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✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　Love You Like A Love Song - Part One :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

F1 Grid X Reader

The grid reacts to a love song you wrote about them.

Part Two

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Max Verstappen

✧Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Max was almost always found on the race track, if not in real life then in the simulator with team redline or just solo streaming. It was his comfort zone, what he knew best. Stepping out of that comfort usually had Max counting down the seconds until it was over and he could go back home to you and the cats, but today was different seeing as he had followed you to the studio on this particular winter morning. You were so secretive on the jet ride to London, furiously scribbling in your leather notebook that was falling apart from being under constant strain of ripped out pages, daily use and the odd time that Sassy got her claws on it when it was left out in odd spaces in their home.

"Tell me again why I had to be here today if I am not allowed to hear the new songs yet?" he mumbled with a cheeky grin as he followed you through the door out of the cold and rainy weather, the recording studio was warm at least. Elliot, your producer, got there before them and had boosted the heat in the building to knock the chill out of your bones before what promised to be a long day in front of the mic. "Because we only have one more song to record Maxie, and I want to know what you think of it." You never really meant to be secretive about your music but the nerves of releasing this particular album were leagues higher than in the past since it was your first studio album since you and Max had started dating a year ago.

You met on night two of the European leg of your last tour, Victoria was a big fan of your music and had dragged Tom and Max to your Amsterdam show. His only exposure to you prior to that night had been through the walls of his sisters home when he came to see his nephews but seeing you on stage that night was the nail in the coffin on his single life. Being the world famous racing driver that he was gave him the chance to meet you after the show and the rest was history.

Which led him to where he was today, sitting on the ridiculously comfortable couch behind the production table watching you working on the final piece of the puzzle that would make up your newest record.

"Alright, lets get playback and do a first run through." Elliot prompted you through the microphone that fed his voice through the soundproof booth into your headset. One nod of acknowledgement from you and the playback started, Max could hear the live feed through the speakers for the first time and the drum beat caused him to sit forward with his full attention.

The last thing he was expecting was the lyrics that came out through those speakers,

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well

You had always joked about him being your muse since the week you started dating, when you would be on dates and he would see you stop dead in your tracks to pull out that notebook.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

He felt the flush in his cheeks and the grin rise on his cheeks before he even had the chance to fully process what was happening. The song you were most excited to show him that you couldn't even wait until the album was finished, it was about him.

After the initial recording session Elliot busied himself with the hundreds of buttons, sliders and dials on the panel in front of him, you crouched to get your water bottle, ready to go again if needed but Max, he couldn't take his eyes off of you even if he tried. When the ok was given from Elliot you crept out from behind the door of the booth with a shy smile on your face as you made your way to stand in front of him, awaiting the reaction of the love of your life.

"so what do you think?"

Max could barely get the words out between the kisses he was peppering all over your face and neck.

"Vic is going to be so jealous I got a song."

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✧Lando Norris

✧Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

Your Vegas show was strategically planned to fall the day before Lando had to be stuck in the paddock all weekend for the first Las Vegas Grand Prix, which led to many of the drivers and their girlfriends to fill up the VIP section of the theatre that housed hundred of excited fans waiting excitedly to see you take the stage.

You and Lando had known each other for years, being in the same year in school up until your GCSE's when he had left to focus on racing and you had moved from England to the states to pursue your music career. You were childhood sweethearts that stood the test of time and the long distance to end up where you are today, both living in Monaco during the off season with you accompanying Lando to each and every race in the last year, spending all your spare time in one of two places, the studio or cuddled up in Lando's arms in the privacy of your apartment. But with your first full studio album skyrocketing you through the charts a world tour soon followed and it had been a few weeks since your schedules had synced up enough to allow you both some real time to spend together. Lando had never been so thankful to have the racing season coming to a close in a few weeks, and with your last 5 shows coming in the following days to wrap up the tour he was ecstatic to have you all to himself for winter break.

His conversation with Oscar and Lily was cut short when the familiar piano notes of 'Emails I Can't Send' ring out through the venue and the screams and cheers of everyone in the room make a dumb grin break out on his face. Your figure appearing on the stage in your iconic tour outfit that Lando was obsessed with, but what made his smile bigger was the slight changes in the style of the outfit that graced your body on the stage, your dress that was usually a hot pink or lavender colour was changed to the oh so familiar papaya colour he knew as his team colours and your white boots had the number 4 emblazoned on them in his iconic neon yellow branding on the chunky heel stem.

The night was electric as he watched you up there, giving the crowd what he would say is the night of their lives as song after hit song was performed with your infectious talent and energy.

Right as the final notes of 'Sue Me' rang out to the crowd he expected the show to end as he knew the set list by heart from being to a few shows at the beginning of the tour, but you weren't leaving the stage and as you started speaking to the crowd his fixed gaze that had been watching you the whole night was broken as he heard the hushed conversation of some of the WAGs that were surrounding him, he barely had time to notice that Alexandra, Lily and Rebecca were looking at him with shit eating grins on their faces and Carlos was recording him on his phone before you stole his attention again.

"So guys, my boyfriend is actually in the crowd tonight." was all you managed to say before the fans cheered, hundreds of faces looking right at him as you let out that beautiful laugh he loves so much before continuing. "Lando is racing in Vegas this weekend and I've been on tour so I haven't been able to see him in like, forever. But the cool thing about that is he hasn't been able to hear this next song, same as you guys."

An unfamiliar melody started to loop through the venue as the cheers of fans kicked up once again. Pure confusion spread across his face as you continued to introduce the new song. "So this is my new single on the deluxe edition of the album and I hope you all enjoy it."

The room was electric as you began to sing, and Lando very quickly realised the reason why everyone of the drivers and their partners surrounding him had the same reaction, because Lando was not expecting to have a song about him drop that very night, but god was he glad it was.

I'll be honest

Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense

Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in

And when you got your arms around me

Ooh, it feels so good I had to jump the octave

His face felt like it was on fire but his ego was growing by the second.

I'm talkin' all around clock

I'm talkin' hope nobody knocks

I'm talkin' opposite of soft

I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts

You gotta keep up with me

I got some young energy

I caught the L-O-V-E

How do you do this to me?

The song began to end and the last lines of the outro had Lando impossibly excited for the night to end so he finally got to have you to himself again.

he loves me so good its downright heinous

this songs P1 in my boyfriends playlist

what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

Oh yeah, he was definitely glad he got you all to himself.

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Oscar Piastri

✧Human - Dodie

University had been consuming what felt like your entire existence, barely having enough time or energy to apply to anything that didn't involve coursework, especially since you had your contemporary song writing final project due in a few days. Life had consisted of spending days locked away in your dorm room in front of your travel keyboard trying to construct a melody that felt lightyears away from you.

"You can't keep rotting away in there you know, I don't think we will get our deposit back if you melt into the carpet."

Hattie had been your best friend from the day you started preschool, your entire lives had been spend joined at the hip, you were unable to be separated in your younger years, down to the first days of school every year which were spent in the Piastri home's kitchen eating a breakfast that Nicole had made while you and Hattie chattered so loud that the whole house was brought to life with your laughter. Your tight bond had extended to today, where you both sat in the shared kitchen of your university housing, cups of tea decorating the table along with a pair of laptops and more sheet music blank than filled.

This had easily become the hardest assignment of your degree for you, where Hattie seemingly had no issue and was just finishing the arrangements of her own work before she got to submit her assignment and go home for summer break, you on the other hand felt like smacking your head against the wall, your fractured concentration being split even further by the commentary coming from your phone that was propped up in front of 6 crumpled pieces of composition paper, the Spanish Grand Prix well underway on the other side of the world, where Hattie's brother (who just so happened to be your boyfriend) was in the final laps of his race weekend.

"I know, I cant for the life of me figure out what's wrong. Nothing I've written feels good enough and I really don't want to fail this assignment. The last thing I need is to be back here in three months to repeat this class."

The voices that seeped from your phone announced that with that final lap the race was over and glancing at the chart that took up the left side of the screen a smile broke out on your face. Hattie let her curiosity get the better of her as she rounded the table to watch over your shoulder. "P2, He will be happy with that."

Your whole body itched for a change of scenery after a further 30 minutes with no progress so while Hattie started on dinner for you both you slipped on a jacket and stuffed your notebook into your pocket, heading outside for some fresh air. The weather had cooled only slightly compared to the usual stifling Australian heat which allowed you to sit under the awning of the bike sheds outside the building. Your phone rings not 2 minutes after you settle into a comfortable position, a the familiar contact flashing on the screen as you swipe to answer.

"Congratulations on your podium, Osc." Your words rang out through the empty courtyard as familiar breathing was heard in your ear, the boy you had loved since your childhood clearly having settled in his drivers room after his race. "Thank you, how is your assignment going? Still giving you trouble?" Your audible groan at the mention of the demonic workload hanging over your week was met with warm laughter on the other end of the phone. "That bad huh?"

"I don't know why but I haven't been able to focus enough to even get a melody going, everything I've tried sounds like it was written by The Wiggles." The snort of laughter that rang through her ears eased the stress that held her body hostage by the second and her own laughter broke out to match. "Hey, everyone loves The Wiggles, I think you would make a very cute Wiggle personally."

Oscar's words had her breaking up laughing this time. "Yeah, you would say that." Her voice taunted him over the line, memories flooding her mind of the ridiculous stories that Nicole had told her when she and Oscar had first gotten together when he came back after graduating from his British boarding school, about Oscar being five years old and in love with the Yellow Wiggle at that stage in his life. "I know you can make something amazing, everything you write is so incredible but you need to be kinder to yourself love, you're only human after all."

Oscar's advice rang through her mind as she ended the call with him, his presence being required to go to his post race debrief before he could go to the airport to fly back home to start the summer break with her. Before she could blink the floodgates in her mind finally let loose the creativity that she had been craving since she began the writing process a week ago. Sprinting up the stairs she had just enough time to grab the bowl of spaghetti Hattie had prepared her with a rushed thank you thrown over her shoulder.

An hour and a half later she finally submitted the dreaded assignment and packed her microphone away with the rest of her minimal recording equipment, quickly attaching the audio file to a text and sending it to Oscar before the night caught up with her and she drifted off to sleep in the navy blue OP81 hoodie that she wore to death.

The next morning was hectic, full of packing and cleaning as both girls got ready to pack up Hattie's car and get on the road, with the semester finally over and the promise of a few weeks on the road with Oscar melting the last of her stress. In the chaos of the morning she didn't get to check her messages until noon, where she was met with two texts, one from Logan and one from Oscar.

Oscars message was opened first, a quick 'I knew you could do it <3' sent in the middle of the night, considering the time difference it must have been when he was getting on his flight. The message from Logan showed a video of Oscar sitting on the plane, her voice playing through the speakers of Oscars phone as he stared at it with pure adoration in his eyes.

I want to give you your grin So tell me you can't bear a room that I'm not in Paint me in trust I'll be your best friend Call me the one This night just can't end Oh Oh, I'm so human We're just human

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George Russell

✧Bewitched - Laufey

"Remind me why I'm doing this again, this feels like something that I shouldn't be allowed to do."

The ball of stress that stood in front of George pacing in a midnight blue evening gown would have been the funniest thing in the world to him if he was looking at anyone in the world other than you, his beautiful girlfriend who looked about 3 seconds away from passing out. This seemed like an appropriate time as any for you to suddenly develop stage fright, because you were used to busking on the streets of London with your guitar in your teenage years, eventually moving up to small, intimate gigs in your early 20s to crowds that seemed smaller than a classroom, this was in a whole different ballpark. George met you when you both attended a charity event three years before that was funding for sick children across the UK, part of what drew him to you was your unwavering confidence that you walked through life with, he supposed that musicians had to be born with a certain level of audacity but you were unlike anyone he had ever met before, which is why your anxious behaviour was such a shock to the system.

It eventually became too much for George to take as he stood from his seat in the dressing room and held you firm by the hips, halting you from burning a permanent line in the ridiculously expensive carpet that lined the floors. That seemed to do the trick as you finally managed to take a deep enough breath to ease the tension in your body long enough to look him in the eyes. "What if it's shit Georgie?"

Your statement pulled a chuckle from him before he he could think to stop it. "Impossible love, you've never been shit at anything you've ever done." His reassurance sent a visible comfort through your body as the rest of your muscles relaxed. "Except for padel, you are brutal at padel." George took the laugh that lit up the room as a good sign, god he loved your laugh, he once described it as reminding him of sleigh bells at Christmas which got a good laugh out of Lando and Alex, they still hadn't let him live it down, not that he minded much.

The knock at the door sent your body rigid once more as the stage hand that had been sent for you poked his head around the door to give you a 5 minute warning until you took to the stage. It was unlike anything you had ever done before, George supposed that being invited to perform at one of the most prestigious concert halls in the UK was daunting to begin with, but being asked to perform at their anniversary celebration that was being attended by what seemed like every important person they could think of, royalty included, well George was impressed that this was the extent of your nerves. A big deal indeed.

"You'll be watching me the whole time?"

Your request was endearing if unnecessary, because there were very few moments in his life now that George was not totally enraptured by you, he had been the muse of many memes in his time but his favourite had to be all the times that journalists and fans alike had compiled evidence of the many times that George was probably supposed to be paying attention to something, a meeting, a conversation, but his eyes never left you. "I'll be in the wings the entire time my love, now go, break a leg."

Heavy velvet curtains hid him from sight as the lights faded on to reveal you, centre stage and framed by a beautiful orchestra. The polite applause was so different from the screams of fans that he was used to hearing on a race weekend, but it set the tone as the orchestra began to play, now George was familiar with pretty much every song you had ever written due to how often your voice could be heard through your shared home, but this song was completely new, you had kept it under lock and key deeming it a surprise. As your voice joined the strings and woodwinds he began to realise that this was a wonderful surprise indeed.

You bewitch me Every damn second you're with me I try to think straight But I'm falling so badly, I'm coming apart You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart And bewitched me Bewitch You bewitched me

As the audience broke out into thunderous applause and you took your bow, George took a moment to pat the small square box in the pocket of his suit jacket, the box that held the promise of forever.

Bewitched was the only word word to describe him.

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Logan Sargeant

✧Pancakes for Dinner - Lizzy Mc Alpine

In the last few years Logan had been away from his family and friends during the Fourth of July weekend. It was never easy, he spent most of his childhood surrounded by all the people he loved most, with barbecue food and football on the beach filling up the day, the celebrations starting early in the morning and ending with the insane firework display at night. They were some of his favourite memories, the ones that comforted him on the days and nights when his career started to feel like a noose around his neck that tightened with every race weekend that didn't go according to plan.

Which is why he was so happy that this year, the race calendar perfectly bordered his beloved holiday, with Austria ending mere hours before he found himself on a flight back to Florida to celebrate on his week off before Silverstone. Seeing his family was a welcome reprieve from his hectic life, but seeing you was the cherry on top of a perfect week.

The firepit that roared at the beginning of the night had died down to a comforting glow, the beach behind his family home now empty apart from you and him, the rest of the guests gone inside to continue the festivities in the house. "It's good to have you back Lo, I miss you a lot when you're off living the dream" your voice carries across the space between you as you messed with the guitar that sat on your lap, beer forgotten at your feet as you strummed random chords. You had always been his best friend ever since you both met at a karting track as kids, he used to race with your brother before he decided that baseball was his calling, but you and Logan were attached at the hip until he left to move to England to take his career to another level. Now your friendship consisted of facetime calls, battling with time zone differences instead of a 10 minute walk to your house. "You should agree to come to more races then, you know you're invited to basically every one right?"

In reality he knew that globetrotting with him to a new country every fortnight wasn't that simple. You were a veterinary nurse in Florida and he was a racing driver, both of your schedules too hectic to allow for any real time spent together that didn't involve him making the trip back to his hometown. "You really want to put me and your boss on the same continent, I'm too pretty to go to jail!"

The two of you busted up into laughter at the idea of James Vowels being unfortunate enough to be close enough to you that you could finally give the man a piece of your mind. "I do miss Lily though, so might have to take some time off for Austin this year." The fake offended noise that left his lips made you laugh hard enough that Logan was sure his neighbours could hear you. He was sure that the only bond that could rival the one you shared with him was the one that you held with his teammates girlfriend, the fact that you had spent more time at the golf course with Lily this year than you had seeing him face to face sparked emotions in him that he wasn't quite ready to acknowledge.

"What are you playing there?"

The sly smile that crept up onto your face, illuminated by the firelight made his heart stutter, your answer didn't betray your emotions as you started strumming the melody more clearly.

"I wrote you something."

Logan swore his pulse started up in double time as you met his eyes. You had played guitar since you were eight years old but your own songs had been secret for as long as he can remember. But something in the moment caused you to let him into a part of your life he was sure he would never see.

"Play it for me."

The world around them was muffled and felt a million miles away as you nodded before training your eyes on the black ocean in front of you both. Lyrics flowing from you before you changed your mind.

I wanna eat pancakes for dinner I wanna get stuck in your head I wanna watch a T.V. show together And when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed I wanna go out on the weekends I wanna dress up just to get undressed I think that I should probably tell you this In case there is an accident And I never see you again So please save all your questions for the end And maybe I'll be brave enough by then

Laughter from the house behind you both broke the electric energy that filled the air.

"So? What do you think?"

Logan could only hope his kiss was worth a thousand words.

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Alex Albon

✧Juno - Sabrina Carpenter

There wasn't a person alive that believed the joke that Alexander Albon was the biggest WAG in the world than the man himself. While he spent his days driving his Williams car in the midfield of the F1 grid he was more than aware that you kissed him good morning every day you spent together, only to go and play a sold out concert to a stadium of adoring fans, of which Alex was your biggest.

He still found himself pinching his arm whenever he saw you, either on stage playing the global superstar or in the comfort of your own home playing with your puppy Juniper. It seemed uncharacteristic of him when he slid into your DM's one night after seeing a concert with his sisters, but fate apparently had his cards picked out in his favour when you visited a race a few weeks later as a guest of Red Bull and he got to meet you in person, the rest was history as you had been dating the Thai driver ever since.

The distance wasn't always easy but this particular summer break lined up perfectly with the end of the US leg of your most recent tour, which is how you both ended up spending your three week break in Bali, completely wrapped up in each other with no work interruptions.

Until today that is.

His place in your shared bed gave him the perfect view of you pacing the balcony of the villa that had been rented for the duration of your stay. His eyes easily following your body as it appeared in the doorway before disappearing just as quick, back and forth as you spoke to your management team on the phone, a call which was hitting the forty minute mark, causing his patience to wear thin. Luckily just before the call was about to hit an hour in length you ended it and your figure bounding back into the room caused him to sit up against the headboard. You grabbed your laptop from your bag before sliding back into bed, lips meeting his before you settled in and began furiously searching through the files on your desktop.

"what part of vacation do they not understand?" he groaned, his face finding the crook of your neck as you let out a laugh, nudging his side.

"That was Marcus, Short and Sweet drops in an hour."

Alex could feel the excitement vibrating through your body. Your most recent album had been in the works for months and while he usually got to live through the entire process with late night writing sessions and studio visits between races, you had been oddly secretive when it came to this one. He was excited for you, he loved your voice and your music was what had brought you together so seeing you continue to make the music that made you so happy made the challenges that came with your relationship worth it.

A soft "aha" pulled him out of his daydream as you pulled up the folder that contained the songs. He sat up again, ready for the full listening party that he was so used to at this point. Which is why his proud grin turned a tad confused as you dragged the cursor down to the third to last track on the album, his question died on his tongue as you pressed play on the file titled Juno (A.A<3) and the music started to pour through the speakers of your laptop.

Oh, I know you want my touch for life If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno You know I just might (Might) Let you lock me down tonight One of me is cute, but two though? Give it to me, baby You make me wanna make you fall in love

His ears burned as the song ended and by the look on your face he was reacting exactly how you wanted.

"So? What do you think?"

Your laptop tumbled onto a stray cushion that found its way onto the floor, as he tackled you back onto the sheets. laughter filling the room.

Thank god for the end of the tour.

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Part two will be up asap. Requests are open.

Hope you enjoyed!

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[helluvapoison]

Adam x Reader imagine finding lyrics to a song adam wrote for you

[Name’s Song], he wrote at the top, an arrow pointing tot he scribble, that’s a fucking cliche

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you've lost count of how long it's been since... whatever happened, happened. you didn't have clearance to know why or how. that made it all the harder to accept it but he's gone; he died. you weren't ignorant to what he does— did— for heaven. it was a secret (or supposed to be, anyways) but adam loved to boast and you were his favorite person to brag to. he loved the way you would halfheartedly clap and praise him upon his returns.

"don't i deserve a kiss for all my hard work, babe? protecting you ain't easy, y'know."

you would scoff, "oh, don't i know it. c'mere my big, strong savior."

maybe you didn't know. you thought you did. everything was confusing now. his absence was noticeable, an unavoidable topic.

you haven't been able to bring yourself to touch the keys to his place, much less go to it. which was dumb, right? everywhere in heaven was a reminder of him! why did his penthouse seem so frightening without him in it? you'd been there countless times before now.

having a key of her own, lute went there already. she doesn't talk to you anymore, she doesn't even look at you when you pass by on the street and try to wave, but there's an unspoken promise between you that neither of you would get rid of his shit. or touch it, it seems. adam's place is a disaster, the very same one you saw the last time you were here.

