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[FT LYRICS] FTISLAND 7th Official Album 'Serious'

001. 내게 전해 줄 노래 (Letter to Myself) Composed by: FTISLAND Lyrics by: FTISLAND [KOREAN] 흘러간 시간들 속에 많은 의미가 담긴 Story 서로가 서로에 작은 위로가 돼 줄 우리가 나눴던 꿈 History

Time to time 외로워 슬픔이 찾아와 위태롭게 주저앉아

Time to time 슬퍼해 날 자꾸 미워해 마음의 문을 닫아 보려 해

Please don’t doubt yourself 행복은 조금씩 조금씩 다가와 변치 않을 미소와 밝게 비춰질 우리의 Time

스쳐 간 많은 사람들 많은 추억을 남긴 Story 서로가 서로를 지켜줄 수 있었던 우리가 나눴던 꿈 History

Time to time 괴로워 아픔이 찾아와 위태롭게 주저앉아

Time to time 슬퍼해 날 자꾸 미워해 나의 마음이 작아지려 해

Please don’t doubt yourself 행복은 조금씩 조금씩 다가와 변치 않을 미소와 밝게 비춰질 우리의 Time

오늘의 내게 전해 줄 노래 You gonna be ok ok 조금씩 다가와 변치 않을 미소 밝게 비춰질 우리의 Time

밝게 비춰질 우리의 Time 밝게 비춰질 우리의 Time

[ENGLISH] There is a meaningful story in the times that have passed. The history of the dreams that we've shared, will be a small token of comfort for one another. Time to time, I feel lonely Sadness visits me and I collapse

Time to time, I cry I keep hating myself and I try to shut myself out

Please don’t doubt yourself, Happiness comes in tiny pieces. It's the smile that will never change and our time that will shine bright. There is a memorable story from all the people we've passed by. The history of the dreams that we've shared allowed us to protect one another.

Time to time, I suffer. Pain visits me and I collapse. Time to time, I cry. I keep hating myself and my heart tries to close up

Please don’t doubt yourself, Happiness comes in tiny pieces. It's the smile that will never change and our time that will shine bright.

This is the letter to myself today, You gonna be ok ok It's coming, the smile that will never change and our time that will shine bright. 002. BURN IT Composed by: FTISLAND Lyrics by: FTISLAND [KOREAN]

타올랐던 불꽃 그 후에 재가 된 후회

한순간의 느낌 속에 빠져

날 자유롭게 Get away 끊어 버린 Love ties 사랑 따윈 No time

벗어난 Mind control 걷잡을 수 없어 Burning deep inside

거침없이 Take it up 막히는 건 Break it up I just BURN IT up now I just BURN IT up

거침없이 Take it up 전부 하얗게 다 불태워 BURN IT up Yeah I just BURN IT up now

잡힐 듯한 욕심의 현실 꿈의 속삭임

또 이끌려 붉게 번진 세상 그 속으��

날 자유롭게 Get away 끊어 버린 Love ties 사랑 따윈 No time

벗어난 Mind control 걷잡을 수 없어 Burning deep inside

거침없이 Take it up 막히는 건 Break it up I just BURN IT up now I just BURN IT up

거침없이 Take it up 전부 하얗게 다 불태워 BURN IT up Yeah I just BURN IT up now

눈동자 속에 비춘 날 볼 때 모든 것이 다 가능해 보여

거침없이 Take it up 막히는 건 Break it up I just BURN IT up now I just BURN IT up

거침없이 Take it up 전부 하얗게 다 불태워 BURN IT up Yeah I just BURN IT up now

[ENGLISH] The fire burned and my regrets turned into ashes

I get lost in the moment Set me free, get away I cut up the love ties I got no time for things like love

Too late for mind control I'm out of control Burning deep inside Don't hesitate to take it up Anything that blocks me, break it up I just burn it up now I just burn it up now

Don't hesitate to take it up Burn everything, burn it up Yeah I just BURN IT up now The reality of my greed that seems achievable, The whispers of my dream, I get pulled in again into the fiery world Set me free, get away I cut up the love ties I got no time for things like love

Too late for mind control I'm out of control Burning deep inside Don't hesitate to take it up Anything that blocks me, break it up I just burn it up now I just burn it up now

Don't hesitate to take it up Burn everything, burn it up Yeah I just BURN IT up now

When I see my reflection in your eyes, Everything seems possible

Don't hesitate to take it up Anything that blocks me, break it up I just burn it up now I just burn it up now

Don't hesitate to take it up Burn everything, burn it up Yeah I just BURN IT up now 003. SERIOUS Composed by: FTISLAND Lyrics by: FTISLAND [KOREAN] A step towards my goal 또 헤매는 나 알잖아 What I want never changes till I die

I know 각오했던 Hard and wrong way 뭐 어때 Just keep walking 돌아서지 마

Why so Serious 감출 수 없어 더 이상 견딜 수 없어 Why so Serious 멈출 수 없어 더는 I don’t want to lose the game

주사위를 던져 No matter what happens 난 저곳을 향해 Walkin’ till I die

One shot towards my goal 선택을 하는 건 네가 될 순 없어 Go my way 방해해도 좋아 I will break

I know 각오했던 Hard and wrong way 짙어진 확신은 더 큰불을 피워 내

Why so Serious 감출 수 없어 더 이상 견딜 수 없어 Why so Serious 멈출 수 없어 더는 I don’t want to lose the game

주사위를 던져 No matter what happens 난 저곳을 향해 Walkin’ till I die

Walkin’ till I die I’m rollin’ the dice Walkin’ till I die

Walkin’ till I die I’m rollin’ the dice Walkin’ till I die

Walkin’ till I die I’m rollin’ the dice Walkin’ till I die

Why so Serious 감출 수 없어 더 이상 견딜 수 없어 Why so Serious 멈출 수 없어 더는 I don’t want to lose the game

주사위를 던져 No matter what happens 난 저곳을 향해 Walkin’ till I die [ENGLISH] A step towards my goal I'm lost again You know, What I want never changes till I die

I know, I expected this hard and wrong way So what? Just keep walking Don't turn around Why so Serious? I can't hide it I can't stand it anymore Why so Serious? I can't stop I don’t want to lose the game anymore Throw the dice No matter what happens Towards that place, I'm walking until I die

One shot towards my goal You can't choose for me, I go my way Try to get in my way, I will break you

I know, I expected this hard and wrong way My certainty fuels a bigger flame

Why so Serious? I can't hide it I can't stand it anymore Why so Serious? I can't stop I don’t want to lose the game anymore

Throw the dice No matter what happens Towards that place, I'm walking until I die

Walkin’ till I die I’m rollin’ the dice Walkin’ till I die

Walkin’ till I die I’m rollin’ the dice Walkin’ till I die

Walkin’ till I die I’m rollin’ the dice Walkin’ till I die

Why so Serious? I can't hide it I can't stand it anymore Why so Serious? I can't stop I don’t want to lose the game anymore

Throw the dice No matter what happens Towards that place, I'm walking until I die 004. AQUA (Korean ver.) Composed by: FTISLAND Lyrics by: FTISLAND [KOREAN] Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh

아무 생각 없이 흘러가는 시간에 익숙해지고 아무 말도 없이 다가오는 어둠에 잠이 들어도

누구도 모르게 들려줄 노래 너에게 닿을 수 있게 걱정하지 마 보고 있어 널 지키고 있을 테니까

Oh what can I do 부서지는 저 파도를 따라 눈부신 바다로 떠나

To far away 흘러가는 시간을 따라 To far away 안개처럼 사라질 거야

Oh oh oh oh oh oh 닻을 올려 더 높이 Oh oh oh oh oh oh 나를 위한 여행을 떠나

만약에 두 손이 어디에도 닿을 수 없다고 해도 만약에 모든 게 두려워져 포기하고 싶어져도

길 잃지 않게 밤을 밝혀 줄 수많은 별을 바라봐 걱정하지 마 이 길을 따라가

To far away 흘러가는 시간을 따라 To far away 안개처럼 사라질 거야

Oh oh oh oh oh oh 닻을 올려 더 높이 Oh oh oh oh oh oh 나를 위한 여행을 떠나

Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh 천천히 눈을 감아 Oh oh oh oh oh oh 흘러내리는 눈물 Oh oh oh oh oh oh 망설일 필요는 없으니까 다가올 내일을 위해

To far away 흘러가는 시간을 따라 To far away 안개처럼 사라질 거야

Oh oh oh oh oh oh 닻을 올려 더 높이 Oh oh oh oh oh oh 나를 위한 여행을 떠나

[ENGLISH] Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Even if I get used to this meaninglessly passing time Even if I fall asleep in the darkness that come silently I'll make sure this secret song for you reaches you Don't worry, I'm looking over you I'll protect you

Oh what can I do Follow the shattering waves and leave for the shining ocean To far away I'm going to follow the passing time To far away and I'm going to disappear like the fog Oh oh oh oh oh oh Raise the anchor Oh oh oh oh oh oh Leave on a journey for myself Even if your hands can't reach anywhere Even if you get scared and want to give up Look at those countless stars that will lighten up the night Don't worry Follow this path and I'm going to disappear like the fog Oh oh oh oh oh oh Raise the anchor Oh oh oh oh oh oh Leave on a journey for myself

Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Slowly close your eyes Oh oh oh oh oh oh Flowing tears Oh oh oh oh oh oh No need to hesitate for tomorrow

To far away I'm going to follow the passing time To far away and I'm going to disappear like the fog

Oh oh oh oh oh oh Raise the anchor Oh oh oh oh oh oh Leave on a journey for myself 005. Sunrise Yellow (Korean ver.) Composed by: FTISLAND Lyrics by: FTISLAND [KOREAN]

Can you hear my voices Let me see your faces Always in my heart 신나게 떠들던 Good days 행복한 노래로 시작되는 Future 밝게 다가오는 아침 두 손 가득 너에게 줄게 Sunrise Yellow

반짝이는 Sea breeze 바람이 불어와 Season’s greetings 네 가지의 하늘이 언제라도 나에게 널 데려올 거야

춤을 춰 Dance with me 그래 Take a step 돌아봐 Planet earth 눈을 크게 떠 All over the night 이제부터 시작되는 거야 I’m gonna keep trying again and again And again and again and

이제야 알았어 우리가 만나고 정답은 없어 You never know tomorrow 어디까지라도 함께할게 Somewhere For just a moment 어두워진 하늘을 밝게 물들여 Sunrise Yellow

웃음 섞인 눈물이 모든 걸 말해 줘 Make miracles 절대 변하지 않아 우리가 만든 행복 사라지지 않아

춤을 춰 Dance with me 그래 Take a step 돌아봐 Planet earth 눈을 크게 떠 All over the night 원하는 대로 어디든 가자 I’m gonna keep trying again and again And again and again and

Thank you to my dearest 어색하지만 한 가지만 말할게 You’re my best Hello how are you Yes I’m so fine too 반짝이는걸 Yellow like the sunshine

너에게 받은 행복이란 선물 우리만의 약속을 또 만들어 가자 I wanna stay with you I can’t live without you Ever forever 우리가 다시 만날 그날도 역시 Sunrise Yellow [ENGLISH]

Can you hear my voices? Let me see your faces Always in my heart The good days of us chatting and laughing away The future that starts with a happy song The bright morning I'm going to give it all to you Sunrise Yellow

Glistening Sea breeze The wind is blowing, Season’s greetings The sky will always bring you to me

Dance, Dance with me Go ahead, take a step Turn, planet earth Open your eyes wide, All over the night It's starting now I’m gonna keep trying again and again And again and again and Now I know. After we met, there is no right answer You never know tomorrow I'll be with you whenever, somewhere For just a moment The dark sky brightens Sunrise Yellow

Tears mixed with laughter say everything Make miracles It will never change Our happiness will never disappear

Dance, Dance with me Go ahead, take a step Turn, planet earth Open your eyes wide, All over the night Let's go where ever we want I’m gonna keep trying again and again And again and again and

Thank you to my dearest I'm not good at this but I'll say one thing, You’re my best Hello how are you? Yes I’m so fine too I'm shining Yellow like the sunshine

This gift of happiness from you Let's make our own promises I wanna stay with you I can’t live without you Ever forever The day we will meet again Sunrise Yellow

006. T.I.V (Tears in Vain) Composed by: FTISLAND Lyrics by: FTISLAND [KOREAN]

예고도 없이 어느 날 덮쳐 오는 이름 모를 나의 감정 낯설어 그냥 도망치고 싶어 멀리 두 눈을 감은 채 (이 순간)

