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cuddles-with-bucky · 4 years

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My Face, Your Boxers

Bucky X Reader

Authors Notes: Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and thank you so much for allowing me to combine these two amazing prompts together!!! Hope I did it justice!

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, pranks, language, sexual tension, talks of sex, implied smut.

Words 2,372

Prompts:

Y/N and Bucky have never got along and are always bickering. One day, he decides to prank her by changing all of her lace underwear to briefs with his face all over them.

Bucky has a date tonight and reader changes all of his boxers to “Pardon My Hardon” boxers.

The boxers:

“You’re putting way too much milk on your cereal, doll.” Bucky elbowed you, almost knocking you off the stool and spilling the milk everywhere.

“Fuck off and mind your own business.” You gritted through your teeth, wanting to knock that smug grin off his stupid face.

“Ah, young love.” Sam teased as he walked casually into the kitchen that was thick with sexual tension, no thanks to you and Barnes. You shot him a glare, pouring your milk carelessly over your cereal.

“Y/N seriously, fucking leave some milk for the rest of us!” Bucky warned, reaching over and snatching the bottle from your hand.

“Stop being up my ass all the damn time Barnes.” You said, scooping some cereal up on a spoon and shoveling it into your mouth. “If you want me to fuck you up the ass doll, all you gotta do is ask.”

“I’m out!” Sam announced, grabbing an orange and leaving quickly, leaving just you and Bucky alone in the kitchen which was always a very bad idea since you didn’t get along with the man.

You’re not really sure why, ever since he came to the compound, he acted cold and distant with you despite your warm welcoming and months later, he became the biggest dick.

“I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth.” You argued, loved pushing his squishy buttons. Despite him being an enormous asshole, he was so easy to piss off and you loved it.

“Hypothetical question, why?” Bucky pressed, taking a seat next to you and watched in amusement as you kept on shoveling the cereal in your mouth.

“Well first of all; you’re always sweaty and disgusting and I imagine you grunt a fucking lot. And secondly; I repeat my first point. Thirdly; I’m best friends with my vibrator that always lets me cum first. Something I don’t see you doing.”

“Aww, you jealous doll ‘cause you don’t have a man to know, lick you and fuck you into the mattress?” Bucky smirked, leaning his forearms on the counter.

“Jealous? HA. I actually feel quite sorry for any poor woman underneath you as you drip your disgusting sweat on her face. I’m GRATEFUL for that. Besides, wouldn’t want your dentures to fall out as you sucked the life out of me, plus, I’m a really nice person, now please, fuck off and have a great day.”

“Whatever you say, doll.” Bucky chuckled, drawing the pet name out since he knew how much it annoyed you. He was getting up to leave and missed the spoon being launched at his head by seconds.

“Sergeant Barnes?” The AI beeped as Bucky walked into the common room.

“What is it, FRIDAY?” Bucky asked, looking up in the air.

“A parcel has arrived and Mr Stark has left it in your room, sir.”

Bucky laughed knowing exactly what the parcel was, and it was all planned perfectly since you would be out of the compound most of today.

Bucky hurried back to his room and unpacked the parcel that was sitting on his bed, he cut the tape and laughed maniacally as he pulled the new custom ordered underwear out of the box. He spent hundreds of dollars on this and it had to go right.

He put a few hundred into a separate bag and hid the box in his closet in case someone decided to barge in like they normally did. Bucky exited his bedroom, walking down to the other end of the hall where your room was, just as he was about to go in, you came out.

“What?” You asked confused, putting your keys and phone in your pocket.

“I was- I thought you were out?” Bucky stammered, subtly moving the bag of underwear behind his back so you couldn’t get a peek.

“God, what are you, my husband? If you really must know, I’m just leaving so leave your testicles in your pants and stay out of my room. I remember what you did last time and I don’t want another cleaning bill.”

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky saluted. He was amused you didn’t even wonder why he was outside your door, or maybe you did and just didn’t care since Bucky always did go out of his way to annoy the fuck of you. Him being there was nothing to you.

While Bucky sneaked into your room, you had your own secret meeting with a friend in Brooklyn. You knew Bucky had a date tonight, because he’s talked about it non stop since last week and since he embarrassed you on your last date, you figured a little paycheck was overdue. Your friend had ordered you over 300 pairs of boxers. Boxers you were planning to plant in Bucky’s dresser so his date could freak the hell out.

You were an observant person, and his sweatpants never hid anything that great. The man constantly walked around with a boner, it was so obvious so these boxers were true, but you know, they would excuse it for him when his date sees him. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

Bucky pulled all your lace panties out and threw him carelessly onto your bed, including your bras. He unpacked the new briefs and folded them neatly into the top two drawers of your dresser, snickering as he saw the print on them. It was probably quite a childish prank, but he was sure you’d get a kick out of it.

Once Bucky was done, he put your laced panties in the bag he brought with him and left your room undisturbed and went back to his to hide the panties and meet Steve at the bar for a few beers.

You actually passed Bucky in the lobby, just as he stepped out, you were about to step in. He noticed a box in your hands, around the same size as the one he had delivered and snickered. How ironic would it be if you pranked with him the same underwear.

“Whatcha got there dollface?” Bucky purred, adjusting his leather jacket. You couldn’t deny he looked smoking hot in his black outfit. “More dildos?” He teased.

You snickered and stepped into the elevator. “Why? Jealous they might be bigger than you Barnes?” You cackled, pressing the button to your.

“STAY OUT OF MY ROOM!” You heard him yell just as the doors closed.

If anyone was to blame for this prank, it would be Bucky for leaving his damn door unlocked and making it too easy. You had no problem breaking into his room and removing his tattered and worn boxers, some with holes where the wiener would be, why he had a fucking hole there was anyone’s guess, you’d like to think it was because he probably rubbed one out every time he was alone in this room.

You replaced his ragged old boxers with some lovely new ones. They were red with a black waistband. The imprint on the front where his bulge would be read “Pardon My Hardon.” To now, you cackled like crazy every time you read it. You could imagine the look on his face, and also his date’s face.

Apparently, he was hoping to get lucky tonight. With these boxers, that’s not gonna happen. This was their first date after all. Once you hid his old boxers under the bed, you proceeded with the second part of your plan to make sure he would wear these and not notice them; remove all lightbulbs from his room. You paid Tony in good faith to cut the electricity for tonight when Bucky would be in his room changing anyway, but to be sure Tony didn’t follow through on his promise for some reason, you needed to remove the lights just in case.

You clapped your hands when you got the last light bulb out, also throwing them under his bed and left his room undisturbed.

Now you just had to wait.

***

Bucky returned back to the compound around 8 p.m and already it was dark outside. The heavy rain clouds that lingered over NYC ended daylight quicker than expected. To make matters worse, the storm had cut electricity out in the compound. Candles were lit everywhere, except for Bucky’s room since he just needed a quick wash and change of clothes. His eyes had never let him down before and he knew his room like the back of his hand.

He closed the curtains in his room and walked into the bathroom, washing his face and hands and patting himself dry with a towel he felt around for.

Bucky could hear the distinctive chatter from his teammates down the hall as they sat in the common room talking about the storm. Thunder and lightning came suddenly and the rain pelted against the floor-to-window panes. This storm came suspiciously quickly. Considering he was aware Thor was in town.

But these thoughts never really crossed his mind and he didn’t piece it together. He was thinking about Dot and his date tonight. He whipped his black jeans off along with his boxers, opening the drawer, he felt around for a pair and grabbed them.

His fingertips traced along the waistband until he felt the silk label and slipped into them. They felt a little tighter than usual, but Bucky had been working on beefing up again.

Bucky reached into his closet and pulled a clean pair of jeans off the hanger and slipped them on. He next removed his shirt and picked a button up off the hanger on the other side of the closet. When he was dressed and happy, he sprayed some cologne around his throat and neck, picked up his leather jacket off the bed and left his room.

He walked a little down the hall when your door suddenly ripped open, scaring the shit out of him. He stumbled and put his hand over his heart.

“Did you seriously fucking change my underwear to your stupid face?!” You gritted through your teeth.

“I did.” He shrugged, smirking as he now leaned against the doorframe. “Now you will always have me between your legs, doll.” Bucky teased, licking his dry lips.

You huffed out a laugh and shook your head. You’d never tell him, but you actually really liked the briefs. They were exceptionally comfortable and you find them funny. You couldn’t imagine the look on a man’s face though as he peeled them off you.

“You have a date tonight right?” You questioned, the candlelight behind you just about makes out his features.

“I do, so no need to wait up. I’ll leave some earplugs in the common room so we don’t keep you awake.”

You laughed, there was no way he was getting any tonight with those boxers he was most likely wearing.

“Enjoy the *squeak, squeak, squeak*” You teased, imitating his squeaky mattress that you heard often.

“Enjoy your vibrators that you had delivered today.” He retorted. You snorted and retreated back into your room, slamming the door unintentionally in his face.

***

You didn’t know what time it was when you fell asleep. Once Bucky had left earlier, you found Tony and Thor and thanked them with a hug each for their part in your plan. Let’s face it, without them, this wouldn’t have worked. But it seemed you were right and Bucky really was that naive.

You’re not sure what woke you up either, you thought you heard a knock on your door but it must have been in your dream. You rolled onto your back and stretched, putting your arm under your pillow, you just started to doze off again when the knock came louder this time.

You glared towards the door, rolling over to flick a lamp on and dragged yourself from the comfort of your bed towards it. You opened the door and on the other side stood a rather tired and unamused Bucky Barnes.

“Barnes? Are you lost, you’re room is down the hall on-”

“What the fuck did you do to my boxers?” He seethed, his jaw and fists clenched. You rubbed your eyes and chuckled, angering Bucky more.

“Oh, you saw them.” Is all you said, his eyes flickering down to his custom briefs. He couldn’t help but become aroused when he saw a slight wet spot and your nipples tenting underneath your tank top.

“No, Dot saw them and she was fucking horrified!”

“Poor Dot. You know, they are really funny and I’m sorry but if she couldn’t take the joke then maybe she isn’t the one for you.” You stated, folding your arms across your chest and resting them under your breasts, the swells of your breasts now threatening to spill out.

Bucky said nothing as he took a step towards you. You remained still in your place, his breath fanned over your face.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe then I don’t want another man between your legs, on briefs or otherwise.” Bucky sighed. Your arms dropped down by your side and Bucky took the opportunity to reach out and take on, guiding it to his hard bulge. Your hand squeezed him and he moaned quietly.

“If you want this, if you really want me, then I suggest you get in here and get your face between my legs for real.”

“If I knew planting briefs with my face on them would make me fuck you, I’d have done it months ago.” Bucky chuckled, his hands on your waist as he walked you backwards. He kicked the door closed with his foot, guiding you two back towards the bed until your knees hit the side of the mattress. Bucky kneeled on the floor before you, his fingers hovering on the waistband of the briefs.

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked, needing to hear you say it. “I know we hate each-”

“I don’t hate you. And I’m sure. Please…”

“Good, me neither. Once I start, I’m not gonna be able to stop.”

“Then don’t stop.” That’s all Bucky needed to hear. Once those words left your lips, your briefs were ripped from your body and your legs thrown over his broad shoulders. His tongue diving in between your seeping folds.

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serendipitystyles · 4 years

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Just Physical

Pairing: FWB! Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Summary: Being friends with benefits was all good, until you broke the rules of your agreement.

Warning(s): Talk of sex (no smut or even slightly descriptive stuff hehe), some cursing, mutual pining with neither knowing (dumbassery)

A/N: Here is one of the 43 drafts that I had unfinished. Now there are only 42!! We’re making progress :))

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You couldn’t do it anymore.

You had started this months ago. A fun, no-strings attached ‘relationship’ with the one and only Tom Holland. You thought it would be easy. He was an insufferable, egotistical douchebag. Plus, it was just sex.

But then it turned into more than that. A month after the agreement, he stopped leaving your apartment directly after you both had finished. He started staying the night. You would wake up to the smell of pancakes or eggs if he was up before you.

And then there were the days that you woke up first. You would be cooking and he would stumble into the kitchen groggily, and wrap his arms around you from behind and just bury his head into your neck.

You would stay with him until you were done cooking. Then you would eat together.

You should have known. The more that you hung out with him, the more attractive, the more appealing, he became to you.

Then it started to become a whole lot more than just sex.

You knew that this was bad. You fell for the one person that you had sworn you wouldn’t. Hell, you had a whole fucking agreement based on it. No feelings on either side.

And God, you had tried your best to ignore the feelings that had developed. But it was so, so hard.

I mean, come on, the boy was perfect.