"clean this up for me before i get back, yeah?"

your breath hitches, fingers trembling looking for the light switch before you remembered he had those stupid clap-activated ones. darkness it is. you only needed a picture and he had the only one. it was the very first you took together at heaven's winter carnival, a photo booth slide of four funny faces that he demanded to have. damn near threw a tantrum over keeping it, actually.

pausing at the bedroom door, your eyes dance over the room while memories flash, a plethora of scenes you've lived in here. bringing him soup when he was stubborn and sick, falling asleep on his chest, tossing dirty clothes at each other in fits of laughter, arguments, break ups, make ups, movie marathons, video game tournaments. the time he thought you were asleep and whispered he might be scared of loving you.

with blurry eyes you forced yourself to his bedside table, pulling open the drawer with unnecessary force. not in there. you sighed as you dropped to your knees beside his bed, pushing the sheets away and blindly reaching under for the box you knew he kept under there. he wasn't terribly organized keeping all this abandoned songs in a shoe box under the bed but the picture was sitting on top in pristine condition.

then you saw it. your name in his handwriting-- multiple times along the page. you read all too quickly the heartfelt confession amongst the swears and notes that made it unequivocally adam's. he called you a storm, turning his life upside down and sideways in a way that could only be love in it's truest form.

and fuck, if that didn't make this all the harder.

[zepskies]

Being Human - Part 3

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.

AN: Remember that in this point in the season, we're in the year 2020 (DA season 2 was released in 2001). And we're about to dive into some rocky waters...

Chapter Summary: The weight of Alec’s secret is starting to create fractures. Because now, you have a secret of your own.

Song Inspo: “Attention” by Avant (ft. Snoop Dog)

Word Count: 4,400

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! For smut, elements of mate claiming, fluff, angst, perilous situations, and a cliffhanger...

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Part 3: Complications

These are the nights you live for.

The gang’s all here at Crash. You’re accompanied by Max, Logan, Original Cindy, and a fruity cocktail Alec got for you. Though you roll your eyes at the way your boyfriend is trying to hook people into playing a game of pool with him, clearly so he can hustle them. The man has freakish skills.

He’s already won two or three paychecks’ worth off Sketchy, who bows out by necessity.

“Come on. Anyone, anyone! Step right up and test your skills!” Alec calls throughout the back of the bar.

“Babe, would you give it up?” you say, even though you’re smiling. “No one wants to get swindled.”

He turns to you, zeroing in with a flirtatious grin.

“Want to try your hand, sweetheart?” he asks.

You snort. “I think not.”

“Aw, come on. We don’t even have to play for cash. How about sexual favors?” he offers. The more he thinks about it, the more he likes that idea, with a growing smile. His gaze locks on yours. 

“I wouldn’t even mind losing,” he says, giving you a cocky wink. 

You smile, fighting a blush. Max and Cindy roll their eyes. Logan ducks his head in amusement.  

“That white boy nonsense actually works on you?” Cindy asks.

You take a decided sip of your cocktail in lieu of answering.

In the end, Logan steps up to the plate, to much cajoling. When he actually wins, Alec is forced to accept a bruised ago as he forks over $50.

You beckon him over and he joins your half-booth table. You lean against him after he slides in behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, and you know he doesn’t care all that much about the game.

You all cut up as usual for a while, laughing and telling stories from the day of package slinging. Logan patiently listens to all of you Jam Pony alumni commiserating over how each of you would choose to prank Normal (if there were no repercussions). Sketchy ends up with the best idea: putting super glue in the glue stick the man uses on his hair.

When the laughter dies down, Alec offers to buy the next round of beer. He often does, you’ve noticed; he’s a generous person, whether he thinks of himself that way or not. Logan gets up to join him at the bar, wanting to chip in for the pitcher with his “new winnings.”

You shake your head at that. Alec’s pride probably won’t allow competition from Logan for a second time tonight.

“We’re about to be short-staffed again,” says Cindy, earning your attention. “Jenny got knocked up.”

Max’s brows raise, while you give a happy clap and a sound of excitement.

“Oh, good for her! She and Carlos have been trying for months.”

“Hmph. That is one thing I’m not envious of,” Cindy says.

“No kids on your wishlist?” you ask.

“Not a chance, boo,” she replies.

You turn to Max next. “Are you in Miss Anti-Family’s camp too?”

“Hey, ain’t nobody said I’m anti-family,” Cindy cut in. “I believe it comes in all shapes and sizes, and they don’t gotta be your blood.”

You take a moment to think about what she’s saying, and you conceded with a nod and a smile.

“Fair enough, OC. You’ve got it right,” you gestured at her with the hand that held your drink. She clinks her half-empty beer with your glass. Both of you then turn to Max with expectant gazes, still waiting on her answer.

“I’m not into all that domestic stuff, really,” she says. Though her gaze drifts toward Logan, who’s still arguing with Alec at the bar. “My life’s complicated enough.”

Cindy snorts into her glass. You don’t quite get it; maybe because you don’t really know Max all that well, for how often you guys hang out. It’s like she keeps you at an arm’s length. It hurts you sometimes, when you see how close she is with Cindy, but you suppose it’s her right to keep her circle small.

The world’s become a lot tougher after the Pulse. The more people know about you, the more they can use it against you. That’s why finding people you can trust, and even love, is all the more precious.

You glance over at the bar again, where Logan and Alec have seemed to come to a consensus. (Logan’s bowed out of paying for beer.) Alec has a victorious little smile on his face. He looks over, as if sensing your gaze, and he shoots you a wink. Your smile grows.

Meanwhile, Max and Cindy watch you with twin looks of wry amusement.

“So you want the family package, huh?” Cindy asks.

You twirl your straw around your glass.

“I haven’t thought all that hard about it, but…I wouldn’t mind, with the right person.”

Max chortles, pointing a finger towards the bar. “You think that’s Alec?”

Cindy’s brows furrow slightly as she shoots her friend a warning look. You bite your lip and look down at your drink. 

“Now’s not the right time but, maybe someday,” you reply.

Later that night, you treat yourself to a bath in Alec’s apartment. The heater here is amazing. His place is so spacious, with a huge TV in the living room worthy of his obsession with cartoons and soap operas. 

He has another one in the bedroom, where he’s made himself comfortable watching some old sitcom. 

When you eventually get out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, Alec is predictably glued to the TV. You don’t even think he’s noticed you when you walk by him to grab the change of clothes from your overnight bag, but he pulls you into his lap before you can get dressed. 

“Why the hell do you need clothes?” he says, stealing a kiss. “Those cumbersome things.”

You giggle, and he smiles against your lips. He rolls you underneath him on the bed and you help divest him of his clothes, down to his boxer briefs. He’s in a good mood tonight, you can tell.

He takes one corner of your towel and peels it off you slowly, until your body is bare for his gaze. His eyes take in every inch of you before they make it back to your lightly blushing face.

He smiles, and he takes down the messy bun from your head to have your hair fanning wildly across his pillows. Your hands move across his chest and further down, but he puts a stop to your exploration. He grasps your wrists and pins them down to the bed with a strength you can’t escape.

You raise your brows. “Alec?”

“Trust me,” he says, dipping down to kiss your neck. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

You suck in a breath. Far be it from you to argue with that.

“Is this one of those sexual favors?” you tease.

He laughs against your skin. “You’re about to find out.”

Then his mouth drifts away from your neck, burning a hot, wet trail across your dewy skin. He finds his way between your breasts, before he lavishes attention to each one. While his tongue swirls around one pert bud, he rolls the other under his thumb and pinches just hard enough to elicit a gasp from you.

Your back arches off the bed a bit; your fingers rake through his sandy hair, clenching whenever he finds a sensitive spot. Both your grip and your voice spur him on, letting him know he’s in the right direction.

You don’t know this, of course, but before a few months ago, he wasn’t so well-versed in this arena. He’s learned his way down a woman’s body with much practice. And he’s come to find that every one of them is different, each with their own set of tells, as he likes to call them.

For example, he knows that even you don’t mind it fast and rough, you prefer it slow, like this. You like a full work up, with his lips dragging down below your navel and his thumbs guiding your knees open, so he can slot himself between your legs.

Already you’re breathing deeper as he makes his way down, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the inside of your left thigh. His tongue licks a languid stripe up the seam of your pussy.

“Alec,” you whine, like you want him to speed up the pace. Maybe you do, but all he gives you is a smirk from between your legs.

“Patience is a virtue,” he teases.

You huff and will yourself to be virtuous, closing your eyes with deep breaths. “Please…”

He chuckles. “I gotcha, baby. Don’t worry.”

His hand slides up your lower belly, both to comfort you and to hold you down. You cover his hand with yours, but your nails soon dig into his skin as his fingers deftly slip past your folds and find your entrance.    

“Already drenched for me, I see,” he remarks approvingly. He gathers some wetness and finds your clit, circling with the pads of his fingers. He searches for the right angle, using the sound of your voice to guide him.

When you suck in a gasp and shudder, he knows he’s found the right spot. He replaces his hand with his tongue, while he slips two fingers deep inside you. As he works you over, unrelenting when your hips threaten to raise off the bed, he holds you down with a firm hand. Your hands fist in his hair as your eyes close and your mouth drops open with your moans.

Finally, you buck against his chin and let out a wordless cry. He feels your wetness coat his tongue and knows he’s making you come. Your inner walls are still quivering around his fingers when he slips them out of you. He actually licks them clean, making you shiver again at the sight.

Alec crawls back up the length of your body while you catch your breath. He smiles down on you and brushes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Not about to pass out on me, are you?” he asks. A teasing gleam is in his eyes. “I think I can resuscitate you.”

You laugh breathily in response and pull him down to you, crashing his lips to yours. You taste yourself on his tongue, which isn’t unpleasant. Your nails drag down the back of his neck. Alec groans into your mouth and sinks his fingers into your hair.

Now he’s more on your wavelength as you reach for the waistband of his boxer brief and quickly roll them down. He helps you by kicking them the rest of the way off, allowing you to wrap your thighs around his hips tightly.

“Hey, wait a second,” he says, laughing with his forehead pressed to yours. He grabs your hips and angles you a bit higher, then he reaches between your bodies and holds the painfully hard, weeping head of his cock at your entrance.

He meets your eyes, and you smile and squeeze the back of his neck in encouragement.

As slowly as he can manage, he pushes inside you. He stretches open your inner walls inch by inch. Both of you take in deep breaths and utter mingled moans as he continues to push inside, until the head of his cock reaches the very depths of you.

You toss your head back against the pillow with a heavy breath.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod, licking your lips. “Just move, baby, please.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He likes when you call his name, but he thinks he likes even more when you call him baby. He knows that you mean it, unlike women he’s had to pay for.

But he doesn’t want to think about any of those exploits when he’s with you—there’s no comparison. He slides out almost the full length of his cock, before he pushes back in. He builds a slow, sensuous, steady rhythm that serves both of you well.

He actually works up a sweat, and you help him by meeting his thrusts, encouraging him whenever you give him your voice, your instructions and praises, your hands attempting to squeeze the circulation out of his arms.

He's so focused on rocking your world (and his own) that he doesn’t realize what you’re about to do.

He’s deep inside you when you brush your hand along his jaw and utter the truth.

“I love you,” you whisper. 

Alec pauses. 

Both of you are breathing hard, but the fact that he doesn’t say anything makes you freeze. Neither of you have said that before. You hold in your breath. 

Alec’s pupils are blown wide as he dips down, nosing along your throat before he begins to move inside you again. You moan in response as your legs squeeze his hips. He sinks his teeth just above where your neck meets your shoulder, making you gasp and arch against him, gripping his hair tight. 

The way you’re squeezing him so tightly, from the inside out, means he reaches his shuddering end before you do, but he still makes sure you get there for a second time. His fingers reach between you to press and circle around your clit before his last few hard thrusts. It has you coiled tight, before you gasp and moan your release. 

He licks a long stripe along your neck. You hiss in pain when he laps over tender flesh. 

“Sorry,” he pants. 

“You got me good, Count Dracula,” you quip. 

Alec breathes warmly against your ear. He pulls back and examines the bite mark on your neck. He barely remembers doing it.

It’s like…some kind of claim.

Like an animal, he thinks wryly. For the first time, he wonders just what the hell they put into his cocktail at Manticore. 

He clears his throat. 

“Uh, I’m sorry,” he says, contritely. “Didn’t mean to…”

You slide your hands up his arms and catch his gaze. You smile in amusement, even though you’re blushing.

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

The two of you don’t talk about what you said.

Or what he didn’t say.  

You don’t know what’s happening, but you think it stems from that night.

Alec begins to pull away from you. 

Dinner plans get “rain checked.” Trips to the farmer’s market, to the park, to Pike Place get cancelled. 

For the next few weeks, the only time you see him is at work or at Crash, or occasionally in the line for boxed and canned goods in Sector 2. 

Max can’t give you a straight answer on what’s going on with him (and really, you should be able to figure out your own boyfriend without her help). So you finally have to put your foot down.

You try to pull him aside at work, in front of the Jam Pony building. He’s on his way in, while you’d been on your way out. 

“Alec, can I talk to you?” you ask. He gives you a strained, apologetic look. 

“I’ve gotta pick up my next deliveries.”

“Alec, please,” you implore. You squeeze his arm enough to hold his attention. “I feel like…like you’re avoiding me. Is there something going on?”

His expression dims further. “I’ve just been really busy.”

“We’re always busy. That’s not it.” You frown, and your body tenses. “Is there…someone else?”

Alec briefly closes his eyes, emitting a short sigh. “No. Nothing like that.”

You let out a subtle breath of relief, because you do believe him this time. But that just makes your next question even more difficult. Your arms cross, to disguise the way you’re bracing for a figurative blow. 

“Then…have I done something wrong?” you ask. 

That hurts Alec even more. Though his training, so deeply ingrained, allows him not to show it. 

“No. No, it’s not you,” he says, wiping a hand over his mouth. “It’s… Listen, I just think we needa slow down a bit, you know?”

“Slow down?” you ask. A trill of panic laces down your spine. “Is it about…what I said?”

Alec doesn’t want to answer, but you both know then that you’ve hit the nail on the head. 

“I just need some space,” he says. “I think it’ll be better for both of us.”

“Really?” you ask. Your voice flattens, and hot tears well up in your eyes.

It threatens to undo him. Somehow, he’s able to hold firm in what he believes he has to do, in order to protect you. Even from himself.

Alec reaches for your cheek. He hesitates just slightly, but he drops a kiss on your forehead.

You don’t want to let him. You can’t help it though; you savor his touch. You feel his warm lips on your skin, and then he’s gone by the time you open your eyes.  

A few days later, you still feel like hell. You manage to reach your locker and you lean against it. Your stomach churns with nausea—the constant sign of your stress as you try to get through your morning.  

On the TV, some government agent is exposing a genetics company called Manticore. That it created “transgenic” subjects as genetically engineered soldiers, often using animal DNA. They escaped almost a year ago now.

They’re not human. They’re living among you. They’re dangerous, and you have a right to be scared.

You’re only half-listening, because the truth is, this sounds like a bunch of fearmongering bullshit, and you’re too tired to be all that alarmed. Humans are dangerous enough, as far as you’re concerned.

The government is probably trying to cover up something even more heinous by concocting this ridiculous story.

You rest your cheek against the cool metal of your locker and just stand there for a while in time in space. You don’t care much about the world around you, until Max comes into your line of vision. She touches your arm.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks.

“I’m fine.” A vast overstatement, though you know that you aren’t convincing anyone.

You look up just in time to see Alec standing at his own locker. He’d been glancing at you and Max, but being caught by your gaze makes him turn away, closing his locker as he leaves.

Max’s lips press together. She returns her attention to you in thinly veiled concern.

“What happened exactly?” she asks.

“Max, I don’t know,” you confess. “Things were fine. They were good.” 

You let out a deep, exhausted breath.

Oh yeah, you haven’t been sleeping much lately either. 

“Deep in my gut, I have this feeling. Like he’s going through something,” you say. “Or he’s hiding something from me. He just won’t talk to me. Every time it feels like we’re headed somewhere good, solid, he pulls away. I can’t fucking do it anymore, Max. I just can’t take it.”

You slam your locker closed and try to get on with your day before your tears fall. Max sighs and watches you go.

She doesn’t know that you head to the bathroom and heave your breakfast into the toilet bowl, spilling what little you could keep down this morning.

You haven’t been sighted at Crash in weeks, but Alec comes here every night, Max notices. He drinks alone tonight, once again looking more woe is me than ever.

It boils her blood.

She takes a seat next to him and punches his arm with a heavy dose of her transgenic strength. Alec flinches with a cry of protest, but she just glares at him.

“Why are you doing this to her? To yourself?” she demands. 

Alec wants to glare at her, but he doesn’t have it in him. He just quirks his head and sips his drink. He doesn’t even know what kind of liquor this is, but the bartender promised it’s the strongest thing he has back there.

“Leave it alone, Maxie,” Alec says, as he takes a sip. Though strongest be damned, he’s slammed down four of these and he’s still not drunk. Ain’t that a bitch.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

“I don’t?” Max raises her brows. “You’re fucking with her head and her heart. And for what? So you can have a little pity party?”

Alec does glare at her this time. “You know what, why don’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”

“Not until you tell me,” she demands. “Why’re you pushing away someone who clearly cares about you? Not that I get why. If this selfish, pigheaded, asshole behavior is supposed to be charming, then maybe she’s better off without you.”

He slams down his glass hard enough for liquor to slosh out over his hand. 

“Don’t you get it?! That’s exactly it,” he hisses, low enough that only the two of them can hear. “When are you going to understand that we’re a threat to them? We’re being hunted every damn day. You think Ames White and his cult cronies’ll think twice about a little collateral damage?”

“Alec—”

“You think you and Logan are any different?” he adds. “Let me remind you, you were a danger to him even before a genetically engineered virus came into the picture.”

She’s angry, but he knows she can’t argue with logic. They both know that Alec is speaking from a place of experience. 

“So you’re just gonna break her heart?” she asks. “Again?”

Alec shakes his head and casts his gaze down into brown liquor. Max leans toward him with a steely glower. 

“You’re a coward,” she says, before she slips away. 

Alec wipes his wet hand on his jeans.

…Maybe she’s right, he thinks. You’ll probably end up regretting the day you ever met him, but at least you’ll be alive to hate him.

“Oh God,” you utter, a hand covering your mouth. 

You haven’t been to the doctor in several years, but you managed to scrape enough money together to afford this little test. It gave you a more definitive answer on why you’ve spent the last few weeks fighting sickness and fatigue in equal measure. 

How could this have happened? You were on birth control. What could possibly have…

You don’t know what possesses you to go hunting for the little round packet in the medicine cabinet. You examine its contents and confirm that you haven’t missed even one pill of your pharmacy-issued birth control.

On the bottom of the packet, however, you spy something small in the fine print: EXP – 02/2017.

Expired…THREE YEARS AGO?!  

Apparently, you can’t put it past pharmacies to sell outdated meds now.

You sit alone on your couch in silence for nearly an hour. You run down every scenario, every path you could possibly take and try to consider its most likely outcome.

Medical care is a joke nowadays, unless you're still part of the wealthy 1%. That also includes...termination.

Even you did try to find a way to do it, somehow scrounging up the money to end this, the thought alone makes your heart ache.

Alec is young, and so are you. You two had barely been together for six months before he basically broke up with you, and you're not even sure how he'll react when you tell him. (At this point, you don't have high hopes.)

And yet, it hurts. What you'd told Original Cindy was the truth; you want a family. You're tired of being alone, even though the two options laid out before you scare you in equal measure.

A thousand thoughts are still running through your mind, contradicting each other with brutal logic, versus what your heart tells you. But one decision is certain...

You need to talk to Alec first.

You wait until the morning at Jam Pony HQ, when you’ve settled your nerves enough to see Alec. 

He never shows up for work, even an hour into shift. Damn it.

Okay, you suppose you’ll have to do this another way. You grab your phone, and you call him. 

Thankfully, he picks up on the fourth ring. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you reply, a bit awkwardly. The two of you haven’t spoken in nearly a month. 

“What’s up?” He doesn’t sound like himself. He sounds guarded, almost hesitant.

“We need to talk, Alec.”

He blows out a sigh. “Look, I haven’t changed my mind.”

You swallow past the pain.

“I know," you dully reply. "It’s not about that, but this isn’t a conversation I want to have digitally.”

“...Okay,” he relents, with another sigh. He sounds a bit distracted. “Uh, I’m taking care of something right now, but I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you stop by my place after work?”

You nod. “Okay, I’ll meet you there.”

Of course, it’s hard to focus on your work after that. You wonder how many months you have until you can’t work anymore. Until you’ll have to fend for yourself…and for your child. 

With or without Alec, you plan to do whatever it takes.

So you do your best, as you always do, to get through your day. You fight exhaustion and nausea and anxiety with every delivery, but at the end of the day, you have a clipboard full of signatures and a clean docket.

You leave right at 7:00 p.m. to head over to Alec’s apartment. You use your spare key to unlock the door and find the apartment shrouded in darkness. You flip on the closest light switch before you turn to shut and lock the door behind you. 

The door pushes open abruptly. 

It knocks straight into you and throws you off your feet. You crash with a pained cry into a wooden table, knocking off a half-empty glass of whiskey that cuts into your arm when it breaks. 

A pair of strong hands take hold of you and haul you up, spinning you around. You stare up with wide eyes into the face of a man you think you’ve actually seen before. He’s tall, white, dark hair, piercing eyes.

On the news, you realize. You saw him on the news.

“Where is 494?” he demands to know.

You blink in confusion and fear. “What?”

The man rolls his eyes.

“Alec McDowell,” he says.

Your breath stills in your lungs.

“Why’re you looking for him?” you ask. “You…you work for the government.”

“That’s right.” His smile is thin. “It’s a federal matter. And I suggest you tell me what I want to know.”

His grip on your arm tightens enough to make you whimper.

“I don’t know where he is,” you blurt out. Mostly because it’s the truth.

He raises a brow. “He lives here, doesn’t he?” 

You refuse to answer, but the man lowers his gun and seats you forcefully on the couch. 

“Then we’ll wait.”

