Rooster.

“Hey,” he said gruffly, “you good?”

Bob shrugged.

“Fine.”

“Cool.”

With Rooster’s back to him, grabbing things out of his locker, Bob could focus on his breathing. He’d been finding it harder to breathe, like the air in the room was insufficient-

“Took Tasha home; she said you should swing by later.”

Bob didn’t respond, too focused on making the air move through his chest. Why was it so damn hot in here? Was it always this hot?

Rooster closed his locker, turning around with his hands on his hips. He frowned.

“Bob?”

“Is it hot in here? I feel like- maybe I’m sick, I-“

“Okay, deep breaths, put your head between your knees. I think you’re having a panic attack.”

Rooster knelt by Bob, guiding him to put his head down as he gasped for air. As he listened to Bob he kept one hand on his back and the other on his forehead, supporting him.

“It’s okay; just breathe. You’re safe. The others are fine. Can you hear me?”

“Yeah,” Bob muttered, “I hear you.”

“That’s good man, just keep breathing. I’m right here.”

When Bob lifted his head he found Rooster’s eyes watching him, reassurance behind the soft hazel. He gently squeezed Bob’s shoulder, rubbing over his back.

“Focus on the sound of my voice. Can you repeat after me?”

“Ye- yeah. Okay. Repeat after you.”

“Good. 10, 5, 78, 1874.”

Bob reached for Rooster’s hand, gathering his thoughts. Eventually he was able to repeat the numbers.

“Perfect, that’s exactly what I need you to do. We’re gonna do it again; Hangman, my mom, the president.”

“The- the president?”

“Why not, right? Keep going.”

“Your mom... Hangman...”

-

“How do you feel now?”

“Better.”

“That’s good. We’re gonna sit you up now, do you feel like you can do that?”

Bob nodded. With Rooster’s help, he managed to straighten his back to lean against the lockers. He found Rooster smiling sympathetically at him when he glanced up.

“Hey, man. You good?”

“Fuck no,” Bob whispered, earning chuckles.

“Yeah, I hear you. Panic attacks don’t make sense and they’re scary as fuck when you have the first one.”

Bob heard the tone of his voice, and found his distraction.

“How old were you?” He asked quietly. Rooster chuckled, but there was no laughter in his voice.

“Fifteen. My mom had just been diagnosed. Was that your first?”

“Think so. I don’t remember ever feeling this... drained.”

Rooster hummed. He carefully hefted himself up on to the bench beside Bob then gestured behind them.

“Go get your stuff; I’ll drop you with Phoenix. You could use each other tonight.”

“Are you going to Mav’s?” Bob asked hoarsely. Rooster shook his head.

“He’s with Penny and I’m... going to the hard deck.”

Bob smirked to himself. Rooster blinked.

“What?”

“Hangman came in here just before you; said he was going to the hard deck too, but if Mav’s with Penny...”

“That’s a pure coincidence; I’m actually going to my therapist’s.”

Bob nudged his shoulder.

“I had no idea you’re seeing someone- like a therapist, I mean.”

Rooster cleared his throat.

“Mav told me I had to find a way to work out my feelings that didn’t involve punching Hangman or doing reckless shit in a US Navy jet.”

“Both great options, but therapy is probably the best.”

They both burst out laughing, Rooster hooking an arm around Bob’s shoulders.

“Seriously; let’s get you to Phoenix. God knows she’s not good at expressing feelings.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s a requirement to be in the Navy; emotionless killing machines.”

“Now now; let’s not get ourselves confused with the SEALs.”

-

“Roos- Bob?”

Phoenix slowly opened her front door to the two on her doorstep, frowning when she took in Bob.

“You look like shit.”

“So do you.”

Phoenix glared at Rooster but let them both in, gesturing toward the kitchen.

“Get whatever you want, there should be beer in there-“

“-ah, sorry, I’m goin’ out tonight, but I thought maybe you two could hang out?”