괜히 내 주위를 탓하고 다 소용없어 Over and over 갈수록 커지는 Pain 참을 수 없어

원인을 몰라 Maybe Now I don’t know 목적지도 사라졌지

Now I go away 한 번 더 용기 내 With you (And now I’m never going back)

그동안 외면했던 현실 이제야 마주치게 되지 새로운 View I never run away

속도를 높여 다시 Running 달리고 달려도 제자리에 바로 지금 혼자 몰래 흘렸던 Tears In Vain

Tears In Vain 이젠 모두 사라져 Tears In Vain

힘이 들 때마다 그린 Someday 그냥 멀리 바라보지 마 이제는 현재에만 집중할래 I see it

Burning in my mind again 약한 나를 Right again right again now 세상을 향해 갈 때 모든 것은 오직 내게 달린걸

Now I go away 이제는 변화해 With you (And now I’m never going back)

그동안 외면했던 현실 이제야 마주치게 되지 새로운 View I never run away

속도를 높여 다시 Running 달리고 달려도 제자리에 바로 지금 혼자 몰래 흘렸던 Tears In Vain

Tears In Vain 이젠 모두 사라져 Tears In Vain

달려 봐도 그대로 그대로 전부 나로 인해 시작된걸 나만의 길로 더 자유로운 Feel 나의 고민을 멈춰 All done baby

그동안 외면했던 현실 이제야 마주치게 되지 새로운 View I never run away

속도를 높여 다시 Running 달리고 달려도 제자리에 바로 지금 혼자 몰래 흘렸던 Tears In Vain

Tears In Vain 이젠 모두 사라져 Tears In Vain [ENGLISH]

One day, a unknown feeling swept over me without a warning. It's strange I want to close my eyes and run away to somewhere far away (This moment)

I blame the people around me No use, over and over Growing pain I can't stand it I don't know the cause Maybe Now I don't know My destination disappeared

Now I go away I rack up the courage With you (And now I’m never going back)

I finally get to the face the reality that I've been ignoring for a long time New View I never run away

Pick up the speed, Running again No matter how much I run, I'm in the same spot Right now Tears in vain that I shed in secret

Tears In Vain Everything disappears Tears In Vain

I pictured someday every time I felt down Just don't look ahead I'm going to focus on the present I see it

Burning in my mind again I'm weak Right again right again now When I go towards the world, Everything is up to me Now I go away Now I change With you (And now I’m never going back) I finally get to the face the reality that I've been ignoring for a long time New View I never run away

Pick up the speed, Running again No matter how much I run, I'm in the same spot Right now Tears in vain that I shed in secret

Tears In Vain Everything disappears Tears In Vain I try to run but I'm in the same spot Everything started because of me To my own path Free Feel Stop my worries All done baby

I finally get to the face the reality that I've been ignoring for a long time New View I never run away

Pick up the speed, Running again No matter how much I run, I'm in the same spot Right now Tears in vain that I shed in secret

Tears In Vain Everything disappears Tears In Vain 007. INFERNO Composed by: FTISLAND Lyrics by: FTISLAND [KOREAN] 끝없는 War 간절한 Peace 도망쳐도 제자리로 Return

위태로워 잔인한 Love 벼랑 끝에 내몰리고 We can’t control

답 없는 우리 사이 (I don’t know why I love you) 마지막이란 Lies Cuz everything is crashing down

The time is ticking away 이미 늦은 Get away 뒤틀어져 버린 내 마음속은

Why’d you love me 피할 수 없는 Love 터질 듯한 INFERNO

깨져 버린 조각난 Piece 되돌리려 애써 봐도 Maybe it’s way too late to make it right again

상처들로 얼룩진 Fools 사랑이란 Sweet tragedy We can’t control

마지막이란 Lies Cuz everything is crashing down

The time is ticking away 이미 늦은 Get away 뒤엉켜져 버린 감정 속에

Why’d you love me 피할 수 없는 Love 터질 듯한 INFERNO

INFERNO INFERNO

서로 너무 다른 너와 나 하지만 더 원해 More and more 우리 둘의 Love game Dangerous but I can’t let go

The time is ticking away 이미 늦은 Get away 뒤엉켜져 버린 감정 속에

Why’d you love me 피할 수 없는 Love 터질 듯한 INFERNO

[ENGLISH] Endless War Eager for Peace Even if I run, I'm back to where I started Return

It's shaky This love gets pushed to the edge of the cliff We can’t control There's no answer for us (I don’t know why I love you) Final lies Cuz everything is crashing down

The time is ticking away It's too late Get away My heart has been twisted Why’d you love me Unavoidable Love About to explode, INFERNO

Already broken Piece I try to fix it Maybe it’s way too late to make it right again

Fools tainted with scars Sweet tragedy called Love We can’t control

Final Lies Cuz everything is crashing down

The time is ticking away Too late Get away Inside these mixed reactions Why’d you love me Unavoidable Love About to explode, INFERNO

INFERNO INFERNO

You and I are too different But I want more, more and more Our Love game Dangerous but I can’t let go

The time is ticking away Too late Get away Inside these mixed reactions Why’d you love me Unavoidable Love About to explode, INFERNO 008. MY BIRTHDAY (Korean Ver.) Composed by: FTISLAND Lyrics by: FTISLAND [KOREAN] Today is My Birthday 그댄 혹시 오늘을 기억하나요 But I’m

하루하루 천천히 사라져 그대 모습이 너무 그리워 돌아와 줄 것만 같아 내 곁으로

Why did you leave me 소리쳐도 닿을 수 없는 그곳에

Should I forget you 희미해져 우리가 만난 시간들

I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I still, I miss you 보고 싶어

I still, I love you I still, I love you I still, I love you

Shall I see you now 찾고 있죠 그대가 남긴 향기를

알고 있어요 우린 다시 함께할 수가 없단 걸

I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I still, I miss you 보고 싶어

I still, I love you I still, I love you I still, I love you

I still, I miss you (I can’t leave without you)

I still, I miss you I still, I love you

I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I still, I miss you 보고 싶어

I still, I love you I still, I love you I still, I love you 사랑해요

I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I still, I miss you 보고 싶어

I still, I love you I still, I love you I still, I love you [ENGLISH] Today is My Birthday Do you remember today? But I’m

Each day slowly disappears I miss you so much It feels like you are going to come back to me

Why did you leave me Why are you at a place where you can't hear me? Should I forget you? Our times together are fading away I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I miss you

I still, I love you I still, I love you I still, I love you

Shall I see you now I'm looking for the scent you left behind I know that we can't be together again

I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I miss you

I still, I love you I still, I love you I still, I love you

I still, I miss you (I can’t leave without you)

I still, I miss you I still, I love you

I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I miss you

I still, I love you I still, I love you I still, I love you I love you

I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I still, I miss you I miss you

I still, I love you I still, I love you I still, I love you

009. COMPASS (Journey) Composed by: FTISLAND Lyrics by: FTISLAND [KOREAN] 지나온 모랫길 지워져 버린 흔적 흐릿한 발자국 Don’t know where I am Don’t know where to go 나를 밝혀 주는 등대를 따라 걸어가 빛이 바랜 낡은 지도에 희미해진 Sign 오래된 내 안의 나침반 소리가 들려

다시 불어오는 옅은 바람 그 향기에 길을 떠나

Help me, anybody 깊어져 가는 미로 Singing Save me, anybody 나를 비춘 Sea mirror

Sailing away 힘껏 가로질러 Finding the way 바다 위를 건너

This is my Journey Here I go This is my Journey Here I go

해변의 밤 떠도는 별들처럼 방향을 잃은 채 맴돌고 있을 때 또 기억을 해내 Reason to believe 반짝이는 물결 사이로 헤엄쳐 가 볼래 어디로든 흐르는 대로 I’m diving into the light

다시 불어오는 옅은 바람 그 향기에 길을 떠나

Help me, anybody 깊어져 가는 미로 Singing Save me, anybody 나를 비춘 Sea mirror

Sailing away 힘껏 소리 질러 Finding the way 나를 따라 외쳐

This is my Journey Here I go This is my Journey Here I go

난 다시 숨을 깊게 쉬고 나아가 Again again 어떤 Ending일지라도 I will keep on sailing

Sailing away 힘껏 소리 질러 Finding the way 나를 따라 외쳐

This is my Journey Here I go This is my Journey Here I go [ENGLISH] I walk on the sand My signs have been erased My footsteps are faint Don’t know where I am Don’t know where to go I walk towards the lighthouse Signs have faded on an old map But then I hear the compass inside me A breeze comes again And I go off on this journey

Help me, anybody I'm lost in a maze Singing save me, anybody My reflection in Sea mirror

Sailing away Cut across Finding the way Walk on the ocean

This is my Journey Here I go This is my Journey Here I go

Night at the beach, While spinning without a direction like the wandering stars I remember again Reason to believe I'm going to swim across the shining waves To wherever I flow I’m diving into the light

A breeze comes again And I go off on this journey

Help me, anybody I'm lost in a maze Singing save me, anybody My reflection in Sea mirror

Sailing away Shout at the top of your lungs Finding the way Shout after me

This is my Journey Here I go This is my Journey Here I go

I take a deep breath again and move forward Again again No matter what ending I my get I will keep on sailing

Sailing away Shout at the top of your lungs Finding the way Shout after me

This is my Journey Here I go This is my Journey Here I go

010. REASON Composed by: FTISLAND Lyrics by: FTISLAND [KOREAN] 한순간 가지고픈 것보다 지킬 것이 더 많아지고 찾아 헤맨 그 무언가의 의미를 자꾸만 잊어 가

그러나 나 여기 다��� 걸음 디뎌 I know what I want

헤매는 지금 대답 없는 이 길의 이유를 알기에 난 가야 하기에

나를 이끈 모든 아픔과 고통의 이유를 알기에 또 다른 내 하루를 향해 걸어갈래

슬픔에 적신 매일이 나를 일으킨 내일이 돼 Delight and blue 그 모든 게 나를 만들어

한숨 섞인 오늘 역시 나를 또 외로이 길 끝에 닿게 할 테니 이 시련의 이름을 찾아가

그러나 영원히 끝이란 없다 해도 돌아보지 않아 Never never

헤매는 지금 대답 없는 이 길의 이유를 알기에 난 가야 하기에

나를 이끈 모든 아픔과 고통의 이유를 알기에 또 다른 내 하루를 향해 걸어갈래

내 모든 것을 잃는다 해도 난 머물지 않아 날 찾아가

그럼에도 나의 이유가 될 오늘을 살아가야 하기에 끝없이 멀리멀리 멀리멀리

견디고 또 지날 안녕과 상처에 살아가야 하기에 또 마주할 슬픔까지도 사랑할게

더 무수한 날들의 나의 바람을 위해 그날들의 이유를 향해 걸어갈래 [ENGLISH] Instead of something I want in a moment, I end up with more things that I need to protect. And I keep forgetting the meaning of whatever I've been searching for

But here I am taking the next step I know what I want

Because I know why I'm lost in this path Because I have to go Because I know the reason behind all the pain and struggles that have led me, I walk towards another day

Every sad day becomes the tomorrow that lifts me up Delight and blue All those things make me

This day full of signs will again take me to the end of this lonely path I look for the name of this sadness Even if they say there is no end I don't look back, Never never

Because I know the reason behind all the pain and struggles that have led me, I walk towards another day Even if I lose everything I don't stay I go searching for me

Because I have to live today Endlessly, far far far far away Because I have to endure the goodbyes and pains I'll even love the sadness that I'll face again For the sake of my wind for the next countless days, I'm going to walk towards the reason for those days

*** Cr. Lyrics + DJ. Pri @tumblr.com ;; Instagram @1takeKK

[heechwe]

high & dry | 𝖍𝖛𝖈

➸ First story in the @hogwartsaltior universe! ୨୧ pairing: chwe (vernon) hansol x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 4.5k ୨୧ genre: fluff ୨୧ tags: hogwartsaltior!au, dj!vernon, gardener!reader ୨୧ synopsis: Vernon is good with his words behind a microphone and with hundreds of students listening to him. Why is it so hard to talk to one girl in the gardening club?