Minutes turn to an hour. Alec’s late—a fact you’re half relieved about, and half cursing him for. You turn to the man who holds you at gunpoint without even looking at you. Though you instinctively know that any attempts to run will be short-lived. 

His men wait by the door with guns at the ready. 

“Who are you?” you ask. 

The man turns his head and gives you a cold smile. “Agent White, at your service.”

“Okay, Agent White. Why are you after Alec?”

“Oh, I’ve been looking for him for a long time,” he says. 

You frown, with pursed lips. “Why? What do you think he’s done?”

“It’s not what he’s done. It’s what he is,” White says. “Him, and everyone like him.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” you snap.

White rolls his eyes. He lets out a sharp sigh before he stands. He grabs you up along with him. Fear churns inside you, tightening in your throat. 

“I have a better idea,” White says. “Instead of using you as leverage to make him come quietly, I think I’ll just let him walk in, nice and easy. He’ll find you gutted. On the floor. And then I’ll do the same to him.”

Frightened tears well up in your eyes when his grip moves and tightens on your jaw, like he’s thinking about breaking your neck. 

“Wait, please!” you plead. “I’m pregnant!”

White actually pauses, tilting his head. He smiles.

“Interesting.”

AN: Ames White has entered the chat...

EDIT (2-05-24): I made some edits here on the reader's thoughts of what she should do after her discovery. In hindsight, I realized I'd left out some aspects of the world. Specifically how access to medical care would influence her decision vs. what this particular character wants for herself.

Next Time:

“Hello, 494.” A man’s voice—one that Alec would know anywhere. It prickles his skin with unease and makes his blood boil all at once.

“Ames White.” Alec’s teeth grind. “What game are you playing now?”

“This isn’t a game. It’s business,” White claims. “I have something you want. How much are you willing to pay to make sure she stays alive?”

Alec forces himself to calm down, even though his pulse is racing.

“What do you want?”

“You. And 452. With no bullshit on your end,” the agent replies. “Or this girl is going to pay that price for you.”

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Alan’s Spa Day

Alan Ritchson flew off the continent of North America to secret hidden location of his own choice as the helicopter lands the propellers stop and he exits to see one skinny young man who is awaiting him. Alan stood tall over him like fucking tower built like a tank walking up to him as his feet pounds the feet because he is so god damn heavy and walks in to a swinging door to his new life. The man guiding him in to the side hall way to lead him in to the locker room as he lifts his shirt up exposing his body to the air that inhabits the room something about the room gets to him. The shirt flips through the air as his hands land on to his pants firmly landing on to the tip of his as he swoons and he his hands are now firmly planted on to his belt as he is at it undoing the belt letting it drop to the floor in a quick action. The man exits the room in to another side of the building standing in front of a private control booth closing the door as I flick the switch and everything locks down flicking another switch as the intensity of the air fills the room.He begins to swoon as I can hear him begin to struggle removing his pants kicking them off of his feet landing on to the bench he is sweating and wiping off the watts on his body he takes a deep huff and he laughs his butt off.I flip another switch as the camera blurs on to the television dropping his pants as his defining muscles sculpting like a God begin to ripple before me, he spun about with his ass so huge popping up as if jiggle a bit in action. A smile spreading across his face with facial expression as he bigs to giggle loudly out of control, he grabs his cock to begin to play with it slinging down as he is stroking with it so hard and I can’t wait to see the moment he cums. “OH FUCK! AHH! WHAT? OOOHHH! How the hell am I so hard right now? I can’t cum! What the fuck? Ahh fuck! FUCK!” He screams as his back falls on to the bench crying pain, pleasure and lust.

“Behind a door panel with lift upward to the ceiling.”

“I see it! Should I walk through.”

“Obviously! Hurry up”

“Yes Sir!”

“Put on the clothes I left on the bed”

“Yes Sir! Why do I feel so hard and weird?”

“It’s the air purifier cleaning you up “

“Oh duh! This is a spa”

“You funded the venture “

“It’s a celebrity private club”

“Do some poses “

“Yeah grab that guitar “

“Do some dances “

“Bust a move”

“Oh God! I am hard “

“Show me some ass”

“You are hot”

“Bitch please “

“They are for the sponsorship”

“Every ad campaign”

“Imagine you are so hot”

“Everyone wants you “

“Wants to be “

“Haha”

“You think so?”

“Don’t Move”

“Sorry babe!”

“Babe!”

“We are together “

“You got it”

“Do you love me Alan?”

“From here to the moon”

“Yes babe”

“Join me babe”

“Hell yeah!”

“I’ll be in the spa”

“I love it”

“What dummy?”

“You grabbed my ass”

“Swat”

“Ouch!”

“Follow the arrow”

“Wicked it’s gym”

“It’s 2024”

“Whatever “

“Get to work bitch”

“I love being demeaned “

“Fuck off!”

“You are hot”

“I know “

“Babe”

“Yes babe”

“Mind if I sit on your lap”

“Getting hard “

“Good job!”

“What a bitch?”

“Thank you sir”

“I think I’ll cop a few”

“Do what you want?”

“That not me”

“Swat”

“Oh God!”

“I am hard”

“Damn! You are awesome “

“You are using me”

“I can’t wait to fuck you”

“Oh yeah?”

“Rock you like a jungle gym”

“Make you swoon”

“Yes babe”

“I am all yours “

“What did you do to me?”

STOP!”

“Excuse me!”

“You are teasing me”

“No! I am not “

“Bro”

“Fine”

“I’ll fuck you”

“The spa is awesome “

“It’s special “

“Indeed”

“It fixes you “

“Improves your health “

“Dumbs you down”

“Makes you a bro”

“Makes you addicted “

“Drives you mad”

“I became yours”

the end

[cheolinnie]

hi 😭 I just came from your Taeyong Feel Me! It’s really good and love it so much ! CanI request arranged marriage au with Taeyong plss ?? Thank youuuu 🫶🏻

a/n: OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

Our little secret

FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF

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Taeyong!! you stomp one foot on the ground, an expression Taeyong can only describe as painfully adorbale settles on your face. "Let's go! Use those long legs the gods blessed you with and RUN!"

You yell as you watch your boyfriend casually jog over to you, the wind whipping his grey flannel behind his tall figure. Once he's right in front of you and you're peering up at his sparkling boba eyes, he swiftly swipes a kiss.

"What'd I say about that pouty face of yours,hm?" he asks, brows rasied as if lecturing a kid.

You narrow your gaze as your roll your eyes. "You can't help but kiss me..."

He chuckles out a a grin as he squishes your cheeks, before taking your hand in his. "So, where do you wanna go now?"

Your eyes roam around the empty amusement park, your heart unable to pick where to explore next. It was your four year anniversary, and since you haven't been to an amusement park in a long time Taeyong rented it out for the night - Just for the two of you, away from the chaos of his idol life.

You worked as a stylist for Taeyongs junior group, Nct Dream, so the two of you never really interacted much before; It was only until your best friend, Mark, invited you out to dinner with Haechan and Taeyong- ever since your first proper, encounter Lee Taeyong never left your thoughts.

"Oh let's go to the photo booth!"

Taeyong chuckles. "Again?"

You nod frantically as you beging to pull his arm towards the booth for the second time tonight. "We have to use props this time!"

Taeyong, who would never complain if it meant seeing that bright smile on your face, complies as your throw various items on him and yourself.

"Babe, can we atleast get something to eat afterwards?" despite the slight whine, Taeyong still had an adoring smile on his face as he watched you pull all kinds of faces for the camera.

You suddenly jump on his lap, eyes wide. Grabbing his soft cheeks, you stick your bottom lip out. "awww is Taeyongiee hungry?"

Taeyong chuckles at your adorably asked question, "yes, very hungry actually. I feel like eating some ramen and soju, should we get that?"

"YES!"

Within 10 minutes you two had wrapped up your photobooth time, and now seated under the night sky and fairy lights with a bottle of soju and some steaming ramen. As you at Taeyong couldn't help but sneak in glances- even after four years he could just never get enough of you, you and your undying beauty.

"Marry me."

You nearly choked on your food.

Taeyong continues to smile as you dab your mouth with a napkin, before settling your gaze with his.

"I'd love to Tae," your smile falters slightly, but you hoped he didn't notice. "But you know we can't, the company-"

"Who says the company has to know?" you rasie an eyebrow, and Taeyong reaches to take your hands in his. "In fact, who says anyone has to know?"

You laugh, unable to know if he was serious or not. "So you're saying we should elope?"

His gaze started to look more stern, "You never wanted a big wedding anyways, and neither did I."

"Taeyong we need a witness."

"I trust Mark, and you do too." he stated simply, and then begins to remove a ring from his finger, and slides it into your ring finger.

"You don't think the guys would find it suspicious if we both start wearing rings on our ring fingers?"you inquire, uable to hide the small smile as you admire the look of his ring on your finger.

"It doesn't have to be rings. We could get matching bracelets, or necklaces even? You prefer bracelets anyway, right?" you look up into his eyes, and his gaze told you the raw sincerity and truth of his words. He wanted this, he wanted to marry you and make you his wife.

"I do prefer bracelets," you smile. "But I'm keeping this ring though, it's pretty." he laughs at your response.

"So.... is that a yes?"

You stand up and make your way over to his side, before comfortably seating yourself in his lap. You nod. "Yes it can be our little secret."

Taeyong hums as his gaze fixes on your inviting lips. "One just for Lee Taeyong and Lee Y/n."

You chuckle before settling into the kiss, Taeyong's arms wrapped securely around your waist, and yours drapped around his neck.

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3 months later

You and Taeyong carried out your daily lives as per usual, with nothing changing other than the fact that you two are married.

You walk around the SM building, to the cafe to grab a few snacks and a drink. You walk in and see that the cafe is busy with so many people chatting and laughing.

You go behind the line and wait to order your drink and snack. As you look around the area, you find Taeyong and Johnny walking in. You wave at them and mouth towards them to come over.

Taeyong lights up when he sees you, and walks over. "Hey guys, what are you doing here?" Johnny walks right behind Taeyong. "Oh we're here to grab drinks for us and the guys."

You smile at Johnny's response, "Ohhhh." Taeyong couldn't help but just stare into your eyes lovingly. You move a bit closer to Taeyong just so your able to whisper into his ear. "Babe, stop looking at me like that." He looks at you dumbfoundedly "Like what?"

Johnny looks up from his phone, "Like your gonna marry her right now or something." he laughs a little and goes back to looking at his phone.

Both yours and Taeyong's face turned red. You look at Taeyong with a serious gaze, "You're so dead when we go home." Taeyong looks at you with a light smile. "I can't help it."

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a/n: i hope i did justice with this 😭

[merlincmgirl]

Spanking - Hardcase x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You knew teasing him in front of his brothers at 79s was a bad idea. But damn was it worth the fun afterwards.

Characters: Hardcase

Pairing: Hardcase x F!Reader

Word Count: 8,493

Warnings: spanking, oral (male & female receiving), thigh riding, semi-public sex, secret exhibition, PinV sex, fluff and smut, they're both saps for each other.

Author's Note: I love writing for Hardcase, he's just so wonderful and sweet.

Walking into 79s, your eyes swept over the crowded room, the place was packed tonight. It seemed that there was a few different battalions in tonight besides the 501st. Gold and grey mixed with their blue brothers, and you knew that tonight would be a wild night with the 501st, 212th, and 104th in the club. The music was loud, you could feel the beat thrumming inside of you as you scanned the room for your particular trooper.

A loud whoop came from the side and you spun around. There. You should have known. The loudest table was certainly where Hardcase would be. Making your way through the throngs of life forms at the clone club, you noticed that the booth was crowded, a number of clones were already squeezed in, some standing around the edges. There wouldn’t be much room for you.

“Babe!” a loud, joyous voice called, and you looked up to see Hardcase had pushed himself to his feet, waving you over to the crowded booth.

Just seeing his face brought an equally joyous beam to your own face as you hurried over to him. It had been too long since you had last seen each other. Comms and hurried calls were the only things you could do to keep in touch with each other. All the worry you had been carrying around with you since he had left your apartment fled from your body. Even though you had got the call that Hardcase was back on planet and to meet him at 79s when you had finished work… there was just something about seeing him face to face that reassured you that he was here, he was alive and healthy.

Hardcase shoved a couple of his brothers out of the booth, one with a V shaped tattoo across his face and another with a 5 tattooed across his temple. From what you remembered Hardcase telling you, that was Dogma and Fives. They grumbled but didn’t seem particularly bothered by Hardcase’s rough housing. In fact, most of the troopers eyes suddenly fixed on you, interested to see who had caught Case’s attention.

As soon as you were in arms reach, he wrapped himself around you like a Mon Calamari squid. You were pressed to his chest, your arms twisting around him and holding on tight. He buried his head into your neck, and you could hear the hitch in his breath at finally being back in your arms. You could easily admit that your eyes were stinging too. Having Hardcase home was…. Was… there was no word for it. He was back, and everything was right with the galaxy again.

“Missed you, so much” he murmured, trailing his nose up and down your neck. He pressed a small kiss to the spot underneath your ear and you gripped him tighter. “I can’t believe that you’re here. I want you to come meet my brothers” he sighed, pulling away just enough to press a hard peck to your lips.

You groaned, wanting to deepen the kiss into a more fitting reunion but he pulled away.

“You smell great, by the way” he added, cupping your cheek in one of his large palms and resting your foreheads together.

“Thanks, wanted to look nice for you” you shrugged, as he took your hand and led you back over to the table that his squad had commandeered.

Hardcase seemed to catch up to what you were wearing, and you couldn’t help but preen at the wide eyes and the slight stumble in his step as he took you in.

“Wow, you look gorgeous babe!” Hardcase breathed, seeing you decked out in 501st blue. It showed a little leg, and it flashed under the lights of 79s. You felt so confident and good wearing it. Seeing his reaction, you knew that Hardcase liked you wearing it too.

“Thanks, I made sure it was the right tone of blue. Had to welcome my trooper home” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You could feel the heat from under your lips, and you chuckled at some of the jeers that got from his brothers from the table.

Hardcase ducked his head, a proud smile playing on his lips though as he guided you into the booth. He sat next to you, squashing you next to another trooper, this one with long hair tied up into a topknot.

“Ignore them! They’re all idiots when they get together” a woman smirked, leaning across the table to talk to you. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes, as though she knew what kind of reaction her words would cause.

There was a chorus of protest from the booth that you had slipped into.

“Lies and slander, vod’ika!” Fives gasped dramatically, clutching his chest and throwing an arm around a disgruntled Dogma.

“What has Rex been telling you about us?!” Jesse exclaimed, shaking his head.

“Enough!” she laughed, shaking her head at them.

“But we’re together all the time!” Dogma frowned, looking between his brothers and the newcomer.

“Exactly! Be good tonight! If you need any help wrangling this lot, me and Rex will be over there” she retorted, before turning back to you. She nodded to a table at the back. From your position, you could see it was a Commander's table. It had Captain Rex, Marshal Commander Cody and Commander Wolffe all talking and nursing drinks.

It clicked then who she must be. She must be Rex’s SO. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind” you grinned. She gave you a salute and headed back to the Command Table.

“So, Hardcase, aren’t you going to introduce us to your girl?” a trooper smiled kindly, he was wearing his full armour, with a medic symbol attached to his pauldron.

“Right, right. Vode, I want you to meet my cyare” he announced, introducing you to his brothers. “Babe, this is Fives, Dogma, Tup, Kix, Jesse and that woman was Rex’s girl as well” he introduced, pointing out his different brothers. They gave you welcoming smiles and warm greetings. “Oh and that’s Appo and Vaughn as well” Hardcase added as more troopers came back to the booth.

It was getting pretty crowded in the booth, and Hardcase wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you to sit in his lap. You sighed in relief, glad of the extra room and breathing space between the troopers. Most of them still had some form of armour on, making it even harder to carve out room. You only just noticed that Hardcase wasn’t wearing the top of his armour. He only had his cuisse and greaves on, everywhere else, he was just in his blacks. It made it remarkably easy for you to lean back into him and soak up his warmth.

Hardcase wrapped a hand around you, laying it on your stomach as he rested his chin on your shoulders. There was calls for more drinks and some of the troopers left to go get the table’s order.

“So, vod’ika,” Jesse grinned, leaving past Kix and Tup to see you and Hardcase. He wore a mischievous look on his face and you just knew whatever he was about to say would embarrass Hardcase. “How did you meet our baby brother?” he inquired.

A huff of irritation was let out behind you and you couldn’t help but grin. Really, Hardcase should have expected the teasing as soon as he suggested introducing you to his brothers.

“I’m older than Dogma and Tup!” Hardcase protested, but you shushed him, placing a finger on his lips and grinning widely at the hyperactive clone. You trailed your finger down the blue ink on his chin before turning back to Jesse and the others who were eagerly awaiting your story.

“Well how else would I meet such a handsome and brave trooper?” you started the story, glancing back to send Hardcase a flirty look. He ducked his head, nuzzling into your neck as he let you tell the story. “He stopped some thug robbing my bag down a few levels. I was a little shaken up, and Hardcase noticed and I took him out for a cup of caf to say thanks. Then afterwards, we kept running into each other, so we went on a date and the rest as they say, is history” you told them, feeling Hardcase chuckle in remembrance.

“Aww, our baby brother. Knight in shiny armour… well blue armour” Fives teased, holding a hand over his heart.

“Shut up Fives!” Hardcase grumbled, scowling at the ARC trooper.

“Did he sweep you off your feet?” Tup grinned, enjoying the way his brother was going redder and redder in the face.

“We taught him everything he knows” Jesse agreed, reaching to ruffle Hardcase’s head. Your trooper quickly batted his hands away as Kix pushed Jesse back into his seat.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough! Don’t embarrass him in front of his girl” Kix chuckled, trying to calm his brothers down.

“Thank you” Hardcase groaned, and you could hear the pout in his voice already. He pulled you up over his lap, your legs thrown across his own legs. “You guys are the worse” he grumbled.

“Could be worse, could be telling vod’ika how you nearly made an explosive out of the leftover droid parts” Dogma reminded, raising an eyebrow at Hardcase.

You couldn’t believe your ears, you knew Hardcase was clever, that he was a heavy gunner and could think on the spot quicker than you could even process an event. But to make an explosive out of droid parts was amazing.

Turning to look at him, you cupped his cheek, bringing his gaze to yours. “You made a bomb out of droids? Babe that’s amazing! You should have said something” you breathed, pride shining through for Hardcase.

“You should have seen it babe, took out a whole battalion! It was so big, General Kenobi saw it from the other side of the battlefield” Hardcase explained, eager to talk about his achievements.

“So proud of you baby!” you beamed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips.

Hardcase moaned, eagerly opening his mouth up to your exploring tongue, glad to be able to hold you and kiss you now after a gruelling campaign. He slid a hand up your back, gripping the nape of your neck and holding you to him. You didn’t mind, teasing him and flicking your tongue against his.

“God! I feel sick” Kix grimaced, shaking his head before sharing out the glasses that Appo and Vaughn had brought back.

“There’s two of them now” Dogma sighed, taking his drink and looking out over the dance floor.

Fives clapped him on the back, swigging back the beer before letting out a loud chuckle. “I’ll see you back at the barracks” Fives murmured, sending a flirtatious smile to a Twi’lek who was smiling at him for the dance floor. The Twi’lek flashed him a smirk before heading further into the throngs of bodies.

“I’ve got a surprise for you” you breathed, wrapping your arm around Hardcase’s neck to secure yourself on his lap.

“Oh really, what is it?” he grinned, squeezing your waist and holding you closer to him. He loved having you in his arms, it just felt so right to have you as close as possible to him.

“You’re going to have to find out for yourself, trooper” you smirked, dragging his hand down your hip and to the hem of your dress. You sent him a teasing look as you turned around to speak to one of his brothers who called for your attention.

“So, how are you enjoying 79’s?” Tup asked, turning to start a conversation with you during a lull of silence that came over the table.

“Oh, this is my first time here” you admitted, spreading your legs wider so Hardcase could slip his hand underneath the hem of your dress. You hoped that the table cover and the darkness would be able to hide Case’s wondering hands. “It seems like a lot of fun here though” you shrugged, flashing Tup an easy grin, just as Case’s warm, calloused palms pressed between your legs, realising what was going on.

“What? You’ve never been here before? Hardcase! Why haven’t you brought your girlfriend here yet?” Jesse cried, looking at Hardcase in surprise at your answer.

“Why would I? With you lot hanging around, she’d have run for the hills” Hardcase retorted, just as his fingers reached the apex of your thighs. He took a small gasp in, eyes flickering to yours to confirm that he had found what he thought he had. Or not found, in this case.

“Case was really nervous and excited about me meeting you tonight” you smiled, squeezing your trooper’s shoulders and rocking your hips slightly into his crotch. Hardcase let out a stifled moan and the hand on your hip squeezed you tightly to keep you still.

“Aww Hardcase, you didn’t have to be nervous! We’re happy for you” Kix assured, clapping his brother on the back and sending his fingers jolting closer to your core.

Biting your lip to keep in any noises, you settled on Hardcase’s lap, rocking back and forth subtly. Having him underneath you, the feel of his bulge twitching beneath you as he let out a little gasp when you rolled your hips down against his – it made you feel so alive, wondering how far you could keep this going.

“Cyar’ika” he groaned, as you turned around to watch a holoball game on one of the screens.

“Yes, baby?” you replied sweetly, sending him an innocent look with big wide eyes and a soft smile.

Hardcase gritted his teeth, fingers tapping an errant pattern on your inner thigh. “Stop it” he warned, trying to hold you still against him.