Phoenix glanced up from her bundle on the couch, nodding slowly.

“That would... be good.”

Bob took a seat beside her on the couch, silent and awkward for a moment before Phoenix tugged on Bob’s shoulder.

“C’mere.”

They fell into each other’s arms, Phoenix burying her face into Bob’s chest. Rooster sighed, leaning on the doorframe.

“Alright, I’m goin’. I’ll call tomorrow morning and check in.”

“Thanks Roos,” Phoenix muttered. He made a quiet exit out the front door and Bob pulled away from the hug, sending Phoenix a soft smile.

“Hey. You doing okay?”

“Not really,” Bob confessed. Phoenix hummed, running a hand down his arm.

“You want to talk about it?”

“Later. What were you watching?”

Phoenix glanced at her TV, shrugging.

“Dr Phil reruns.”

It was a hobby they’d picked up; they only ever really watched the dumb episodes and often had a running commentary.

“Oh, cool. Okay, let’s go.”

-

“Bradley; how are we feeling today?”

“My friend had a panic attack.”

Dr Miller’s brows furrowed.

“That must have been a lot for you to witness. Let’s talk about it.”

“I was actually going to see my partner but I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I texted you instead. I hope that’s okay.”

The digital feed of Dr Miller glitched out for a moment, then he sat up in his seat.

“Of course that’s okay; sometimes we need to talk it out with someone separated from the situation and I’m sure your partner would understand. Have you tried your grounding techniques?”

“Yeah. Yeah, and I’m not feeling on edge or anything, but... I just wanted to talk it out before I got to that point.”

Dr Miller smiled.

“That’s really good to hear how self aware you were. Let’s start from the beginning...”

-

[authorsharonforester]

The Childhood Songs of Imagination, Adventure, And My Past Self Album by Sharon Forester

This is going to ​to be a long blog post, so buckle up for the reading frenzy of 20 songs on paper! I've written down (more like, typed in) the songs I wrote when I was a little girl. My imagination was running wild, I was busy trying to figure out how to chase my dreams, and I was going through a lot of emotions. Some of these songs may make sense while others take a minute to figure out. The notebook that kept these songs was stored away for a good number of years. It was thrown out once I typed the songs on my computer. I will never have those pages with my childhood handwriting, but at least these songs will be in my files and on the Internet forever.

​The Childhood Songs of Imagination, Adventure, And My Past Self Album

SONG 1 ALIENS, LET’S FLY AWAY

Aliens in disguise Getting inside my mind So in love with them Every time they come To make my life so different

Putting everything else aside Fantasy comes to life Their pictures from the past Aliens keep bringing back

I don’t wish for them to leave, and if they leave, then I leave too

CHORUS Aliens, let fly away I want to fly away With aliens, fly away I want to fly away Aliens, let’s fly away I want to fly away So, aliens, let’s fly away I want to fly away

No one can understand what is happening This is the strangest love I could ever hold We are all aliens What is the difference here? We all live in the stars, together or apart

I don’t wish for them to leave, and if they leave, then I leave too ​​​ SONG 2 IT WAS EASY

Live the happy days Sad days go away Let’s just rejoice At our choice

We've been given our word To live in the world always Rendering but never pretending And w are who we will be Can’t stop us now We are at our feet

CHORUS It was easy to put my heart into something new  It was easy to live and breath with all effort, too It was easy good times I would never forget It was easy never having to regret

SONG 3 WAITING FOR A SHIP

CHORUS I'm waiting for a ship that’s coming to get me I’m waiting for a ship with aliens that won’t forget me I’m waiting for a ship to take me home x2

Im staring at the sky Waiting in the dark For my last hope Where is my home? I’m staring at the sky Smiling in the dark My only hope Out there’s my home

Did they leave me? Are they gonna get me? Out there’s where my home is And I patiently wait to go

SONG 4 MY ROBOT

Robots are everywhere and they make me stare What are we gonna do? My robot, robot, come with me Let’s get away My different little robot, we will forever be free

Everything has been destroyed This place is null and void So much dullness My robot, robot, come with me I can’t find you in the dust this way

CHORUS My robot, robot, are you out there? My robot, robot, come with me, I love you! My robot, robot, are you out there? My robot, robot, come with me, I love you!