“Thank you for listening to Chwe’s Power Hour sponsored by Hogwarts Altior. Have a good day and night folks.” Vernon puts the headphones down on his makeshift desk, surrounded by studio equipment and paperwork that he always neglects to turn in on time. His homework also sits unfinished in his backpack, but he’ll worry about that later. His focus is on looking over the stats for his latest stream.

Dokyeom, Vernon’s roommate and fellow Gryffindor, gives him a thumbs up as he scours the laptop screen in front of him for the numbers Vernon’s after. “Best show so far man.”

“But do the views say that?” Vernon looks over Dokyeom’s shoulder, anxiety bubbling in his stomach.

“Read it and weep, kid.” To his surprise, his best friend is actually right for once. Almost two hundred students listening in, both on and off campus. The outreach Vernon’s radio show has gotten so far is something to be incredibly proud of, but he wants more. Maybe if he can prove music is not a waste of time, his parents may take him more seriously when he talks about switching majors.

“Holy shit,” Vernon says out loud, smiling at the evidence.

“I know.” Dokyeom closes his laptop and begins getting his stuff together. “Listen, I gotta head to Combat Training, but we’ll go over the next show tonight.”

They exchange handshakes as Dokyeom exits the tiny office space the university gave them as a studio, leaving Vernon alone with his thoughts to ponder during what remains of his lunchtime.

Astrology isn’t the worst degree in the world, not by a long shot. He likes to learn about the constellations, the stars, how the planets moved in tandem with one another in a symbiotic pattern. And sure, being in one of the longest educational tracks seemed daunting, according to his friends, but it’s interesting to look up at the sky and know there’s a system up there that needs to be understood and appreciated like everything else.

But does he love it? After a year of studying, that remains to be seen.

What he does love, though, is his Power Hour.

It gives him a zest to his daily routine that didn’t exist before. His schedule had just been friends, Quidditch, and studying. It was fine at first, but being without something that truly drove him to do more, be more, had become taxing after a while.

Walking out of the building, he decides to go home and eat lunch in the comfort of his bed before his next class, Star Charts.

Vernon loves to take note of the greenery as he passes the gardens towards the student quarters. But he knows it’s deadly to step foot near the many plants and flowers, not just because of his allergies. He doesn’t want to smell like a joint if he steps in the wrong spot thanks to Josh and Jeonghan’s extracurricular activities in the horticulture club.

What does make him stop today, however, isn’t just the plants. It’s mostly the girl plucking weeds from the ground at the entrance of the courtyard, stealing his breath in a way pollen never could.

Face caked in soot and a messy bun at the top of your head, you know a steamy shower is in your plans as soon as classes are over. You loosened the yellow tie around your neck hours ago to focus on the gardening work in front of you, but it turns out to be a bad decision due to it flopping around in the wind. If only the last root could give…

You look up to see a guy facing your direction, mouth lightly agape and seemingly looking directly at your spot on the ground. Was something or someone behind you that you failed to notice? You turn your head to look over your shoulder, finding nobody down the path or coming out of the greenhouse you were in prior to your work outside.

You look back in the guy’s direction, but he’s gone. He’s speed-walking up the path to the student quarters when you do catch the image of him, his back quickly going out of sight.

Shrugging, you go back to the stubborn weed that has taken up too much of your time. Maybe you’ll cut it at the base and call it a day.

Vernon scribbles the score of the student’s assignment on the front of the paper, relieved it’s the last in the stack. TA duties have been completed to fruition, possibly for the first time in weeks. He wishes him and Wonwoo got to switch TA positions, but Vernon’s aware that it breaks all kinds of moral codes for a TA to also be a student of the very professor they’re assisting.

At least Vernon gets to see the architecture of the Law building for reference in his drawings. He didn’t have any painting classes yet, but the more he could practice now, the better. If he was to ever become as good as his mother, anyway.

The tall doors of Professor Sung’s class open, and Vernon almost can’t believe his eyes.

It’s you. You’re not covered in dirt but still entirely breathtaking, holding a large potted plant in your hands. As you walk closer, careful not to bump into the desks on your way towards him, he is unsure what to say for the first time to capture your interest.

You smile and set the pot down on Professor Sung’s desk. Both of you speak at the same time, words blended on top of each other’s.

“Sorry to bother-“

“I’m allergic to pollen.”

Your face morphs into confusion, but you laugh all the same. Vernon wants to immediately crawl into a hole. Why in all things magical did he just let those words come out of his mouth? 

“Okay, noted.” You point to the plant. “This is for Professor Sung. It’s asphodel. No pollen, I promise.” You look over the graded papers on the desk. “You must be his TA.”

Vernon nods immediately and stops, feeling ridiculous again for being so eager and forthcoming with information. What was wrong with him? You were just a girl. A beautiful, cute, hardworking, breathtaking girl, but still a girl!

Your mouth goes slack in recognition, eyes suddenly widening. “I remember you now! You were outside of the student grounds the other day.”

Vernon laughs nervously. He puts the papers in front of him into a neat pile, trying to stifle his panic. All he remembers from that day is you and trying to run from the fact you caught him staring. The cringe he feels is excruciating. “Yeah. I like to look at the plants on my way to my room. You guys have done a great job with the…selection.”

You laugh again and bite your lip. “Yeah, it’s mostly me and Jeonghan. You probably know him.”

He nods again. “We practice together on the Quidditch field. Well, us and my roommate Seokmin.”

“I know Seokmin! And forgive me, I forgot to ask your name.” You hold your hand out politely and give him your name in turn.

How can a person be so gorgeous and nice? Vernon thinks maybe it has to do with your Hufflepuff placement, but he has a feeling the evidence lies in your personality. One he wants to get to know now as soon as possible.

“Hansol,” he replies after placing his palm in yours, your soft skin making him weak in the knees. “Most people know me as Vernon or DJ Chwe or Chwe but y’know—what I’m saying is, my name is Hansol.”

You smirk. “Nice to meet you, Hansol.”

You play on Vernon’s mind in a loop. The feeling mimics the visual graphic Dino made for Vernon’s radio station icon, the turning CD adorned with the words “CPH.”

“Alright, listeners, I hope that music mix brightened your day and leaves you in anticipation for the next one. My name is Hansol Vernon Chwe. Thank you for another installment of Chwe’s Power Hour, once again sponsored as always by Hogwarts Altior. And you have a good day and night. Peace!”

Dokyeom and Vernon take their. headphones off at the same time, Vernon’s best friend blowing out a breath. “At this rate, man, you’re going to be turning discs all over the world.”

Vernon chuckles. “I don’t know if I’d go that far, bro.”

“C’mon! You talk about it all the time. Pull the plug. Chase your dreams.” Dokyeom knocks Vernon in the shoulder with his fists multiple times, turning the younger boy into a heap of laughter. “And, maybe before that, let in the girl you’ve been talking about?”

Dokyeom motions for Vernon to look towards the clear windows of the station. When he does, he finds you there with a smile on your face, an entirely new plant in your hands. It’s smaller than the asphodel you harvested for Professor Sung. The plant, like its pot, is in an assortment of bright colors, mostly teals and greens.

Vernon motions for you to come inside, so you do. You greet Dokyeom before Vernon. “Seokmin and I share a free period, and he told me he helps you with your station stuff.” You smile and put the plant on Vernon’s desk near his headphones. “Don’t worry. No pollen.”

Vernon inspects it with his eyes, unfamiliar with the plant in front of him. His brows narrow in pure curiosity, and you answer the question that sits on the tip of his tongue.

“Muggles call them succulents. They’re really easy to take care of. Just a little sunlight and watering once a week should be enough.” You laugh to yourself and glance around the office space. “Thought the place could use some color.”

“Thank you,” Vernon says. His heart can’t help but be shaken up even more by your presence in his sacred space. He barely knows you, yet he’s so enraptured at your mere existence.

He used to make jokes about his friends when they were down bad for girls, ones that they knew were out of their leagues. Now, he feels like an asshole for doing so. Clearly the workings of the heart are something out of a person’s control.

Vernon isn’t idiotic enough to call it love, but it’s as intense as infatuation can be.

“I’m gonna go, but I’ll see you guys later.” As Dokyeom’s leaving, he raises his arms in the air in a silent chant for Vernon. Thankfully, you don’t notice Vernon’s idiotic best friend and roommate, entirely focused on him.

You stand there, unsure what to do now, but Vernon fills the space with the dumb courage he musters. “I was just on my way to grab a bite to eat. Do you want to join me?” 

He stutters, suddenly trying to play it cool. “I mean, unless you have a meeting or something with the gardeners. In which case, I don’t want to intrude—“

You raise your hand to shut him up, giggling. “I would love to, Han.”

The nickname on your lips makes his heart stop and start again in a millisecond. He could get used to that. Definitely.

On the brink of midnight, Vernon gets a text from Jeonghan.

[YJH]: Got party favors in the greenhouse. U in?

Vernon groans, stuffing his head in the pillow. Should he smoke when he has an early class tomorrow and another Power Hour special? Probably not.

But the second text that pops up makes Vernon sit up straight in his bed.

[YJH]: Your missus is our DD, if that changes your mind ;)

Lunch a few days ago had been a success. You laughed at all of his jokes and even took his hand when he offered to help you up from the picnic table. Although you exchanged numbers at the end of the “date,” he hadn’t found the nerve to text you.

But now, he won’t waste the opportunity to see you.

Vernon puts on his old Quidditch hoodie and a bit of cologne to mask the odor. The next step after he sees you is to do his laundry to avoid smelling as much as possible. Homework sits somewhere in the middle of that plan.

He closes the door to the greenhouse behind him, the smell of the herbs hitting his face immediately. It wasn’t a mystery how Josh continued to supply himself and his friends with…supplements. As the president of the Horticulture club, he can access any specimens at any time. Surely it should been you, your care for plants and flowers not going unnoticed by him and probably your other classmates. Pretty privilege has to apply, for sure. But you’re much prettier than Josh, too, so what the fuck’s up with that?

You smile when you see Vernon enter the greenhouse. Your new friend skates by the stoned, giggly man-children sitting in the lawn chairs and passing their joint around. Hoshi is practically asleep, eyes almost closed and chuckles leaving his lips at the speed of a young schoolgirl. Vernon has the passing thought about how ironic it is all the Slytherins he knows take up their efforts with “gardening” yet probably know only a handful of plants.

“Hey, flower child,” Vernon says, sitting next to you on the workbench.

“Oh, spare me. Is that my nickname now?” You jut out your bottom lip, pouting.

“I think it’s nice. It fits!” Vernon motions with his hands to the surrounding vines and other foliage within the greenhouse. 

You nod in agreement. “Okay, point taken.”

He looks over at the assignment you’re doing, some form of chemistry if he had to guess. “What’re you working on?”

“Lab stuff. If I want to be a herbologist, I have to pass this class,” you say with a groan.

“Wait, you’re telling me there’s actually something you’re not good at?”

You stick your tongue out at him, threatening to poke him with your pencil. “Just wait, you’ll see I have many flaws.”

He knows that can’t be true. To him, even the most minute flaw of yours is impeccable.

“But yeah, just balancing equations and the like. I know astrology is more metaphysical stuff, but—“

“I love chemistry,” Vernon says, standing up and grabbing leaves from random plants between his fingers. Strangely, the more he walks around and steps into your world, the more confident he feels. “Speaking of that, I wanted to ask—“

“Hansol, watch out!”

Little does Vernon realize his back is perfectly positioned in front of an adult sprig of venomous tantacula, the plant ready to spring for the sight of prey. In an instant, Vernon sees your wand appear from your side and ducks out of the way to avoid the impending spell.

“Diffindo!” The venomous tantacula shrivels as soon as its body is separated from the base of the plant. You breathe in a sigh of relief at the fact your friend has not met his demise at the hands of the creature. However, Vernon’s quick dive turned out to be a bad choice. He managed to drop into a large pile of terracota plant pots. Some of them cut up his arms and a small part of his face in the process of his crash landing.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” you ask, bending down to inspect his face. You touch a hand to his cheek, moving his face in your direction. Vernon responds with a gummy smile.

“Nothing a bandaid can’t fix.” Vernon releases a breathless laugh.

“I have a medical kit somewhere around here.”

You run to find it. Vernon’s just dumbfounded and pleased he got so close to you on a technicality. Yes, his face is probably bleeding a good amount, but he knows it’s worth it to see your pillowy lips and doe eyes up close and personal.

When Joshua stumbles up to Vernon on the brick floor of the greenhouse, stoned out of his mind, he laughs like a madman. “Did you fall or something?”