Leaning forward, you nuzzled into Hardcase’s neck, giving the pretence of whispering sweet nothings to him. Instead, you wanted to rile him up even more. “You really want me to stop?” you breathed, your warm breath caressing over his ear and making him shudder. “I don’t think you do, I can feel just how hard you are for me” you continued, rolling against the bulge beneath you. Hardcase let out a small hiss as he tried to resist bucking up into you. “I think you like how I’m practically humping you in front of your brothers. Showing them I’m yours” you teased, groaning softly as his fingers crept up to your core.

“Baby, I swear-” he started to say but was cut off when Dogma turned to you, a question on his tongue.

“So what is it that you do?” Dogma wondered, sipping on his beer as he looked at you expectantly.

Grinning, you couldn’t help but launch into your favourite topic. “I actually run a bakery not too far from the GAR base. I make everything myself, pastries, cakes, cookies bread, the lot. I think that’s how I won Case over, he’s got such a sweet tooth. And he’s willing to be my test subjects whenever I make new things for my shop” you explained, grinding down against the trooper beneath you.

Hardcase wasn’t one to sit idle, his fingers began circling your clit, the touch teasing and light. It had you flushing and your breath hitched but you continued talking to Dogma. Hardcase wouldn’t throw off your little game that easily.

“Were you the one that made those Tooka cakes, with the blue and white icing?” Dogma asked, eyebrows rising in surprise.

“Yeah, how do you know about that?” you smiled, surprised at how he would know about your new cake. Hardcase had been the one you went to for advice on the colours and stuff. You wanted it to look just like the 501st blue.

“I may have shared some with my brothers” Hardcase admitted, chuckling at your look of shock. “What? I have some self control! I didn’t eat them all” he joked, kissing your heated cheek.

“Oh yeah, they were amazing!” Tup nodded in agreement, hearing the tail-end of the conversation.

“Thank you, you should-you should visit when you’re on, uh shore leave” you suggested, voice breaking as Hardcase’s fingers slid down to your entrance. He collected all your slick, rubbing around your entrance but never pushing inside of you.

Hardcase widened his legs so that he would have more room to press and tease his fingers against your bare pussy. He let out an amused huff at your stuttering but continued to tease you some more. Already he could feel you rocking into his fingers, trying to get them to move.

“We’d love that! Clones have a high metabolism, it’s why we all have a sweet tooth” Kix beamed, excited at the thought of there being another shop that would sell to clones without them getting harrassed or kicked out.

“Hey move over!” another clone ordered, shoving their way – and their brothers – into the end of the booth.

There was groaning and complaints from the troopers as everyone shuffled over.

Hardcase took the chance presented before him and sent you a wicked smirk. You didn’t have time to wonder what he was about to do when he slipped a finger inside of you and bucked his hips up against you to shuffle over. He kept a tight grip of you, keeping you pressed against him as he moved over for the newcomer.

You were thankful for the clones complaints as you let out a startled moan, clenching around the finger that Hardcase had pushed inside of you.

“Kriff! Case!” you gasped, tucking your head into his neck and trying to gather yourself before anyone found out what you were doing.

“Shh, babe, it’s not nice to be teased, is it?” he murmured, crooking the finger inside of you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. It was the total opposite of what he was doing beneath your dress. His fingers sliding out and curling inside of you, and you couldn’t help but rock against him even more.

The sounds of the music and the 501st laughter and teasing was disappearing form around you, you didn’t care about any of it, just as long as Case kept touching you. His other hand came to rest on your lower back, a claiming gesture that wasn’t lost on you. Even if his finger wasn’t buried deep inside of you, his brothers would know that you were his girl.

Deciding to equal the playing field, your arm slipped from Case’s shoulders and slid down his chest. You didn’t stop until your hand rested on his bulge lightly.

“Don’t” he warned, excited eyes coming to meet yours. The feel of two fingers circling your hole caused you to bite your lip. He was enjoying playing this game just as much as you.

“Why not?” you retorted, tongue coming out to flick at your bottom lip.

Hardcase’s eyes zeroed in on the movement, and a dark hunger passed over his face as he thought about just what that tongue could do. “Because you’re being a brat and I’d have to spank you” he threatened, nose dragging up your neck before taking your lobe in his mouth and suckling gently.

Fuck! He knew just how that move made you feel. You could already feel the slide of your juices against his fingers. If that was how he wanted to play, then so be it. Determination seized you, and you ran your hand over his hard cock and squeezed him through his blacks.

“Shit!” Hardcase cursed, rocking up into your hand as you slowly pressed up and down his trapped length. Unable to help it, a sudden burst of energy had him bouncing his leg and pressing two fingers into your fluttering hole.

With every bounce of his leg, he was pressing deeper inside of you, and your hand rubbed against him. It was setting both of you on fire, pleasure curling in the pits of your stomachs as you tried to school your face into a neutral expression. All you wanted to do was moan, to gasp against Hardcase’s mouth as he kissed you.

“We need to go” Hardcase declared, sliding his fingers out of your soaked entrance and gripping your thigh tightly.

“Yeah, fuck we do” you nodded in agreement before you felt Hardcase wipe his slicked fingers on your inner thigh before shoving at Dogma.

“We’re heading out, don’t wait up for me” Hardcase announced, keeping a steady grip on your thigh as Dogma nearly fell out of the booth because of his brother’s urgent shoving.

“Alright, alright! Wait a second!” Dogma complained, making room for both you and Hardcase to get out.

As you stood, Hardcase kept a tight grip on your inner thigh before pulling himself up off of the booth’s bench. You couldn’t help but tense your thigh under his warm hold, feeling an answering squeeze in return.

“Have fun kids” Jesse called, winking at the pair of you.

“Use protection!” Kix added, as Hardcase waved them off and took your hand.

“It was nice meeting you all!” you remembered to tell them before Hardcase was leading you through the throngs of people dancing and having fun. You giggled, pressing yourself tight against Hardcase’s arm, taking in the warmth of his body.

When you finally managed to get out of the club, the cool air hit you but it did little to dampen down the heat of arousal that was burning through you. “Can’t wait until I can get you home” you breathed, leaning up to press a kiss just at the corner of his mouth.

Case groaned, tugging you closer to him and sealing his mouth over yours, kissing you properly just like he wanted to do the first moment he saw you. He kept you against him, hand tangling into your hair as he swallowed your moans.

Loud whistles and cheers finally pulled you apart, and you couldn’t help but blush at the troopers that was surrounding you. Maybe you should hurry up and take this back to your place.

Hardcase gave a loud chuckle before he wrapped an around around your shoulders, pulling you to him and sheltering you from the looks of his fellow troopers. “Come on, let’s go home” he muttered, hailing a taxi that was passing.

As soon as you were in the back of the taxi and on the way, Hardcase pressed himself against your side, fingers coming to play with the strands of your hair as he knocked your knees together. He always loved to be touching you in some way of another. Whenever you were with him, he always was brushing a hand over your back, playfully tickling you when you were unaware, kissing your cheek every time he walked past you. He was intoxicating, every part of him so intimate and romantic towards you that it left you feeling dizzy.

“Stars, you’re so pretty” Hardcase murmured, entwining your fingers together on your lap.

“I think you might be a little bias, baby” you giggled, leaning further into his heat.

“Damn right I am! And proud of it! You’re the best thing in my life right now, and if you don’t understand that, then I’m not telling you enough” Hardcase insisted, leaning forward to kiss you. Because you were giggling, it set Hardcase off as well, so the kiss was a mixture of snorts and teeth clashing against each other with each laugh.

“Well Mr Z-6, it’s lucky I love you just as much, isn’t it?” you grinned, squeezing his hand and pressing a kiss to his nose.

“So lucky” he drawled, tugging on your hair. The pair of you burst into giggles, loud enough to hear an annoyed huff coming from your taxi driver.

Thankfully, the trip was rather short and you quickly paid the driver who sped off. They obviously couldn’t wait to get rid of you. Oh well, it was their loss. And definitely your gain, as Hardcase grabbed your hand and dragged you into the apartment block.

You barely made it to your front door before Hardcase was pinning you to the wall next to it. His mouth was on yours, eager to feel you against him once more. Biting back a loud moan as he slotted his thigh between your legs, pressing upwards to brush against your soaked core.

Rocking yourself down onto his thigh, you gasped into his mouth, letting your hands trail up his strong, muscular back. Hardcase latched back onto your mouth, not wanting to be so far away from you, even if it meant just allowing you a moment to breathe. Sliding your hands over his head, you moaned as the rough fabrics of his blacks rubbed against your clit.

“Fuck, is this what you wanted sweetheart? Feeling me against your bare pussy. You’re soaking my blacks, baby” he groaned, mouth running away from him as he gripped your hips, guiding you against his thigh.

Letting out a loud cry at the way the friction felt so right against you, you scratched your nails down his chest, even though you knew the action would be blunted because of the material that clung to his broad chest. You grinned at the way he groaned, pressing open mouthed kisses along your neck. Tilting your head to the side, you gave him more space to spread his delicious lips over you.

“Feel so good, Case! Knew that -Oh!- that my plan would work” you gasped, as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Yeah? Planned this all out, did you?” he grinned, pressing his thigh harder against you.

“Fuck!” you hissed, eyes squeezing shut as you tugged him closer to you. “Course I did, I don’t – hmm – I don’t just lose my underwear for anyone” you teased, finding the hem of his shirt and brushing your hands along the coiled, tense muscles of his abdomen. You could feel their defined lines underneath your fingers, and you traced the blue lines that would be inked along them if you could see him.

“Hmm, I’m glad. So clever baby, planning all this” he praised, kissing up to your lips once more. He nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp, and he wasted no time in slipping his tongue inside of your mouth, pressing you further into the wall. He continued to rock you on his thigh, bringing you closer and closer to a release that you knew would be the first of many.

“Kriffing hells, baby! You’re so thick, could ride your legs for days. But I’d prefer to be riding this instead” you smirked, reaching down to cup his stiff cock in his blacks. You couldn’t help but feel proud as Hardcase gasped into your mouth, hips bucking into your hand. You could feel him twitching underneath your hand.

Hardcase let out a loud groan, devouring your mouth once more, and seeming determined to get you off just riding his thigh; as you rubbed and pumped him as best as you could with your hand trapped between you.

A loud cough sounded in the hallway, and you gasped as your eyes flew open to see your neighbour across the hall from you standing in her doorway. She was a grumpy old Rodian that hated anyone making any noise or disturbing her retirement. And she was staring furiously at you and Hardcase going at it outside of your door. Oops, this was going to be awkward tomorrow!

“Oops, sorry Mrs Olari He’s just… checking my pipes” you excused, bursting into a fit of giggles. Hardcase couldn’t contain his own, hiding his face into your neck as he punched in your door code. Your nosy neighbour gave a miserable huff and stormed back into her apartment. You meanwhile nearly fell through the door as Case finally got it open.

“Pipes?” Hardcase snorted, fingers already reaching for the zip at the side.

“I didn’t know what to say!” you shrugged, already tugging on the top of his blacks and pulling them over his head.

“Pipes, though? Come on baby!” he rolled his eyes, a playful grin plastered on his face.

“Well, I’ve got a few pipes that need your attention” you leered, sending him an exaggerated wink.

Hardcase laughed, tugging you into him and shaking his head at you. “That was terrible, truly, cyare!” he complained, pushing your dress off your shoulders and letting it pool to the floor. The words flew out of his mouth as he stared at you, unable to stop himself taking in your glorious naked body.

“No bra?” he breathed, fingers coming to skim around the curve of your breast.

“They’re very restricting” you shrugged, mischief burning in your eyes.

“Yeah, I bet” he murmured, running a thumb over your nipple and causing it to pebble under his touch.

“Time to get those off, trooper” you hummed, glancing down to the armour on his shins and boots.

“Yes ma’am!” he saluted, quickly kicking off his booths and pulling off the little armour remaining on him.

As soon as he was free, you quickly pushed him back against your door. Admiring his beautiful body, you traced the lines on his face all the way down from his chin, down his neck and further across his chest. The blue geometric lines continued around his nipples before sliding further down his body, along his abdomen and running parallel to his happy trail before dipping beneath his blacks. You knew just from experience where those lines ended.

Dropping to your knees in front of him, you helped undo his blacks and pulled them down off his hips. Hardcase let out a curse as he began to fidget against the door. You paid him no mind, instead focusing on the way his cock bobbed out of his blacks. His cock was so pretty, a nice dusty pink at the tip and a wonderful thick bronzed shaft that finished in a nice patch of neat curls at the bottom. The tip of his cock was leaking pre-cum already after all your teasing, dripping down the rest of his shaft now you had freed him.

Unable to resist, you licked up his arousal, curling your tongue around the head to get as much of it as you could.

“Fuck, baby!” Hardcase moaned, hips stuttering forward as his hand landed on your head. He didn’t pull or tug you forward, instead letting you set the pace.

You carefully took him into your mouth, fluttering your eyes upward so you could meet his gaze. His eyes were heavy as he looked down at you, mouth hanging open slightly as he watched you take his cock into your mouth. Thankfully he wasn’t too long in length, but he was thick and your lips stretched around him. Keeping eye contact with him, you ran your tongue under his length, finding the thick vein that was throbbing.

“Oh! Mesh’la, you’re gonna make me cum just looking at you. So pretty, you’re taking me so well” he gasped, running his fingers through the strands of your hair. He hissed as you pulled your head up, making sure to keep that pressure around him.

Flicking your tongue over the tip, you sent him a flirty look before bobbing back down on his cock, starting a quick pace that you knew he enjoyed. Gripping his thighs to keep yourself steady, you bobbed your head up and down on him, taking him as far as you could go.

Hardcase couldn’t help but whine at the way you were swallowing his length. He couldn’t help as his hips bucked into your face, and you gagged slightly at the way he pressed against the back of your throat before you were ready for it. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, are you okay?” he breathed, pulling you away from him with the grip in your hair.

“I’m good, don’t worry about it. You can fuck my face, you know I don’t mind” you assured, running your hands up and down his thighs soothingly.

“Don’t want to hurt you baby” he mumbled, as you took him back into your mouth. Slowly his hips began to rock into the glorious wet, suction of your mouth. He let himself go when you started to cup his balls, rolling them in your palms and gently squeezing them.

His thrusts became a bit hectic and uneven then as he felt the way you were pushing him closer and closer to the edge. The way your mouth felt around him, all tight and wet and hot, it was making him lose his mind as well as his pace. When you hummed around him, that was it, he tugged at your hair in warning, but all you did was bury yourself deeper on his cock. He came with a shout of your name as he shot his load down your throat, his release slamming into him and making him sag against the door.

When you pulled off him, you sent him a flirty, satisfied look and licked your lips, a bit of his cum pooling at the corner of your mouth. You caught it on your tongue and moaned enticingly as you swallowed it down.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re trying to kill me” Hardcase groaned, staring at you with an awed expression. How did he get so lucky to get such a brilliant partner? He swiftly kicked his blacks off and stood before you in amazement and wonder.

“Not yet, soldier” you winked, accepting his hand to help pull you up from the floor. You kissed him softly, letting him taste the way he tasted along your tongue. As he pulled away, you caught the mischievous look that flashed in his eyes. Before you could say anything to warn him off, Hardcase quickly scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulders.

“CASE!” you squealed, clinging on tight to his back as he carried you through your home.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you yet, babe! You’ve done nothing but tease me all night” he chuckled, shifting you slightly so you gasped and grabbed onto him tighter.

You had no real fear that he would drop you. Hardcase was strong, just like all of his clone brothers, but he was stronger after carrying his Z-6 into battle. His arms bulged with muscle and you always felt safe in them.

“I carried on through” you protested, reaching down to give the globes of his ass a nice squeeze.

“I haven’t yet” he retorted, chuckling at your cheeky move. He knew you loved his ass.

As you came into the bedroom you both shared, he flung you onto the bed, careful to support your head on the way down.

Giggling, you bounced and stared up at him, mirth and lust in equal measure in your eyes.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful babe. I’m never going to forget this” he whispered, shaking his head and leaning forward to give you a quick kiss.

“Case” you breathed, cheeks flushing at his words. He loved you so much, and was always so open in sharing that with you or just about anyone who was around.

“Come on babe, I have to keep up my end of the teasing” he grinned, grabbing your ankles and flipping you onto your stomach.

The breath whooshed out of your lungs at the move, and you couldn’t help but clench around nothing at how strong and powerful he could be. He had moved you without even breaking a sweat, like you weighed nothing to him. Maker, if it didn’t turn you on a little. Or a lot.

Writhing and shifting your closed legs, you felt Hardcase crawl on the bed behind you. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you into a kneeling position before him. You got your hands underneath you to support yourself as his hands ran up and down your sides and spine.

“You wear blue so well, cyar’ika, but I want to see these red” Hardcase groaned, running his hands over your cheeks and giving them a squeeze. You moaned, pushing back into his hands and nodding your agreement. “Kriff, you’re amazing!” Hardcase beamed, leaning forward to press a kiss to each of your globes before pulling away.

You wiggled your hips to entice him, excited about what would happen. It wasn’t often that Hardcase would spank you, but he did enjoy watching the way your ass wobbled with each hit. He didn’t keep you waiting long, as a hard swat came down on your right cheek. It stung, but you let out a soft breath, closing your eyes as it quickly morphed into pleasure.

Another hit landed on your other cheek, this one still hard but mild. This wasn’t the hardest that he could go, he was just testing out how you felt at the moment. But you wanted it, wanted him to mark your ass red, just like he had said. So you wiggled your hips, turning to look at him and sending him a teasing wink.

“Oh, you minx” he growled playfully, landing a playful swat to your ass. He gripped it afterwards, spreading heat along your skin and making you gasp at his hold. The grip had spread your glistening pussy to the air of your apartment, making your core throb at the sensation.

“You love it” you chuckled, pushing back against his hand.

“I do” he confirmed before landing a smack to your other cheek.

You could imagine that your ass was colouring slightly because of the playful hits. If he really wanted your ass red, he would build up soon. Another hard hit confirmed it and you clenched your cheeks at the heat that blossomed from his hand.

Resting your head on your pillow, you let out a sigh as his hand rubbed over the mark he had made. His gentle touch was soothing and a complete opposite for the way he was spanking you. You could just lie here and enjoy yourself, become lost in Hardcase.

A sharp smack landed on your thighs and you gasped, clenching them and rocking away from him. That one was going to hurt when you sat down tomorrow. Hardcase ran his hand soothingly over the hit before landing another one on your other thigh.

Heat was burning through you at the way he touched you. The line between pain and pleasure was fine, but Hardcase could navigate it like a pro. With every hit that landed on your ass, the coil inside of you tightened and tightened.

“You’re dripping babe” Hardcase smirked, running his thick fingers over your glistening folds and collecting your juices. He circled your clit lightly before pushing two fingers inside of you. “There, got to make sure you’re all nice and wet for me later” he murmured, groaning as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers.

“Fuck! Baby, can’t wait to feel you inside of me” you groaned, pushing back into him. You could already feel his cock hardening, and you thanked the Stars for clones incredible recovery time and stamina.

“Not yet, I still want to make your cute little ass red” he shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss to both of your cheeks. He pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to let out a whine of disappointment. “Ready?” he checked in, and you nodded. This was the point where he would be getting harder on you.

Raising his hand higher, he let it fall sharply down on your left cheek and you bit back a curse at the way pain flared along your backside. He caught the round of your ass, where you were particularly sensitive and where you’d feel it most tomorrow. Another hit landed on the right, matching the previous one and you could just imagine how red your ass was going to blossom under his hands.

The next few strikes came in quick succession, stoking the flames in your core and you couldn’t help but whine and cry out at the way Hardcase was rubbing them soothingly after every strike. It helped with the pain, but you knew he was spreading the glow over your ass more evenly.

Groaning, Hardcase landed a harder hit on the cheek, watching as it bounced and wobbled because of his hand.

You moaned, pulling away and clenching and squirming at the pleasure that was bursting through you as well as the pain at the strong blow. Hardcase would never purposefully hurt you, and you know that if you told him to stop he would instantly. But you wanted more, it felt so good to have him spank you like this. The way your ass was on fire was painful but in such a good way that it left you wanting more.

Pushing back into his hit, you let out a cry, feeling the way your pussy clenched around nothing. He wasn’t wrong, you could feel the slick make it’s way between your thigh, coating them in your arousal. Rubbing your legs together and squirming at another smack that made your ass ripple.

“Gods, you should see how beautiful you look. Just lying there and being a good girl. Love you so much” he mumbled, as he reigned hit after hit on your ass in quick time, not leaving you a moment to catch your breath.

“CASE!” you cried, burying your face into the pillow and writhing against his. His words were pushing you closer and closer to the edge, as well as the pain and heat that was coming from your ass. It felt like you were on fire, every one of his hit was precise and thought out.

“Gods, your ass is Corrie red now baby” he murmured in awe, gripping both of your cheeks and wiggling them. His thumb spread you further, exposing both of your holes to him.

“Fuck, need you babe, need you inside of me” you groaned, reaching back to grip at his wrist.

Hardcase didn’t reply, just shuffled back and leant down further. He licked a strip all the way from your clit to your entrance. Swirling around before dipping inside of you.

Your legs trembled and you fell on your front, lost to the sensation of your ass burning and Hardcore eating you out. The way your walls tightened around his tongue pulled on your sore ass and you groaned, wriggling and squirming beneath him.

Case collected your dripping arousal on his tongue, feasting on your cunt like it was his last meal. His hands slid up to your ass, kneading and squeezing your cheeks while you let out high pitched noises that made his cock twitch. Fuck, you were glorious like this! He could stay in this moment for the rest of his life.

“Case! Oh Case, baby please! Please” you begged, legs parting to make more room for him. He shuffled further, holding you to his mouth as he curled his tongue just right against you.

He hummed and you tugged at the sheets beneath you, a cry falling from your lips at the burst of pleasure shooting to your clit.

“Please, need you to fuck me! Now!” you demanded, although it was lost in the breathy rasp of your voice.