He had the mop of brown curls that fell just right on his forehead, no matter what he was doing. He had the prettiest brown eyes that you had ever seen. Yeah, most people would say that brown is a boring eye color, but there was something about Tom’s that made you want to look into them for hours on end. He had this amazing body, fit, muscular. He was a perfect 10 in the looks department.

But you weren’t that shallow. It wasn’t just his looks that made you begin to fall for him.

To be honest, it had absolutely nothing to do with his looks. Yeah, he was one fine man, but who he was when he was with you was what made you catch feelings.

He was so sweet, even if he wasn’t in between your legs.

You would be driving around town, him at the wheel and you in the passenger seat. He would have his hand on your thigh, but during these times it was never in a sexual way, it was more for comfort. When he would come to a stoplight, he would look over at you, catch you staring, (which you did quite a lot. I mean how could you not?), and make some comment about it like “take a picture darling, it’ll last longer” to which you would blush at.

One of these particular times, Tom had done something completely unexpected.

He stopped, looked at you, and said “So, about that picture you seem to want…”

You just looked at him in pure confusion, your mind tended to not work very well when you were around him. Hard to concentrate when you were in his presence.

“So you don’t have to stare at me all the time.” He says like it was so obvious, and in hindsight, it probably should have been. “Would you wanna take that picture?”

“I mean, I guess. I’d need to get my camera though.” You say. The look in his eyes letting you know that you were clearly not understanding what he was saying.

“No, I want you to take a picture of us. Like right now.” He chuckles out.

So, you did. You took the picture of you both smiling and then he insisted on another. This one with him kissing your cheek, the blush that he says he ‘loves so much, darling’ littering your cheeks.

“AirDrop me those.” He says, and you comply, without question.

At the next red light that he came to, he unlocked his phone and set the second picture as his lock screen.

Your heart did a flip at that and you did the same. You thought that it was the cutest thing that Tom had ever done with you. It was like there was something more than just sex between you to him and that made you so freaking happy.

You had thought about that day a lot. Like, a lot a lot.

And that was what finally pushed you to talk to him about it.

“Hey, Tommy, can I talk to you about something real quick?” You say into your phone, knowing he was on his way.

“Yeah, darling. I’ll be at your house in just a second if you wanna wait. If not, go ahead.” He responds, making your heart flip at the pet name.

“I can wait. I’ll see you in a second.”

And you do. Within the minute, he’s knocking on your door.

You rush to let him in, wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans before opening the door. You try to hide the nervousness with a smile so he doesn’t know how flustered you truly are about what you’re about to tell him.

But, of course, he knows you better than that.

“Hey, darling, I brou- wait, what’s wrong, love?” He looks so concerned, but that just makes you even more nervous. What if he doesn’t feel the same way and you never get to see that face again?

“Um, I just needed to talk to you about something.” You say, fiddling with your hands.

“Come on, darling, let’s sit down. You know that you don’t have to be nervous about talking to me about anything, right?” He leads you over to the couch and you give him a small nod.

You do know that, but this was different. You were about to hand him your heart and hope that he didn’t crush it into a million pieces.

“I-I um, I just needed to tell you something. And I don’t know how you’re going to react and it’s a little scary.” He looks at you for a moment.

“Y/n are you pregnant?” You giggle before you realize that he’s being completely serious.

“No, Tommy, I’m not pregnant.”

“Well, look, love. Nothing that you can tell me is going to make me run away from you. Not even if you were pregnant. Because that would be my little thing, too. So, you don’t have to be nervous about it. Whatever it is.” He takes your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze, letting you know that it’s safe to tell him.

“Um, so we made this agreement, right? And it was just sex, no feelings. Well, um, I kind of, you know, broke those terms. And I know, I know. I promised. I said no strings attached. I shook on it. But God, Tom, you make it so hard. You started spending more time around me, which you explained, of course. Don’t want anyone else sleeping with me while you are. Had to make them think that we were something. But you didn’t just make them think it, Tom. You made me think it. I found myself wishing that the whole thing was real and I just-” There are tears in your eyes, making his figure in front of you blurry.

“Y/n…”

“No, no, don't say anything yet. I need to get this out. Um, so I started finding myself not realizing what was real and what was an act. And that started messing with my head. And I know that you don’t have feelings for me, Tom. I do, I just needed you to know that, um, I’m kinda, sorta, maybe falling for you.”

You look down at your hands, not being able to keep the tears in any longer.

“Love?” Tom puts his finger under your chin and lifts your head until you’re looking at him.

“Y-yeah?”

“Look, I know that we agreed that this was just physical, but I broke that too. I made that excuse when you asked why I was spending so much time with you because I thought you wouldn’t want me to be around you. You make my whole day brighter, darling. That’s why I’m here with you all the time. I want to be around you. Yeah, this started as a physical relationship, but I want so much more. I want to wake up with you every morning and know that you’re mine. Know that I don’t have to leave at some point to go back to an empty apartment. I want to have you steal my clothes all the time, not just after sex.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, darling. I am so whipped for you that it’s kind of crazy. So, um, since we got the whole confrontation thing out of the way, do you maybe want to, um, go out with me? Like for real? I want to do this right.” He looks down at his hand that’s intertwined with mine.

“Y-yeah, of course.”

He pulls you into a warm embrace and kisses your forehead.

“Thank fuck. I was terrified you might still say no.”

You laugh at that, mumbling a “not a chance” into his chest before cuddling into him and drifting off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that he was there to stay.

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hopesbarnes · 4 years

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Dream Girl

@hailmary-yramliah “hi I don't know if you're taking requests but could you do a Bucky x reader where reader is in love with Bucky but he's completely clueless and just goes on to date someone, making readers heart break. The end is up to you. I'm just a sucker for angst and thanks in advance if you do this! Totally fine if you don't :)”

Summary: You’ve been in love with Bucky since the moment you met him. But he’s never seen it.

Warning: ANGST. I’M WARNING Y'ALL

A/N: I wrote this in less than a day. I reallllly loved the prompt and man did I run with it. Apologies in advance guys😘 Also I love you @hailmary-yramliah for requesting this♥

“I’m in love with him, Natasha,” you sigh, “And he only sees me as his girl best friend. And even then, he barely see’s me as a girl.” It was a horrible truth. He was the one the songs made sense about and the star of your daydreams. But he just sees you as his wing girl. The girl up for anything, and always has your back.

You were essentially a plot device in the story that is James ‘Bucky’ Barnes life. The one meant to lead the character to the happiness of some sort. Just not happiness that included you.

“I know honey, he does that to people,” she breathes softly the pity thick in her voice. Natasha had been in love with him too, once upon a time. They were the high school it couple, who realized after four months that they didn’t belong together, just were meant to be friends. She held no love or resentment toward the man, and they remained friends. She did, however, wish he would see that his dream girl was head over heels for him so that she wouldn’t have to comfort her over another bottle of wine.

“Have you seen that hair, no wonder I’m in love with him. He has,” you take a second to sob, “floppy hair!” The blubbering stage has come and you know you’re going to regret it in the morning. But at this point, what in your life did you not regret.

The next morning you wake up on the floor, next to an empty glass and a discarded pizza box. Natasha is on the couch, one arm hanging off the other over her eyes. You really didn’t deserve her, she could be with her boyfriend in bed comfortable and instead, she is hungover on your couch.

Deciding moping around the house is lame and pathetic you go to take a shower. It does little to cure the headache, but at least you smell better now. Natasha is still asleep, and you let her electing instead to make breakfast to thank her for listening to your sorry ass.

She wakes up and mumbles a ‘no’ before eating the food and going to sleep in your bed. So much for spending the day together. Might as well put the day to use and clean the house. That’s what sad people do right?

By 5 pm your house is spotless, and there’s a knocking on your door. You open it to find a disheveled Bucky, anxiously tapping his foot.

“How do I get a girl to go out with me?”

“Hi to you too,” you reply and open the door wider to let him in. “You’re always with girls, what’s got you so worked up?”

He huffs and collapses on your couch, “Those are just hookups, mindless things. Now this girl? She’s amazing. Her eyes sparkle and her laugh? She’s the girl of my dreams,” he chuckles, “I could die a happy man listening to that sound.”

You’ve never heard him so enamored for a girl. Your best friend was a one night stand kind of guy, the player who doesn’t settle down. And for the most part that made the whole ‘in love with him,’ thing hurt less. You could lie to yourself and say it wasn’t that he wasn’t in love with you, it was that he didn’t date or fall in love with anyone.

But if he was freaking out over a girl? Then that meant there was a girl. And that tore your heart even more.

“She seems special,” you say swallowing all sadness down.

“Never met anyone like her. She’s shy and speaks softly. But will mutter sarcastic things under her breath, and if she catches me staring she blushes heavily.”

“Oh, hey Nat’s asleep in my room. I’m gonna go check on her and change.”

“Okay, I’m gonna find a movie to watch and figure out what I should text her,” he says, completely far gone.

You shut the door to your bedroom and collapse against the door. This was too much. He was in deep for this mystery girl. Nat’s unfortunately awake and sees you crying against the door.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong,” she says quickly getting up from the bed to rub your back.

“Bucky’s here. He’s got a hardcore crush on a girl. Never,” you heave trying to control your emotions enough to speak, “Seen him like this,”

You recount the story quickly to Nat while rubbing your eyes and blowing into a tissue.

“Honey, calm down. Are you sure he’s not talking about you? Maybe he’s being mysterious because it’s you?” You pause your crying. Maybe it was you. Everything he said sounded like something you do. What if he finally realized that he was as in love with you as you were him. Maybe your life really could be a fairy tale.

“You fix yourself up, and I’m gonna go home. Miss my Clint, and such. Call me tomorrow and tell me what happens, okay?” she says hugging you tightly and then pushing you towards your closet to change and dry your eyes.

You’re midway through the most boring movie ever, when you decide to see if he’s talking about you.

“Is she from around here?” you blurt out.

“Yeah! Lived here all her life,” he says and you nod. You’ve also lived here all your life. You let the movie continue on.

“What’s her name?”

“Not jinxing this doll,” he laughs and you poke his shoulder to see if he’ll crack but he doesn’t.

The movie finally ends so you turn to him,

“Where’d the two of you-uh meet?”

“That coffee shop down the street. Ran in to buy a cup and she owns the place. Best damn coffee I’ve ever had too. Doesn’t look at me weird when I order a cup of black coffee,” he says smiling like a fool. You didn’t own a coffee shop. Wanda did, however.

“Wanda?”

“You know her?!” he asks excitedly.

“Yeah, she’s amazing,” you say unbeknownst to him that your heart had finally broken in half. No, not half, that was to clean. More like a thousand pieces, that would be hard to piece back together. He wasn’t in love with you, why would he. He was in love with her, the red-haired girl who would give you extra pastries when you worked on assignments in her shop, or comment sweet things on every picture you posted on Instagram. The girl who could only be described as sunshine. Of course, he would fall for her, they would be perfect together.

“Go to her shop, and order a coffee. Compliment her display, and ask if she wants to check out that new Sokovian restaurant downtown. Her parents were from there, she’ll say yes.” you say.

“You really think she’ll say yes?” he asks nervously.

“Why wouldn’t she, you’re the perfect guy Bucky. She’d be lucky to have you,” you say with a painful smile. He hugs you and thanks you a million times.

A week later you get a FaceTime call, followed by four urgent texts reading “PICK UP PLEASE”. You answer to see Bucky, with two ties around his neck, a bomber jacket half on and a panicked look on his face.

“She said yes, we’re going out tonight. I need to leave in like 10 minutes, and I can’t for the life of me figure out what to wear,” he says gasping, “Suit seems too formal, jeans too casual. I’ve never done a date tomorrow. How do you dress?!” the last part comes out as a shout and you see him collapse on his bed.

“Wear one of your button-down shirts with black pants. Leather jacket on top, to make it less formal. Plus you look good in that jacket,” you say and he looks at you shocked.

“How do you do that so quickly?”

“I’m a girl, I’m good at this stuff,” you say omitting the fact you had been planning the outfit he’d wear on his first date with you for years.

“Gotta go, thanks, doll, you’re the best friend I could ask for!” he says ending the call. Apparently, you’d have to settle for just being the best friend. Bucky had finally found his dream girl, and it wasn’t you.

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Feels like Death

TITLE: Feels Like Death CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One shot AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine unexpectedly getting your period and having to explain it to Loki. RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 here

It was a series of unfortunate events that had you in your current situation. You writhed in your bed, trying to find some position that was remotely comfortable. But everything hurt. It didn’t just hurt. Hurt was too weak of a word for the aching cramps in your abdomen, the ones in your back. You felt sick, nauseous, fevered and chilled at the same time.