Vernon smirks, resting his head happily on the ground. “You could say that.”

The collection of vinyls, CDs, and musical content in Vernon’s room is a marvel. The piles are mixed in with the typical items in a guy’s room, socks strewn about the floor and star charts leaning against the wall. When you call Vernon a slob in a playful tone, he can’t deny it.

“I have to be in the mood to clean,” Vernon says in his defense. 

You roll your eyes. You’ve met messier guys, but Vernon’s definitely making his way to the top of the list. “If I had to be in the mood to garden, half of the greenhouse would be withering away as we speak.”

“Is that how Josh keeps his presidential position, by only doing half of the work?” Vernon smirks, running his hands over the map in front of him. The homework needed to be done yesterday. Calling you as a reinforcement to make him focus is his best chance at getting it done.

Then again, seeing you now, he thinks that was a mistake. How can he focus when you’re in his room, chastising him to work and clean his room in such a cute way?

You may just be the end of his academic career as he knows it.

“No. Josh is a good president, and he really stands up for us with the student government. If he hadn’t advocated for muggle flora imports when they wanted to put more money in the Quidditch reserves, the greenhouse wouldn’t look half as good as it does right now.” You snap your fingers together. “Like the succulent in your radio station! Josh is technically to thank for that.”

“Don’t let him take the credit. I bet you put in a lot of effort growing that thing.”

You scoff and go back to inspecting his music collection. “Have you listened to every album you own?”

Vernon nods, smiling. “Some more than once. But that’s because some of those are my folks’ copies.” He gets up from his bed to stand next to you, tracing the outlines of the vinyl jackets with his fingers. “Like this one? Stevie Wonder’s In Square Circle? One of my favorites.”

The corners of your mouth turn up. “Surprises me you’re not a music undergrad. You already know so much.”

He chuckles sadly. “My parents thought it would be best to find something more practical to study.”

“Astronomy is practical?”

A smirk appears on his lips. “Point taken.”

You huff. “Anyway, it’s your life. It should be about what you love to dot. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer, but herbology’s my calling.”

“No kidding, flower child.”

“You know that nickname is cringe!”

In the midst of your banter, Vernon was unaware how much the distance between you closed. He can smell the perfume lingering on your neck, the scent of moondew driving him insane. His better impulses tell him not to stand so close. He should avoid inching further towards you. It’s wrong to focus on the look in your eyes that tells him not to stop.

Your breath hitches just a touch, and that’s his signal to throw all of his reservations out of the window. He presses your back to the vinyl player, caring little for the scratch of the record at the sudden movement. He can buy another one later.

He captures your lips with his and instantly feels every worry sap out of his being. You wrap your arms around him, hands firm against the back of his neck and fingertips grazing the ends of his hair. Magic in his world is not just exclusive to charms, potions, and cauldrons anymore.

He has you to thank for the definition expanding.

When a moan slips out of his mouth, you pull away breathless.

“Sorry if I was too forward. I—“ Vernon blurts out.

“No, no, don’t apologize.” You smile shyly. “I wanted you to.” You press your hands to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under your palms. “Just don’t want to rush into anything.”

He nods without a second thought, hanging onto your words with glee. You’re into him. Enough to want him to kiss you, at least.

“Does this mean I can ask you on a proper date? Not just lunch after CPH?”

You giggle into his neck. “Yes, I would love that.”

After a month of secret kissing behind corridors, study dates in the library, and even Vernon helping tend to pollen-free plants in the garden with you, he may have to admit he’s fallen into the deep end.

But how does one say that, especially someone as terrible with non-lyrical words as him?

So, he decides the perfect way to tell you isn’t in the standard sense.

He writes.

He writes down his thoughts and feelings to a random beat that popped into his head, the rhymes that show up on the notepad in front of him exactly what’s inside of his heart. He makes final touches, moving a word around and then repeating some others. It’s not a full song, just the idea of one at this point, but it says what it needs to, and that’s more than enough.

Vernon texts his parents about his next special, and this time, they promise to listen. Maybe now he can prove to them it isn’t a fruitless endeavor not worth pursuing.

He puts the headphones over his head, one half of his mind occupied with a million thoughts and the other half excited to see what will come after the special. Dokyeom counts him in, mouth in a thin line from focus.

“Welcome to Chwe’s Power Hour, everyone. I’m Chwe Hansol, the man himself behind this lovely hour of music, and I thank you all for tuning into this special episode of the show.”

They go on as usual, answering user-created questions from the last stream and also playing a couple of requested songs. When they make it to the ten-minute mark, Vernon sees Dokyeom’s cue.

“So, recently, I met someone who has quickly become a very important part of my life. So, today, I want to share something that was on my mind with all of you.”

Vernon nods his head to Dokyeom who begins playing the backing track for Vernon’s song. Some guitar strings and a welcoming beat begin to play. The confidence suddenly rises out of Vernon, taking on its own life as he begins the song. The words come out of him effortlessly, the poetry he wrote for you synchronized with the music in a way that has even Dokyeom swaying in his seat cheerfully.

Flower child,

Why can’t I keep my thoughts off of ya?

You grow in my chest without my consent.

Please help when my heart’s under arrest.

Flower child,

I always recognize your steps

When you walk around my head.

The path you have to be familiar with.

Don’t tell me your interest’s a myth.

Flower child,

Is this garden ready to bloom?

You drive me wild.

Can I grow with you?

Flower child,

Can I show you?

You’ve left me beguiled,

Flower child.

The guitar and beat of the song fade out gradually. Dokyeom can’t help himself when he claps his hands together and cheers for his best friend, the sounds coming through in the stream. Vernon laughs and clears his throat.

“As you can hear, my co-host DK seems to have enjoyed my song.”

“Are you kidding?” Dokyeom says, mouth agape. “Best thing we’ve played on this show, no doubt.”

Vernon chuckles heartily, his chest filled with pride. Not just for himself, but for this creation he’s found enough conviction to share with the world. 

“Thank you again for all tuning into this episode of Chwe’s Power Hour, sponsored by Hogwarts Altior. I cannot wait for the next episode and your thoughts on this one. It was without a doubt my favorite special so far. To all of you listening, have a good day and night.”

When the stream comes to a close, Dokyeom grabs Vernon in a tight bear hug, screeching in glee for the younger one’s success. “That was fucking incredible!”

Before Vernon can reply, he feels the buzz of his phone in his back pocket, your name lighting up his screen.

Meet me in the greenhouse? x

Vernon walks through the greenhouse. The foliage and flora he’s encountered many times in the past since meeting you and beginning your love affair greet him. He hopes the flowers he picked up on the quick run from the radio office to the courtyard capture your heart in the same way the plants in the greenhouse do.

Even if they make his eyes itchy around the eyelashes, he will deal with it. No amount of pollen could ruin this day.

You’re working on some homework at the gardening bench when he comes in. You drop your pencil immediately when you spot him out of the corner of your eye. You smile at the bouquet in his hands. “Usually I’m the one bringing you plants.”

Vernon grins as well. “Thought I’d return the favor this time.”

You leave your stool and walk towards him. Pecking his lips, you grab the flowers from him. “You know zinnias have pollen in them.”

He shrugs, taking no stock in the stuffy feeling in his nose. “You’re worth all the allergies in the world.”

Your cheeks turn a deep shade of red. Pressing your nose into the flowers, you take in the smell with a satisfied hum. “They’re beautiful.”

“They represent long-lasting affection, according to Joshua. But he might’ve been stoned when he said that.” Vernon smirks, grabbing onto your free hand.

You giggle. Staring deep into his eyes, your expression suddenly becoming serious. “Speaking of that, I listened to your show.”

Taking a deep breath, Vernon hopes he can find the same courage he had in the studio then now to use exclusively for you. “Since the second I saw you, I was drawn to you. And all the feelings I’ve had since then I put into that song to express just a fraction of how amazing you are. And I know it’s cheesy, but I meant every word, and I hope you feel the same.”

You step away from him, letting go of his hand and walking back to the gardening workbench. Vernon’s anxiety spikes, unsure what your next step will be. Would you say what he wanted to hear, or would you tell him something that would break his heart altogether?

You drop the bouquet on the table and run back to him, knocking all the air out of Vernon’s lungs with a sudden, soul-encapsulating kiss.

In the pressure, movement, and heartfelt nature of your lips against his, he feels idiotic second-guessing you for even a minute. 

You both separate, lips still inches away and smiles abound. Despite your actions saying everything he needed to hear, the words leaving your mouth just confirms every emotion in his heart. “I love you, too.”

[way-of-love]

Mayor Que Usted (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x LatinaFemPregReader) (ONESHOT,MAYBE?)(R-RATED) (NO MINORS)

A stop in Puerto Rico can mean a lot of things, refuel, some R&R, family vacation or maybe just hiding from the Cuban drug lords. Simon Riley didn't think this tropic island was a good spot to stop before heading back t base in the U.S. but Price called the shots so there they were. But while watching the locals gather for Halloween and doing their little celebration he didn't expect to be consumed by such spice and fierceness from one little local woman who seemed to know his type just fine.

I hopped on the trend, I apologize

(UPDATE: The name of the female character is Amelia Cruz)

Old San Juan, Puerto Rico.

2018

After a drug bust in Cuba the 141 needed a place to lay low before heading back into the states for a reassignment or further instructions. The Cuban cartel were a relentless bunch in their pursuit for the men who blew up their entire operation and chased them all the way to Jamaican and Hatian waters before they stopped their effortless pursuit. Whatever information Price pried out of one of the major drug lords had to be why they kept chasing after them, whatever it was it was dangerous.

Price told the crew they had to lay low and separate throughout the island to keep a watchful eye on not only their hides but the people here as well. There could have been a few men who continued their pursuit for revenge.

Simon knew it would be no good to stop and lay low here on yet another tropical island where its people just wanted to live peacefully. But what else could they have done? What if they brought the fight here? It was a very slim possibility considering it it was national waters but it was never impossible. He knew that danger lurked in every corner. This whole island was big enough to hide both Simon, Price and company but it wasn't big enough to protect its people.

That's what kept Simon up every night. Always the ‘what if’s’. People on the island were kind, too kind and accepted him with open arms even even with the mask. He liked that, they didn't ask questions. They probably thought he just had a nasty face or maybe was really enjoying the month of October getting ready for Halloween. It didn't matter to him the reasoning as long as he blended in like the tourists that seemed to be scattered around the entire area he stayed in then laying low would be no problem.

And it wouldn't have been a problem if he didn't meet her.

Simon usually didn't intervene in any festivities or parties even as a teen because there was no need for it. Nor did he have the privilege to attend one while tending to his military duties but tonight while he resided in the shadows he found himself nearing a small little street festival. Music was blaring, laughter filled the alley that he watched from and lights... goodness the lights were so bright a flash grenade would be a better comparison to it.

It amazed him how bright and merry the people on the island were, as if they had no care in the world for anything. Not even the danger he thought the 141 may have brought upon them. Simon hoped their happiness lasted.

There was a grand stage with barriers placed on the side to keep control of the crowd, a DJ playing on the stage, lights floating around the stone road where people mingled.

Puerto Rico's people were laughing and dancing around the blocked street dressed in costumes from head to toe, well most of the adults anyways. Some dressed as devils, nurses, fictional killers so he fit right in with his mask. He examined the mass of bodies mash together dancing with one another in time with the beat of the music, music was meant to be enjoyed yes but this obscene touching and grinding made him wince a bit. Did they always have to do that?

His gaze soon landed on one particular woman who stood out amongst the rest, wearing a deep red sundress that hugged every ounce of her body and complimented it very well. Many things popped up in his head that kept his gaze on her. First, she wasn't wearing a costume. Second, she was dancing by herself by the mouth of the alleyway where he was currently hidden in. Thirdly, her movements were like fluid water. Her hips swung side to side and her hands slid up her thighs, her hips making her dress lift up higher upon her slender legs. Was she aware he was here?

Simon wasn't about to make his presence known. He didn't want to scare her or break her concentration because it was mesmerizing for him, as thought she were trying to seduce him with just the movements of her body.

Soon, her friends showed up, they chatted a bit and began to dance altogether. And again Simon watched the brunette in the red sundress sink into that headspace and move her arms, her hips, her waist and move with her friend molding against her back. What would happen if he took his mask off, even just for the night and danced with her, just to see what it would be like?

He knew he couldn't. He was a dangerous man who did dangerous things and who knew if someone thought of him as suspicious and sought him out. Price would then be pissed. And Simon would have lost his touch.