“Alright, mesh’la, don’t need to be so grouchy” Hardcase teased, nipping at your ass cheek before pushing himself up onto his knees. He shuffled closer to you, pushing your legs wider so he could get in between them. “Do you want it like this, or something else?” he asked, running hands up and down your thighs.

“I don’t care, just as long as you fuck me!” you huffed, impatient to get him inside of you.

Hardcase didn’t waste any more time, hands coming to your hips to pull them up to meet his. His cock ran along your folds, bumping into your clit and causing you to clench before his eyes. “Fuck, okay, okay babe, whatever you want” he groaned, gripping the base of his cock and pushing the head into you slowly.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the feel of him sliding his length inside of you. It felt so right, and you lost yourself in the feeling of his spreading you wide around his cock. “Yeah, fuck! Feel good, Case” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he bottom out inside of you.

Hardcase grunted, face scrunched up as he tried to control himself. He wasn’t some shiny that got off just as soon as they were inside. Thumb rubbing soothing circles into your hips, he waited until your muscles stopped clenching so tightly around him before he could move.

“’M okay” you nodded, pushing back slightly against him.

Hardcase took that as his cue, pulling out until just the tip before sliding back in slowly. Maker he could feel the heat surrounding his cock and from your ass cheeks that was pressed against him. It made his breath stutter in his chest as you groaned beneath him. Pulling out again, he picked up the pace, fucking into you like you had both been wanting him to do since you had teased him at 79s.

With every thrust, you jolted further up the bed, and you pushed yourself up onto your hands, rocking back against every snap of his hips. Your ass cheeks burnt, as they slapped off his hips but you didn’t care. It only added to the feeling of being fucked by Hardcase, of being taken by him so well that you knew he had ruined you for anybody else. Nobody could make you feel as good as him, and you didn’t want them to try.

“Kriff! You feel so good around me baby, taking me so well. I can feel how hot your ass is, oh stars! You’re perfect, so good” Hardcase rambled, brain firing on all cylinders as he slammed into you, words unable to stop falling from his mouth. It all just felt too good.

“Case! Oh! Don’t stop, please!” you begged, laying a hand on the headboard to push back against him. You tightened your walls around him, feeling the way his cock speared them open, carving a place for itself inside of your fluttering heat.

“Never! Oh maker, fuck!” he hissed out, hands digging so tightly into your hips you knew there would be bruises in the morning. Not that you cared, you just wanted to feel him cum inside of you. “Don’t say stuff like that, not when I’m balls deep inside of you” Hardcase groaned, leaning over you and resting his sweaty head on your back.

The movement changed the angle of his thrust and you let out a loud cry of his name, rolling and grinding your cunt back around him. He was brushing that special spot inside of you now, and you couldn’t help but feel the way your pleasure was washing through you like lava. You were so close, the thick shaft pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You just needed a little more.

Hardcase seemed to know what you needed, as he continued to pound into your clenching hole. “Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself for me” he moaned, nipping at your back.

With one hand supporting you on the headboard, you slid your other between your legs, feeling the soaked mess that you and Hardcase had made. With skilled and experienced fingers, you touched yourself just how you like pushing yourself over the edge and letting your release wash through you.

“CASE!” you whined, feeling the way you tightened around him as your whole body trembled at the force of your orgasm.

Hardcase wasn’t far behind you, just the feel of you shaking around him and the way you called his name had him bursting his load inside of you, undone by you. He collapsed against your back, both of you falling onto the mattress.

Realising he was probably crushing you, he rolled you both over onto your sides, and he held you close to him. Everything was quiet in his head, just the feeling of satisfaction and pleasure coursing through him. It was rare that his mind was ever quiet, but in this moment it was. Just having you in his arms, while he was still buried inside of you as he softened.

Pulling his hand up from your waist to your mouth, you kissed along his knuckles, spotting a few new scars he had picked up along the way on this campaign. You covered his hand with small kisses and pecks, knowing the soft touches would help your trooper feel so relaxed and loved.

Hardcase sighed against the back of your neck, nuzzling into you and just enjoying being in this moment with you.

After a while though, he began to fidget, his legs entwining with yours, running his feet up and down your shins. His fingers tapped some beat out on your chest that you didn’t know, and you knew your moment of stillness was up.

Turning around in his arms, you flashed him a loving smile. “You okay, love?” you asked, cupping his face in your hand and pressing a kiss to the mark spot just underneath his eye.

“Perfect babe, I wasn’t too hard on you, was I?” he frowned, hands gliding from your sides down to your ass. He could feel the heat radiating from you and he worried he had hurt you somehow.

Chuckling, you leaned forward to nuzzle your nose against his. “I’m fine, I promise. You could never hurt me” you assured, thumb stroking soothing glides along his cheeks. “But I won’t say no to some bacta” you requested. Work would be hell tomorrow if you didn’t put something on your ass.

Hardcase nodded, pecking you quickly before jumping out of bed and heading towards your medkit. “Coming right up, babe!” he called, sending you a flirty wink as he slipped into the refresher.

You grinned, unable to help admire his handsome, naked physique as he walked away.

However, he poked his head around the door and waggled his finger at you. “Shower! I want to try something with you in the shower, if you don’t mind. Then I’ll put bacta on you” he announced, sending you an excited look.

Unable to help the laugh that escaped, you pushed yourself up out of bed onto shaky legs. Hardcase rushed to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. “Alright, but we better not fall in the shower again. If I return you with anything broken, I think Rex or Kix might murder me” you agreed, wrapping your arms around his shoulder.

“One time, babe!” he rolled his eyes, before lifting you up into his arms. He laughed at your squeak and the way your legs quickly wrapped around his waist. “Besides, I let you land on me last time” he teased.

Laughing, Hardcase carried you into the refresher, giving your ass one playful squeeze before the door shut behind him.

[harlowsbby]

Obvious

“Is he still over there? talking with Y/N.” Urban and Ace looked over to where you were seated and saw some random dude talking to you.

“I mean yeah he’s still over there? is he not allowed to be talking to her or something.” Ace was confused and so was Urban. “I mean he can talk to her but she’s been acting like she’s single or some shit all night.”

Jack huffed and slouched down into the booth a bit more. “But I mean technically she’s single but she isn’t single the two of you haven’t came out publicly yet so she really can’t say anything to the man.” Ace was right Jack wasn’t ready to confirm his relationship with you yet only because everything else in his life was so public he wanted to keep his love life a secret for as long as he could.

“So if it’s an issue why don’t you just make shit public or better yet go over there and get your women.” It wasn’t that easy mainly because Jack was just now getting more recognition and Neelam and Drama didn’t want your relationship being his downfall.

“I can’t all I can do is sit here and watch her.” Ace rolled his eyes and sat next to Jack and looked over at you, he noticed how the random man was now caressing your shoulder and whispering something in your ear, you giggled nervously and moved away from his touch. “All I’m saying is if that was my women I’d definitely be running over there I wouldn’t care what anybody says.”

Maybe Ace was right Jack shouldn’t care what anybody had to say about your relationship with him, but he knew tonight wasn’t the night to start anything considering it was the party for his first ever movie role for White Men Can’t Jump, he decided to just sit back and watch you with all this jealousy and rage building up inside of him.

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“Is he looking over here?” Ken looked back up and noticed Jack was indeed watching the two of you, Ken has been your best friend since forever and he loved you dearly but he wasn’t into women.

It was your idea to come up with this plan to make Jack jealous so he’d come storming over to Ken and You but your plan sadly wasn’t working. “He was looking babe but now he’s just on his phone.” Rolling your eyes you huffed and drowned the shot of vodka Ken bought.

“I just don’t get it honestly.” Ken frowned, “You don’t get what baby?” You tossed your hands up in frustration. “I’m talking about Jack I hate the way he’s always saying he’s going to go public with us soon and when the time is right but you’d think if he saw a man talking to me that he’d come running over but no.”

Ken felt sorry for you but at the same time this is what you signed up for, you pouted and just scrolled through all the apps on your phone just trying to completely forget about the situation that just happened.

Ken looked around for a few minutes wondering what sort of kinda or plan he’d be able to come up with before his lips curved up into a grin. “Get up Y/N.” Looking up from your phone you gave Ken a weird look. “For what? where are we going now.”

He stood up and put his hand out waiting on you to grab it. “Do you trust me?” You were hesitant at first but nodded your head. “I trust you.. it depends on what you’re going.” You slowly spoke. “Just come on and follow my lead.”

Ken somehow managed to lead you both to the dance floor and right in the middle to where Jack had a perfect view of the two of you.

“How is dancing with me going to make him jealous?” You asked Ken, “Well I haven’t even done what I was about to do because he’s already got his eyes on us and by the redness in his face I’m pretty sure he’s pissed.”

Your eyes widened but this type or thrill of excitement shot up your legs, jealous Jack was your favorite type of Jack.

“All I’m saying is you better go out there and put an end to this right now or else you’re gonna be single for the rest of this year.” Urban joked, everyone that was sitting at the booth with Jack were now paying attention to Ken and You.

“Yeah man and by the way Y/N is laughing it looks like he might be taking her home tonight.” 2fo laughed but stopped when Jack glared his way.

“Trust me he isn’t taking anyone home especially if I have a say so.” Ace chucked. “How do you plan on doing that? You know Neelam isn’t going to let that happen.”

Jack knew he’d get shit for what he was about to do but it was either save what the two of you had or he lonely and miserable. “I’m about to go over there.”

Nemo choked on the drink that he was sipping on. “What about Neelam or Drama? You know they are going to freak out, this place is filled with the latest and newest news reporters just waiting to snap a picture.” Jack shrugged his shoulders. “At this point I don’t care anymore.”

You were so lost into the song that was playing that you completely forgot about the prank you were doing on Jack until Ken said something “Guess who’s heading over here.” Ken whispered in your ear.

“Who?” Ken grinned. “Lover boy and he doesn’t really look too thrilled.” You gulped but kept dancing with Ken until eventually you were ripped away from his grasp and placed behind Jack.

“Jack what are you doing over here.” He ignored you and glared at Ken. “What do you think you’re doing with my girl?” Ken wasn’t a fighter at all but it was funny watching him shake. “I don’t want any issues man I was just dancing with her.” Jack placed his finger on Ken’s chest. “She didn’t tell you she had a man.”

You bit your lip trying to stop the smile from forming on your face. “No I didn’t know she had a man I swear if I did I wouldn’t have tried anything.” “Whatever just leave her alone alright?” Ken nodded his head quickly and collected his things and left.

Jack turned back around and was now facing you. You smiled sweetly at him but this time he wasn’t falling for it. “So what was that all about? You’re out here dancing with random men now.”

You scoffed and removed yourself from Jack’s hold. “I don’t know why you care, I did it to make you jealous and clearly it worked.” He raised his eyebrows, “Why would you wanna make me jealous.” “To see if you actually cared about us.”

“Why wouldn’t I care about us Y/N.” You knew now wasn’t the proper time to be talking about this but you had to get this off your chest. “I just feel as if you’re embarrassed of me or something I mean I hate the way whenever we go out I’m always far in the back somewhere.”

“How about I make things official? Seeing you dancing with that guy made me realize I didn’t like keeping us a secret I’d rather the world know about us.”

“You really mean it Jack?” The hope in your eyes beamed he smiled and nodded and pulled you into him. “I mean it baby now smile for the camera.” You smiled as he took a picture of him kissing your cheek and you watched him post it and then shove his phone back into his pocket.

“So what do we do now?” You asked him. “I mean we can get out of here and go back to my place and you know do a few things that you love.” He wiggled his eyebrows making you snort. “Hmm I guess that sounds like a plan.”

He grinned and took your hand and led you out of the club. “So how much y’all wanna bet we’ll be uncles by the end of tonight?” Urban asked everyone and they all raised their hands agreeing with Urban.

Jack knew he’d be in a lot of shit later with Neelam and Drama but he didn’t care, he was completely and truly in love with you and he wanted to make that known.

[stupidsketchpad]

hey guys. im here to rant about how 2econd 2ight 2eer (second sight seer) by will wood is secret life bigb's song because god its eerie how similar the song lyrics are to his character. AHEM (also spoilers for secret life)

My grip on my secrets slipping while I'm speaking in tongues

ok. this is a really good start lol. basically bigb's task don't mean much when he does weird shit anyway for fun and, quote from grian, "writes his own tasks"

Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth

he's saying stuff that litterally makes no sense. even after his task is done he wont tell anyone (confession booth is kinda like people asking about your task after it's done. your confessing your task to someone)

Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it's not my fault

i got nothing man

The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to

THIS LINE AHSHDHSHAH. THE SECRET KEEPER GIVES HIM THE TASKS CAUSE HE HAS TO BUT HE WANTS TO DO THEM ANYWAY ANDDDD MAKE THEM AS CONFUSING AS POSSIBLE. SECRET KEEPER COUNTS AS THE DEVIL HERE

I'm cut from a different kind of meat

More than you can chew, hard to swallow me

"what the hell are you doing??" is a common question he gets asked. hard to swallow. y'know

Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity

How I cannot commit to reality, when my third eye's open and I like what I see

he's doing shit for the sake of doing shit.

Baby, I may be crazy but I didn't lose it, no I set it free

AAAAA THIS LINE TOOO!!! ok so he didn't just randomly start lying in secret life. it was weird before that too! i cant speak for double but LIMITED LIFE he was also confusing people about being the boogeyman. basically that one meme with the "guy weird about everything but its drowned out by how weird about everything the other people are"

I can't ignore what's under dance floorboards, the rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat

But I still move my feet

To slip out of this groove, I'm free

dont got much here but i think this is just him having fun, yknow

Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls

And maybe wake up from but a dream, yeah

"but a dream" is the games. there are three rows in the line. lose your lives to get the game over with.

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

I didn't lose it babe

There wasn't much to find

once again, this wasnt the first time he was being weird!!!

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

I'm only passing through

say weird shit, refuse to elaborate, leave.

Oh, oh, o-o-oh

If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see

You'd look through illusions, hallucinations, and lucid dream

And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep

But I got facts and I'm not afraid to use 'em, take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front

evo, anyone? anyway this man knows about watchers and doesnt care. he knows! he just doesn't give that any meaning.

Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I'd rather be that than

An amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal

red lives and how bigb doesn't have the same bloodlust as they do. this guy doesn't kill much, he's like the most passive on the server. /srs

But I'm more level-headed and clever than ever and I'm getting better one forever at a time

how many people guessed any of bigb's tasks? that's right, zero! (if i remember correctly.) he's getting better at the games (btw the games being referred to as "forevers" is just ahshahdghs)

And if sick is defined by what's different, well then pull the plug out and let me die

not much here

Vice-versa, vice versus virtue

Well who I am I choose through all the things I do

AAAAAAAA HE CHOOSES HOW HE IS PERCEIVED BY THE OTHERS BY SAYING HIS STUFF YA GET WHAT IM SAYING

And if it rhymes, it's true, but I hate poetry

contradicting himself. easy peasy analysis here folks.

Now with my moral compass pointing south, I'm going down

With no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no respect for reality

could say this is going red! but also. "going down?" LIKE A HOLE? HE MADE A HOLE?????

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

I didn't lose it babe

There wasn't much to find

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

I'm only passing through

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

I didn't lose it babe

There wasn't much to find

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

same stuff

A tourist passing through

Well that was fun, goodbye

he died. but hey, he had fun!

anyways thats all thank you for listening to me ramble about songs and minecraft i WILL do this again. sorry if this is incoherent i wrote it at 10:00 pm.

psst... moot... @bigb-enthusiast... would you like this?

[atlasthegreatest]

The Way You Make Me Feel / Park Sooyoung x Gender Neutral Reader

Which, the push-and-pull relationship between Joy and Y/n starts turning into something more.

Word count: 2863

Joy sat in the corner booth of a small café tucked away from the bustling streets of Seoul, her hoodie pulled low over her head. The smell of fresh coffee and the chatter of patrons swirled around her, but her attention was fixed on her phone—waiting. Nervous energy buzzed through her limbs. They were late, as always. But with them, everything was always on their own time.

“Yo.”

She looked up, and there they were—Kim Y/n, lead rapper of Neon Dream, an idol group that lived up to its name with its unpredictable energy and charisma. Y/n had the same playful smirk they always wore, the kind that made trouble seem like a promise. Their black leather jacket hung loosely on their frame, and their hair recently dyed an electric blue, flopped messily over their forehead.

“You’re late.” Joy’s voice was sharp, but the corners of her lips betrayed a slight smile.

Y/n plopped down across from her, unbothered. “Traffic, babe. You know how it is.”

Joy rolled her eyes but felt her heart skip in that familiar way it always did when they called her “babe.” There was a cockiness to them that would’ve been insufferable on anyone else. On Y/n, it felt like music—like the way a beat drops right when you need it most.

“You ordered for me, right?” they asked, leaning forward with their elbows on the table. Y/n’s fingers brushed hers as if by accident. A spark. Joy snatched her hand back, pretending to adjust the sleeve of her hoodie.

“I’m not your personal assistant.”

Y/n grinned, a full smile this time, and Joy hated how easily it made her forgive them. “But you love me,” they said, half a joke, half something more.

Joy scoffed, but her heart was racing. They’d been caught in this push-and-pull dance for months now. At first, it had been harmless flirting backstage at music shows, shared glances at award ceremonies, or late-night texts that always started with “you up?” and ended with “goodnight :)” long after midnight. Somewhere along the way, though, those moments had started meaning more—at least to her.

Being an idol was complicated enough without catching feelings. They weren’t supposed to fall for each other. Not in this industry, where every move was scrutinized and every relationship either a scandal or a secret. But Y/n didn’t seem to care about the rules. That was the problem—and the thrill.

“Why do you always act like you’re not into me?” Y/n asked, drumming their fingers on the table, the rhythm matching the beat of her racing heart. “We both know you are.”

Joy leaned back, crossing her arms. “You’re awfully confident for someone who shows up late.”

They tilted their head, studying her with that infuriatingly charming gaze. “C’mon, Sooyoung. I know I get on your nerves, but you love it. Admit it.”

Joy hated how right they were. She hated how easily Y/n saw through her. But what she hated most was that they made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t felt in years. The exhausting grind of being an idol, the pressure to be perfect—it all faded when she was with them. With Y/n, life felt messy and unpredictable. It felt real.

“You think I love being annoyed?” she shot back, but there was no bite in her words.

Y/n chuckled, leaning closer. “You love me.”

Joy’s breath hitched. Y/n was too close now, close enough for her to see the tiny scar above their eyebrow from a dance practice gone wrong. Close enough to smell the faint hint of cologne clinging to their jacket. Close enough to make her forget everything except the way her heart pounded against her ribcage.

For a moment, the world shrank to just the two of them—the café fading into the background, the noise of the city outside distant and irrelevant. Their gaze locked on hers, and she felt it: that electric spark, the magnetic pull that always seemed to draw her toward them no matter how hard she tried to resist.

“You drive me crazy,” she whispered, more to herself than to them.

Y/n grinned a slow, lazy smile that made her feel like the only person in the world. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Before she could respond, the waiter arrived with their drinks, breaking the moment. Joy took a sip of her iced latte, hoping it would cool the heat rising to her cheeks.

“So,” Y/n said, as if nothing had happened, “what’s the plan for today? Sneak out the back and avoid the fans? Or do you wanna walk around and give Dispatch something to write about?”

She glared at them, but it was half-hearted. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” they said again, with that same cocky grin that made Joy want to strangle them and kiss them at the same time.

They finished their drinks in companionable silence, the kind of silence that felt easy, like slipping into an old song you never forgot the lyrics to.

When they finally left the café, Y/n reached for her hand without hesitation, lacing their fingers through hers. Joy’s first instinct was to pull away, but she didn’t. She let them hold her hand as they walked down the street, their steps perfectly in sync.

The city buzzed around them, but Joy felt like she was floating. With Y/n, everything felt brighter, louder, and more. Like a song that made you want to dance even when you were tired, a beat that refused to let you stand still.

She glanced at them from the corner of her eye. Y/n caught her looking and winked.

And in that moment, Joy knew: Y/n wasn’t just trouble—they were the kind of trouble she’d never want to live without.

The way they made her feel? It was dangerous. It was exhilarating.

It was everything.

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The streets of Seoul buzzed with life as Joy and Y/n strolled side by side, hands intertwined. Neon signs flickered overhead, reflecting off the rain-slicked pavement, and the cool night air wrapped around them like a whispered secret. For once, the ever-watchful eyes of fans and media felt distant, almost nonexistent.

Y/n’s hand squeezed hers, anchoring her to the moment, as if to say: Right now, it’s just us.

“Hungry?” Y/n asked, casting her a sidelong glance.

Joy gave them a sly smile. “Depends. Are you paying?”

They grinned, their playful charm in full force. “What kind of noble would I be if I didn’t?”

“Ah, so you do have manners. That’s new.”

Y/n laughed, a sound so genuine it made Joy’s chest tighten. It was moments like these—carefree, stolen from the pressures of their world—that made her wonder how long they could keep this up. The easy jokes, the shared glances, the stolen touches. A part of her was waiting for reality to catch up, for the world to remind them that idols weren’t supposed to feel this way about each other.

But for now, reality could wait.

They ended up in a tiny ramen shop tucked away in an alley, the kind of place that didn’t care who you were as long as you had cash. The owner glanced at them but said nothing, too used to couples sneaking in for quiet dinners away from prying eyes.

Y/n slid into the booth first, and Joy followed, their knees brushing under the table. The warmth of the tiny contact sent a shiver through her. She hated how easily they got under her skin.

They ordered for both of them without asking, and she didn’t complain—Y/n knew what she liked by now. That realization stirred something deep within her, something she wasn’t quite ready to name.

As they waited for their food, Y/n leaned back, drumming their fingers lazily on the table. “So, what’s the plan after this? Are you gonna pretend you’re too busy to hang out again?”