You shifted again in your bed, though this position was no better than the last one had been. You felt like you were laying in a pool of your own blood. That may have actually been more comfortable than the tampon that felt like a rolling pin shoved up a very uncomfortable place and the pad that felt like laying in a wet diaper.

Everything reeked and hurt and gods, you felt like you were dying. Or at least that ripping out your uterus yourself would feel less painful than what it was doing to you. It had been months since it had been this bad. The medication you were on usually kept you from even having periods most months. This month was different. You’d missed a dose of the shot while you were on a mission with the team. You’d caught up on it later, but it hadn’t been enough. Plus you were due for a real period.

You groaned as you reached for the bottle of pain pills. You were going to have to take them dry. Getting up to get water was out of the question with how awful you felt.

“Miss, breakfast is ready,” Jarvis announced.

That made you groan louder and curl into a tighter ball. “Fuck off, Jarvis,” you grumbled as you whimpered in pain. You weren’t going anywhere.

There was a pause where you could practically feel the AI’s offense at your words. “Shall I tell the others you are sick?” He asked too politely. Yup, he was pissed.

Somehow, you couldn’t find enough fucks to care.

Fuck.

Loki.

Loki didn’t know about periods as far as you were aware. You’d been dating him for a few months now, but hadn’t had to tell him about this unfortunate part of being a midgardian female. You last period had been before you’d started dating.

He was going to freak out if he found you curled in a ball in your bed unable to move.

You tried to sit up, you wouldn’t have long before he came to try to find you if you didn’t show up for breakfast. He worried over you during the best of times. While you were skilled enough to be on the team, you still weren’t a god of Asgard. You usually bickered with him that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself, and had even handed his ass to him in the training room before, but today you knew he wouldn’t listen or believe you.

You managed to get to a mostly sitting position before the pain got too bad and you fwumped back among the pillows with a whimper of pain.

There was a polite tap on your door. “Darling?” Loki asked, concern in his voice. Jarvis probably ratted on you for cussing at him. Fucking stupid AI.

Fuck. You were out of time and still had no idea how to explain.

“Loki, I-“ you paused. You couldn’t lie to Loki, even though a closed door he would be able to smell your lie. You sighed and laid your head back down.

“Darling? May I come in?” Loki asked more insistently when you didn’t answer properly.

You groaned something in reply. Or just groaned in pain. You couldn’t quite be sure which. Regardless, Loki took your groan as permission to enter and opened your room’s door. You looked up at him when he came in. He was perfectly handsome as ever, even in the Midgardian clothes he’d taken to wearing after you’d finally convinced him that most people on Midgard didn’t wear court clothes from Asgard. Or tunics. Despite how hot he looked in them. He’d worn sexy suits for two weeks straight after that just for spite. Today he was wearing perfectly tailored jeans and a green shirt, his raven hair was down as he usually wore it, reaching just past his shoulders.

It wasn’t fair that he looked so stunning while you felt and looked like shit warmed over. Your hair was a mess, you were too pale, soaked in sweat and beyond gross as you were bundled in your bed and blankets. You felt like death and you were sure you looked just as bad.

You were extra sure about that point when Loki rushed over to your side, sitting on the edge of your bed and reaching for one of your hands. “Darling? What’s wrong? Are you ill?” He asked you gently as he reached with his other hand to touch your forehead and cheeks, checking you for a fever.

You blushed at the question. Fuck. You would have to tell him. “It’s that time of the month,” you told him, hoping against hope that he would understand what the phrase meant. You didn’t know if Asgardian women went through the same monthly woes as human women did. Loki’s blank look made your heart drop and you fought not to groan, even as you curled in on yourself, whimpering in pain.

“Darling, please,” Loki begged, hating seeing you in pain or hurting. He cared too much for you. This wasn’t an injury or a foe he could fight and he didn’t know how to help. “I don’t understand,”

You sighed and looked up at him. Words fell from you in what you hoped was a coherent manner. “You get an abbreviated explanation since I feel like death,” you warned him. He nodded his agreement, willing to accept whatever explanation you were willing and able to give him, any hint of how to help you. “Every month a woman bleeds from her vagina for a few days if she’s not pregnant. It hurts like hell, there’s a lot of blood, and cramping, and I feel like I’m dying~” you whined that last as your words became incomprehensible.

Loki squeezed your hand as he took in that information. You weren’t sure if he was as squeamish as mortal men, but he definitely accepted your words. “What can I do for you?” He asked you gently. He hated seeing you like this, you saw that much in his eyes.

You didn’t know where to start. You were gross and hurting and so very gross and just wanted to sleep and you couldn’t. “I should bathe, and change clothes, and the sheets, and find more paint meds, and…” you trailed off, babbling again. Gods, you needed to control your tongue.

Loki gave you a gentle smile. “Then allow me to help you, my love,” he told you gently. You nodded weakly, unable to do more than mew and let him care for you. He placed his hand against your forehead, the other against your abdomen where the pain was worst. His cold skin felt fantastic and you sighed in relief. His hands started glowing green with his magic and you sagged with a moan as the pain eased, the cramps eased. At least momentarily.

“I love you,” you told him, not having other words for how amazing it felt to get some relief.

Loki chuckled. “And I love you, dearheart,” he said warmly. That done, he carefully unbundled you from your blankets and lifted you into his arms bridal style.

“Loki?” You asked, though you didn’t fight him, your arms going around his neck automatically.

“Let me take care of you, darling,” he said gently instead of actually answering. He carried you into your bathroom and you saw that he had magicked you a hot bath, filled with some kind of floral herbs you couldn’t recognize, but they smelled soothing and relaxing. Loki vanished your clothes before you could protest. “It isn’t as if I do not know what you look like,” he reminded you. You’d had plenty of sex with him. He was fantastic at it, after all, so of course he knew very well what you looked like. He set you carefully in the bath and you sighed in relief.

“This is amazing,” you said in a purr as you sank back and relaxed.

“Soothing herbs from Asgard,” Loki told you with a warm smile. He knelt next to the tub and slowly began to wash you. You tried to protest that you didn’t need to be bathed like a child, but it felt so nice to not have to think or take care of yourself when you felt so much like shit. “Let me care for you,” he repeated when you tried to protest.

You were so strong most of the time. It was hard to let your guard down, even to him, but you nodded and let him care for you. You knew he wouldn’t hurt or betray you, or think any less of you for the condition you were in.

He massaged your scalp as he washed your hair and you moaned in pleasure. “You have magic hands,” you told him with a purr, relaxed and putty in his hands.

Loki chuckled. “Yes, darling. I’m quite aware,” he said warmly. You could tell he enjoyed this, enjoyed this simple caring. He was glad you trusted him when you were vulnerable.

You don’t know how long you were in the bath. Loki left you there for a bit to relax in the hot water and let the herbs from Asgard work their magic on you. He eventually returned and helped you out of the bath. “Are you up for getting breakfast?” He asked you gently as he used magic to dry you. Soft fluffy pajamas formed around you and you sighed in relief. You were comfortable for the first time since your period had started.

You looked up at him and fought back the nausea. “I’m not sure…” you said, feeling queasy. You wrapped your arms around his waist to lean on him and let him support you. You really did feel like death and just wanted to curl up in your bed again.

“Can you try?” He asked gently, pressing a kiss to your hair. He knew perfectly well that you needed food to keep your strength up. You sighed heavily, but nodded. You couldn’t deny Loki anything.

He helped you shuffle down to the common room, holding and supporting you, but not carrying you, as he knew you would hate to appear weak in front of the rest of the team. They all looked up at you when you came in and all of them were on guard when they saw you, clearly concerned. They never saw you at less than your best, even when bleeding from injuries on missions.

Yet, your own fucking body was taking you out of commission because it couldn’t behave and give you a break.

You held onto Loki tighter, not wanting to explain, not wanting to deal. “She feels like death,” he told the team, drawing the attention to himself. The look in his eyes clearly told them all that they weren’t to question it or harass you. They would be facing his wrath if they did.

You loved him even more for that.

Loki led you to the dining room, past the team, and helped you sit down at the table there. He brought you breakfast and you laughed when you realized that it was his favorite: pancakes. Of course he thought pancakes would fix everything. They were among his favorite Midgardian food, so he thought everyone should like them as much as he did.

“Thank you,” you said, cheered up by his adorable love of pancakes. You took a couple of bites before the nausea crept back up. Loki took your free hand and started telling you stories. He distracted you from the nausea so you could eat. You had a feeling a bit of magic was involved too

Somehow the pancakes were gone and you were full and happy for the first time in any period you’d ever had. Loki got you safely back past the team and to your own bed. The sheets and blankets had been magically cleaned. He slid into the bed next to you and pulled you into his arms. He held you close, stroking your hair and telling you stories until you fell asleep in his arms, feeling as good as you could, with your body turned against you.

He continued to care for you through every moment of your misery, through the pain and nausea, suffering through all your symptoms and soothing them all away, until you could finally be yourself again.

And you loved him all the more for every ounce of love and care he gave you those days.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #feels like death #nekoamamori

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cals-sunflower · 4 years

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mutual friend (e.h)

-Your pov-

I had been good friends with Kehlani since I first met her at some party. Today I wanted to spend time with her and my niece Adeya. So I got myself ready in some black sweatpants, a white polo short sleeve shirt, and black/red jordan 1’s. Nothing too crazy because I’m literally gonna chill out and we’re not really doing anything. I grabbed my stuff and texted her I was on my way to the house.

To Lani🦋: i’m on my way to you guys! can’t wait to see my baby :)

From Lani🦋: okay sounds good to me and i have a friend over. you’ll definitely like him and he’s single if you’re interested😉

To Lani🦋: stop messing with my love life lmao, don’t start with me

From Lani🦋: fine whatever just hurry up!!

The drive didn’t take long for me to get to her house, so I decided to vibe out to Harry Styles because who doesn’t listen to his music. There was no traffic and I am so thankful for that because I got to the house in no time.

Getting out the car, I knocked on the door and a boy answered it. He looked familiar but I couldn’t put a name to his face. He is definitely very attractive though.

“Hi, you must be Y/n! Nice to meet you, I’m Edwin,” the boy smiled and stuck his hand out for me to shake. So naturally I shake his hand and return the smile. “Yes, the one and only Y/n,” I chuckled light and he joined in as well. I walked into the house and closed the door behind me.

“They’re just outside right now and if I can say, you have a good style,” Edwin said as he lead me to the backyard. “Me? Look at your fit! Seems like you got more swag than me,” I cringed the moment I said that. Really swag? Of all words I could have used. He didn’t mind though because he started laughing. Wow, way to get nervous in front of him Y/n.

He opened the door leading to the backyard for me to walk first. So not only is he attractive as hell but also such a gentleman. Maybe Kehlani was right about this guy.

“Look Deya, it’s auntie Y/n!” Kehlani points at your direction. “Oh look at my baby. Getting so big now,” I picked Adeya up and kissed her cheeks making the little girl laugh and smile. I put her down and hugged Kehlani. “How are you doing sis?” She asked me pulling away from the hug. “Doing good just a little stressed with school and everything. What’s up with you?” I asked back and noticed how Edwin went to Adeya and started playing with her.

“I am doing great actually. Music is good and Adeya is doing good as well. I see you met Edwin, sooo what do you think?” She winks at me and it made me blush. I barely know this guy and he’s already making me blush. “Don’t start, he is very attractive to be honest,” I whispered to her and she laughed. “You guys are gonna get along so well,” you both walked to where Edwin was with Adeya and sat down.

-end of pov-

It’s been about 3 weeks since you first met Edwin and you guys had been hanging out ever since then. You found out he was in a boy band which made so much sense on how he looked familiar. But you enjoyed the time you spent with him because it was so natural to just be with him. Tonight was actually the first time you were gonna meet his group of friends because they were having a party and he wanted to invite you.

-Edwin’s pov-

I was incredibly nervous now that Y/n was coming over to party with us all. Starting to think I was catching feelings for this girl already. I mean the first time we met, she had a bright smile and she’s the sweetest person ever. Decided to help the guys make the food and put out snacks.

“Look at Edwin trying his best to make everything look good. I think it’s because of the girl that we’re meeting,” Brandon laughed at the way I was kind of freaking out. “Please shut up. It’s not that, I’m naturally nervous,” I tried to point out but even they knew that was a damn lie.