Instead the ghost silently stood from where he sat upon the crate and dusted himself off ready to go back to the safe house by the pub or bar some would call it and have a whiskey before turning in for the night, try to at least. But he felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand and even with the mask on he felt it. Quickly he turned around and came face to face with the girl he was watching not even a few seconds prior.

She stared at him with a lovely little smile on her red stained lips, hands on either side of the alley way walls, yes it was small enough to fit one person down it, and her bangs covered her dark eyes. He didn't move, something in him felt caught in her gaze and prevented him from moving.

Fuckin' hell Simon.

The tall man stood across the dancer who she's been keeping an eye on ever since he sat in the alleyway most kids ran through during the day. Tilting her head she slowly approached the strange masked man who seemed to enjoy watching her dance and as she approached the man she spoke.

"Hablas espanol?"

Simon closed his eyes briefly. Even her voice sounded seductive. But he didn't respond.

She noticed the lack of response but didn't mind it one bit. When she was but a foot away from him she smiled sweetly at him.

"So, English it is then?"

He was supposed to be laying low, there was no mingling with the locals if he could help it. Groceries, markets and even getting a drink were an exception. Not for conversation.

"You know, starring at a lady is kinda creepy. If you wanted to dance all you had to do was ask," The woman bit her bottom plump lip and looked directly up into the eyes of soldier who had killed countless of men and who had done unimaginable things, in the eyes with no fear. She didn't know who he was nor will she ever know. One night should be fine, right?

"I can't be in the light."

Was that the best thing he could say? Bloody Jesus he was out of practice trying to talk to a woman. Before he could fix himself and say something else he was blessed to hear her soft giggle over the music down the alley.

"Well, if you can't fully be in the light I'll bring some to you. Everyone deserves a little bit of light to enjoy, no?"

After that, no more words were spoken. She reached out palms up and Simon with hesitance placed his hands in hers and their little dance begun.

The woman showed him how to step and where to step when a salsa song came on. He wasn't the best but he did learn fast. She liked that. A few more songs came the same way until one came that made her gasp and squeal almost immediately. This scared Simon into thinking there was danger and quickly looked up and down the alleyway with a glare of a killer, sensing no danger he looked down at the female already swaying to the annoying beat of the music. What did the locals call it? Reggae? Reggaetón.

It was too modern for Simons taste but he was glad to watch her dance to it. This time what he was hoping for did happen. She molded herself against his front, bending a bit at the waist and pressed her full rear against his groin moving like a true dancer. He starred down at it wide eyed not sure what to do or where to put his hands but he remembered what her girl friends did when they were placed in this position.

Simon Riley placed his hands on her hips and pressed himself back into her, moving his own hips as best as he could without feeling embarrassed or even trying too hard but it was futile. He felt a tad bit embarrassed.

Nevertheless she continued to show him just how much fun just the two of them and music, can have. And deep down inside his dark heart he was fully enjoying himself, well up to the point where she straightened out and began that movement of sliding her hands up her thighs and took the hem of her sundress up, pulling out from under his hands.

If she did it on purpose or not didn't matter because he got an eyeful of the black thing string on her hips that his thumb was barley a hair close to. What was she trying to do? Whatever it was he took it as permission. He slid his hands further up her hip and hooked his thumbs under the soft dark material, gently tugging it down.

To say he wouldn't dare grow an erection here would be a complete and utter lie. He was carrying a hard on the whole time she pressed herself against him, he just maneuvered himself enough so she wouldn't feel it but he let her. This time he showed her just how much he was enjoying this little dance of hers.

She didn't stop when she felt the hard long mold of his print against her semi bare rump because she wanted to feel it. She watched him and he watched her, the meant he was interested just like she was. So, why not approach him if he was too chicken to do something. Women can take initiative too. The woman turned her head peering at him from over her shoulder with a smirk on her painted lips. Now Simon could see her eyes, they were dark, like chocolate.

He wasn't a fan of sweets but he'd enjoy hers.

And he could feel the heat practically pouring out from her pores. The way she was suggesting to continue with her hips, he knew all too well. She wanted to be fucked and not just a practical fuck in a motel room but a fuck that that Simon Riley could give right now. They didn't know each others names, occupations or even if they'd see each other again. What mattered was the here and now.

The tall British man had her that night. Bent over the large wooden crate he sat on to watch her dance in the street in her red dress. Now she was moaning like a bitch in heat with her red dress bunched up at her waist with his cock dipping into the welcoming depths of her cunt. He rocked back and forth with vigor, with malice. How dare she seduce him when he was just trying to mind his own business? How dare she approach him and make him sin like this?

Yet, Simon was groaning above her making sure he pounded her cervix. He wanted her to remember this coupling for as long as she lived. Her heels were discarded to the side and she was on her tippy toes, legs spread receiving him so very well. Simon couldn't remember the last time a woman's cunt fit him so well like hers, it was like...it was like it was made to fit him and only him.

The woman in the red dress was dancing no longer. The music may have changed and the people may have begun to head home but she would still be here hidden by the darkness of the buildings on each side of the two beings shielding her from the gazes of people who wondered what that sound was. Simon made sure to cover her mouth if he believed she was being too loud and he was glad he did because she came with shriek into his palm after just a few minutes.

No ones ever indulge in her like this nor have they ever took control in fucking her like a wild dog before. She was always the one to do things for her boyfriends, suck them, ride them, tell them what she wanted done, she was tired of being like that. Being the leading hand in sex because the other person was just too lazy and wanted a quick nut. This man though; was the complete opposite of that.

He took her without hesitation. Didn't bother to ask her of her wants and needs he just somehow knew. He made sure she was comfortable though, made sure she felt every caress, every tug, nip, slap, and flick of him on her skin.

Simon Riley wasn't going to let her go. Not until he had his fill.

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The woman stirred awake finding herself starring at the open window, the curtains flowing about with the breeze that entered the dim lit room. So the sun wasn't fully up, good more time to sleep. Before she could close her eyes again she heard shuffling and turned her head to see the British man who rocked her world sitting on the side of her bed getting dressed. His back was all scarred, with old and new ones she made just a few hours ago. His skin was pale compared to her tanned one, looked like he'd be a cherry before he ever tanned. His head was...bare. Simon wasn't wearing his mask.

Well, it was completely dark when they got to her tiny little home a few blocks where his safe house was so it made it easier to keep his face secret while leaving his marks on her skin. Now, it was time to go. He received a call from Price while the woman he laid with slept, on a burner about finally leaving the island in the early hours of the morning.

The woman he spent the whole night with seemed to stretch behind him making a soft pleased sound as she did so. The bed dipped a bit behind him and her arms wrapped lazily around his middle while she rested the side of her head against his back.

As mind blowing as the sex was he couldn't get attached. It was dangerous to drag one good thing into his hectic and bloody lifestyle he lived.

"Simon, stay with me a little bit longer. I'll make you some really good coffee y yo te cocino," Her voice was laced with sleep, hoarse because of her moans and screams the night prior but she still managed to make him shudder in the heat.

There was nothing more that he wanted than to stay and do just that. He was a dangerous man. He couldn't be in the light, because he'd consume it. The ghost shook her off as gently as he could and stood while pulling the mask over his head covering his face again. Walking forward towards a chair she had in the corner of her small room, picked up his shirt and dared to look back at her body covered with a sheet on her bed. Her hair was all askew and she looked more inviting than the night before, it stirred his loins.

His eyes trailed back to her face, her expression was...sad, confused even. She should've know it was a one time thing. He wasn't even native to the island nor was he a tourist with the way he held himself and she knew that. She knew he was dangerous and yet she pursued him anyways.

"It was fun, but that's all it was," He was cold, distant and hardened his emotions. It was for one night only, it wasn't night anymore.

So, he was going to leave her just tike that? After they shared an amazing night? She stood up in bed with her hand griping the sheet to her chest hoping it hid her nakedness'.

"No, no you can't just leave like that Simon, you said you were going to be here for a few more days. Por favor," The woman that was in a red dress was just about to stand from her bed and drag him right back, whatever means necessary even if she had to yell and scream.

"I told you I probably would be here for a few more days, nothing was permanent girl," Now that fully roused her out of her honeymoon like state. It was like a bucket of iced water was poured all over her. Where was his attitude coming from? And girl? He knew her name so why wasn't he saying it?

He slipped his shirt on over his head and made a beeline to her bedroom door, she scrambled out of her bed with her legs feeling like jelly going after him barley catching herself when she tripped. She would never do this for just any man, never would she do this for any man but Simon was different or so she thought.

A memory came to mind of her own mother scrambling after her father when she was only a child. Her mother ran after the man in desperate pleas to not leave and abandon their family, they had little but her mother was so caring. Her father on the other hand was evil.

"Simon! Stop pendejo!" She yelled at him hoping he'd stop but he kept going, moving through the kitchen, the living room before making it to the front door. The woman he spent the night with couldn't keep up with how her legs gave up and made her fall down half way to the door. Her chest ached watching him continue on without a care for her or how she felt.

That night was the only night she's ever felt complete, she felt alive for the first time with anyone and it had to be with this stranger who you barley knew. And that feeling was walking right out of her home.

Simon looked back at her seeing her on the floor with only a sheet to cover her nakedness tugged at his chest. Only for a second though.

"Take care of yourself, love."

And that was the last time the woman in the red dress saw Simon, the tall British man who wore the skull painted mask.

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It didn't take long for Simon to forget about that night in Puerto Rico, but it always came back to haunt him in his dreams. His mind played movies of the time they've spent together, the hour long conversation before he went at it with her again and again. Colors, foods, places he's been and places she wanted to go to, he probably knew more about her in that hour than any other man could in months. He felt more like a normal man with you for those few hours than he did commanding a small squad. And when darkness clouded his mind your words came to him.

"...Everyone deserves a little light, to enjoy, no?"

It brought him out from time to time.

Recently, the 141 hired a new medic or at base doctor who Laswell says she's the best of the new generation. Finished school in less than eight years and performed eleven successful surgeries within that time frame. Some minor and some major. It was impressive but the information was all the same to Ghost. New doctor, same shit. He didn't even catch her name, didn't bother for it.

Currently, the infamous Ghost sat on a stool in the med bay while holding a cloth to his upper arm trying to stop the blood from making anymore of a mess. Apparently Johnny thought it would be funny to toss a piece of useless metal from the top of the weapons wrack, why was it there? Who knows but he certainly gave Johnny an ear full before he was forced to come here to get it checked out.

The said doctor had her back turned to him when he entered and sat on the tall stool with a leg stretched out. She looked like she was doing something important so he just grunted while she told him to have a seat. Her voice sounded oddly familiar and Ghost couldn't put a face to it.

"Mr. Ghost, no, Simon?" The small looking woman with her dark hair held up with a clip tilted her head reading what little she could from his medical file. There was absolutely nothing here. No medical history, no medication history, surgeries, nothing. It was as if he were a ghost. With a soft sigh she full turned but never lifted her head.

"That's funny, I knew a Simon once. Spelled the same way,"

Simons eyes widened just a fraction when he saw those red painted lips and that golden tanned skin, she was here. It couldn't be. She was supposed to be back in the island living her life in peace. Not here tending to him and his team! Did Price do this? Laswell? No, they didn't know about his escapade with the young doctor here all those years ago. He made sure not to speak wind of it to anyone.

Anger bubbled up inside of him when the shock left him. Was she doing this on purpose? Did he know who he was?

The tall man stood when she was only a foot or more away and she finally looked up from the manila folder, craning her neck her eyes widened seeing the familiar tattooed arm and skull mask covering the face of the mystery man she spent the night with all those years ago.

The folder slipped from her hands and onto the floor, papers scattering about as she starred at him, as if seeing a ghost. And he starred down at her with stone cold glaring eyes of a man who did not want to see her, again.

So, this was the Simon that she'd dream about from time to time? Tall, dangerous, cold and still as mysterious as the day she met him. It couldn't be him. The Simon she met had kinder curious eyes, yes he was cold but that night he made her melt with just a stare.

Quickly she averted her gaze to the side and cleared her throat. No, it really couldn't be...but the tattoo was unmistakable and if not that the mask was a dead giveaway.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath feigning innocence. Turning back to look at him she smiled sweetly," Dios mio, I'm just clumsy today I'm sorry about that. Why don't you have a seat and tell me whats going on,"

So she was going down this road huh? Simon took in a breath and sat back down on the stool keeping his cold unwavering stare on her as she crouched to collect the folder and papers that scattered about. He could have helped her but the less he interacted with her the better. He left her back in Puerto Rico for a reason and this was not that reason.