Joy gave them a knowing look. “I am busy. You do realize I have a comeback next week, right?”

Y/n rolled their eyes. “Come on, we both know you could dance that routine in your sleep.”

She narrowed her eyes at them, but they just smirked. They always knew how to push her buttons—just enough to make her mad, but never enough to drive her away.

“I don’t know how you get away with being so laid-back,” Joy muttered, shaking her head.

“Easy,” Y/n said, propping their chin on their hand and grinning. “I’ve got charm. And looks. And talent.”

Joy laughed despite herself. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it,” they replied, their eyes twinkling.

There it was again—that line tossed out like a casual joke but heavy with something deeper. Something dangerous.

The ramen arrived, and for a while, they ate in comfortable silence, the sounds of clinking chopsticks and quiet slurps filling the space between them. It was a strange sort of peace, one Joy hadn’t realized she’d been missing until now.

When they finished, Y/n paid—just like they’d promised—and they slipped back into the night. The streets were quieter now, the city winding down for the evening.

As they walked, Y/n pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. It was a bold move, even for them, and Joy’s heart thumped loudly in her chest. But she didn’t push them away.

“You know,” Y/n murmured, their voice low and smooth, “if we keep doing this, someone’s gonna find out.”

Joy’s steps faltered slightly, but Y/n’s arm tightened around her, steadying her. “Are you scared?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

They looked down at her, their expression softer than she’d ever seen it. “Not really,” they admitted. “But I think you are.”

Joy bit her lip, unable to deny it. She was scared. Scared of what this could mean for her career, for her image, for everything she’d worked so hard to build. But more than that, she was scared of how much she wanted this—wanted them.

Y/n stopped walking, turning to face her fully. The streetlights cast a soft glow over their features, making them look almost too perfect to be real. “Sooyoung,” they said, their voice serious for once, “I don’t care about the rules. I care about you.”

Joy’s breath caught in her throat. They weren’t joking this time. There was no teasing grin, no playful glint in their eyes—just pure, unfiltered honesty.

“I know it’s complicated,” they continued, “but… I like the way we make each other feel. And I don’t want to lose that just because the world might not understand.”

It was reckless. It was dangerous. It was everything she shouldn’t want.

And yet, standing there in the glow of the streetlights, with Y/n’s hand warm and steady on hers, Joy realized that maybe—just maybe—some things were worth the risk.

She took a step closer, closing the space between them. “You’re trouble,” she whispered, but there was no real conviction in her words.

Y/n smiled, a slow, knowing grin. “The best kind.”

And then, before she could overthink it, she leaned up and kissed them.

It was soft at first, tentative as if testing the waters. But when Y/n responded—their hand slipping to the small of her back, pulling her closer—it was like everything fell into place.

For once, there were no cameras, no fans, no managers telling them what they could and couldn’t be. There was just this moment. Just them.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and grinning, Y/n rested their forehead against Joy’s. “So, what now?” they whispered.

Joy smiled a real smile, the kind she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Now,” she said, “we see where this takes us.”

And for the first time in forever, she felt free.

Bonus chapter:

It was past midnight, and the world outside their little bubble was fast asleep—or at least that’s what Joy told herself as she tiptoed through the dimly lit hallway. She glanced around the empty corridor, her heart pounding in her chest. Technically, this was risky. If anyone saw her sneaking out of her dorm at this hour, it could set off a scandal. But there were some things in life worth risking everything for.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Y/n: You coming, or do I have to break in?

She rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips.

Joy: Stay put. Five minutes.

She tugged the hood of her oversized jacket further over her head and slipped into the stairwell, moving quickly but quietly. The thrill of sneaking away made her pulse race with something she couldn’t quite name—excitement, maybe, or the delicious taste of rebellion.

At the back entrance of the building, Y/n waited, leaning casually against the wall, hands stuffed into their leather jacket. The familiar electric blue strands of their hair peeked out from under a baseball cap. Their grin lit up the darkness when they spotted her.

“You made it,” Y/n said softly, as if they were conspirators in a heist.

Joy shook her head, suppressing a laugh. “Barely. You know I could get in so much trouble for this, right?”

“Yeah,” Y/n said, stepping closer until their bodies were nearly touching. “But doesn’t it make it more fun?”

And there it was—the dangerous spark she felt whenever they were together like they were dancing on the edge of something thrilling and impossible.

“Where are we going?” Joy whispered, breathless already.

“You’ll see.” Y/n took her hand without hesitation, lacing their fingers through hers. “Trust me.”

They slipped into the night, moving like shadows through the empty streets. The cool breeze carried the distant hum of the city, but at this moment, it felt like the world belonged only to them. Y/n led her through narrow alleys and hidden paths until they reached a small park perched on a hill. The park was deserted, the trees swaying gently under the moonlight, and the city skyline stretched endlessly below them.

“Ta-da,” Y/n said, spreading their arms dramatically. “Our secret spot.”

Joy blinked in surprise. “How did you find this place?”

They gave her a mischievous grin. “I have my ways.”

Joy shook her head, amused, but she had to admit it was beautiful. The city looked different from up here—less chaotic, more peaceful. Like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.

Y/n flopped down on the grass, tugging her down with them. She landed beside them with a quiet laugh, her heart feeling light in a way it rarely did.

They lay there in comfortable silence for a while, the cool grass beneath them and the night sky above. Sooyoung turned her head to look at Y/n. Their profile was sharp under the moonlight, their usual cocky expression replaced by something softer, quieter.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Y/n smiled without looking at her. “How crazy this all is.”

Joy raised an eyebrow. “Crazy how?”

They finally turned to meet her gaze, their dark eyes gleaming with something that made her breath catch. “Crazy how I can’t stop thinking about you,” Y/n said, their voice low and serious. “Even when I know I shouldn’t.”

Joy’s heart stuttered in her chest. It was one thing to flirt, to exchange teasing words in the safety of cafes and backstage rooms. But this? This was real. And it terrified her as much as it thrilled her.

“Y/n…” she started, but they cut her off with a small, lopsided grin.

“I know,” Y/n said softly. “This is dangerous. But I don’t care.”

Before Jou could say anything else, Y/n reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, their fingers lingering against her skin. The warmth of their touch spread through her like a slow-burning fire.

“Tell me to stop,” they whispered, their voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart.

Joy’s breath hitched, but she didn’t say a word. She couldn’t.

Because the truth was, she didn’t want them to stop.

Y/n’s gaze flickered to her lips, and for a moment, everything else faded away—their careers, the risks, the expectations. All that mattered was this moment, suspended between them like a held breath.

And then, slowly, deliberately, Y/n kissed her.

It wasn’t like their first kiss—soft and tentative, testing the waters. This one was deeper, more certain, like a promise that neither of them fully understood yet. Joy melted into them, her hands gripping the front of their jacket as if to anchor herself to the moment.

When they finally pulled away, both of them breathless, Y/n rested their forehead against hers, their grin back in place. “We’re in trouble now, aren’t we?”

Joy let out a soft laugh, her heart still pounding in her chest. “The best kind of trouble,” she whispered.

They stayed like that for a while, tangled up in each other under the night sky, knowing that the world would come crashing back in the morning. But for now, it was just them—two people, stealing moments from a world that would never understand.

And in those moments, everything felt perfect.

[xwayscenarios]

Liquor Talk

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word count: 3,013

Character(s): Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ)

Warnings: 18+ Major smut

🔞MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH 🔞

Part: [FINAL]

For @maeleelee😈💕 also used her ATEEZ tipsy texts post she posted as inspiration~. I'll share her masterlist so you can find it AND read her other stuff too!

GIF by kpopshitposter

“If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed something is wrong with you.” Mae said confidently before downing another shot glass. Y/N was looking around at the hustle and bustle of the crowd at the club that night. Mae had actually convinced her to go out with her, San, and a few others to the club, which was definitely a rare occurrence.

“So do you get turned on by having your neck kissed?” San asked with a brow raised, sipping on the drink he had ordered, which Y/N wasn’t exactly sure what it was.

“That is something I shall keep a secret~.” Mae smiled at San, giving him a wink, and making him chuckle and shake his head.

“She does.” The voice made everyone’s attention move towards the direction it came in, seeing Wooyoung, Mae’s boyfriend, walk up to their table.

“Shut up, Wooyoung!” Mae gasped as she looked at him standing next to her with a devilish smirk on his lips, a pout now forming on hers. “That was supposed to be a secret!”

“Not really a secret though since I knew about that already.” Y/N said with an eyebrow raised as she looked at her best friend.

“You don’t count since I tell you everything.” Mae said with a wave of her hand, dismissing what she had just said to her. “You also know more than Wooyoung.”

“Wait what?! I’m your boyfriend though!” Wooyoung looked at her with a pout, making San choke on his drink as he tried not to laugh. Wooyoung quickly flipped a middle finger at him straight after.

“And she's been my best friend for longer than you have been my boyfriend so… she is going to know way more than you.” Mae smiled at him, keeping her gaze on him.

“She does have a point, man.” San smirked at Wooyoung, who only flipped him off again. “Nah, that’s Mae’s job.”

That comment made Y/N choke on her drink as she wasn’t expecting San to say that after seeing Wooyoung flip him off once again. Wooyoung looked at him, opening his mouth to retort something back at his best friend before he was cut off by Mae.

“Baby…. My love, the absolute love of my life…”

“What do you want?” Wooyoung raised a brow at her, suspicious about what she was going to want since he knew when she did that, she wanted something from him.

“Can you be the best boyfriend ever and get us some more shots?” Mae asked, giving the cutest look she could muster to try and sway him into doing that. He narrowed his eyes at her before glancing over at Y/N briefly.

“Fine…” He sighed before pressing a quick peck to his girlfriend’s lips, grabbing San to help, and heading over to the bar, the two men starting to bicker as they walked away.

“Thank you, babe!” Mae called out to him before looking over at Y/N. “Let’s get drunk!”

“I think you are already there.” She chuckled as she shook her head at her best friend.

“That… that may be true but you, lady, are not.” Mae smiled at her.

“Why are you so determined to get me drunk?” Y/N asked as she leaned back against the back of the booth seating they were in together.

“Well, because you should be? If I am, so should you!” Mae smiled at her before handing two of the remaining shots over to her. “Drink. You have no choice in the matter.”

“Fine.” Y/N sighed before downing the two shot glasses that Mae had just handed to her.

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The sound of her phone ringing woke Y/N up from her sleep, making her groan in the process. She felt around for the device before she had found it, lifting her head up enough to look at the screen. Seeing Mae’s name on it, she answered it, putting it on speaker phone so she wouldn’t have to hold it up to her ear.

“Meh…” Y/N groaned out as a greeting, Mae chuckling on the other end of the call.

“Good morning to you too.” Mae said. “I take it you just woke up?”

“Yes… your call woke me up.” Y/N grumbled.

“Head pounding?”

“Yes…”

“Did you take the ibuprofen left on your nightstand?” Mae asked, making her look up to see exactly that sitting there with a bottle of water.

“How…how did you know that was there?” Y/N asked as she sat up, grabbing both things. Opening up the bottle of water, she took a drink before taking two of the pills.

“Yunho told me…” Mae said before Y/N cut her off.

“Yunho?” she asked in a slightly surprised tone.

“Yeah? He was the one that drove you home last night. Do you not remember?” Mae asked making her try to think back about what happened last night. She definitely remembered Yunho not being there at all since San said he had some “schoolwork or whatever to do”.

“Last thing I remember is taking those shots… but I do remember that he was not there…” she said, running her hand through her hair.

“Apparently you texted him and he came and got you when you said you wanted to go home before we did…” Mae said trying to refresh her memory, but it definitely didn’t. Y/N picked up her phone and opened up the messages and immediately saw that she had a message from said guy.

[text: Yunho good boy ] My hands, huh?

That message from him made her slightly confused before she went and looked up the rest of the convo which only made her eyes go wide at what she had wrote him when she had thought she was texting someone else entirely.

“Oh shit…” She mumbled.

“What?” Mae asked worriedly.

“I…um… I will tell you later. I’ll call you later. Bye.” Y/N said quickly before hanging up the call and immediately texting him back. The messages between the two of them, even though brief, reignited the feelings she had last night. So, after she had told him to come over, she quickly ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower and make herself presentable. She decided to wear a mini skirt and just a regular t-shirt, still looking cute but with the mini skirt on, knowing that she would drive Yunho crazy when she bent over for him. Hearing the knock on the door, she knew it was said man and quickly walked over to it. She slowly opened the door and smiled once he had come into her view. “Hey, big boy.”

Hearing those words coming from Y/N’s mouth, Yunho groaned and walked into her place, effectively closing the door with his foot. “Come here you little whore.” He smirked before wrapping his hand around her neck and pulling her close to his body, her hands immediately went to place themselves on his hips. “I’ll be nice and even let you pick where you want me to bend you over, sweets.”

“This big boy is so nice to let me pick.” She snickered before removing his hand around her neck and turning around so her back was facing him. Y/N immediately put his hand back on her neck, letting him get a grip on it once again before she bent over, teasingly rubbing her ass against his hips. “I’d say the kitchen if you can last long enough to get me over there.”

Her movements made him groan, his free hand moving to land a slap to her ass. “Oh, don’t worry, I will last till we get there, sweets.”

Y/N kept grinding against his hips, wanting to keep teasing him until either Yunho moved them or he couldn’t handle it much longer. Which happened to be the latter as he was already feeling himself getting harder just by that alone, and briefly moved away from her, his hand dropping from her neck. His hand moved down to grab her arm and dragged her over to the kitchen. As soon as he could, he bent her over the counter, keeping her ass out for display. His hands immediately went to her hips and moved down to push up her skirt, landing a few hard smacks against it. Y/N gasped before letting out a moan. Her moan made him smirk, reaching his hand around and grabbed her neck once again before pulling her up. His hips kept hers pinned to the counter as his hand tightened around her neck but not tight enough to hurt her.

“Already moaning, kitten? I haven’t even truly touched you yet.” He whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Should I touch you like the dirty little whore you are?” His free hand snuck underneath her skirt, beginning to teasingly rub her over her underwear. Y/N let out a soft mewl at his touching, biting her bottom lip briefly.

“P-Please Yunho…”

“Please what, kitten?” Yunho continued to whisper into her ear, his fingers not stopping his teasing.

“Please touch me, fuck me, eat me out… whatever. I just really want you, big boy.” Y/N pleaded.

“God, baby, that was so fucking hot to hear. I kind of want to hear you begging me more now.” Yunho snickered as he bent her back over, grinding his hips against her once again. “Let’s get you undressed, kitten. Let me get a good look at you naked and bent over for me.” He made quick work of getting all her clothes off, pressing her back down onto the counter once again. His hand kept her body pressed against the surface as his other hand smacked her now bare ass hard a few times, smirking at the red marks he was already starting to make. His fingers soon moved to rub along her, letting out a groan at how wet she already was for him. “Already so wet…”

“Y-You make me wet, Yunho…” Y/N mumbled out before letting out a moan as he slipped his middle finger inside of her. “Shit…”

“I’ll make you wetter then.” He whispered into her ear before easily slipping another finger into her. His fingers quickly and roughly started to thrust into her, making Y/N moan out a mix of curses and his name. Her fingers desperately tried to grip onto the counter as he kept fingering her, keeping her pinned down with his other hand. She started to pant and moan as her legs began to shake and quiver as she neared her orgasm.

“Y-Yunho…. I-I’m close…” Y/N moaned out; his fingers started to now go faster into her. After a few more thrusts, she came around his fingers with a loud moan of his name. He let her ride out her orgasm before pressing a few kisses to her hips before he spanked her ass a few times as he pulled out his fingers from her.

“Kitten ready for more?” He grabbed her hand and pressed it against the obvious bulge in his pants with a smirk. “See what you do to me, sweets?” His comment only made her bite her lip and nod.

“I want to see this now, *big boy*.” Y/N smirked at him which only made him groan out at the sound of her saying big boy as she was touching him.

“You will, kitten. You will.” He moved her hand away so he could just push down his pants and boxers to release his length. Seeing his length made Y/N basically salivate at how big he was. Yunho moved back behind her once again, rubbing his hardened length against her still wet folds, preparing himself to push into her. His movements earned a moan from her as the tip of his length hit against her clit. “You ready, kitten?” He kept teasingly rubbing his length against her.

“Just fuck me already.” Y/N said, sass evident in her tone. Yunho immediately reached up and wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her up. His grip tightening.

“Excuse me?” He basically growled as raised a brow at her. “What was that you little whore?”

“N-Nothing… I’m sorry…”

“How the fuck do you ask now, whore?” Yunho growled as he gave her a few hard spanks.

“P-Please fuck me, sir…?” Y/N stuttered out, looking at him to see his reaction to her calling him sir.

“I should fucking make you beg for my cock, my little whore.” Yunho whispered into her hear, his hand still wrapped around her neck. His hips and length grinding against her ass. “But you are lucky that I just want to fuck you right now.”

“I-I am so lucky for that, s-sir.” Y/N whimpered before he pushed her back down against the counter as his length slowly pushed into her. His hand moved off her neck before he moved them down and gripped her hips. His fingers dug in hard enough to know that he would be leaving marks behind. He aligned his length to be able to slowly push into her once he got a condom on. He took one out of his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth, rolling it onto his length.

“Ready, kitten?” He asked as he slowly pushed the tip inside of her, waiting for her to say something before he pushed more of it into her. As he pushed the little bit that he did inside of her, she moaned out before she responded to what he had asked.

“Yes, I’m ready sir…” Y/N said, looking back at him.

Hearing her say that she was ready for more, he slowly pushed himself in, groaning at how tight she was around him.

“Shit… you’re so tight…” Yunho groaned out as he bottomed out. Y/N only moved to adjust herself once he had tapped her hips and signaled for her to do so.

“You can move now…” Y/N said, wiggling her hips to tease him a little. Once Yunho heard that, he gripped her hips hard once again as he started to slam into her, only to pull back and do it again. He did that a few more times, making her moan louder each time, before he picked up the pace. After a few more minutes had passed, the only sound you heard was either their moans and groans or the sound of their skin slapping together with how hard and fast he was fucking her. He couldn’t help but watch her face to see her reactions to what he was doing to her, smirking at how much she was moaning and how badly he knew she wanted to dig her nails into the counter.

Yunho decided to reach over and wrap his hand around her neck and pull her up, keeping it tight around her neck as his other arm wrapped around her waist to keep her in place as he kept going. The new position made Y/N throw her head back in ecstasy at the new angle he was now hitting.

“You like that, kitten?” He whispered into her ear, his thrusts not stopping once. “Let everyone know how well you are being fucked and how good I am making you feel.” He felt the shiver run down her spine and smirked. The mixture of whines and moans coming from her was just fueling him to keep going to get her to cum again. Especially now that he could feel her clenching around him, he just kept going harder. “Getting close, kitten?”

Y/N only nodded as a response since she couldn’t get any words out with how much she was moaning for him. Yunho kissed along her neck and shoulder before the fingers on his hand that was holding her waist moved down to rub against her clit. His touch there made Y/N’s body convulse as the pleasure combination drove her wild.

“Yun-Yunho!” She practically screamed out, not wanting to give into her orgasm just yet but she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out.

“You’re so fucking hot screaming my name, kitten.” Yunho snickered as he kept all his actions going. “Cum for me, kitten. I know you want to.”

When she heard his order for her to cum, she did just that, cumming hard around his length as her body shook from the intensity of it. When she hit her orgasm, he gripped her hips, as he let her fall forwards against the counter again, pounding into her once again as he chased his own orgasm. It was only a few more thrusts before his hips shuddered as he hit his, moaning out her name at the same time. He rode out his orgasm before slowing to a stop, leaning forwards to press a few kisses against her spine. He lead a trail up to her neck and stopped at her shoulders.

“You did so well, kitten.” He whispered into her ear before he pulled out of her with a groan. He pulled off his condom and tied it closed before tossing it into the garbage. He walked back over and smiled at how fucked out she looked already. He easily lifted her into his arms, carrying her bridal style over to her bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

Y/N only nodded as she snuggled against him as he carried her. He placed her down on the counter with a smile, reaching up to move some hair out of her face, staring at her a little.

“What?” Y/N softly said with a small smile.

“You’re gorgeous…” Yunho said confidently, his bright smile appearing on his lips. His words making Y/N blush. He took this opportunity to confess something that he wanted to for the longest time but was always too afraid to. “I like you, Y/N. I have for a while now…”

“R-Really?” Y/N looked at him surprised, not expecting him to say that. Yunho only nodded before running a hand through his hair. “I will understand if you don’t, I just wanted to—” He was effectively cut off by Y/N pulling him into a kiss.

“I like you too, you big puppy.”

[britany1997]

Dine n' Dash

Surprise besties🥰 @misslavenderlady and I have been working on a collab series for our baby boy Tyler💕 We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Lave is a queen and it was super fun to work with her on this:)

Tyler x Fem! Reader

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Ask anyone in The Ramp Locals, and they’d all agree that Tyler was the sweetest, most loyal guy you could ever call a friend. He was always there for his fellow skaters, cheering them on and hanging out with them whenever they needed some company. There was just so much to like about the guy.

What the others didn’t realize was that deep down, Tyler was actually a bit lonely. Not in the case of his social circle, of course. No, Tyler was missing something else in his life. Something more....intimate.

He would never admit it to any of the other guys, but he had a feeling of envy whenever Corey was hand-in-hand with his blonde beauty of a girlfriend. He and Chrissy were always so sweet to one another, and while the others teased Corey for it, Tyler had the nagging sensation of a little green monster tugging at his heart. Though he was handsome, athletic, funny, and kind, he just hadn’t found the right girl. Someone who would make him turn into the same love-struck dope that Corey had become.