I need you with me Let’s go so we can be free

Robots are everywhere Taken over thin air So evil, so restrained Lasers pointing to places Losing faces

Robot, robot, om with me Let’s get away, and we will forever be free

SONG 5 ZOMBIES

Zombies, zombies, zombies I love zombies They eat many things Zombies are dead, but aren't dead They are the undead

Zombies, zombies, zombies I can’t take the zombies They are slimy Zombies come to take revenge Zombies come to make new friends, Who are alive; half alive, half dead, and undead

CHORUS Zombies everywhere you go Zombies that will never go I love zombies, love them not Some are bad, and some are not Most are ugly, some are not They're all creepy, then they're not Zombies everywhere you go Zombies that will never go x2

Zombies, zombies, zombies I reach out to the zombies–the undead Zombies, zombies, zombies Don’t  reach out to the zombies–the undead They are green and slimy; they are cool and scary They eat brains; They give and take no pain What more can they be and not be? Zombies everywhere you go

SONG 6 ​SHEEP

Here are the herds Wandering oh so mindlessly Swallowed by the ancient curse If only they had a clue Of what they’re really dreaming of

There go the herds Following the poisoned crowd Swallowed by the ancient curse It’s land of the slaughtered The conscious try to get them out

CLIMAX They’re hypnotized so easily Killing themselves so easily If only they had a clue Of how they’re being controlled Love help us all

CHORUS The sheep keep talking, they say la-di-da The sheep keep walking, it’s like la-di-da The sheep keep gawking, they see la-di-da The sheep keep acting, they teach la-di-da

SONG 7 MAGIC

With magic, I can turn a pumpkin into a troll With magic, I could be something you wouldn’t know With magic, I can go back in time and change the past With magic, I can take back what I lost

Don’t be evil, magic can deceive you Don’t fall for magic, magic can deceive you

CHORUS Magic, magic, magic You could be good, you could be bad Magic, magic, magic You fade away, but then come back Magic, magic, magic You could be what I imagine Magic, magic, magic You fadeaway, but then come back

With magic, I can bring back the one that I love With magic, I can take away my enemies With magic, I can make what you can’t believe With magic, I can believe so many things

Don’t be evil, magic can deceive you Don’t fall for magic, magic can deceive you

SONG 8 LITTLE ROBOT

CHORUS Little robot is alone Little robot trying to find his way back home Little robot malfunctions Little robot trying to find his way back home

(fast beat rap) Brave, tiny, cute little robot Malfunctioning but passing over Looking for a home like a shiny Mars rover

CHORUS - (first line change) Little robot no give up

Poor, tiny, cute little robot Losing parts like other goners So unique, not acting like the others

CHORUS - (first line change) Little robot bright as sea

My sweet, tiny, cute little robot I will save you, no matter what I love you, no matter what x3

CHORUS - (first line change) Little robot is alone

SONG 9 ZOMBIE IN LOVE

CHORUS I’m a zombie in looooove I'm a zombie in loooooove I'm in love with you I want a piece of you

I watch you where you go Never wanna let you go Groaning for you’s what I do Lusting for a taste of you Yooooooooouuuuu

I'm a zombie in loooooooove I'm a zombie in looooooooove I'm in love with yooooooou I want a piece of you

Brains,  I need to eat those brains,  It drives me insane, I need to eat those brains Until nothing remains, Except the memories obtained

You walk through the magic portal To the place I call my life And you see me move, so immortal And that's when you know I longed survived You’re walking slow-mo through the graveyard In the cemetery, my home I stare intensely at you as you go But you don’t even, even see a soul