As she collected her paper work she stood straight up and turned back to her small little desk where a few little picture frames decorated the surface along with some medical instruments. She took one frame in particular and tried to quickly put it face down blocking his view with her body. She was living her life perfectly fine without him, they both were and she would be damned if he found out about her. That early morning he decided not to say a single thing that could help her find him, only his voice and name, it was all she had.

Ghost looked at her and saw her movements. She was trying to hide something and he already was on it. He remained seated examining her backside. She still looked the same, petite, small but she looked fuller now. Hips wider, legs and arms a bit thicker too. It seemed she put on a healthy few pounds while away on the island, or maybe it was due to age? Whichever it was she looked absolutely stunning even with the white lab coat on.

"Sargent found a piece of shrapnel or scrap metal, tossed it back and it nicked my arm," Cold, to the point.

With a small nod she quickly slipped on some black latex free gloves and grabbed what she needed to clean his little nick.

The next few minutes were excruciating between the two of them. The silence felt heavy in the air and the poor doctor felt so burdened by it she felt like she had to say something but refused.

Pretend not to know him. She had to pretend she was just patching up any soldier from the 141 but her body kept reminding her and even her mind reminded her that he wasn't just any soldier. He was of high rank, under Price and that had to stand for something.

Ghost, shifted a bit when she applied pressure on the now cleaned gash which was in fact not a nick, it needed to be stitched shut so she was preparing for that.

"Why are you here?" His question was so unexpected the doctor paused right before she pierced his tattooed skin with the needle and thread.

There were so many reason as to why but it depended on which reason he wanted to hear. Releasing a heavy sigh she tilted her head keeping her gaze on the suture.

"You knew I went to college to become a doctor. Turns out I was very good at it. I stitched nerves together and helped those wounded soldiers regain feeling back to their separated limbs. Laswell thought I'd make a good doctor here for the base or 141 and company, the money was good, the housing was and the education is phenomenal too."

She was still young so education must've have been her second reason as to why she decided to come here but there was still one question in his mind.

"Who's the girl?" The one question that she dreaded. She suppose she wasn't as fast as she thought when she tried to hide it. Simon always looked around his surroundings so her desk was also apart of the surrounding and noticed a small girl no older than three or four smiling with two front teeth missing. Eyes blue, green or hazel, hair almost brown or red. Didn't look like it was her daughter now that he thought about it but again, it was just a quick look.

"She's my niece."

"You have no siblings."

"Step-niece then."

"That's not a thing."

She huffed giving him a look of 'you are unbelievable'. Why did it matter to him who the girl is? When she went looking for him when she found out she was going to be a mother he was nowhere to be found like a ghost. She suffered through out university with morning sickness, cravings of foods she didn't think were even healthy and doctor appointments where only her mother attended with her.

Even after giving birth she didn't give up her dream of becoming a good doctor or surgeon to help people on the island. But when the opportunity arose for her to live in the U.S. she didn't hesitate to take it. And now here she was with the father of her daughter who currently was at a daycare right across the road from the base that Laswell told her it was safe.

Now she wasn't too sure with Simon around.

"Why do you want to know so badly?" She finished stitching up his gash and was currently placed a gaze on his arm and securing it.

Why did he want to know? Was there some hope that he was still somehow connected to this woman he found himself thinking about more than often recently? No, it couldn't be they were careful that night, they...

Then it dawned to the ghost. Slowly he stood up pushing her to the side and marched straight to the faced down picture. There's no possible way that the little girl in this picture could be his.

The doctor already knew where he was going and tired to stop him from reaching her desk by puling on his arm and tried with all her might to stop him but he was too strong and made it to her desk.

The first few rounds, no all of them were unprotected. He assumed she was either on the pill or even doing something to prevent pregnancy while she was out and about dancing away. Who wouldn't with a body like hers? He should've known yet they never talked about it. Not once did the topic of protection come up.

He picked up the frame and examined the child who smiled so happily without a care in the world similar to the woman who birthed her. While he starred at the picture the mother of said child was cursing at him in her native tongue and snatched the frame from him holding it against her chest.

"She's not even yours!" She exclaimed placing the photo down on top of the file cabinet glaring up into the cold eyes of the ghost who leaned forward placing his hand over hers the kept the photo down.

"You're lyin' again love," He said it low and so harsh to her and she flinched. It didn't matter if she was lying or not because her daughter will never know who her father was and her father will never ever get a chance to see her.

"Fuck you, pendejo," She spat out with so much venom Simon was ready to tear his mask off and devour her mouth and swallow every bit of venom she had in the tank. That's the least thing he deserved. He was close, his gloved hand went up her covered arm, her shoulder then up her neck.

Simon cupped her cheek while his other arm wrapped around her waist, she hesitated and placed a hand on his forearm ready to push it off if he said something or did something really outta pocket. Though she couldn't lie, she missed how close he could get without really trying.

Even if it was one night, she could never forget him.

"She's ours isn't she Amilia?"

She had to close her eyes because the intensity behind his were too much. This answer could either make or break their future relationship if there ever would be one. But deep down she knew that if she were to say 'yes' he'd step in or at least try to.

Simon knew it was his fault for leaving so suddenly but it wasn't anyone's fault he wasn't there or that she didn't tell him. The universe made it so that they could meet again under these circumstances. A deadly father and a bright mother. What a strange combination.

"Yes, Simon. She's... ours."

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PART 2

A/N

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[wishitweresummer]

Passenger Princess (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)

Word count: 1566

Warning: Light restraint, very very light.

(Part two can be found here!)



     All of George's plans to learn how to drive flew out the window when Dream and Sapnap started driving him around. So…right away. The fans would always tease him about being a passenger princess, but he didn't really care. He could relax and play DJ, look out the window. Why would he ever learn how to drive when the other two would take him anywhere? Dream wouldn't even complain!

     Today started like any other; George wanted sushi from some place pretty far away and Dream took him. It ended up not really being worth the distance, but Dream wouldn’t say that. George was happily stuffed with decent sushi and Dream was content to spend time with him no matter what.

     They were driving home and George was in the passengers seat just clicking through different songs on his phone. Partly in boredom and partly to annoy Dream. As they came to a stop at a red light, Dream rested his hand on George's thigh, right above his knee, probably completely innocently. But, it was the first time. George flinched dramatically at the sudden pressure on his bare skin and slowly looked over to see him notice.

"Are you a little ticklish?", he smiled in amusement. Then, he squeezed. Almost instantly George was twisted in his seat, squealing loudly as he pried at the hand. His phone slipped from his grip and fell down near his feet.

"Stop it!!",  he cried out when the evil hand wouldn’t budge, squirming helplessly in laughter as the squeezes got firmer. Inwardly, he cursed his basketball shorts.

"Are you serious? What! It's that bad?", Dream looked back and forth from the intersection in front of him and the frantic boy next to him in disbelief. The tickles grew faster. George slapped at the hand and squeaked out a string of unintelligible protests, laughter becoming hysterical. Dream's never tickled him there before and he could not stand it.

“Fuck!!!”.

Dream pulled his hand away and chuckled lowly, pulling through the green light and driving. George relaxed into the seat and rubbed his thigh a little, catching his breath. He pouted.

"I can not believe how much you just freaked out.". George looked over at him sheepishly and was met with a terrifying smirk. Dream looked back at the road and kept driving, soon pulling onto the highway. George gulped and looked out the window.

"Shut up.", he muttered. He could almost feel the eyes on him.

     As Dream settled into a lane, he gently rested his hand on the trembling thigh again. George gasped and tried to push the hand away. But, Dream wouldn’t budge. He snickered.

"Sit still or I'll be forced to make you.", he said plainly.

George quickly looked out the window again, a confusing heat spread across his face. He didn't know how to react. There was nothing he could do. Dream was much stronger than him and there was no escape for poor George. A small embarrassing whine slipped from his lips before he could stop it.

     He felt Dream's fingers twitch and he quickly tried again to shove the hand. It clung. Suddenly, he was squeezing hard and fast. Devious fingers found the sensitive muscles right above his knee and he was instantly thrown into hysterics once again.

"Fuck you!", he yelled. Dream scoffed, amused. He smacked against his hand uselessly and started to curl against the door, shrieking with laughter as the ticklish energy jolted through him. George couldn't do anything. He didn't want to hit the gear shift or Dream's body and affect his driving. He was completely helpless. "Please! Okay please!". He sounded so desperate through the frantic laughter. Dream beamed at his squirmy best friend.

"This is so cute.", he murmured as he continued to attack the poor boy's ticklish thigh. George wailed with laughter as he thrashed in his seat. The seatbelt suddenly locked with his crazed movements and he screeched at the lack of mobility. He wasn't tied down, but he might as well have been.

"Dream!!!", he screamed. Dream had latched onto the sweet spot on his thigh. His little leg jumped and flinched to no avail. His small hands fought the attacking one, but his strength was dwarfed by Dream's. George tried to buck, but his hips were locked in place. Terrifying helplessness washed through him. "Dream!!!". He knocked his head back into the car seat a few times to expel some of the ticklish electricity overwhelming him. He would die, he was sure. He tilted his head back and cackled.

"Nowhere to go?", Dream asked with a mocking laugh. He was giddy with excitement at the new discovery.

      Eventually, he stopped and George gasped loudly, flopping against the seat like he was boneless. His cheeks burned as he stared at his lap and heaved softly for his breath. Embarrassingly, he trembled. He had been about five seconds from tears.

Dream kept glancing over at George as he continued driving and he shifted a little in his seat nervously. The older felt like Dream had just gained a new power over him. Found his weakness. Yeah he was ticklish, but that spot...wow it fucking killed him.

"I'm going to absolutely destroy you when we get home.", he stated in a causal tone. It took everything in him not to whimper at the threat. George sunk into his seat and stared out the window, having no clue how close to home they were.

     It wasn't often that George was speechless, but he was filling up with honey. He swallowed as a sticky mix of nerves and excitement stuck his lips together. It dripped down inside his chest and his heart raced. The butterflies from earlier got a taste and went wild from the sweet taste of his fear.

He was so screwed.                           

     They drove on for quite a bit longer. Long enough for George to regain a bit of his composure. Eventually, a song came on the playlist that they both enjoyed and they sang along together. The harsh heat of blush across his cheeks faded and calmed. Soon, they spoke normally. Just a bit of joking around while driving. He felt his phone under his foot and remembered to grab it. Slowly, George relaxed into the flow of conversation again. His heart rate steadied.

Dream parked in the garage and they headed inside. They continued in conversation as George unlocked the door and led the way into the living room.

"So I'm thinking we-", he cut off when the door behind him slammed shut loudly. "Dream?", he asked softly, turning around to face him. The man in question was grinning at him crazily in front of the now closed front door. 'Oh.'.

George bolted. Dream chased. It only lasted a few short moments before the ticklish boy was caught. Large arms locked around his waist from behind and he was lifted in the air a little. Immediately, George was shaking with giggles.

"No please! Dream, don’t do this!", he pleaded. But, he was thrown down onto the couch on his back with a shriek. Dream quickly climbing on top before he could scramble away.

"Ready for the destruction?".

"Gah! No!!". He was thrown into a short fit of squealing before his cackling kicked in. Merciless hands grabbed at his sensitive thighs. Soon, he was hysterical. Dream kneaded and squeezed, focusing on the spot right above his knees. George lost his mind. "SapNAP! HELP!!", he tried. Dream laughed.

"Just me! You're home alone with the tickle monster Georgie!!". George whined through his laughter.

He struggled and squirmed under him. Suddenly, his hands were wild. He tried to grab at the tickling hands, but Dream was much stronger. He pushed against the couch to try and dislodge him, but it was no use. They flapped uselessly against his hands and body. Utterly trapped. George twisted in panic.

"Mercy!", he cried, completely screaming with laughter.

"Didn't you hear me? I said destruction!!", he said joyfully. As he spoke, he let go of the thighs for a moment and gripped his ticklish sides with both hands. The boy squealed in terror.

"Deeeeeestruction!!!", he shook him by his sides and flopped against the couch helplessly. George could only squeeze his eyes shut and cackle crazily as Dream toyed with him. It was dizzying just how easy it was for Dream to take him apart like this.