“That’s a lie Ed, you must really take a liking to her if you’re that nervous,” Twiggy turned to me. “Well yeah, she is gorgeous first of all and she’s kind of just like me. It’s crazy but I really like being around her,” I wasn’t able to stop the smile from showing in my face. “I really love that for you Edwin!! I’m happy for you even if you guys aren’t together yet because it seems like you guys are really connecting,” Maggie smiled at me.

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The party was kind of in full swing and I waited for Y/n to come. But just as I thought about it, she was walking through the door. She is wearing basic blue jeans, a graphic tee, and crocs. Even in that she is beautiful. Maybe I am falling too hard. I walked up to her and seen her smile. I smiled back and pulled her into a hug.

“It’s good to see you again stranger,” I didn’t want to let go of the hug but I knew I had to. “It’s good to see you too Ed,” she kissed my cheek and smiled once more. I could feel my face heating up but I ignored it. “Hey everyone, I want you to meet Y/n and Y/n meet the gang,” I said and told her everyone’s name by pointing to them. She smiled and waved at everyone, letting out a hi to everyone.

“Okay, I’ll get you plate of food. So you just sit down and make yourself confortable,” I said and kissed her cheek just as she had done to mine. “Wow, not only are you being really cute right now but you’re such a gentleman. Thank you for even inviting me,” she touched my arm and walked to the couch where the girls were sitting at. Man she’s making me crazy.

-Your pov-

Was that a little too forward? and did I really just say he was cute out loud? Yikes hopefully that didn’t make him uncomfortable. I was waved over by the girls to come sit with them and I walked over to the couch and sat down.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Izzy, I assumed because I was still getting used to names asked me. “I am doing okay. Just school is taking a toll on me but I’ll be okay, thank you for asking,” I smiled at her. “Oh wow, what do you study?” Maggie asked.

“I am a fashion major right now and it’s my final year of college,” I said. “You definitely look like someone who loves fashion,” Ansley pitches into the conversation. Edwin came back with my food and headed it to me.

“There you go beautiful, hope you like it,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “I am sure I’m gonna love it, thank you again for inviting me,” it was hard to stop smiling. He was being sweet and tried his best to make me feel comfortable. “I’ll be over there if you need anything else. Just shout out to me,” he stood there for a moment and I replied with an okay before he walked off.

I turn back around to the girls and see them smiling. “Hmm I see a ship about to sail soon,” Ansley says. “Yeah totally, what’s going on with you two?” Izzy adds in. “I mean we’ve been hangout and getting to know each other more. He’s really sweet too,” I said while putting food into my mouth. Which to my surprise it was super good.

“I can’t wait until you guys get together,” Maggie said which made me blush getting embarrassed by the situation. The girls and I began talking to the boys that where also at the house. Everyone was crazy nice and it made me feel welcomed. I feel like I fit with his friends which is a plus in itself. Nick put on a playlist and I heard Candy Rain by Soul for real which is one of my favorite songs. Everyone was dancing to the music and it made me want to dance.

“Edwin, come here you have to dance with me!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me. “What do you know about this song? Hmm I like your taste,” He spun me around and we were both mouthing the words of the song.

-Edwin’s pov-

We were having a moment that I didn’t want end. We have a lot in common for us only just meeting weeks ago. I never realized how much I liked having her in my arms until she is in them right now.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” I smiled at her already smiling face. “I’m glad you invited me really. Your friends are amazing and I’m happy I got to meet them,” she replied. As we danced, I began looking at her lips. The way I wanted to kiss her right in this moment was baffling to me.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’re over thinking,” she asked with concern for me. That definitely made my heart flutter. “Is it- is it okay if I kiss you right now?” I was anxious over the question but she nodded her head with that bright smile of hers. I wasted no time in connecting our lips together. The kiss was tender and sweet. Not rushed at all. I could smell the vanilla perfume she had on and taste the mint chapstick flavor on her lips. We pulled away for air and just looked at each other. I pull her closer to me and just smile.

“Wow Ed, thought you’d at least take a girl out on a date before you go and kiss her,” she laughed. “But I don’t mind, I have wanted to do that since we first started hangout,” she added in. “I’ve waited to do that too. Happy that the feelings are mutual,” I replied.

“Thank goodness for Kehlani, I would have never met your cute self,” Y/n spoke once more and she wraps her arms around my neck. “Yeah, thank goodness for her. How about we go on a date Saturday? If you aren’t busy,” I was confidently happy she felt the same way I did. “I’d love that Edwin but for now just kiss me again,” she bit her lip. “No problem with doing that,” I pulled her even more closer to me and kissed her again.

#prettymuch imagines #edwin honoret #edwin honret imagines #edwin x reader

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wayward-river · 5 years

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Let Me Help

Sweet Pea x Plus!Size Reader

AN: Have a small requested imagine! Working on Ch. 13 that should be out today or tomorrow! Also thanks again to @xserpentlife for being the beta for this fic! You are amazing and I appreciate you!

Warnings: blood mention of violence

You limped into the Wyrm bruised and bloody. You just had to wear your favorite white shirt today. The middle of your shirt clung to your skin the cuts evident. Those damn ghoulies had held you against that fence and tried to cut things off. If it wasn’t for them getting distracted by that Northsider on their territory, you wouldn’t have had a chance to swing and escape.

You winced as you took a seat at the bar signaling for Hogeye to give you a couple shots.

He gave you a concerned look as he took in your appearance when he brought the five glasses over as you watched him pour.

“You alright?”

“Just peachy.” Your sass coming through gritted teeth as you threw back the last shot.

“Maybe you should get cleaned up”

You rolled your eyes as you got back off the stool, your face scrunching up. “Yeah, yeah I’m going to do that now.”

You walked past the pool tables gaining the attention of your fellow serpents and friends as you tenderly walked by your arm covering your middle gripping your side.

“Was that Y/N?” Fangs asked the game forgotten as he stared wide eyed.

“I don’t know but I’m going to find out.” Toni replied getting up from the stool she had been in.

You took deep breaths as you gripped the sink in the girls bathroom.

“Alright Y/N you got this.” You mumbled as you raised your arm to the tiny cabinet pulling down the items you would need.

The bathroom door swung open you tensed hoping whoever it was would leave you alone. That was not going to happen. You locked eyes with Toni through the smudged up mirror.

“Y/N what happened?” She moved to get a closer look at you.

“Ghoulies … but I’m good I have this handled Toni”

Toni rolled her eyes. “Sure you do, let me help”

“Toni I love you, but really I’m fine. I can do this on my own. I don’t need help.”

Toni sighed. “I will never understand your need for pushing everyone away when you need it, but fine I know arguing with you is no use.”

You gave her the best smile you could muster. “Thanks, really”

She rolled her eyes but gave you a small smile as she left.

You took a few breaths, cleaning up the small cuts on your face first. The one above your eyebrow being the worst.

Just as you were about to try to lift your shirt grimacing as you knew the peeling it off of your skin would hurt like a bitch the door flung open again.

Your eyes were closed as you let out a deep sigh. “Toni I said I was fine.”

“I don’t care what you told Toni, I’m helping you.”

You whipped around glaring at Sweet Pea. Your face scrunched up as the pain from the fast movement rolled through you.

“I don’t need anyone’s help Sweet Pea. So if you’d be a doll and leave me alone that would be great.”

“I’m not leaving. So suck it up and lets patch this up.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t need your help Sweet Pea so if you’d just leave I could get this done and get more alcohol in my system.”

“Again Y/N I’m not leaving.” He reached for the first aid kit you had pulled down. You stepped back keeping it out of his reach.

“Sweet Pea I’m serious just leave.”

“No just let me fucking help you Y/N!” His voice booming around the small bathroom.

You closed your eyes tears slipping through. “I don’t want you to see me like this” you whispered.

Sweet Pea stepped closer. “I need to Y/N/N, I need to help you. Seeing you like that .. like this .. I can’t stomach it. I want to go out and beat whoever did this to you until they are crying out for mercy. You don’t understand.”

“No Pea, you don’t understand. I don’t want anyone to help me my cuts are …”

Sweet Pea seemed to put everything together piece by piece as he stood there staring at you. His hands found the hem of your shirt, slowly peeling it away, not wanting to hurt you.

“Pea..” Your voice cracked as you moved your hands over his to stop him.

“Please. I can’t understand why you feel the way you do, and I won’t even try to tell you how beautiful you are whether in sweatpants or beating some person who spoke to you wrong. e I know if I did I’d be on the receiving end of one of those punches and I really don’t want to be haha but let me patch you up.” He paused resting his forehead against yours. “Then let me help you realize how beautiful you are. you are more than what your mind lets you see.”

“Pea I…”

“Y/n stop and trust me. Let me help you”

You nodded removing your hands. Sweet Pea peeled your shirt up in a way that only caused you slight discomfort. He worked as quick as he could wiping the blood off of you and making sure no stitches were required. He would have to get Toni for that. “Uh Y/N/N, your jeans are ripped, also you need to lose the bloody shirt you can wear my flannel.”

“What! I am not wearing your flannel also my jeans are ripped all the time, What is your point?”

“My point is that its cut, you probably didn’t notice due to the dark color of them, and I’m not arguing with you about it.” He smirked up at you. “So lose the shirt princess and you can lose the pants too if you want some help with that.”

You let out a laugh at his antics. “I’ll lose the shirt when you leave … and I’m good, I’ll get that one.”

“I’m not leaving until I know you are okay Y/N/N”

“Ugh fine.” You carefully pulled your blood and sweat soaked shirt over your head. Uttering a small thank you as you realized your bra was cute.

Sweet Pea stood staring at you.

You smirked. “Just going to stand there and stare at me Pea?”

You grabbed the flannel from his hands. “Uh - uh..”

You let out a small laugh. “I am going to take care of my leg, but I need you to turn around. I just need to clean up the blood.”

Sweet Pea nodded turning towards the wall.

You quickly and carefully cleaned the cut on your leg up. Once you felt it was good enough you slipped into Sweet Peas flannel buttoning it up to cover yourself.

“Okay, you can turn back around now”

Sweet Pea turned back around the smirk evident on his face. “You look cute in my clothes princess”

You rolled your eyes “‘Oh yeah? I’m sure I do.”

“You do. Look Y/N/N I’m sorry about being so protective and making you uncomfortable about cleaning the cuts … but I can’t see you like that it hurts too much.”

You looked to Sweet Pea confused. “Pea I get injured all the time I don’t understand why you decided to freak -”

You were cut off by the press of his lips against yours. Your eyes going wide before they closed as you melted into the kiss.

His forehead rested against yours as he pulled away. “I freaked out because I realized something a while ago …. I’m in love with you and any time I see you hurt I just want to wrap you in my arms and protect you.”

“How long?”

“How long what?” He replied confused.

“How long have you been in love with me?”

He gave a short chuckle. “I think since like the sixth grade but to be honest probably longer. Fangs blurted it out to me when we were both drunk one night that I was in love with you and I can’t bear the thought of losing you in anyway so I didn’t tell you and I’m sorry if -”

You were the one to cut him off as you pulled at his dog tags so his face would meet yours.

“I love you too” You smiled.

The smile on Sweet Peas face couldn’t be wiped off as you both made your way out of the bathroom. You came up to the stools next to the pool tables and sat next to Toni.

“I see … you let lover boy clean you up but not your best friend?” She smirked at you scanning you as she took in whose clothes you were wearing.

“Please tell me you guys didn’t just…”

You cut her off with your laugh. “No Toni my shirt was just bloody. Sweet Pea was just looking out for me we did not fuck in the bathroom.”

“Not yet” Sweet Pea sent you a wink from the pool table as you hide your face in your hands.

“Too much info Sweet Pea.” Toni yelled back before she turned back to you as you got lost in the conversation your eyes locking with Sweet Peas every once in a while. Maybe the ghoulies actually gave you something good for once. This was one fight you were thankful for.

#sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x you #sweet pea angst #sweet pea imagines #riverdale imagine #riverdale x reader #riverdale reader insert #riverdale imagines #sweet pea x plus!size reader

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nate-santos · 4 years

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Am I Alive? || Nate & Remmy

Nate didn’t often let people into his life. The few friends he had were the result of long and tiresome interactions as they slowly infiltrated his careful barriers. His own assistant had never been to his house and never knew where he was from. But something about Remmy felt...familiar. They’d both been through hell, though Nate would never pretend to know what war was like. They seemed like kindred spirits, and Nate wondered if he might actually have found someone who could compliment his neuroticism. Plus he knew better than most how hard it was to acclimate after a traumatic event and he wanted to help any way he could. So he donned his puffiest coat – offering more cushion should something happen. He also made sure to grab his sturdiest umbrella, one that he’d reinforced should any fish come flying down at him. The medical examiner had said four people had died so far, and Nate was not gonna be the fifth. After carefully making his way to Coffee Plus, he set up his little area and ordered a latte, waiting patiently with his hands cupped around his mug for his potential employee to arrive.