You walk through the horrid darkness And I follow as you’re in the light You see my face, you're super hopeless And I know that I’m on your mind You walked to me and asked me questions And I stared at your pretty face Then I see my chance to tell you ​What I've always wanted, wanted to say

SONG 10 PARADISE LOST

Damage is everywhere I look Broken hearts are in a group But the sky is turning bright instead of gray All the dullness finally goes away Graves disappear And robots are broken But I know I can fix them again Because all the dullness finally goes away

CHORUS Paradise lost is no more All the weeping is no more All the love is coming back All the beauty is coming back

Destruction has taken over me Rejection is so hurtful With so many color changes All the fullness finally goes away

SONG 11 WE REMAIN HAPPY

CHORUS We always wept Before we got shut down again When we got hurt again We always wept But now we remain happy with who we are

We’ve been pushed around, knocked to the ground, and as we fell, we were broken We still got to our feet, we didn’t even flee, but nobody cared we were broken Why were we so mistreated?  Did we deserve to be mistreated? Why were we so mistreated?  Is it because we are so different?

SONG 12 TO PALACE

CHORUS Selfish creatures in the world leave me weeping To my dream world place, I will runway What words can I say? I’m stranded, there’s no delay To palace, I runaway x2

Selfish creatures in the world, leave me weeping To my dream world place, I runway I don’t want to stay right here There must be another way For me to escape this dreadful place today

SONG 13 DAMAGED

CHORUS I’ve been damaged, unloved I’ve been all fixed up and loved I’ve been damaged, unloved I’ve been forgiven, and loved I’ve been damaged, unloved I’ve been damaged

My broken parts have fallen I’ve lost my powers I completely shut down I got thrown away

I’ve regained myself I’ve united with my powers I am no longer shut down Then I don’t get thrown away

SONG 14 LOVE

What is love? X2 Love is a powerful source in the living soul A wonderful emotion all souls know Love can be unconditional But many say it brings trouble

Many chose to make love seem bad As if it was worse than hate, that's sad But deep inside hearts Love can still be there I will always believe love goes on forever

CHORUS Love is patient, love is kind, love is not rude, love is not wrong What is love? What is love? Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it burns, sometimes it rips my world apart And sews it back together

SONG 15 PERFECT HOME

I crawl, I walk, I run To find a place where I belong The roads are empty, but There are plenty of Places all around

A house, a castle, a beach I try to find a place, where it’s perfect for me The roads are empty, but There are places all around

CHORUS I wanted a home, but found a haunted house It’s dark, it’s scary, but that’s what it’s all about I want to flee, but I don’t want to leave I need to find a way To make it my perfect home

SONG 16 THE IMAGINATION SONG

You imagine what would happen if I used my imagination? You imagine what would happen if I made all dreams come true? You imagine what would happen if I changed everything? With my imagination, imagination

CHORUS I sing the imagination song The sky is green instead of blue Darkness is colorful too Imagination, imagination Birds swim, and fish fly And I will always let my mind wander into space There will be no such thing as reality Because of imagination This is the imagination song x3 ​I sing the imagination song

You imagine what would happen if I used my imagination? You imagine what would happen if I could change the whole world? You imagine what would happen if I made everyone happy? I sing the imagination song

Everyone will be my best friend Everything is pretty from now until the end Imagination, imagination I will give the world many powers And I will fly forever Everything in life is able to speak There will be no such thing as reality Because of imagination

SONG 17 SHOW ME

Life falls out of place Cant reach the chase Emotions running slow Nobody even knows Show me your weaknesses The ones you’ve lived with

CHORUS Show me everything there is of you Show me the beauty you hide Show me the love you have inside Take all the negativity away Take the hatred away from this place

Although we have bad thoughts at times We need to stop thinking like that We need to be happy instead of sad It’s a disaster to see someone mad