Tyler kept this secret to himself, privately moping over his lack of love. He would silently listen to his buddies talk about hot babes in bikinis and hookups in the backseats of cars. Meanwhile, he would long for something far more meaningful. Something sweeter. Something more passionate.

It followed his thoughts as he followed the others into a local diner one sunny day. They were all young men with monstrous appetites, and being active skaters didn’t help with their rumbling stomachs. It wasn’t much of a place. Just a greasy spoon of a restaurant with comfort food at the ready. What he ordered didn’t matter. A bite to eat would just help take his mind off of things.

The boys clamored into a bright red booth as they littered the floor with their skateboards. Tyler picked up the menu that had been placed in front of him. He grimaced as he realized a sticky substance that had been coating the menu was now all over his hands. He wiped them off onto his shirt with a sigh. The boys chatted away as he flipped through the food choices, looking for something that might catch his eye. His eyes glazed over as he read the descriptions for burger after burger.

“You boys ready to order?”

Tyler settled on a cheeseburger, and fries before glancing up to lock eyes with the waitress, who just happened to be the most beautiful babe he’d ever seen. His lips parted, but nothing came out as he stared at you, speechless. You shot him a confused look.

“What can I getcha?” you asked.

Tyler fumbled trying to bring words to his lips. All he could muster was broken “uhs” and “ums.” ‘Smooth,’ he thought to himself as he felt his face turn as red as the lipstick coating your smile.

“He’ll just have a cheeseburger,” Corey ordered, coming to Tyler’s rescue. “You want fries with that Ty?”

Tyler whirled around to face him. “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered out. “Fries sound good.”

You bit back a giggle, amused by how dazed the blond boy was. Clearly, he was so hungry he couldn’t think straight. As you scribbled away on your pad of paper, you made a note to get him an extra helping of fries to help him feel better. All of the other boys had no issue with figuring out what they wanted. Steak and eggs, pancakes, a club sandwich, and much more. It was a good thing you had built up plenty of experience writing down orders quickly.

“Alright! I’ll go ahead and put this in for you guys!” you smiled, tucking your pen behind your ear when you were done. With a small wave, you turned on your heel to head to the kitchen.

What the diner lacked in cleanliness it made up for in the style, and that was apparent when it came to your uniform. You adored the baby blue dress that framed your figure under the apron you had on. It was fun to twirl around, letting the skirt swish as you moved. It made you excited to get a little dolled up for the day. After all, a little lipstick and mascara went a long way in charming the customers enough for extra tips.

After putting in the order for the line cook, you turned to watch the table from afar. You wondered if that one boy liked your uniform. All the guys in the group were cute, but that blond was something else.

Tyler stared at you while you put in the orders, his mouth still slightly agape. He only returned to reality when he caught sight of Corey’s fingers snapping in his face.

“Hey man, what was that?” Corey asked. “You fall off your board one too many times or somethin?”

“Just lost my train of thought, dude. It was nothin,” he grumbled defensively.

“Whatever, man,” Corey replied before turning back to his conversation with Radley.

Tyler leaned back against the booth, completely lost in thought. Corey was right. What was that? He couldn’t remember the last time something had left him speechless. There was just something special about you. He was sure of that as he watched you sashay back to their table carrying a tray piled high with food.

“Alright! I hope you guys are hungry! I even threw in a little extra stuff,” you told the group as you placed each plate down. While the others watched their own meals with mouths watering, the cute blond was only staring at you. Seeing how incredibly bright the shade of blue in his eyes was, you couldn’t keep yourself from looking back at him. With a warm smile on your face, you set his burger and extra fries down.

“If you need anything else at all, please don’t be shy~” you said with all the sweetness you could muster up. It made you feel good to see his toned cheeks flush a soft shade of pink.

With a wave of your fingers, you left them to their meals. Little did you know that Tyler was barely acknowledging the food that he was half-starved for mere moments ago. Even while you were off taking care of other customers, he watched with curiosity and wonder. So much so that the boys were wrapping up their meals before he even had a chance to take a few bites.

“Hey, Ty!” Radley teased Tyler. “You’re takin’ forever to eat! Are you gonna do somethin’ or what?”

It was only then that he realized how far behind he was on his meal. Everyone else at the table was getting antsy, ready to pay for their own stuff, and hit the streets for more skating. It seemed like the best move to let them go do their own thing. Maybe having some time to himself would help get his focus and appetite back.

Tyler continued to pick at his food as the boys scarfed down the rest of their meals and slid out of the booth, grabbing their boards as they went.

“You comin?” Corey asked confused as he glanced at Tyler’s half eaten fries and barely touched burger. “Need a box or somethin? I can call that waitress…” Corey trailed off as his head whipped around in search of you.

“No!” Tyler blurted out loudly, prompting Corey to turn towards him with a shocked look on his face. He cleared his throat, attempting to collect himself. “I think I might just hang here a little longer and finish my food. I’ll catch you guys at the halfpipe later!”

“Sure Ty, whatever you want, man,” Corey said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He slapped Tyler on the back as he flew out the door and sped off to catch up with the gang.

When Corey and the boys disappeared from sight, Tyler turned back to his food. He munched on his fries absentmindedly as he thought of what it might be like to hold your hand, to bring you to the rink to watch him skate, to kiss your pretty red lips. He couldn’t stop the smile from etching its way onto his face as he daydreamed.

“I brought you some more!”

Tyler returned to reality at your words. He was met with the sight of your outstretched hand offering him another dish of ketchup. His eyes snapped down to his plate as he realized he had used up all of his already.

“Thanks,” he said, reaching out to take the dish. He blushed as his hand brushed against yours. As he looked around behind you, Tyler realized he was the only customer left in the diner. The lunch rush had slowed down for the day.

"Your friends left you behind?" you asked, tilting your head to the side. Being in the serving business, you had seen your fair share of fake friends ditching the black sheep in their group and leaving them to foot the bill. You hoped that wasn't the case for this guy.

"Oh nah, they helped cover me. I was just takin' too long," he said, swirling a fry around in the pool of ketchup.

You smiled softly. He really was a cute guy. Having some time alone with him was making your stomach flutter. It made you want to sweeten up his day a bit more.

"Well, that's a shame because I was feeling generous enough to bring some complimentary milkshakes for the table," you said. The mention of dessert certainly made him perk up. "You got a flavor of choice, hun?"

“Well, what’s your favorite flavor?” he asked, his cheeks flushed pink.

You beamed as he stared up at you awaiting your answer.

“Strawberry’s my favorite,” you admitted. “They use real strawberries and vanilla ice cream instead of just the processed pink stuff. It’s my favorite thing on the menu!”

“Then one strawberry milkshake please,” he said, his lips pulled up into a half-smile as he ordered. He paused for a moment, “and two straws.”

Your lips parted slightly in surprise. The blush spread from his cheeks until his entire face was red as a tomato.

“I just mean…well, you’ve been working so hard… I couldn’t finish it by myself…if- if you’d like, you could share it with me,” he sputtered.

You smiled at him. “That would be lovely.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Radical!”

With that, you trotted back to the kitchen to put in his order. While waiting for the milkshake, you wiped down the counters and stole glances at the cute blond boy. When you’d look his way, you’d catch his eyes already on you. It made you smile to yourself every time he’d blush and turn away when he met your gaze.

After a while you heard the chef call ‘order up.’ When you went to take the drink, your nose crinkled in disgust. Sitting on the counter was a plain strawberry shake. No whipped cream, no cherries, no nothing.

‘No, no, no, this is all wrong,’ you thought as you snuck into the kitchen to add the fixings. You sprayed a mountain of whipped cream onto the shake, and topped it with a generous handful of cherries and a dusting of sprinkles.

When you were satisfied with your work, you picked up the drink and flounced back over to the table. Ever the one to provide service with a smile, you gave the boy a cheerful grin as you placed the strawberry milkshake down.

"Ta-da!" you said. To add one last touch, you plucked two straws from your apron pocket and stuck them into the creamy pink drink.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, eyes widening at the sight of the delicious dessert. He could certainly see the hard work you put into your garnishing. "This looks awesome!"

You giggled at his enthusiasm before sliding down into the seat across from him. Never had you actually sat with a customer to share a treat, but you supposed there was a first time for everything. The two of you each leaned forward, wrapping your lips around your own straws before taking a sip.

Sighs of delight came from your lips as you both enjoyed the sweet, berry flavor. That really was the good stuff.

"Damn, that's gotta be the best milkshake I've ever had," the blond boy smiled.

"Oh absolutely," you agreed.

While eyeing him carefully, you toyed around with your straw between your fingers. The top of it was marked with the stain of your lipstick. It was the same color as the cherries you stuck in.

"So…you gonna tell me your name while we're sharing a drink, cutie?"

“Tyler,” he told you, smiling. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Tyler,” you repeated. “I like that.”

He grinned, “And yours?”

You introduced yourself and he smiled, taking your hand in his from across the table and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he breathed.

Your heart fluttered. “The pleasure’s all mine, Tyler.”

The two of you were a mess of giggling and blushing. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he could see the hearts in your eyes for him. As your gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, you noticed a bit of whipped cream at the corner of his mouth.

Instinctively, you pulled a napkin from your jacket, licked it, and leaned forward to wipe the cream off. He froze in shock before allowing you to dab at his cheek. When you’d finished, you realized how close you’d gotten. You could practically feel his breath on your face as your gaze flicked between his eyes and his full, pink lips.

"Heh…sorry about that," you apologized before tucking the napkin away. "I tend to be really touchy-feely. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Tyler was still coming out of his surprised daze as you found your words. He gave a small shake of his head, blond, fluffy locks moving around as he moved.

"It's all good! I don't mind the sweet stuff," he assured you. His lips seemed to be stuck in a permanent smile during the time you spent with him. Not that you minded, of course.

After all, the more time with him, the better.

"Speaking of sweet stuff," you began. "You gotta try one of these cherries. My boss always gets the sweetest maraschino cherries he can find. Really makes the desserts extra special!"

You plucked one of the numerous cherries from the top of the whipped cream mountain. The stem twirled around in between your fingertips as you held it up for Tyler to pop into his mouth.

His lips molded around the cherry, and he bit into it, pulling it from your grasp. He chewed and swallowed before throwing the stem past his lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at such an odd thing.

“You eat the stem?” you asked with disbelief in your tone.

He shook his head. “No honey, just wanna show you somethin,”

You sighed wistfully at the nickname, watching him intently while his lips moved. A minute or so went by before he pulled a knotted cherry stem from his mouth, beaming as he showed it off to you.

It made you giggle. He was just absolutely adorable. You knew he’d been trying to impress you and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit it had worked. It was making you want to be a little extra playful too.

You leaned forward. “You know what they say about people who can tie cherry stems with their tongues, right?”

He smirked. He knew.

“No, what do they say?”

A sly smile of your own was plastered on your face. The fluttery sensations were getting stronger now. Tyler was quite the charmer and it was doing wonders on you.

"I'll tell you…but only if you let me give you my number first~"

The blond boy was absolutely adoring your flirtatious ways. He snickered softly, shaking his head again. The more his hair moved around, the more you wanted to run your fingers through it. His shiny locks looked so soft to the touch.

"Well if you're gonna twist my arm over it~" he chuckled.

With that, you took the pen that had been tucked behind your ear, ready to write your phone number down on a napkin. To your surprise, Tyler stopped you, offering his hand for you to write on instead. The two of you smiled bashfully as you slipped your fingers over the back of his hand. While you held him gently in place, you scribbled down your number, staining his tanned skin with blue ink.

You really were surprising yourself with how bold you were being. Moments ago he was just another customer you were serving. Now you and Tyler were flirting like a couple of high school sweethearts.

It was a good thing you were loving every minute of it.

Tyler could see the rest of the diner staff clearing tables and wiping them down. He knew his time with you was coming to an end, at least for today. He opened his mouth to tell you he didn’t want to keep you, but paused because, well, he did want to keep you.

“I better let you go,” he muttered instead. He sucked in a breath, gathering his courage. “But uh…maybe I could take you for a milkshake. This weekend maybe? Since you got the last one?” he blushed.

You smiled at him, more than happy to hear such an offer. “I’d love to.”

He let out the breath he was holding. “Really? Great! I’ll take you somewhere real nice too!”

You giggled. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date,” he repeated, sighing wistfully.

Tyler had a really good feeling about this. About you. Maybe his wish for something romantic in his life was coming true. He couldn’t wait to tell the others about you and the date you had planned. When the time came, he was going to get you the sweetest milkshake possible. Something as sweet as you~

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[misslavenderlady]

Dine n' Dash 🥤

Tyler/Female!Reader

Summary: Tyler isn't having much luck with his love life. He's feeling rather blue all on his own, until a cute little waitress with a love for milkshakes walks into his life~

This is the first part of a collab series with @britany1997. We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Seriously, she's the sweetest. She deserves the love 😍

Credit to lostboysluvr for the Tyler gif!

Part 2 HERE

Ask anyone in The Ramp Locals, and they’d all agree that Tyler was the sweetest, most loyal guy you could ever call a friend. He was always there for his fellow skaters, cheering them on and hanging out with them whenever they needed some company. There was just so much to like about the guy. 

What the others did realize was that deep down, Tyler was actually a bit lonely. Not in the case of his social circle, of course. No, Tyler was missing something else in his life. Something more....intimate. 

He would never admit it to any of the other guys, but he had a feeling of envy whenever Corey was hand-in-hand with his blonde beauty of a girlfriend. He and Chrissy were always so sweet to one another, and while the others teased Corey for it, Tyler had the nagging sensation of a little green monster tugging at his heart. Though he was handsome, athletic, funny, and kind, he just hadn’t found the right girl. Someone who would make him turn into the same love-struck dope that Corey had become.  

Tyler kept this secret to himself, privately moping over his lack of love. He would silently listen to his buddies talk about hot babes in bikinis and hookups in the backseats of cars. Meanwhile, he would long for something far more meaningful. Something sweeter. Something more passionate.  

It followed his thoughts as he followed the others into a local diner one sunny day. They were all young men with monstrous appetites, and being active skaters didn’t help with their rumbling stomachs. It wasn’t much of a place. Just a greasy spoon of a restaurant with comfort food at the ready. What he ordered didn’t matter. A bite to eat would just help take his mind off of things. 

The boys clamored into a bright red booth, their boards littered on the floor next to them. Tyler picked up the menu that had been placed in front of him. He grimaced as he realized a sticky substance that had been coating the menu was now all over his hands. He wiped them off onto his shirt with a sigh. The boys chatted away as he flipped through the menu, looking for something that might catch his eye. His eyes glazed over as he read the descriptions for burger after burger. At that point, he might as well just close his eyes and drop his finger on the menu to pick an order.  

“You boys ready to order?” 

Tyler settled on a cheeseburger, and fries before glancing up to lock eyes with the waitress. His lips parted, but nothing came out as he stared at you, speechless. It was hard to find words when you were the most beautiful babe he’d ever seen. You shot him a confused look.  

“What can I getcha?” you asked.  

Tyler fumbled trying to bring words to his lips. All he could muster was broken “uhs” and “ums.” ‘Smooth,’ he thought to himself as he felt his face turn as red as the lipstick coating your smile.  

“He’ll just have a cheeseburger,” Corey ordered, coming to Tyler’s rescue. “You want fries with that Ty?” 

Tyler whirled around to face him. “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered out. “Fries sound good.” 

You bit back a giggle, amused by how dazed the blond boy was. Clearly, he was so hungry he couldn’t think straight. As you scribbled away on your pad of paper, you made a note to get him an extra helping of fries to help him feel better. All of the other boys had no issue with figuring out what they wanted. Steak and eggs, pancakes, a club sandwich, and much more. It was a good thing you had built up plenty of experience writing down orders quickly.  

“Alright! I’ll go ahead and put this in for you guys!” you smiled, tucking your pen behind your ear when you were done. With a small wave, you turned on your heel to head to the kitchen. 

What the diner lacked in cleanliness it made up for in the style, and that was apparent when it came to your uniform. You adored the baby blue dress that framed your figure under the apron you had on. It was fun to twirl around, letting the skirt swish as you moved. It made you excited to get a little dolled up for the day. After all, a little lipstick and mascara went a long way in charming the customers enough for extra tips.  

After putting in the order for the line cook, you turned to watch the table from afar. You wondered if that one boy liked your uniform. All the guys in the group were cute, but that blond was something else.  

Tyler stared at you while you put in the orders, his mouth still slightly agape. He only returned to reality when he caught sight of Corey’s fingers snapping in his face.  

“Hey man, what was that?” Corey asked. “You fall off your board one too many times or something?” 

“Just lost my train of thought, dude. It was nothin,” he grumbled defensively. 

“Whatever, man,” Corey replied before turning back to his conversation with Radley.  

Tyler leaned back against the booth, completely lost in thought. Corey was right. What was that? He couldn’t remember the last time something had left him speechless. There was just something special about you. He was sure of that as he watched you sashay back to their table with a tray piled high with food. 

“Alright! I hope you guys are hungry! I even threw in a little extra stuff,” you told the group as you placed each plate down. While the others watched their own meals with mouths watering, the cute blond was only staring at you. Seeing how incredibly bright the shade of blue in his eyes was, you couldn’t keep yourself from looking back at him. With a warm smile on your face, you set his burger and extra fries down. 

“If you need anything else at all, please don’t be shy~” you said with all the sweetness you could muster up. It made you feel good to see his toned cheeks flush a soft shade of pink.  

With a wave of your fingers, you left them to their meals. Little did you know that Tyler was barely acknowledging the food that he was half-starved for mere moments ago. Even with you off taking care of other customers, he watched with curiosity and wonder. So much to the point where the boys were wrapping up their meals before he even had a chance to take a few bites.  

“Hey, Ty!” Radley teased Tyler. “You’re takin’ forever to eat! Are you gonna do somethin’ or what?” 

It was only then that he realized how far behind he was on his meal. Everyone else at the table was getting antsy, ready to pay for their own stuff, and hit the streets for more skating. It seemed like the best move to let them go do their own thing. Maybe having some time to himself would help get his focus and appetite back.  

Tyler continued to pick at his food as the boys scarfed down the rest of their meals and slid out of the booth, grabbing their boards as they went.

“You comin?” Corey asked confused as he glanced at Tyler’s half eaten fries and barely touched burger. “Need a box or somethin? I can call that waitress…” Corey trailed off as his head whipped around in search of you.

“No!” Tyler blurted out loudly, prompting Corey to turn towards him with a shocked look on his face. He cleared his throat, attempting to collect himself. “I think I might just hang here a little longer and finish my food. I’ll catch you guys at the halfpipe later!”

“Sure Ty, whatever you want, man,” Corey said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He slapped Tyler on the back as he flew out the door and sped off to catch up with the gang.

When Corey and the boys disappeared from sight, Tyler turned back to his food. He munched on his fries absentmindedly as he thought of what it might be like to hold your hand, to bring you to the rink to watch him skate, to kiss your pretty red lips. He couldn’t stop the smile from etching its way onto his face as he daydreamed.

“I brought you some more!”

Tyler returned to reality at your words. He was met with the sight of your outstretched hand offering him another dish of ketchup. His eyes snapped down to his plate as he realized he had used up all his ketchup.

“Thanks,” he said, reaching out to take the dish. He blushed as his hand brushed against yours. As he looked around behind you, Tyler realized he was the only customer left in the diner. The lunch rush had slowed down for the day.

"Your friends left you behind?" you asked, tilting your head to the side. Being in the serving business, you had seen your fair share of fake friends ditching the black sheep in their group and leaving them to foot the bill. You hoped that wasn't the case for this guy. 

"Oh nah, they helped cover me. I was just takin' too long," he said, swirling a fry around in the pool of ketchup. 

You smiled softly. He really was a cute guy. Having some time alone with him was making your stomach flutter. It made you want to sweeten up his day a bit more. 

"Well, that's a shame because I was feeling generous enough to bring some complimentary milkshakes for the table," you said. The mention of dessert certainly made him perk up. "You got a flavor of choice, hun?" 

“Well, what’s your favorite flavor?” he asked, his cheeks flushed pink. You beamed as he stared up at you awaiting your answer.

“Strawberry’s my favorite,” you admitted. “They use real strawberries and vanilla ice cream instead of just the processed pink stuff. It’s my favorite thing on the menu!”

“Then one strawberry milkshake please,” he said, his lips pulled up into a half-smile as he ordered. He paused for a moment before making an addition. 

“And two straws.”

Your lips parted slightly in surprise. The blush spread from his cheeks until his entire face was red as a tomato.

“I just mean…well, you’ve been working so hard… I couldn’t finish it by myself…if- if you’d like, you could share it with me,” he sputtered.

You smiled at him. “That would be lovely.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Radical!”

With that, you trotted back to the kitchen to put in his order. While waiting for the milkshake, you wiped down the counters and stole glances at the cute blond boy. When you’d look his way, you’d catch his eyes already on you. It made you smile to yourself every time he’d blush and turn away when he met your gaze.

After awhile you heard the chef call ‘order up.’ When you went to take the drink, your nose crinkled in disgust. Sitting on the counter was a plain strawberry shake. No whipped cream, no cherries, no nothing.

‘No, no, no, this is all wrong,’ you thought as you snuck into the kitchen to add the fixings. You sprayed a mountain of whipped cream onto the shake, and topped it with a generous handful of cherries and a dusting of sprinkles.

When you were satisfied with your work, you picked up the drink and flounced back over to the table. Ever the one to provide service with a smile, you gave the boy a cheerful grin as you placed the strawberry milkshake down. 

"Ta-da!" you said. To add one last touch, you plucked two straws from your apron pocket and stuck them into the creamy pink drink. 

"Woah!" he exclaimed, eyes widening at the sight of the delicious dessert. He could certainly see the hard work you put into your garnishing. "This looks awesome!" 