The offer for another job was extremely enticing, but Remmy would have to make sure it didn’t pay too much, because they could lose their disability if it did. And then, no more writing off Moose’s food, no more HSA, and no more cheap meds. But Nate seemed like a really nice guy, and he seemed to know how Remmy felt. How hard it was to reintegrate into society after witnessing something that inherently changes you. Inside and out. This time, they made public transport didn’t make them late but catching the bus early. Coffee Plus was the station they’d met Deirdre outside of, and if they didn’t get thrown in front of a car again, then it would already be a better meeting. They’d even tried their best to clean themself up this time. Combed their hair, put on their best jeans-- the only pair with no holes or rips-- and their nice jacket. When they arrived, they had to pause a moment outside, give themself that little pep talk that usually given in front of a bathroom mirror. But Remmy’s room didn’t have a bathroom mirror, despite the landlord saying they were going to replace it two weeks ago. The little bell chimed as Remmy pulled the door open and they glanced around. There, in the corner. Right wher eNate had said he would be. He looked almost as nervous as Remmy felt, bundled up in a puffy coat, tucked into a corner, cupping his coffee. They waved as they approached tentatively. “Nate?” they asked. “It’s um-- Remmy. Hi.”

A large grin spread across Nate’s face as Remmy appeared. Thank god they actually showed up. He shifted in his seat and motioned for them to sit. Nervously, his hands fumbled with the pages of one of his old sketchbooks, one that before this morning he hadn’t looked at in years. It made him want to start drawing again, drawing things that weren’t buildings at the very least. He’d have to thank Remmy for reminding him how much he’d loved doing it. “Hey! Nice to meet you!” He held out his hand, careful not to bump into anything. “I’m so glad you came! You want something to drink?” Nate caught his usual barista’s attention and waved her over. “I personally like the lattes, but everything’s really good!”

Remmy noticed the way Nate stayed tucked into himself and close to the table, but didn’t think it was anything they needed to point out or think about. They took his hand, giving it a firm shake. His hand was large and warm and it reminded Remmy of Dario’s hand. They smiled back. “Nice to meet you, too! Finally.” They slid into the booth across from Nate, glancing around. The coffee shop was small, but had that busy, local atmosphere. It was different from any place they’d been in Bangor. “Oh, um, sure! I’ll just have a um...Americano? Thanks!” Looked back over to Nate once the lady took their order. They had their sketchbook tucked under one arm and their eyes fell onto the one Nate had on the table. “Thanks for um-- agreeing to meet me. And-and offering me a job. And...all that other stuff.”

Nate grinned and took a long sip of his coffee. “Really, it’s nothing. I uh, you seem like good people!” He chuckled nervously, trying not to think about how cold their hand was. He drummed his fingers on the top of his sketchbook and fell silent for a moment. It had been years since he’d shown his drawings to anyone when it wasn’t work related, but this...sort of was. “The job is mostly menial, nothing too exciting, but I could definitely use the assistance.” He shrugged, thinking about the kid currently interning for him. Bobby was next to useless, especially when it came to moving samples around the office. “But whether you take the job or not, I’m happy to have met you!” He began to slide his sketchbook over, his knee bouncing at a hypersonic rate. “Plus I never get to trade art with anyone! Not trade trade, but like...look over pieces...share, that sort of thing.”

“You seem like good people, too,” Remmy said back. This was nice. This felt nice. And normal. Pleasant, almost. They eyed his sketchbook, before setting theirs on the table as well, still holding tightly onto it. They’d never actually shown anyone else their stuff. Except some of the other officers at the camp. “Oh, um-- I’m not sure mine are gonna be really good enough to like...compare to yours, I’m sure. But I’m glad I get to see yours! I’ve never exactly….shared this kinda stuff before. Wasn’t exactly um-- encouraged in the troops.” Stop bringing the mood down, Rem. They shook their head. “But, I mean-- I’m good with menial things! And physical labor. Also good at running errands! Whatever you need! If um-- you decide you like me.”

Nate laughed, wringing his hands anxiously in his lap. “Oh, definitely no comparing here! That’s the worst thing artists can do, really. Everyone’s styles and strengths are so different, like…” He reached out and opened his book to a rather choppy looking portrait. “Soft lines, not my thing. But straight edges, flowing concrete, somehow that I can do.” A hand reached up into his hair and began to twirl. “I’m sorry you weren’t uh...encouraged. Art’s….soothing. Even if what you draw isn’t.” Nate had specifically not brought the book he’d kept right when he first found himself in White Crest. All the images in there were charcoal drawings of pure angst, sadness and desperation. These sketches weren’t great, but they at least weren’t morosely depressing. “Well I already think I like you!” Nate grinned, hoping he wasn’t coming on too strong. He hadn’t realized how desperately he’d needed something as normal as coffee and a job interview, even as lax as this was.

“Really?” Remmy asked. They leaned in a little more when Nate opened his book, gazing in with wide eyes. “Wow, that’s so good! You’re really good.” Hands tightening on their own book. “Oh, it-it’s okay. I don’t think I coulda done anything with it, anyway. I guess it just helps...occupy my mind. I don’t mean like..busy work, or whatever, but yeah-- soothing. Like you said, it’s...soothing…” They remembered how the group therapist had encouraged writing or drawing as an outlet. Remmy had taken quite to it. They liked drawing what they saw, copying down detail in an almost hyperfocus manner. “Well, I think I like you, too! You’re really nice and open and...not weird. If that makes sense? Not that weird is bad! I’ve just met a few...really weird people, too.”

Nate nodded, sucking down more of the hot bean juice. “Like I said, anyone can be an artist. Doesn’t matter if you do anything with it. Just so long as it makes you feel good.” He shrugged, his eyes falling to his lap and his cheeks flushing. Nate never could take a compliment. “I cannot promise that weird won’t end up popping up,” he laughed nervously. What was he supposed to say? I’m normal now but wait till I die in some freak accident and come back trying to eat your brains? “But I’m glad I’m not the weirdest person you’ve met here. I mean, I hope.”

“Hey, a little bit of weird isn’t bad. Don’t they say like, normal is boring or whatever?” Remmy grinned. “You’re not, definitely not. I think the woman I met who tried to push me into a car is the weirdest I’ve met so far.” They shrugged it off. Deirdre was a mystery they didn’t really wanna think about right now. The waitress came back with their order and they took it gratefully, taking a long sip. “Um…” they pushed their notebook over towards Nate, a little tentative, a little shy. “I-if you wanna look.” Though they would never admit it, as they weren’t sure of their own talent, their eye for detail gave them the ability to draw from life fairly well. Thin pencil lines, sketchy figures, and some doodles of animals riddled the sketchbook, an unorganized mess, unlike every other aspect of their life. Some drawings layered on top of others, like stacks of photos. They sipped their coffee again.

Nate smiled, a touch of sadness in his eyes. “I respectfully disagree with those people. I’d take normal over weird any day.” Nate’s life was already filled with too much weirdness. “Wait- like she was shoving you into a car or...throwing you in front of one?” Nate’s brow furrowed and he felt oddly protective over this person he just met. “Of course I wanna see!” He reached out, delicately turning the pages of the sketchbook. It was practically exploding with creativity. Lines and shades he’d seen but never really seen, it was so unlike his personal style and so refreshing. You could see real heart. “These are amazing, Remmington. Remmy? Which do you prefer?” He glanced up for only a moment before being sucked back into the book.

“Kinda...both? I’m not really sure. She said she wanted to test something and almost threw me into a taxi. It was fine, obviously, but I got kinda mad at her after that,” Remmy said, as if getting thrown in front of a car was a normal thing. In all honesty, it just didn’t strike them as odd. After all, they’d stuck their hands into a live case of TNT before. Was getting hit by a car really that much different? They felt their chest tingle as Nate delicately flipped through the notebook, suddenly so nervous they couldn’t even drink their coffee, just hold the cup tightly. “What? Really? Y-you think so?” Swallowed. “Oh, um-- either! Either is fine! I don’t mind.” They rolled their bottom lip between their teeth nervously. “I just...like drawing what I see. Nothing special…”

Nate’s mouth dropped open and he had to actively think about closing it so as not to be overly rude. “She- on purpose?? Yeah! I’d be mad too!” Nate nearly had a heart attack just thinking about the ordeal. But he looked back down to the drawings to distract himself. They were really good. Not professional, but that didn’t mean anything to Nate. He actually felt most professional artists were stuck up and rarely creative. “Yeah, Remmy, these are awesome!” He beamed up at them. “I like what you see.” It had been so long since Nate had really stopped to look around, flipping through Remmy’s sketches was like being unafraid to wander through town. It felt free. “You should keep this up. Seriously. Even if it’s just for you.”

Remmy couldn’t help but give a shy smile. “Th-thanks. I, um-- I will. I haven’t had much time lately between all the...stuff, but...I think I’ll try and make time.” They smiled over at Nate, finally relaxed enough again to sip their coffee. “So, um-- do you like, design the buildings and stuff? Or just do more like...blueprints stuff? I’m not-- sorry. I don’t mean to sound like...rude, but I’m not really sure what architects do, like a hundred percent? I’m totally willing to learn though!”

Nate cocked his head to the side. “Like all the getting shoved towards taxis?” He frowned, hoping Remmy wasn’t befriending people that would willingly shove them into oncoming traffic. It wasn’t entirely unheard of in White Crest, especially in the seedier areas. Yet another reason to never leave his house. “Oh, yeah! It really depends on the project, and most of what I get to do around here is restoring some of the town’s older buildings, making sure they’re up to code while maintaining the historical integrity of the design.” He smiled softly, taking another sip of coffee. “But every once in a while someone wants to build an entirely new house or business, then I get to flex my creative chops.” He sighed dramatically. “Those fun projects don’t tend to come around as often, though, so sometimes I just teach a class at the college.”

“Yeah,” Remmy sighed, “like that.” They still hadn’t parsed out Deirdre’s actual intention with doing that. Was it to see if Remmy would move? If they would let her? If they would get scare and run away? It still baffled them, but she hadn’t been eager to talk after that, so the answer would likely never come. So Remmy would concentrate on the here and now. “Wow, that’s so cool! I had no idea that’s what architects actually did...do you go to the houses and like actually help build stuff? Or do you just do more of the like...drawing and planning stuff?” They couldn’t help but be excited by all this. They’d always loved learning new things, even if public schooling had made them feel inadequate. “And you get to teach at the University?? That’s SO cool!”

Nate frowned, already feeling the twinge of protectiveness over this person he’d literally just met. Remmy had already been through so much, they needed a soft place to land, not a place where people literally threw them into oncoming traffic. But he would drop it- for now. Not like he was in any position to go hunting down this person, and to do what, exactly? Yell at them? Punch them? Neither of those things were in Nate’s wheelhouse. “I don’t do too much building, but I do get to visit the sites sometimes to help oversee everything! A lot of what I do is actually project management and organizing the construction crews, but I’ve gotten to know most of the crews around here pretty well, so they send me progress photos and stuff. It’s really cool to see an idea you have come to life right before your eyes.” Nate paused, smiling sheepishly to himself. “It’s really not that cool, most people find it kinda boring. But I love it.”

“Oh, I think that sounds amazing!” Remmy blurted, without thinking much. They reigned themself back in sheepishly. “Sorry. I just-- I don’t think it sounds boring at all! I think that sounds amazing. Getting to do something that actually changes the world around you...even if it’s just a building. And seeing it in progress? That’s just…” they trailed off a bit. “That’s incredible.” They took another long sip of the coffee, realizing it didn’t much taste like anything. It didn’t fill any sort of need inside of them. Not like it used to. “It sounds kinda lame but...when I was younger, I think I always wanted to do something that could, like, change things for the better. I guess that’s why I thought going into the military might...you know. Be like that.”

Nate’s eyes lit up. He so rarely spoke to anyone, let alone about his work, it was refreshing to be able to gush about it to someone who thought it was as interesting as he did. Well, maybe not as much, but at least Remmy was feigning interest! “I’m glad you think it’s interesting! I could definitely tell you more about it, and I mean, if you come help out, you’d get to see a lot of it first hand, too.” Nate knew exactly what they meant. It was the reason so many of his high school peers had enlisted, not knowing what else to do but needing and wanting to do something. He smiled softly, feeling his body loosen a bit from the tense ball it had been in. “I’m Sorry. If it wasn’t, I mean. Like that. Doing something for the better. Or that’s presumptuous- was it?” And he tensed right back up again as he stuck his foot in his mouth.