SONG 18 CHAINS

Feeling so great Cradled by so much weight Floating I can smell peace Inner shelter Chains Used to bind Me But you know they provide Me With a foundation

CHORUS Chains that are broken have disappeared Words unspoken stand right here No longer bound, I fly away Chances I’m reminded Move me today

I welcome My- Self to every- One Some goodbyes Sweet lands Oceans Salt blur off Imagining I have this No need to contradict

SONG 19 YOU FLEE

Drive away in the dust Been picked up and then driven away Why be so heartless? Be a caring thing today Been blown away I forget What happened so I can be happy But no realization with Every slap you’ve given me Lost a bit of identity I fall to pieces Breaking my heart I weep, weep, and weep But i get back on my feet I am stronger than you think There is a person right here In the road of life In the end we all break free And not divert our lives

CHORUS Sometimes you flee your senses Go off, boast off, ignite something else There would never be a monster Because i have seen the worst But i still love, I still forgive And then run, not giving up life We run

SONG 20 JUST A MACHINE

I am so small I have metal all over me Filed with screws, wires, and chips And there are so many I can do But I will never be a creature

CHORUS How can I be a creature when I can’t feel a thing? How can I be a creature when I can see everything? How can I be a creature when I have programming? How can I be a creature when I’m just a machine?

I have the ability of x-ray vision I have the ability for endless walks I have the knowledge to do anything But I have no heart, no brain, no real energy I’ll never be a creature

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The Walking Dead Masterlist (2024) Part 2

General

Oneshots

"A Field of Daisies"

@fanficimagery

Imagine running into a group of survivors that you decide to take a chance on and bring them home with you. Your decision ends up leading to a reunion no one saw coming, not even yourself.

Negan Smith

Fics

"Rise and shine, Princess!" Part 2 ( x Sister! Reader )

@fanficimagery

Imagine being Negan's little sister. You can keep him in check every once in a while, but not always. So when word gets around about the Alexandria community coming under new authority, Negan wants to pay them a little visit and let them know who it is that's really in charge.

Daryl Dixon

Fics

"Rise and shine, Princess!" Part 2 ( x Sister! Reader )

@fanficimagery

Imagine being Negan's little sister. You can keep him in check every once in a while, but not always. So when word gets around about the Alexandria community coming under new authority, Negan wants to pay them a little visit and let them know who it is that's really in charge.

"The Red Witch" Part 2

@fanficimagery

In need of proper shelter and food, the group starts looking for places to scavenge. When they pinpoint a spot on the map that they've yet to search, Negan warns them against it.

"Welcome To The End" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Final Part

@sourwolf-sterek32

Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

"Unforgettable Memories" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Final Part Epilogue

@sourwolf-sterek32

Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister. You used to be in the military and have enough PTSD to last a lifetime. With Shane’s help you created the quarry camp and came across the Dixon brother’s in the woods. You bought them back to camp, but after that everything changed and you were still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not.

"Sucker For Pain" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Final Part

@sourwolf-sterek32

Everyone has demons, some louder than others and some, like yourself, who use blades to silence them. Before the world died, you were an assassin and thought you were better off alone, until you kept running into the same blue eyed archer who changed your mind.

"Found You" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

@sourwolf-sterek32

Nearly 10 years ago, you left home after a bad incident with your parents, Rick and Lori Grimes. In that time, you married a redneck down south and started a family. But it all came crashing down when the dead started to walk.

Oneshots

"I Now Pronounce You.."

@fanficimagery

You and Daryl have been together for years, but no one really knows it because of how private the two of you are. But when you get to the Commonwealth and the women can't stop staring, you and Daryl make things official.

"Terminus"

@sourwolf-sterek32

Terminus. It was not a sanctuary for all. It was far from it and little did you know today was about to turn into the worst day of your life as you sat in front of a blood stained metal tub. Your life minutes away from crashing down around you as you looked through teary eyes at your brother, Sam.