He gripped his thighs again and George threw his head back with a piercing scream. He pushed as hard as he could on his chest and laughed like a witch. George had tears tracking down his beet-red cheeks.

"Please!", he begged through crazed laughter. Dream's fingers were relentless. "Oh my god!".

     George whined and squeaked as words became harder to form. Dream smiled fondly and pulled the devious hands away. George cried out embarrassingly at the sudden stop.

"I really love torturing you, Georgie.".

His hands shot up and covered his face, muffling harsh gasps for air. Dream squeezed his sides and the hands jerked back down defensively, letting out raspy giggles. George's adorably flushed face on full display.

"I really hate you.", he whimpered.

"You love me.". George groaned and threw both arms over his face. Dream laughed. "I can't wait to show Sapnap this!". George peeked out and glared at him.

     They both flinched at the sound of keys in the door.

[oliviawebsite]

dj uncle on the decks gonna drop the beat but first man fuck can i talk about how fucked da steelers are im so pissed russel wilson is a fuckin joke and by the way tell that slut nancy pelosi she can make my gun transgender and woke after she pries it from my cold dead hands. *starts playing "one" by metallica*

[vulnerablequeen]

Nicolas

On est la semaine précédant celle de mes vingt ans. Je suis à l’Abreuvoir (je répète, j’avais 19 ans) avec une de mes amies. On s’apprête à aller au sous-sol.

C’est aussi l’époque où je me commandais des Sex on the Beach au bar, et que j’avais toujours un petit sourire de la part des barmans. Heille, je voulais pas goûter l’alcool dans mes drinks. J’ai le droit. À l’époque, l’Abreuvoir était mon temple et j’étais une adepte depuis plusieurs années. Il y avait tout là-bas; le premier étage style bar sportif pour rencontrer des jocks, la terrasse chauffée pour aller fumer et parler à des p’tits bums et le sous-sol avec les fameuses poles dance pour possiblement frencher. Tout y était. Pourquoi aller ailleurs? 

Mon amie et moi on danse au sous-sol. Le genre de place qui nous transporte directement dans un épisode de Fugueuse. La musique est bonne, c’est du Rihanna. Je sens quelqu’un me regarder au loin. Mon prochain french qui m’attend? Let’s go. Je le regarde en retour et je constate qu’il s’est approché. Wo, il me veut? Alright. 

Oh, ça sera pas mon prochain kiss celui-là. C’est un ami d’enfance, je le connais depuis que je suis née. Je suis contente de le voir par exemple, ça faisait un bail. On jase un peu avant qu’il m’introduise à son ami, Nicolas. Nicolas est cute. Il a un regard perçant, les cheveux en bataille et est vêtu de noir. Il a l’air mystérieux. J’ai peut-être envie de percer le mystère. 

Les gars sont dans le mood pour fêter. Mon amie et moi aussi. Un mariage heureux, rien de moins. 

On décide de migrer vers la terrasse pour que les gars puissent fumer et qu’on s’entende un peu plus parler. Nicolas s’assoit tout de suite à côté de moi, nos cuisses se touchent volontairement. Ok, il ne perd pas de temps, me dis-je. On discute tous les quatre ensemble, on a du fun. On parle du dernier album de Drake, que j’ai dévoré. Nicolas et moi avons la même chanson préférée.

Tu me parles d’un bel adon. 

Plus je regarde Nico, plus il me rappelle quelqu’un. J’ai l’impression que c’est un acteur, mais il vient de me dire qu’il travaille pour la compagnie de son père. Peut-être que j’ai bu trop de drinks sucrés portant un nom risible. 

Mon amie et moi, on veut rentrer chez nous, on est un peu fatiguées. Mon amie est déçue de ne pas avoir frenché, je la comprends. On quitte les gars et je les invite par la bande à ma fête la semaine prochaine au Salon Officiel. Nicolas accepte tout de suite. D’accord, on se verra la semaine prochaine mon beau. 

« Damn, y’est down le gars. As he should. » me dit mon amie. 

Je donne un bec sur la joue à mon amie. J’aime ça quand on me donne des compliments. 

On est le 24 avril 2015, c’est le jour officiel - comme le Salon - de mes 20 ans. Mes ami·es de l’université et moi on fait une tournée des bars sur St-Denis: on va au 3 Amigos manger, on va au St-Bock prendre des shots, on va caler des pichets au St-Sulpice et on fait un arrêt au Pub du Quartier Latin prendre je sais plus quoi. Ça commence à être flou. 

On termine notre course à la boisson au Salon Officiel. Je suis complètement ivre. J’ai pris des shooters, j’ai mélangé les drinks, mais j’ai un bon fond de bouffe donc tout est bien géré. On n’a 20 ans juste une fois, hein?

On arrive au Salon Officiel et je ne vois que Nicolas au fond de la salle, pas loin du DJ booth où Ajust s’en donne à cœur joie. Je vais le rejoindre. Nicolas, pas Ajust, même si son set est excellent. 

« T’es tout seul? », lui lance-je. Mon esprit logique n’était pas invité à ma fête.

« Ouais, j’étais dans le coin. Ton ami d’enfance va arriver plus tard. », me répond Nicolas. 

On se met tout de suite à danser ensemble. Mes ami·es et moi et Nicolas sommes au centre du petit Salon Officiel et on est là pour mettre de l’ambiance. La musique est bonne, il fait chaud, tout est réuni pour que…

Nicolas m’embrasse. Un bec un peu timide, mais sincère. Il ne perd pas de temps. Mes pauvres ami·es vont devoir m’endurer en train de frencher pour un ti-bout. Je suis aussi timide que Nico à ce moment précis, mais l’alcool me donne le kick pour l’embrasser en retour. Y’a beaucoup de va-et-vient dans toute l’histoire.  

On est collés, on se french à grands coups d’insouciance. On a clairement plus conscience que mes ami·es nous regardent se manger la face. Oh well. 20 ans, right? 

Mon ami d’enfance nous rejoint finalement. Il doit être 2h du matin. La soirée a passé cruellement vite. Je lui donne le plus gros câlin du monde. T’sais, un bon câlin de fille saoule qui vient d’entrer dans la vingtaine. Ça saute dans les bras du monde, ça. 

On danse tout le monde ensemble, mes ami·es de l’uni décident de rentrer au bercail. Iels ont été vaillant·es toute la soirée. Allez dormir, mes ami·es. Vous êtes exceptionnel·les. 

Mon ami d’enfance, Nicolas et moi, on n’a pas le goût de se coucher. Nico me dit qu’on peut aller chez son père, vu qu’il n’habite pas loin. Je ne suis pas en état de rencontrer le daron, pense-je. Il nous confirme que son père est à Los Angeles pour le travail. Bon, parfait dans ce cas. 

Que la fête continue. 

On arrive chez le père de Nicolas et… Wow. Quessé ça cette belle maison-là qui n’a l’air de rien à l’extérieur? Les plafonds sont tellement hauts, mais c’est pas écho. Bien pensé, architecturalement parlant. 

On continue à boire, d’autres amis de Nico sont venus nous rejoindre pour un after party qui bat visiblement son plein. C’est l’fun, la vingtaine. On continue à faire des shots, à boire des gin tonic plus gin que tonic. Je suis bien partie, mais étonnement encore présente mentalement. C’est ça l’important. 

On se réchauffe des pizz’ congelées qu’on mange comme de vrais affamé·es. Je suis comblée. C’est comme ça que je voulais fêter ce soir. 

Nicolas m’invite à rester dormir. Il doit être 4h du matin. Je ne me vois pas retourner chez ma mère à ce moment-là, je pense que je lui avais dit que je dormais chez une de mes amies de toute façon. Ton lit ce sera, mon Nico. 

On monte et… pardon? Les escaliers flottants, les immenses chambres, les rideaux qui se baissent automatiquement… Mais où suis-je? 

« Ton père il fait quoi? », demande-je à Nicolas, de la façon la plus indiscrète possible. 

« Il travaille beaucoup disons », me répond Nico. J’oublie cette réponse incomplète et me jette sur le lit. Nicolas me déshabille, c’est cute. Il m’embrasse partout sur le corps. Sur le ventre. Les seins. Les joues. La bouche. Mmm. 

« Nico… Je suis trop saoule. Je te vois flou. Hahahaha. », lui dis-je, en toute honnêteté, en simulant un fou rire afin d’étouffer le possible malaise. 

« Y’a tellement pas de stress Gen. Moi aussi je suis complètement drunk. Hahahaha. » me revient-il, en respectant mes limites et les siennes. 

Une belle fête, quoi. 

On s’endort en cuillère dans son lit terriblement confortable. 

Je me réveille le lendemain matin, ou le matin même, vers 10h. J’ai un mal de tête monstrueux. Je remarque un peu plus le paysage et je suis toujours aussi impressionnée. Nicolas a un énorme projecteur dans sa chambre. Ça doit valoir cher, me suis-je passée comme remarque. 

Moi, je vaux pas grand chose en ce moment. Nico est encore endormi, j’en profite pour me rendre au rez-de-chaussé me claquer un bon verre d’eau.

La place est encore plus belle que la veille. Immenses œuvres d’art qui maquillent les murs, une cour intérieure digne d’une revue d’architecture. Je me sers un verre d’eau dans la somptueuse cuisine et je me retourne vers… des prix? 

Voyons. C’est un Golden Globe, ça? Et ça, un Emmy? Quoi? 

Attends. 

Je m’approche d’une photo regroupant plusieurs personnes et je vois Matthew McConaughey. Puis…

Jean-Marc Vallée. 

Attends minute. Attends. Attends. Attends. 

Je suis chez… Jean-Marc Vallée. 

Je ne vois que des photos de lui par la suite, avec Nicolas et son grand frère. 

Je sais où j’ai vu Nicolas. Dans C.R.A.Z.Y. Le petit frère. 

Tout devient clair. Mon mal de tête est quasiment parti tellement que mon cerveau est illuminé en ce moment. 

Nicolas descend. Il me voit devant toutes les décorations d’or. Il comprend que je comprends. 

« Ton père c’est fucking Jean-Marc Vallée? » lui lance-je, visiblement sous le choc. 

« Le seul et l’unique! » me répond-t-il, avec un beau sourire. Il a l’air fier. Il a raison de l’être. 

Je suis terriblement hangover, mais fière aussi d’être chez un homme que j’admire. 

Je ne pouvais pas mieux commencer ma vingtaine.  *** Aujourd'hui, c'est émotif pour moi de partager cette nouvelle-là. Je n'ai pas revu Nicolas après ça, mais je suis chanceuse d'avoir eu connaissance de la fierté et de l'amour qu'un fils porte envers son père aussi prolifique. La mort de Jean-Marc Vallée est une tragédie, tant pour sa famille que pour le cinéma et la télévision. Je chéris réellement cette histoire, plus particulièrement depuis son décès. J'aurai toujours une pensée pour ses fils.

[kelthoumrambles]

Donc ouais, de la colère car je ne me sens pas respectée par mon pote et que j'arrive pas à me faire respecter ni à me respecter (mais j'y travaille je suis sur la bonne voie d'où la touche d'espoir), un peu de tristesse (en fait, bcp de tristesse par rapport à d'autres trucs) mais je préfère ne pas me l'admettre. Une fatigue. Et un peu de peur.

Aujourd'hui, ça fait 90 jours que j'ai pas pris de coke mais j'en meurs d'envie. J'ai pas envie de coke per se mais j'ai juste envie de ne penser à rien. J'ai envie de consommer quoi. Et tout à l'heure, comme pas dutout par hasard, le dj de londres que j'avais rencontré cet été là-bas, m'a contacté pour me prévenir qu'il jouerait demain sur la capitale et qu'il m'avait mis sur la guest list. Mmmh. Si jamais j'y vais, faites que ma bonne étoile soit avec moi please car jme sens méga misérable ces derniers jours et parfois, j'ai peur de la dose de trop.

J'ai contacté mon meilleur pote pour voir s'il voulait venir avec moi mais il ne me répond pas et lorsque je m'aventure à faire la fête toute seule, c'est souvent.... la Méga teuf. J'aimerais vraiment que mon meilleur ami vienne avec moi. Je me sens fragile. Tout me fait mal ou me dérange. La lumière. Le bruit. Pourtant, j'ai envie d'être entourée. J'ai envie d'être bien entourée. Je fais de mon mieux pour m'aimer. J'ai besoin de chaleur humaine mais je suis tellement seule. Et je me sens seule. Depuis si longtemps. C'est la vérité. Vivre m'est parfois pénible. Ça fait un mal de chien d'être bien. Demain, je ressaye. Oui, demain, je réessaye

[atombombskilledtheradiostar]

[A rather big disgruntled robot scorpion dejectedly picks up your corpse and, rather rudely I may add, drags you instead of politely putting you onto his back. Various profanities only robo-scorpions would understand are muttered.]