“Oh, yes! That would be great!” Remmy said excitedly. They had no idea someone would think they were just pretending, because Remmy didn’t have it in them to lie or pretend. “I’d love to learn all that stuff! Even if I’m no good at it, I think it’d be cool to know!” They sipped the coffee again, their legs twitching excitedly. Remmy had never been this excited before. Was this was it meant to find something they loved? “Oh, um-- I think it was, a little. I don’t um-- it’s hard to explain. I think there’s better ways to change things, but...it felt like my only option. I wasn’t the smartest or funniest or strongest. So...that was pretty much it.” They shrugged. “But, I mean-- as far as job offers go, I um-- think I’d be happy to come work for you. I-if you’re still looking.”

Nate sometimes felt like he was looking in a mirror when he talked to Remmy. They’d only known each other a short while, but he felt like he understood them in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. Sure, some of that might be how excited they were about architecture, but it was something more than that, too. Nate remembered what it felt like to be so lost, heck he was still unbearably lost. But when he did what he loved, it wasn’t quite so unbearable. It was part of the reason he hadn’t tried to just end things. Seeing Remmy light up like this, it ignited something in Nate too. “I would be more than happy to have you join the team, Remmy.” He grinned, holding out his hand more confidently than before. “Welcome to the family.”

Remmy couldn’t remember the last time they’d been this excited. They couldn’t remember the last time they’d felt this hopeful. Sure, it was just an assistant job, helping out around Nate’s firm, but it was more than anything they could’ve hoped for in coming to White Crest. Being a security guard was easy and it paid the bills, but it wasn’t exactly the most riveting job. After being in the field for so long, Remmy had found life wasn’t exciting anymore. Remmy took Nate’s hand eagerly. “Thanks, Nate. Really, thank you so much.”

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Author’s Note: I don’t actually write fic but this joke is from an ill-planned groupchat text and it inspired this monstrosity. The concept of this had me rolling and I needed you all to laugh with me. This is so bad but like that’s the point please don’t take this seriously omg. We just have so much good fic that I felt we needed this piece and this concept to balance it out.

What happens when the romantic night with CNCO doesn’t go as planned?

Chris: • You two meet in a club because of course you do • You get handsy in the club and makeout in the backseat of your Lyft back to his hotel • It’s clumsy and kind of slobbery but you figure that’s just due to the alcohol in your systems • What you’re really here for is the main event • So after getting up to his hotel room, Chris immediately strips butt ass naked. • No romance, no stripping you down, nothing. • But like it’s fine because you’re a big girl and can undress yourself. • You undress and he’s all over you. The wet kisses are way hotter when they’re peppered all over your chest. • Too bad that only last for a second before he’s ready to get on with it. • His impatient little ass is forgoing foreplay all together. • So you’re not as… ahem… comfortable as you could be. But it’s okay, because you think Chris is really cute and you want this! • Except then the slobbery kisses begin all over your face. And the hotel room’s air conditioning kicks on. And Chris is all sweaty and dripping on you but to be honest you’re just cold.

• Luckily (in this situation) he’s fast, so you don’t even have time to consider if you want to stop things mid-way (even though that’s totally fine consent can be revoked at any time kids!!) • He rolls over and looks at you with a big, sweaty smile on his face. • And you kind of grimace are like “hehe yeah that was great but my friends are going to worry about me so I have to go!” • And you throw your dress back on, grab your heels and purse, and dash out the door. And Chris in his infinite glory calls out goodbye, just kind of shrugs at your strange exit, and rolls over and falls asleep.

Richard • You’ve been talking for a while when he tells you about his daughter. Her name is Aaliyah, and after seeing pictures of her you totally agree with Richard that she’s the cutest girl in the world. • You plan on going over and spending the weekend at his house because none of his family is visiting him and Aaliyah is with her mom. • You’re gonna play house (and run around naked) and have a great time. • So you go over after you’re done with work on Friday, weekend bag in hand and legs freshly shaved. • It’s 10pm and you’re watching Netflix, and just starting to get to the “chill” part when Richard’s phone rings. It’s Yocelyn calling to see if Richard can take Aaliyah, just this once. Her friend got in a car accident and needs her at the hospital. • And Richard loves his daughter more than anything in the world and still respects Yocelyn, so of course he says yes. • So you stay at the house while he goes and grabs her. You’ve never met her before, and are really nervous (even though she’s only a toddler. She could still hate you). • But when Richard carries her in from the car, she’s already asleep, so he puts her straight to bed in her room. • And despite this interruption, you’re both definitely still down to get it on. So you both make your way to his room, and you’re almost completely naked on his bed when you hear a cry from Aaliyah’s room. After waking up in the middle of the night and not knowing where she is, she’s freaked out. • So like the amazing dad he is, Richard runs to go comfort her. You hear her continue to cry even after Richard tries to put her back to bed, and you figure that this isn’t going anywhere tonight. • As you’re putting on your pajamas, Richard sticks his head through the door and asks if you’d be okay if Richard slept in Aaliyah’s room tonight. And of course you say yes (plus it’s actually really attractive to see Richard in Full Dad Mode). • The next morning you wake up to the smell of bacon, eggs, and fried plantains. You make your way downstairs to find Richard cooking and dancing to music while Aaliyah dances along to the music in the kitchen. • The three of you have a great breakfast together, and it turns out Aaliyah likes you just fine. So maybe this weekend is a little more realistic than you thought it would be, but seeing Richard so happy to be with his kid makes it all worth it. • Until that night, when you try to get it on again. You make it farther this time, when you hear cries from Aaliyah’s room again. Richard hops up to go check on her while you wait. After 5 minutes, he comes back. Aaliyah apparently had a nightmare and just needed to be told it was okay. • So you get back to it…only to be interrupted 10 minutes later by more cries. This time Richard is a little more reluctant to leave, but he gets up anyway. You lay on the bed, head looking up towards the heavens wondering if this is actually going to happen. • But a couple minutes later, Richard walks in, assuring you that “Yes mi amor, she is actually asleep this time.” • Cue getting it on. Again. And you’re having a great time, hearing Richard moan in your ear. • In fact, you’re both so caught up in each other that you don’t even notice Richard’s door creak open, or the little feet padding into the room. • Until Aaliyah’s cries “Papá?” • You gasp and scramble to pull the sheets up over yourself. Richard is off you faster than lightening, feeling around on the floor for his long-forgotten pajama bottoms. Ripping them up his legs, he goes to the door to assure Aaliyah that she’s fine as he brings her back to her room. • You sit in shock. Did Richard’s kid really just walk in on you fucking? Apparently. • Even though she’s still so little, you’re mortified. After you’re sure they’re not coming back, you slip out of the bed with the sheets still wrapped around you, grab your pajamas off the bedroom floor, and slip into the bathroom. • You quickly get dressed, and then attempt to give yourself a pep talk in the mirror. It super doesn’t work. • So you sneak very quietly back to Richard’s bedroom to find him still gone. He’s so embarrassed that he’s decided to crash in Aaliyah’s room again tonight. • You barely get any sleep that night, replaying the horrible scene over and over again. • The next morning you smell breakfast cooking again, but before going downstairs to the kitchen you pack up your weekend bag. Peeking your head into the kitchen, you see Richard and Aaliyah. You are still too worked up to eat, ESPECIALLY around the toddler, so you say a quick “Bye Richard, talk to you later!” and dash out the door.

Erick • Unlike Zabdiel, Erick doesn’t have a thing, per say, for older women. And it’s not like you’re even that much older than him. Three years shouldn’t mean anything; you’re both adults, right? • Right. So after your third date, he invites you back to his place. • And you know where this is headed. Third date. His apartment. All clues point in one direction. • He pours you both a glass of red wine. To be honest, he’s never really had wine outside of church before, but he figures it will make him seem more mature. And you hate red wine. You’re a Moscato-only kind of gal. • But it’s fine. You both chat and sip your wine, trying not to cringe at the fact it tastes like feet. • Eventually, Erick hits you with the old “Do you want to see my room?” Which you haven’t heard since guys in high school thought it was sneaky, but it’s all good, because yes, you DO in fact want to see his bedroom. And him in his bedroom. Naked. With you. • So he shows you his bedroom, and makes extra sure to mention that his comforter is very soft. And of course you should come feel it for yourself. • You come feel the comforter, being very dramatic as you pretend to be shocked by it’s luxury. • But you’ve had enough of waiting, so giggling you pull him down with you onto the bed. And he giggles nervously too, but he’s been waiting for this all night. And it’s a little clumsy, but good. • Until Erick starts to worry. Three years isn’t that big of a difference, but you might have way more experience in this department. Not that he’s a virgin (he isn’t), but he hasn’t known you for that long. • So he starts to try to impress you. He tries to take off his jean jacket with a flourish, but just ends up hitting you in the nose. And he tries to take your bra off with one hand, but fails miserably. • You’re not too concerned, his desire to please you is cute. Mostly. Actually, it’s a little annoying. But you whisper “Calmate cariño” in his ear to try and assure him that he’s doing just fine. • And he’s thankful for that, but he wants to prove to you that he knows what he’s doing. That he’s a man (or whatever). • So he tells you to turn onto your stomach. You have high hopes for where this is going until… • He spanks you??? • Now it’s not that you’re not into that, but the combination of the unexpectedness of it and the fact that he hit you way too hard made you yelp. • You look back at him and sit up and all but shout, “What the hell, Erick?” • “Que?” He asks. “I thought you’d be into it!” • “Maybe! But we have to talk about that first! You can’t just hit someone and not ask if it’s okay first!” You hiss back. • “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He repeats, but you’re already getting up off the bed and putting your clothes back on. “Please don’t be mad!” he begs. And you’re not, not really, but the mood has been ruined. • You kiss his cheek and whisper “Call me tomorrow” on your way out. • Which makes him feel better, but so incredibly embarrassed.

Zabdiel • Zabdi is your teddy bear of a boyfriend. And despite being sweet and cuddly, he also just happens to be stupid hot. His cheekbones, his hair, his steely stare: it all adds up to the perfect man. • He is the hottest when he dances. He’s so fluid, and his hip rolls have you imagining filthy things. • So after his show, you can’t wait to get your hands on him. The boys were on fire tonight, and you want to celebrate. • After most shows, the boys are buzzing with excitement. The high you get from performing in front of thousands of people is like no other. • But the reason the performance was so stellar tonight was because the boys really gave it their all. The dancing, the vocals, the crowd’s energy- it all swirled together to make an amazing experience. • The downside is that coming down from that is exhausting. After exiting the stage, the boys go straight to their dressing rooms to shower. You wait excitedly in the big black car that will take you and Zabdi back to the hotel. • As he climbs in, you scooch over to sit in the middle to be closer to him. You start to kiss his neck, but he puts his arm around you and turns his head towards the window. You take the hint, and lay patiently by his side. • After getting up to the hotel room, you start to kiss him again. “I don’t know mi amor, I’m feeling pretty tired tonight,” he yawns and you stretch up to kiss the spot where his neck and his jaw meet. • He laughs a little at the sensation, then starts to moan when you bite and lick the spot. • “Or maybe I’m good,” he sighs, kissing you as you lay down together. • “Don’t worry about a thing,” you whisper, rolling him on to his back and straddling his hips, “Let me do all the work.” • You’re grinding on top of him, leaning down to kiss his neck when you start to feel like you could maybe cum just by riding his thigh (something we all know this man loves) • So you start to grind harder, burying your head in his neck when you start to feel the pressure building up. You keep grinding into him as you moan “Ah, Zabdi-“ • Except instead of being met with seductive whispers, you’re met with a snore in response. • You stop immediately and look up at his face. He’s out cold. • You stare for a moment in disbelief. Did this man really just pass out in the middle of sex? • When he doesn’t open his eyes, you resign yourself to the sad fact that yes that did really just happen and no you’re not in a movie. • You gently get up off him as to not wake him, and get changed into something legitimately more comfortable. • He looks so cute when he sleeps, but you feel kind of embarrassed and insecure at the fact that you were so boring you made him fall asleep. • (Don’t worry, Zabdiel is 1000% more embarrassed that he let it happen. But he makes it up to you in the morning)