You giggled at his enthusiasm before sliding down into the seat across from him. Never had you actually sat with a customer to share a treat, but you supposed there was a first time for everything. The two of you each leaned forward, wrapping your lips around your own straws before taking a sip. 

Sighs of delight came from your lips as you both enjoyed the sweet, berry flavor. That really was the good stuff. 

"Damn, that's gotta be the best milkshake I've ever had," the blond boy smiled. 

"Oh absolutely," you agreed. 

While eyeing him carefully, you toyed around with your straw between your fingers. The top of it was marked with the stain of your lipstick. It was the same color as the cherries you stuck in. 

"So…you gonna tell me your name while we're sharing a drink, cutie?" 

“Tyler,” he told you smiling. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Tyler,” you repeated. “I like that.”

He grinned, “And yours?”

You introduced yourself and he smiled, taking your hand in his from across the table. He responded by placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he breathed.

Your heart fluttered. “The pleasure’s all mine, Tyler.”

The two of you were a mess of giggling and blushing. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he could see the hearts in your eyes for him. As your gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, you noticed a bit of whipped cream at the corner of his mouth.

Instinctively, you pulled a napkin from your jacket, licked it, and leaned forward to wipe the cream off. He froze in shock before allowing you to dab at his cheek. When you’d finished, you realized how close you’d gotten. You could practically feel his breath on your face as your gaze flicked between his eyes and his full, pink lips.

"Heh…sorry about that," you apologized before tucking the napkin away. "I tend to be really touchy-feely. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Tyler was still coming out of his surprised daze as you found your words. He gave a small shake of his head, blond, fluffy locks moving around as he moved.

"It's all good! I don't mind the sweet stuff," he assured you. His lips seemed to be stuck in a permanent smile during the time you spent with him. Not that you minded, of course. 

After all, the more time with him, the better. 

"Speaking of sweet stuff," you began. "You gotta try one of these cherries. My boss always gets the sweetest maraschino cherries he can find. Really makes the desserts extra special!"

You plucked one of the numerous cherries from the top of the whipped cream mountain. The stem twirled around in between your fingertips as you held it up for Tyler to pop into his mouth. 

His lips molded around the cherry, and he bit into it, pulling it from your grasp. He chewed and swallowed before throwing the stem past his lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at such an odd thing. 

“You eat the stem?” you asked with disbelief in your tone.

He shook his head. “No honey, just wanna show you somethin,”

You sighed wistfully at the nickname, watching him intently while his lips moved. A minute or so went by before he pulled a knotted cherry stem from his mouth, beaming as he showed it off to you.

It made you giggle. He was just absolutely adorable. You knew he’d been trying to impress you and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit it had worked. It was making you want to be a little extra playful too.

You leaned forward. “You know what they say about people who can tie cherry stems with their tongues, right?”

He smirked. He knew. 

“No, what do they say?”

A sly smile of your own was plastered on your face. The fluttery sensations were getting stronger now. Tyler was quite the charmer and it was doing wonders on you. 

"I'll tell you…but only if you let me give you my number first~"

The blond boy was absolutely adoring your flirtatious ways. He snickered softly, shaking his head again. The more his hair moved around, the more you wanted to run your fingers through it. His shiny locks looked so soft to the touch. 

"Well if you're gonna twist my arm over it~" he chuckled. 

With that, you took the pen that had been tucked behind your ear, ready to write your phone number down on a napkin. To your surprise, Tyler stopped you, offering his hand for you to write on instead. The two of you smiled bashfully as you slipped your fingers over the back of his hand. While you held him gently in place, you scribbled down your number, staining his tanned skin with blue ink. 

You really were surprising yourself with how bold you were being. Moments ago he was just another customer you were serving. Now you and Tyler were flirting like a couple of high school sweethearts. 

It was a good thing you were loving every minute of it. 

Tyler could see the rest of the diner staff clearing tables and wiping them down. He knew his time with you was coming to an end, at least for today. He opened his mouth to tell you he didn’t want to keep you, but paused because, well, he did want to keep you. 

“I better let you go,” he muttered instead. He sucked in a breath, gathering his courage. “But uh…maybe I could take you for a milkshake. This weekend maybe? Since you got the last one?” he blushed. 

You smiled at him, more than happy to hear such an offer. “I’d love to.” 

He let out the breath he was holding. “Really? Great! I’ll take you somewhere real nice too!” 

You giggled. “It’s a date.” 

“It’s a date,” he repeated, sighing wistfully.

Tyler had a really good feeling about this. About you. Maybe his wish for something romantic in his life was coming true. He couldn’t wait to tell the others about you and the date you had planned. When the time came, he was going to get you the sweetest milkshake possible. Something as sweet as you~

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[suguruslut]

Going to a carnival

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Gwen’s Notes: i would take all three of these men to a carnival as my dates. at the same time. just as a social experiment.

🐉𝒯𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊🍳

-given his lonely childhood, Tatsu never really had the chance to attend carnivals and such, so when you suggest the idea, Tatsu coolly accepts, complaining a little bit about the traffic, jacked up prices, the heat and noises so you won’t catch onto how siked he is to go

-the second you step foot on the carnival grounds, Tatsu is in awe at all the lights, rides, games and food stands surrounding him. he feels like a little kid again, experiencing something amazing for the first time, and before you know it Tatsu is the one dragging you to every booth he sees, keeping a hand on your wrist at all times so you don’t get swept away

-he still wore his suit, but without the apron today, claiming that if you were going to look hot as hell in a crop top and jean shorts, he wanted to look like a “babe” too. hats off to him, the bastard actually did look really hot dressed as a yakuza in a crowd full of sweaty Hawaiian shirts and worn out sandals

-Tatsu can’t believe how delicious the food is; for once he was grateful he didn’t have to pack a picnic for you two, buying all sorts of traditional Japanese street food and a few American things, like foot long corndogs and sugared cinnamon mini donuts ( “Pace yourself, Y/N...we still got churros and hot wings after this.”)

-you stick to the more milder rides, because Tatsu doesn’t really trust the suspicious looking men who set up the creaking rollercoaster, but you don’t mind. watching Tatsu sing karaoke for a contest and annihilating the competition was far more entertaining. he even dedicated his winning song to you, a little number by Shania Twain...

- “Oh, OH, oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feeeeel...Man! I feel like a woman~”

-you and Tatsu both want to check out the craft area, spending a lot of your time discussing househusband trade secrets, getting the scoop on new cleaning products and learning various DIY methods, probably Tatsu’s favorite part of the day. embroidering a cushion for his lovely s/o? just another day in the life of our yakuza househusband

-after walking for a few hours, laughing and pointing out all the sights and fun looking games, Tatsu zones in on a ball throwing game after you comment on an adorable dragon squishable toy a teen boy was trying to win for his girlfriend. poor dude thought Tatsu would be his hero and win the toy for them. sucker

-Tatsu showed no mercy, stepping up and breaking every single bottle with his wicked slider on the first ball, claiming the dragon toy for himself and proudly handing it over to you while the teen and his girlfriend stood there in shock. you named the green dragon Reptar, which Tatsu says was a good name for a worthy “dragon son”

-after claiming your victory price, the two of you winded down by buying some lemonade and going on the ferris wheel together; it was a pleasant way to end the night, admiring the stars and lights as you sat cuddled together, dragon plushie on your lap, Tatsu’s arm around you

- “Hope ya had a good time...I know I did. Yer gonna share Reptar with me, right? Right, Y/N?”

🐅𝒯𝑜𝓇𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜🍰

-Tora has been to carnivals before, but only as a crepe slinger, not another chump being tugged along by his s/o. he’s thankful for the switch, though, secretly overjoyed when you surprise him at the end of his shift asking if he’d like to walk around and check out some booths with you

-he knows where all the good food stands are, making you try grilled corn, taiyaki, karaage, and his personal favorite, fried banana split ice cream, which he happily shares with you before discussing the science of making delicious ice cream. you spend at least fifteen minutes listening to Tora and the ice cream genius exchange recipes before moving on to something else

-Tora keeps your hand in his the entire night, growling and glaring whenever someone bumps into you or the crowd starts to get a little too close; the second you ask him to ride with you on a carousel, he lightens up a lot, letting his inner kid shine as you snap pictures of him sitting on a plastic pink horse

-when you stroll past a dunking booth, Torajiro recognizes the dunkee as a cop that locked him up one time. obviously he has to throw some baseballs at the target as revenge, but his rage overwhelms his aim, and it takes thirteen throws before he finally hits the red center, dunking the cop in freezing cold water and laughing his ass off for ten minutes

-hey, if Tora’s happy, you’re happy

-after that incident Tora insists on playing games you find fun, almost crying in joy when you win a coupon for brown rice at the frisbee challenge. you do have to drag him into the freak show tent, though, and he comes out as white as a ghost and looks over his shoulders the rest of the night, insisting the elephant man was after him because Tora “looked at him wrong”

-the real excitement comes when Tora spots a mechanical bull riding competition. did Tora have any experience riding bulls, evil or benign? nope. that wasn’t about to stop him, though, and you can barely watch as Tora climbs up onto the bull and is immediately thrown around like a ragdoll

- “Is that all you got, mechanical bull?!!!!! Bring it on!!! I’ll take all your hits!”

-despite the violent lurches and attempts to throw him off, Torajiro lasts an entire minute, a good fifty seconds longer than necessary. he later informed you (between bouts of vomiting) that he was only on it so long because his foot got stuck in the saddle stirrup and he couldn’t get free. that won’t be the story when you brag to your friends, though

-for his gallant efforts, Tora is awarded a pick between an animal plushie or a free baking class in an upscale Tokyo bakery. you’re shocked that winning such a stupid event would have such a great reward, even more shocked when Tora declines the baking class and instead choses a tiger squishable, which he gifts to you

-you name the tiger Hobbes, and spend the rest of your night walking hand in hand with Tora and explaining the story of Calvin and his imaginary tiger Hobbes to your man, Tora listening with a small smile on his lips, wondering how he got so lucky as to share this night with you

🐕ℳ𝒶𝓈𝒶🥡

-Masa had been to his fair share of carnivals before, but only with his mom, not any friends; you found that extremely depressing, and insisted you go together when the local carnival opened for the evening. Masa slept all day in preparation

-Masa talks big, as we all know, but isn’t actually that much into adrenaline rushes and things that will overexert his lazy self. luckily you’re the same, and you two mostly spend your evening at the carnival avoiding the rides, finding joy in the food and entertainment (who was “ImmortalD325″ dominating at karaoke?)

-the man can eat like you wouldn’t believe, and even though he claims to never have any money, he spends a hell of a lot of yen on cotton candy, pizza, slushies, hot dogs, popcorn, any traditional fatty food he can find. Masa shares with you, of course, and makes sure to tease you when you get food on your face as you angrily wonder how your man can stay so skinny when he eats like the show pigs you saw earlier

-for revenge, you let an eleven year old girl paint Masa’s face at the face painting booth~ Masa is horrified at the colorful flowers, peace signs and other girlish things splashed onto his skin, but laughs it off when he sees how hard you’re laughing. anything to make his s/o smile! public humiliation means nothing anymore--in fact, it’s almost Masa’s way of life

-your next stop is the photobooth! this is a night to remember, you insist, and Masa reluctantly poses with you in all his adorable facepaint glory. you make up for it by getting a pic of you two kissing, however, and there’s a line for the booth by the time you two exit

- “Oh my god, Y/N--they have pony rides! Pony rides, Y/N!”

-Masa is all jumpy and excited while you wait in line with children and their parents, but he gets a little nervous once the time comes to approach the ponies. you tell him it will be fine, and Masa believes you, but still looks anxious as you two climb onto your ponies

-the ride goes smoothly, given you’re only going in slow circles, Masa smiling and cheering much like the children around him. he now believes he will become a famous horse racer one day, a dream cut short when the pony bites his hand when Masa tries to pet his nose after the ride

- “The dream is dead, Y/N...I’ll never become a famous horse racer now! NEVERRRRR!”

- “Mommy, that guy is acting weird towards that pony!”

-there’s one game Masa has to play in order to win a cute dog plushie and impress you once and for all. the game is balloon darts, and Masa is probably the worst dart thrower you’ve ever seen in your entire life. he can’t manage to even graze a balloon, though he does hit another stuffed animal prize and the man running the stand

-after Masa spends FOUR THOUSAND YEN (which he was supposed to pay back to a debt collector...sigh), you decide it’s time to step in. on the first try, you hit a balloon on the top row, dead on. Masa forgets about his shock when you hand him the dog plushie he really wanted, blushing and thanking you like a schoolgirl

-the man running the balloon stand is not impressed

-Masa names the dog Spot. yeah. spot. all your hard work and he names the plushie Spot. oh well...at least you have the cute pictures you took at the photobooth

                                                      🐉 🐅 🐕

[headstrongblake]

[ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret & if you wait a while, we can go home together. / grant & o / @thewholecrew

after spending most of the night tucked away in a booth, waiting to see whether a loud party was actually in their evening plans, octavia and her friends were growing restless. even with randoms buying kassy and octavia drinks in between the times' atom would sneak on by with glasses of coke that were laced with some sort of alcohol, octavia spun her phone around in her hand, eyes canvassing the rest of nick's bar. a smirk grew on her lips as nick and grant walked into the bar from the clubhouse together, fingers waving at nick who rolled his eyes. no doubt annoyed that, once again, there were the hell-raising minors in his bar.

tossing some hair over her shoulder, octavia turned her attention back to atom, kassy, and the baker twins, sipping on her rum and coke atom had slipped into her hand. "c'mon liv, j's right.... with your parents outta town this weekend, why aren't we having a legendary baker party?" octavia asked, leaning against atom where he stood at the edge of the booth. jordan nudged his sister, pointing his finger toward octavia in agreement. "maybe because the last one nearly got us grounded for life?" liv explained, eyes shifting between them all and spencer as if she couldn't believe they were discussing this. octavia frowned, accepting the answer until nick wandered over with grant on his heels.

"aren't you supposed to be working?" nick asked with a lift of his brow toward atom, but octavia interjected, "he is, he's keeping your customers very happy." she exaggerated, sipping on her drink again before nick snatched it away with a scowl. "oh really? my customers are the legal ones. go bother some other establishment tonight, o," nick said. emerald hues rolled as nick's look sent atom back to the bar, "just as well, we were leaving anyways, right J?" octavia beamed toward the baker twins with a wiggle of her brows, jordan smirking as all their phones went off with jj's mass text to the seniors, inviting them to the baker house for a party. "see ya later boys," octavia called after grant and nick, as the rest of her friends began to pack up their things to head out to the baker's. "i'll be right back babe," octavia told kassy, kissing her cheek before she slid out from the booth to use one of the bathrooms upstairs in the boys' dorm rooms before she left.

octavia was just coming out of the bathroom in her brother's empty dorm room when grant appeared at the doorway, quickly closing them inside away from prying eyes. her brow raised as she looked at him, but as her lips parted, he was swiftly in front of her, stealing a quick kiss. her smile grew against his lips as she leaned up into him, her hand fisting his shirt as she eagerly accepted his impromptu kiss. but as he separated from her, her forehead creased, nose wrinkling with a frown. it's always like this. something secret. something quick before he disappears again.

except this time, his hand that cupped her cheek kept her close, emerald hues filled with adoration and trouble sparkling as she watched him. "what was that for?" she asked, teeth tugging on her bottom lip. not that she was complaining by any means, but she usually had to seek him out. taunt and tease until he finally gave in to her. ignoring his strict duty as leader of the club, as if that somehow meant he wasn't allowed to have his own fun. "if you wait a while, we can go home together." her brow raised at that, eyes searching his face in an effort to gauge his seriousness. now she was really curious what brought this on because whatever it was, she'd have to do it again and again if this was the outcome.

"hmm, i dunno grant," she teased, fist uncoiling from his shirt as she smoothed out the crumpled fabric with her fingers. emerald hues watched him through her lashes, "how long is awhile?" she asked with a tilt of her head, "because all my friends are heading out right now for a really good night, i don't want to give that up..." octavia pretended to ponder, finger brushing against her lip as she thought. "but i guess i could be persuaded if i were to have an equally good night somewhere else," her mischievous grin grew with a lift of her shoulders, her palm rising to press on his chest as she pushed him away a bit. "i'll be here, don't make awhile too long, or else i might have to meet up with my friends after all." she said playfully, sitting on one of the armchairs in the dorm room as she pulled out her phone to text kassy not to wait up for her.

[findtomorrow]

♕ ( muse p / 29 / cis woman / she, her, hers ) — did you see ZARA HART wandering around the island today? they kind of look like GRETA ONIEOGOU from certain angles? i heard around town that the ER NURSE is PLUCKY, and OPTIMISTIC, but also STUBBORN, and IMPULSIVE. people say that they remind them of PURPLE BAND-AIDS, THE SMELL OF MAPLE SYRUP, and UNTIED SHOELACES, and SPECIAL by SZA is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town. ( admin jay / 26 / cst / she, her, hers )

✧*･ﾟ𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚

zara hart was born and raised in kings haven, massachusetts. she spent her whole life in one little town with the same greasy diners on the same three streets, and she hated it. it was probably why she got into trouble so often: idle hands, as the saying goes.

also, you know, the unmedicated adhd didn’t help lmao. 

it didn’t help that her parents spent most of their lives in the family restaurant. at first, zara did her homework in the back booths, but after one too many vaulted straws and games of 'the restaurant floor is lava', she was banished to ride her bike outside–as long as she looked both ways, twice.

her parents did their best not to let zara in on their economic problems, but it was pretty obvious as she got older. in high school, she waited tables at the restaurant, and quickly realized after watching that her parents struggle that her dreams of running away to italy, meet some dashing stranger, and then drive away from the world together into to the fading sunset in his vintage roadster weren't going to happen.

instead of living out a lifetime fairytale, she went to school online and got her nursing degree, and now she's a nurse in the er at the same hospital she was born in. 

pretty much her entire identity is taking care of other people, and her signature move is getting over-involved in people's, especially her parents. she knows that her dad has struggled with his vices in the past, so she's personally going to ensure he doesn't fall into his old habits.

✧*･ﾟ𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕

overall, zara is sunshine personified ( including the searing heat from her fits of passionate rage when feels something is unjust ). she's the kind of person that believes in the best of everything (think jess from new girl, phoebe from friends, and leslie knope from parks and rec). however, she does have a quick temper, and is constantly working on being as zen as she wants people to think she is.

a goofball who enjoys pranks and shenanigans at all hours of the day. she’s lowkey an adrenal junkie; that’s why she specialized in er nursing instead. she loves the blood and gore lmao. 

she’s an avid runner. i know, gross, but she gets up at five in the morning everyday just so she can run a couple miles before work, or she'll get home and run after a graveyard shift. there's something sick in her head.

she’s a not-so-secret Hopeless romantic. her dream is to run into her soulmate on the beach at sunset, and they'll both be listening to taylor swift and somehow get their air pods mixed up.

but in reality she doesn't have time for romance after one too many failed relationships, and tbh no one can ever live up to her dream diary, so all her dates stay in her mind.

she will do anything for a friend, but she will let no man cross her–women and non-binary babes get a few more free passes.

✧*･ﾟ𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

best friend: ( m, f, nb ), squad ( m, f, nb), childhood friends: ( m, f, nb ), roommates: ( m, f, nb ), exes: ( m, f, nb )

all the connections tbh. slide into my dms, or like this and i’ll hit you up !

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands!

B6R2: The Eye

Aha!:

2econd 2ight 2eer:

Lyrics below the line!

Aha!:

La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la

Eat, sleep and breathe it, you're full of the stuff Go bag it, tie it up tight Wheat, meat, dairy free, teetotal, happy-clappy High on life, you should try it (try it) And you know Go on while no one's looking

Aha Gotcha now Caught ya red-handed in the biscuit tin Cost you to keep me quiet Aah

La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la

Golden boy boots, pocket pedal stool Picking sharp smart moves Plastic, tin can and paper separator Busy bee wave, wave "Save the planet" flag But sneaky in suburbia

Aha Candid camera Hook, line and sinker for the four-wheel drive Cost you to keep me quiet To keep me quiet (to keep me quiet)

La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la (Aah) La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la (Aha, aha) La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la (Laa, aha) La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la (Aha) La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la (Laa) La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la (Aah)

Well reckoned, play the fool, no one's ill at ease And put their deepest Swiss bank trust In you No one saw it coming

Aaahaa Aaahaa Aaaha You killed a man Cost you to keep me quiet Laa, aha, aha

La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, La la la la La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la

Oi

2econd 2ight 2eer:

My grip on my secrets slipping while I’m speaking in tongues Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to I’m cut from a different kind of meat More than you can chew, hard to swallow me Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity How can I commit to reality, when my third eye’s open and I like what I see? Baby, I may be crazy but I didn’t lose it, no I set it free

I can’t ignore what’s under dance floorboards, the rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat But I still move my feet To slip out of this groove, I’m free Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls And maybe wake up from but a dream, yeah

I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind I didn’t lose it, babe There wasn’t much to find I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind I’m only passing through Oh, oh, o-o-oh

If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see You’d look through illusions, hallucinations, and lucid dream And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep But I got facts and I’m not afraid to use ‘em, take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I’d rather be that than An amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal But I’m more level-headed and clever than ever and I’m getting better one forever at a time And if sick is defined by what’s different, well then pull the plug out and let me die

Vice-versa, vice versus virtue Well who I am I choose through all the things I do And if it rhymes, it’s true, but I hate poetry Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down With no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no respect for reality

I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind I didn’t lose it babe There wasn’t much to find I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind I’m only passing through Oh, oh, o-o-oh

I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind I didn’t lose it babe There wasn’t much to find I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind A tourist passing through Well that was fun, goodbye