The corpse of the DJ slumped around. He was actually mostly alive, just braindead from an express lobotomy in .45-70 Government. His left arm seemed to have been clutching someone's arm before death, the fingers pried away from the grip.

[86stagram]

YES!!!! The best update ever! I had a great time with everyone yesterday!!!🎀ヾ(´Y｀)ノ”🍀

Among the various updates, this is the best that I found happy!(´Y｀)✨

Aside to that, Hibiki and Aloma voice's OC not sing in this songs. Their voices appears on or after in Pri☆Chan.

In Pripara all Idol(reproduction version in arcade), OC's voices were also added, but they were linked to the face type, so we couldn't free choose them like in Pri☆Chan and Adpara. Hibiki, Aloma…… Their voices not re-recorded in OC's songs. even now!( í Y ì )why???

I was lip-syncing on stage…… listen (´Y｀)su su su susu smile~ kanpeki smile~🎶 perfect acting……(kanpeki = 完璧 = perfect)

When I was play yesterday, I think possibly I was "おっとり" voice or something. Er, I don't remember that time very well hehehe…… umm, maybe if we select OC's song, voices have been included at random in OC's songs (???) If you choosing Hibiki or Aloma voice might make you feel somewhat strange, as feeling are quite different. Nooooo( í Y ì )

Uh oh. Not like that🤔 What is this, BeatmaniaⅡDX's user interface??? Somehow this is awkward for me to select music haha

I find this UI convenient only for very big arcade machines. However, adpara is smartphone / tablet game, isn't it?

If I see to play Beatmania's big display and operated like a DJ spinning a CD, it's easy for me to select music💿️🎹 Smartphones are integrate touch screen with display, aren't it? Let's see, how to select music…… Swipe, swipe, and swipe, My index finger gets annoying!(;´Y｀)っ📱 FINALLY…… TOUCH!!!📱🤟(´Y｀) How many seconds did that take, then??

……this UI is difficult to use because it's ill-suited for smartphone / tablet. I think see to clarity of the title of the music is little bad in the first place. The colors, fonts, size, and frames of the titles is off, all make feels slightly and unappealing…… especially why sideways arch shaped the place of the frames?? I think design that lacks meaning isn't true design, it's just art. looks like a low-quality imitation of another music games.

[jinxneedssleep]

Wcsmp band au

Inspired by @a-friendly-teal-fox

Eloise is a jazz musician in many underground bars. Eloise didn’t grow up with much money and thus began honing her musical ability to help make ends meet. Eventually, she ended up having quite the reputation through word of mouth and caught the eye of several people..

Pris is an influencer who cycles through genres as quickly as she cycles through trends. She has an intense desire to be perfect at whatever she does

Shelby is a dj who often takes tours across the world. She uses the different people she meets as muses for inspiration.

Cleo is an orchestra conductor and classical music composer. Every song she comes up with is crafted with precision and care. Her diligence made her climb the ranks fast. She is often employed by rich establishments and has built connections with the upper class.

Lauren is an aspiring Broadway star. She hasn’t quite gotten her time in the spotlight, but she’s determined to succeed

Scott is rocker. Stereotypical has a rock van type character. He’s a diamond in the rough. Mains all types of instruments. For someone so reserved, he has quite a loud presence on stage.

Joey is a pop singer. A dramatic one at that. Pulling a Hannah Montana with his fire frost motif.

Cupquake sings folk songs from her home town. Just here to vibe. To her, music is a way of connecting people together.

Bertha is a talent scout who finds enjoyment in watching them all compete with each other.

[soletear]

hello youuu !

je saute le pas pour te passer une commande parce que j'suis archi fan de ce que tu fais. surtout tes dernières fournées sont magiques ??? bref je vais pas étaler le fangirling mais vraiment, je viens du coup toute timidement te demander si lizeth selene pourrait t'inspirer ? j'ai ici une galerie imgbox(.)com/g/Kk4yFJFn7o si jamais et aussi niveau vibe c'est un perso fun, avec des gros traumas dans l'enfance et aujourd'hui dj/danseuse dans des sortes de rave party, l'esprit fucked up et biberonné aux réseaux sociaux/télé réalité. elle donne l'impression d'être un peu bête mais... elle est pleine de surprises haha voilà, j'ignore si ça peut t'inspirer, si les photos t'inspireront mais vraiment tu fais comme tu sens et dans tous les cas, merci de m'avoir lu et si jamais, merci du temps pris pour ma commande ! xx

bonjour toi 💜 tu as bien fait de sauter le pas, parce que déjà, je suis super fan de la bouille que tu me proposes, et que la vibe que tu m’as donné rend ton perso incroyable alors que je ne sais, finalement, rien d’elle 🥹 lizeth m’a tellement inspirée que j’ai voulu tenter de nouvelles choses, j’espère que ça te plaira (hop ici), j'ai tenté de suivre la vibe...

et surtout, merci pour tes doux mots 💫

[perduedansmatete]

ce soir on a mangé chinois et bu un peu trop de rhum avant d'aller dans notre endroit préféré, le groupe qui jouait était un des meilleurs que j'ai vu dernièrement là bas, ça me faisait beaucoup penser aux black keys et ça m'a donné envie d'aller les voir en concert. il y avait une armoire à glace à côté de nous qui était trop bizarre, il aimait bien mimer une guitare je crois ? sauf qu'il nous regardait à chaque fois étrangement et qu'il le faisait assez bas pour que ça ressemble plutôt à un mime de branlette, c'est pourquoi au bout d'un moment j'ai crié en toute discrétion (non) "j'en peux plus de le voir jouer avec sa bite" pendant un demi silence (évidement). ensuite on a rencontré des gens et je ne sais plus pourquoi j'en suis venue à leur montrer mon talent pour faire le dindon, c'était ridicule mais une fille qui faisait très bien le dauphin a été impressionnée par mon talent fou. puis est arrivé le super ami que je m'étais fait la dernière fois, pile au moment où le dj set débutait, on était très bien tous les quatre puis on est devenus super potes avec d'autres mecs très sympas, d'ailleurs deux d'entre eux ressemblaient atrocement à preston et manolo dans lou! mais sans les slips en fausse fourrure (dommage). comme la dernière fois je me suis quand même dit que ce super ami était vraiment très attirant et à un moment j'ai senti son regard un peu changer, je ne sais pas si j'ai rêvé ? quand on s'est retrouvés tous les deux il m'a dit que c'était tant mieux, son regard n'était toujours plus le même qu'avant et j'avais plus vraiment l'impression qu'on flirtait pour de faux, je me suis sentie toute petite. peut-être que je n'ai pas rêvé. puis un peu avant qu'on parte il a pris très fort ma main dans la sienne, j'avais l'impression qu'il voulait me garder mais peut-être que je me suis fait des idées, j'aimerais pas et en même temps ça serait nul que ce soit réciproque et qu'il ne soit pas un super pote de soirée, j'aimais bien l'idée. malgré tout ça m'a fait du bien d'être attirée par quelqu'un d'autre, le reste je verrai plus tard, quand ma voix sera revenue (on a définitivement trop crié sur bacarra)

[daintyduck99]

Hello! For the fluffy crush prompts could I request “I think about you a lot” “really?” “No” “oh” for rulie?

Julie smothers her pout with a sip of punch as she watches Flynn sway with Carrie. 

She has no reason to be glum, not really. 

It's not like they've been excluding her; they've done a great job of keeping her from feeling like a third wheel. Especially since Flynn's been doing some DJ-ing, leaving Julie and Carrie to twirl with Kayla and Britney and the other Candis. 

Only…now all of the love songs are playing, the sweeping ballads that they put on to close out the evening, and most of the non-couples have already left. 

She sighs, crumpling her empty plastic cup in her hands, and looks down at her dress. It shimmers under the lights, catching the subtle, silvery stars in the tulle of the outer layer. It'd caught her eye right away, and she'd found the midnight blue dress enchanting, elegant, perfect for the theme. 

Now it just seems unbearably lonely, like she'll get lost in the cosmos if she looks at the damn thing for too long. 

Some Starry Night.

"What's the matter, Julie?" 

She jolts with a squeak, thankful that her cup is empty. She smiles nervously at Reggie and prays he hasn't noticed that she's been studiously avoiding him and the rest of the guys all evening. 

"Nothing! Just…thinking." 

He hums, absent-mindedly raking a hand through his hair, and she swallows a whine. He looks so good and it's not fair, how prettily he shines in just a rumpled white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. 

"Just thinking, huh? Because you looked pretty down. Are you okay?" 

She bites her lip, letting the smile slide off of her face, and averts her eyes. 

"I mean, yeah. But I can't help thinking…there's this guy that I should've asked as my date. He's sweet, and funny, and everything I've ever wanted, and I think I'm half in love with him, like…I don't know, I think about you a lot—" 

She clasps her hand over her mouth, muffling another mortified squeak. 

How the heck did she slip like that?!?

Is there something in the punch? 

"Aw," Reggie coos, and she flushes because she can hear the devastating grin in his voice. "Really?" 

Her heart tattoos an SOS to her ribs as she shakes her head with a low whine. 

"No? Oh…" 

He sounds disappointed, but he's still smiling when she dares to look at him through the curls framing her face. He gently pries the cup from her fingers, lifting them slowly to his lips, and when she doesn't pull away, he graces her knuckles with a kiss that nearly makes her swoon. 

"That's a shame," he murmurs, "because I've been doing the same thing. Kicking myself for not asking the girl I might be in love with. But I was hoping—Julie, could I have this last dance?"

Come to find out, no one spiked the punch; he's simply that intoxicating, which answers a lot of her questions about love as they spin around on the floor. 

[sentimentalslut]

Duncan: shouldn't you be at school right now?

Santana: shouldn't you have been at my birth?

Duncan: ...tell your Aunt Gwen that DJ can have his crockpot back when he pries it from my cold dead hands

shouldn’t you have been at my birth I’m screaming you know he’s NEVER living that down

[neverstopcapturingmoments]

Bonjour à tous ! Je suis ravie de pouvoir partager avec vous ma passion pour le hip hop, l'art et la culture, et vous raconter mon parcours dans cet univers (via ce premier post) qui a commencé il y a déjà de nombreuses années.

À la maison, ma famille écoutait du Francis Cabrel, Abba, Pavarotti entre autres. Tout a changé quand j'avais 9 ans et que j'ai découvert le rap. Ce fût une révélation pour moi, une nouvelle façon de m'exprimer et de voir le monde.

Deux ans plus tard, j'ai pris en main mon premier feutre style Posca et j'ai commencé à laisser ma propre empreinte sur les cahiers, les tables puis les murs qui étaient à ma portée. J'ai commencé à m'exprimer artistiquement et à partager ma passion pour le hip hop.

J'ai aussi fait des mixtapes et de la radio (à New York et en France) sous le pseudo de DJ LSM. Je me suis également lancée dans le blogging et le journalisme en devenant Lady Su aux yeux de tout le monde.

En 2012, j'ai donné naissance à HIP HOP BREATH (HHB), une plateforme dédiée à cette culture où j'ai réalisé des interviews d'artistes reconnus, émergents et même des légendes du hip hop. J'ai également créé, écrit et mis en page le magazine BREATH de A à Z, des débuts à ce jour.

Cela fait maintenant 11 ans que je vis le hip hop au quotidien, avec ses hauts et ses bas. Il n'est pas toujours facile de tout faire seule, de créer du contenu, de concrétiser des projets et de mettre en place de nouvelles idées. Mais ma passion pour le hip hop me pousse à continuer et à surmonter tous les obstacles.

Je suis reconnaissante d'avoir pu vivre cette incroyable aventure, de rencontrer des personnes incroyables et de contribuer, à ma manière, à la promotion de cette culture qui me fascine tant.

Je suis impatiente de partager encore plus avec vous et de vous faire découvrir d'autres aspects du hip hop à travers mes futurs posts. En attendant, n'hésitez pas à me poser des questions ou à partager vos propres expériences.

Restez connectés. Peace et Music ! 🎧🎤🎶