Joel • You two met through a mutual friend, and are into a lot of the same stuff. You’re both really into Star Wars, and could debate for hours as to what Hogwarts house you’d be in. • So when the time finally comes that you ask him to stay over, you feel 100% comfortable with having him. But… Joel doesn’t seem that excited? When you asked, he seemed to get paler, and he stuttered out his “Oh..uh..yeah that.. sounds great!” in response. • “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you say, genuinely offering him an out. “I’m not trying to make you do anything you don’t want to.” • “No, no, I want to!” he says, rushing to kiss you to assure you he’s good. • But when the time comes, he doesn’t seem to be able to…uh… stand at attention. • “Am I doing something wrong?” you ask. • Joel gets red, and you can tell something is up. You demand that he tells you what’s going on. You do care about him after all. • It turns out he just has a kink. A very specific kink. • He wants you to call him Luke Skywalker. • You cough a little when he tells you. You love Star Wars too, but this seems like a little much. • But he’s asking so sweetly, and he really is hot, so you say yes. • And to be honest, you’re kind of into it. That is until he calls you “Princess Leia.” • “I’m good with my name, actually.” You nervously giggle. “Are you sure, Leia” he growls in your ear. • And yeah no you’re sure. But he can’t help but moan “Leia” instead of your name as he works his way down your body. The first time he does it, you think maybe you misheard him. But after the third or fourth time, you realize this boy is a little more into the movies than you. • Luckily, it’s at that moment that your phone rings. He stops, and you grab at the nightstand for your phone. • It turns out that it’s just a telemarketer, but you don’t tell Joel that. • You tell him it’s your mom, and she really need you. • Yeah no it’s totally an emergency. • Yeah you really do have to go now, bye! • You’ll call him for sure! • You don’t.

this is so so bad but this is for you @damnthoseyes @girlbabyvelez

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dearlazerbunny · 5 years

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Again, and Again, and Again

Pairings: Kylo x Reader

Genre/Ratings: dance!AU, warning for a short but uncomfortable sexual situation

Words: 7,500

Summary: You dance your way into Kylo Ren’s life, and suddenly you never want to dance back out. Literally based on a dream I had, and then I went overboard with it, per usual. Enjoy!

“Hey.” A boy is standing by the door to the dance studio, all in black, including his messy head of curls. “You’re Y/N, right?”

“Um.” You stop in front of him, hiking your dance bag farther up onto your shoulder. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“I was just supposed to catch you before class.” He pulls out his phone and unlocks it, apparently checking the time. “I’ll let my director explain.”

Director? “I have to warm up.” You gesture to the open door leading into the studio. “Sorry.”

‘Aw, come on. Give us two minutes. Promise it’ll be worth your while.”

You raise an eyebrow. “More than the pulled ankle I’ll get for not warming up?”

“Definitely. Well, probably. Maybe. Possibly.”

“Kylo, stop terrorizing the talent.” A girl walks up beside him and shoulders him with her backpack. “You’re such a menace.”

“Guilty.” He smacks the girl back lightly, whose got her hair pulled back into this tri-bun thingy. Looks cool. Not that you could ever pull it off, you think self-consciously, touching the bun wound tightly on the back of your head. That’s about the only hairstyle you know to do.

“So.” She turns to you and smiles. “Y/N, right?”

“Again, yes.” She holds out a hand for you to shake, and you tentatively take it.

“I’m Rey. Pleasure to meet you. And this oaf,” she jabs the guy next to her with an elbow, “is Kylo. Ignore him, he’s not right in the head.”

You glance into your classroom, which is beginning to fill with other dancers stretching out their legs and lacing their shoes. “This is really making me want to stick around and figure out why you’re cornering me.”

“Okay, okay, fair enough. I’m Rey,” she repeats. “I’m another art student here. Directing major. We’re doing short films as a senior project, and I need a dancer. According to everyone in the department, you’re the girl for me.”

Hm. “What kind of dance?”

“Pointe.” She grins, and points to the shoes tied to the strap of your bag. “Am I in the right place?”

You laugh a little. “Yeah, I’ve been en pointe since I was like, seven? But I’ve never been in a film before. I don’t know how to act.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I want the dancing to be the main focus. There’ll be a little acting, but you’ll be surrounded by acting majors. I’m sure they can give you a hand. And Kylo here would be your partner, so he can help too.”

You glance at him- Kylo- and appraise him. “You a dancer?”

He grins a little sheepishly. “Um, no. Not really. But they needed someone strong and handsome to throw you into the air a couple times.”

Well, he does look strong underneath the black leather jacket. And handsome- well, you weren’t going to look him over too closely right here and now, but he’s not too bad on the eyes from where you’re standing. You finger a piece of pink ribbon trailing off your shoes, wrapping it around your knuckle and unwinding it again. “What’s in it for me?”

“Free food at the shoot, my eternal adoration, and a resume credit.”

You look sideways at Rey, who has a hopeful expression on her face. If she wants a ballerina, you probably are the most qualified in the department. Plus, this isn’t something you’ve ever done before. Might be fun.

“Okay.” You nod. “I’ll do it. Do you need my email?”

“Oh, yeah, please.” She hands you her phone and you key in your name, number, and email. “I’ll contact you soon, okay?”

“Sure.” You give them both a little wave, ducking your head when Kylo waves back, and head into the studio with a bit of a smile on your face.

…

“Okay, so here’s what I’m thinking.” Rey is leading you an Kylo through the trees on no apparent path, pushing aside foliage and tramping through leaves with big ol’ hiking boots. Kylo doesn’t seem bothered in his similarly chunky combat boots, but your dainty little ballet flats are taking a bit of a beating. Luckily you’re good at walking on your toes. “You’re running through the forest, there’s a wide tracking shot following both of you coming from opposite directions, until you meet… here.”

She stops and surveys a clearing she’s just come to, dropping her camera bag onto a nearby branch so it dangles from the tree. You hike up beside her and stop, nearly bumping into her. She turns to you and grins. “Whatcha think?”

You’re prepared to put on a fake smile and tell her it’s nice, but it’s actually really pretty. It’s a pond, shallow by the looks of it but enough to reflect the trees branching out over it from the banks. There’s even a few growing from the middle of the water, giving it a ethereal feel. When Kylo crouches down and runs his fingers through the water, his hand can touch the bottom. You look around, but any ground you can see is covered in brambles. “So… where are we dancing?”

She looks up from her camera innocently. “In the water.”

“…oh.” You glance over at Kylo, sure he’ll be returning your odd look, but he just looks at you and shrugs. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’ve done weirder.”

“I… haven’t.” You’ve only ever performed in concert venues. Or practice spaces. You put a hand to your forehead, shading the sun from your eyes, wondering how in the world you’re going to be en pointe in the middle of a freaking lake.

“It’s okay if you can’t.” Rey is still fiddling with presumably her camera settings. “I don’t really know how, like, pointe shoes work? It’s pretty muddy.” She glances at the little lake. “So if they won’t survive or something I have another location picked out. But I’d really prefer this one.”

You sigh, toeing the water. New things. We’re doing new things here. “No, I think I can make it work.”

“Sweet. I just wanna get some test shots, you game?” You look at Kylo, who just shrugs again, takes off his socks and shoes, and steps into the water.

You laugh at his expression, all twisted up and cringing a little. “It’s a little… squishy,” he admits, wading his way to the middle.

“Your jeans are getting wet,” you say, still hovering near the edge.

“Come on, miss ballerina.” He holds out a hand and you take it tentatively. “The light is better out here.”

“Haha.” The few times you’ve met before now he’s always teasing you about being a priss or a princess or wanting the spotlight. Annoying, but harmless. You step out to meet him, trying not to wince at the thought of your satin pink pointe shoes being ruined in the mud. “You’ve really done weirder than this?”

“Mmm, maybe equal to? Acting majors man,” he points at himself jokingly. “The things we do for our art.”

“Huh.” He still hasn’t let go of your hand, and you’re grateful for it. If you’re jumping out of your comfort zone, at least someone’s there with you.

“Oh, that’s perfect.” Rey is looking through her viewfinder. “You guys look so good together!” Which of course immediately makes you want to step as far away from him as possible, but instead he grabs your other hand and pulls you a bit closer, making you look more couple-y. “Peeeeerfect.”

Kylo must catch your uncomfortable look, because he leans in and whispers in your ear “You know we’re playing a couple, right?”

You smile a bit. “Yeah, I know, I’m just… the boring, stick in the mud dancer. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Well that’s what art is all about right?” You look at him. His brown eyes are warm. “Trying new things. Doing weird shit.”

That does make you laugh. “I guess.”

“Well, that’s good, ‘cause you know you’re choreographing, right?”

You turn to Rey, wide eyed. “I’m what now?”

….

“Okay. Okay!” You reserved a practice room for the two of you to dance in, but now the empty space filled with mirrors is giving you anxiety. You typically do what the choreographers tell you, not make up your own stuff. “Rey, tell me again what you want?”

She’s sitting on the floor in the corner, playing with something on her laptop. “Aw, man, I don’t know, you’re the expert. Pretty stuff, some turns, some jumps. Make Kylo lift you off the ground. Use the tree branches if you remember where they are in the lake.”

You sigh, eyes closed. Why had you agreed to this? Someone’s grade is on the line, you don’t want to be responsible for that, and-

“Hey.” Kylo’s voice stops you in your tracks. You open your eyes, and he’s looking right at you, a small smile on his lips. “You’ll do fine. Just breathe.”

Breathe. Okay. You press play on your phone and the music that Rey’s picked beings to play through the speakers, filling the room with a haunting melody that instantly makes your bones shiver. “Well. We could start with…” you take a few steps onto your toes, do a pirouette, then let your leg extend out in front of you. You glance over at Kylo, who’s watching you intently. “Can you take my leg from here?” Delicately, he wraps a hand around your ankle. “Okay, on three, raise your arm. My leg will follow you, and I’ll go from a tilt into a turn where you can catch me between your arms.”

He looks a bit like a deer in the headlights. “Um. I have no idea what any of that means; I don’t want to hurt you…”

You smile. “You won’t, I’m pretty bendy. Just follow my lead.” Slowly, your leg moves up over your head and back down again, and you use the momentum to spin into Kylo’s arms. Face to face, you grin at him. “See? Easy.”

He huffs a little disbelievingly. “If you say so.”

The next hour is full of trial and error, with you basically making things up as you go along, backtracking and then re-dancing several spots until you get it just right. When you do the final bit for Rey, her eyes are wide. “Y/N. That was amazing! This is going to be fantastic!”

You blush. “Thanks, but it’s really nothing.”

“I think it’s pretty cool, anyways.” Kylo puts a hand on your arm and squeezes. “Nice job.”

Again with the blushing. You don’t know how you’re going to dance this intimately with this guy without flying apart at the handle. At least you’ve danced with worse partners before. “By the way, Rey, did you cast the part of that other guy you mentioned?”

“Oh, yeah.” She thumbs through her notes. “Some guy named… Armitage? We need an actual dancer for this part,” she says, giving an obvious call-out look to Kylo. “And he came recommended.”

You blanch. Speaking of worse partners. Armitage is a great dancer, sure, but he’s also a bit… obsessive. With his hair, with his turnout, and… with you. You’re pretty sure he’s been trying to go out with you since you were both thirteen and in class together. And now you have to dance with him playing your jealous wannabe lover? Fantastic.

Rey gives you a strange look. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll just… need some time to rehearse with him.”

“Sure, I can set that up.” She jots down a note on her sheet. “When we meet tomorrow we’re going to go over the acting parts, just so you know.”

“Fantastic,” you say weakly.

As you’re locking up the studio. Kylo stops you. “Hey. You okay? You looked a little pale there at the end.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” You’re going to leave it at that, but as you put the key in your pocket, you have the sudden urge to trust him. “It’s just…. Armitage.”

“You know him?”

You nod. “Unfortunately. He tends to get all over me when we partner together. I guess he likes me or something…” laughing nervously, you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “It’s just kind of annoying.”

He’s frowning by now, listening to tell your tale with obvious worry. “Well, if you want, I can come to your guys’ rehearsal. That way you’re not alone with him.”

You glance up at him. “You’d do that? Really?”

“Sure. We’ll just pass it off as me trying to learn how to dance or something.”

“That’s… not a bad idea, actually.”

“See? It’ll be fine.” He shoulders his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.” He salutes as he walks off, and you can’t help but watch his retreating form for a minute before going on your way.

…

“So, you got all that?” The three of you are sitting at a table in the library, with Rey looking intently at you. “You dance with Armitage, and he wants you but you’re looking across the way at Kylo. You run off, cue the forest, you dance, big finale, and kiss. End scene.”

You sit there, not answering her. This is… a lot. Sure, you’re used to showing emotion on stage, but this seems complicated. “Sure… I think.”

“Awesome.” She checks her watch. “I’ve got to run, I’ll catch you guys later.” Kylo waves as she leaves and she waves back. You’ve never seen them, like, be intimate, but you’re pretty sure they’re a couple. They’re so friendly with each other, and always joshing around and teasing one another. You’re trying not to be disappointed by this conclusion.

“So, you’ve really got all this?” Kylo’s attention is now turned to you. “I know you’ve never done this before.”

“Yeeeeah.” You shake your head. “I think so? It’s just a lot…”

“I understand.” He sits back in his chair. “Walk me through it. Just so you can review it in your head.”

“Um, okay.” You lean forward and put your head in your hands, resting your elbows on the table. “So, I’m dancing with Armitage…”

“…which you choreographed today.”

“Yup. Thanks for being there, by the way. He was definitely better behaved.”

Kylo smirks a bit, but you’re not sure why. “Anytime. He did seem a little pretentious.”

You roll your eyes. “You have no idea. So, dance with Armitage, but I’m looking across at you the whole time. Once I break away from him we cut to running through the forest; I’m looking back over my shoulder and feeling worried. Then go to our duet.”

“Perfect. See? You’re a natural!”

You scoff. “Hardly. Hey, would you mind walking back out to that pond with me? I want to practice the choreography in the water.”

“Sure. Now?”

“I don’t see why not.” You’d packed a pair of old pointe shoes in your bag that you don’t mind getting ruined. “Might as well get it over with.”

“Oh, come on, I’m not that bad am I?”

You smile a little. “No. I suppose not.”

…

Back in the forest, you lace your shoes up to your ankles before stepping into the mud. Kylo follows, barefoot, jeans rolled up to his knees. He takes your hand and you carefully raise up on your toes, testing the stability of the pond’s floor. Surprisingly not bad. You can even take a couple steps. “Okay, ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” Your start the choreography, slowly, making sure you can keep your balance, and end up making it all the way through with only minor stumbles.

“Perfect.” You’re ready to leave when Kylo stops you.

“Rey said she wanted something big for the ending, right? Do you have any ideas?”

“Oh, right. Um…” You look around. “She said she wanted to use the trees…” there’s a sturdy looking branch right above Kylo’s head and you eye it. “Spot me real quick, will you?” He nods and steps aside as you jump up and grab on to the branch, jostling it up and down to test its strength. Seems hearty enough. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do. When I’m in the splits, you stand in front of me. I’ll fall, and my legs will end up wrapped around your waist. If your hands land on my lower back I can fall into a backbend. Got that?”

He nods and positions himself straight in front of you. You take a breath and let go, but Kylo is right there to catch you, and you end up wrapped around him, face to face. Oh. You hadn’t thought of the positioning of this, really. He’s looking at you with surprise, and to get away from his face you roll yourself slowly into a backbend, then back up. He’s still as close as before. Damn.

“And then, we kiss.” His voice is low, just for the two of you, and you feel like your stomach has dropped to your feet.

“About that.” You jump off of him and land neatly on the ground, concealing your nerves. “I haven’t really, um… done that. Before.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You’ve never kissed anyone?”

You shake your head nervously. “No. So I don’t really know what I’m doing there.”

“Color me surprised.”

“Excuse me?”

“I just thought- I mean, you’re gorgeous. I would’ve thought guys would be crawling all over you.”

You make a face. “Hardly.” He steps forward. You step back. He steps forward, you step back again. Giggling nervously to yourself, you aim for the edge of the pond where a clean pair of sweats and non-muddy shoes are waiting. “So, um, we have a date set for shooting?”

“Yup.” He nods and follows your lead, seemingly unrattled by the surprisingly intimate moment that had just happened. “Wednesday we meet out on the lawn, and then we’ll film here. That good with you?”

Wednesday. You have until Wednesday to figure out how to somehow be okay with wrapping your legs around- and kissing- this guy. Who is sweet and tall and has great hair and- has a girlfriend, you remind yourself. You wonder if Rey will get uncomfortable seeing the two of you kiss. You’d be a little weirded out asking someone to kiss your boyfriend for a class project. But she had asked, so…

You breathe. You’ll cross that bridge when you come too it.

…

Wednesday comes much too soon. The days beforehand are interspersed with meetings with Rey, more practice in the woods both by yourself and with Kylo- though you always stop before the finish- and sadly, another rehearsal with Armitage. But Kylo continued to make good on his word and be there in the dance studio whenever you needed him to be, which definitely kept Armitage much more in check than he would have been if the two of you had been alone. You always tried to keep your focus on Armitage- he was your rehearsal partner, after all- but your eye kept being drawn to the boy in the corner, head in his hands, watching you dance. He’s mesmerizing. And having his eyes on you makes you a strange combination of nervous, giddy, and… maybe a little turned on.

He has a girlfriend, he has a girlfriend, he has a girlfriend…

You sit on a bench underneath some trees on the grand lawn of your campus, lacing up your shoes. Students mill around here and there, some in hammocks or on picnic blankets studying and enjoying the nice day. Rey and Armitage are already here, talking about something or other as Rey takes test shots with her camera. Armitage certainly looks the part of a romantic lead- red hair swept back to reveal severe features and cool blue eyes, dressed in all white in contrast to Kylo’s black ensemble. But still, the thought of him spotting you- which usually means his hands in semi-intimate places- makes your stomach squirm a bit.

But your thoughts brighten a bit when you spot Kylo heading towards your group, bag slung over his shoulder. You wave, and he waves back, making you smile. He may not be a dancer, but he’s the only one you want to dance with.

“What is he doing here?” Armitage’s voice cuts through the rustling of the leaves and straight into your skull.

Rey glances behind her, unconcerned. “Kylo? He just can’t leave me alone,” she teases, sticking her tongue out at the approaching figure. There’s no way Kylo could have heard what she said, but he nonetheless responds with his own stuck-out tongue. “Nah, he’s going to be holding another angle while you two dance. More interesting to splice together that way.”

The ginger huffs, arms crossed. “I thought it would be just me and Y/N. We’re supposed to be in love, being alone would make for much better chemistry.”

“Well, technically you’re in love. She’s in love with Kylo.” You know she’s talking about your characters, but the insinuation still makes your ears burn. “Don’t worry, he’s just another man behind the camera. You shouldn’t notice him too much.”

You can tell Armitage still isn’t happy, but he quiets down the objections as you approach, instead turning a brilliant smile toward you. “Y/N. You look lovely.”

You glance down at the flow gray dress Rey picked out for you. “Thanks, Armitage.”

He holds out one hand and you take it as gently as possible, trying to prevent as much contact as possible for as long as possible. But he closes his hand around yours and pulls you closer the second he feels your fingertips, almost making you flinch. Now’s not the time. Be professional.

Kylo wanders over with his own camera, Rey finishes her technical whatnot, and the two of you take your starting positions on the bench. “Ready?” Rey calls, and you nod. “Three, two, one. Go!”

The scene plays out smoothly, almost like you’re watching yourself through your own eyes. Armitage advances, and you retreat, eventually leading into a duet where he’s constantly pulling you in and you’re trying to free yourself. Every time you take a step opposite his direction, he finds a way to trap you into another spin or leap. As hard as you’re concentrating on the choreography, the most natural part of the whole thing is looking off into the distance, reaching for a Kylo who’s looking on, wanting him to come rescue you, wanting to run to him but something holding you back-

“Cut!” Very suddenly, your headspace is broken as you all fall out of position. You’re breathing heavily, loose hair sticking to your neck, and reeling a little from just how into the scene you got. “This looks awesome, guys, I don’t even think we’ll have to do another take.”

Small victories. You turn to Armitage, who is still looking flawless even after all the turning. Typical. “Thanks for uh, working with me again. It was fun.”

He nods. “Absolutely.” He takes your hand, and the second he does Kylo’s head shoots up from where he’s looking through the viewfinder with Rey, immediately aware of how uncomfortable you look. You don’t notice, though, you’re just trying to pull your hand away. “And please know I’m always available to talk, or practice, whatever you need. Maybe we could grab a bite to eat after rehearsal this weekend…”

“Maybe,” you reply weakly, finally wrenching your hand away. “I, um, I appreciate it.”

…

The cool woods, bathed in sunset, is a welcome change from the bright daylight out on the lawn. The trees are spindly and barren, making the whole place look like an abandoned forest, beauty hidden within the branches as the sunlight dapples through them. Rey had you run through the woods a few times, constantly looking back over your shoulder for ‘Armitage’,who might be chasing you. But finally you get to the pond, where Kylo is waiting for you just like a creature of the night, blending in perfectly with he shadows starting to darken and lengthen on the ground.

As you step out to the middle of the lake to meet him, the anxiety in your chest loosens, and you feel like you can breathe again. It even makes you smile a little. This, you can do. This, you can put your heart into.

This dance is a joy to do. You practically fly, not even the dense water holding you back as you twirl around Kylo, a steady presence among the shifting surface of the lake. The look on his face is one of love, of want, and slowly you find yourself mirroring it. Every time he touches you, it becomes electric. Every time your eyes meet, you have a hard time catching your breath back.

Finally, you spring up to grab the tree branch, still dangling overhead. As Kylo moves in to catch you, you close your eyes and let go, trusting that he’ll be there. He is, just like always. Your legs catch his hips, wrapping securely around his torso, and you dip into the deepest and most graceful backbend of your life, feeling safe with Kylo’s hand squarely on the small of your back. As you roll up, you only have a moment for the thought of oh crap- now what? To flash through your head before you’re suddenly face to face.

You look at him. He looks at you. Both of you are breathing hard, from the dance and something else exhilarating in the air you can’t quite name. Whatever it is, it’s almost tangible, dancing among the trees just like you were a minute ago.

The kiss is hurried, desperate- the kiss of two people who have wanted each other for so long but haven’t had their chance until now. It’s different than you thought it’d be. His lips are soft, and he smells a little like mint and a little like the trees of the woods, a heady combination that makes you want to burrow into his side and never come out. You’re not quite sure where to put your nose, or how to keep your teeth out of the way, but it doesn’t seem to matter all that much. After a few seconds something swells in your chest like nothing ever has before, a feeling usually reserved for taking the final bow after a long concert or perfectly breaking in a shiny new pair of shoes.

Almost simultaneously, the two of you pull away from each other, both staring wide-eyed as that tangible feeling begins to dissipate into the air, leaving a comforting sort of silence. Completely forgetting about Rey, the camera, and the project, you smile at Kylo, wondering if he had felt that magic something that had shivered its way through your body.

“Cut.” Rey doesn’t even yell it, she just states it like a matter-of-fact. The two of you startle, abruptly pulled out of your own little world. “That was…” Rey shakes her head slowly. “That was something else.”

“Cool,” Kylo whispers, responding to her but still looking wondrously at you.

“Yeah,” you whisper back. His arms tighten around you, just for a second, before letting you settle back onto the ground. You look around, where mud has been kicked up onto the bank, as well as all over your dress and Kylo’s jeans. Rey hasn’t escaped either, and is meticulously wiping a dirt spatter from her camera lens. You giggle. “We made a bit of a mess, I think.”

Kylo grins and offers you his hand, which you take, helping you back over to land. “All In the name of passion, right?”

Your cheeks flare, which you try to cover by leaning down and straightening the hem of your dress. “Something like that.”

“Guys, that was amazing. Like, seriously.” Rey climbs up to the bank.

“Can I see some of it?” Now that it’s finished, you’re genuinely curious at what you look like- and you’re sure that kiss looks horribly awkward. Maybe you should ask her to redo it…

“Nope! It’s gonna be a surprise at the final viewing. I’m editing it myself, so Kylo won’t see it either.” Kylo rolls his eyes and begins changing into clean clothes he brought from a duffel.

“Rey is all about the surprise factor.” He turns to you. “We’ll see it in a week, I guess. Have you ever been to Griffin Hall? It’s the big digitorium on the edge of campus. That’s where they’re hosting the viewings.” You shake your head. “Well, why don’t I pick you up then? Just so you don’t get lost.”

As much as you don’t want to admit it, seeing Kylo again would be… nice. Very nice. “Yeah- yeah, that sounds great. Thank you.”

…

You fidget with your hair, placing one last bobby pin into your braided crown when there’s a knock on the door. Kylo. You take a deep breath. You haven’t seen him in a week, not really, except for waving to him a few times going to and from classes. He was usually talking with Rey, and you didn’t want to disturb them.

Taking one last look in the mirror, you turn the lock and open the door, where Kylo is standing in a slightly more fancy version of his usual black ensemble, a smile on his face. He instantly raises an eyebrow. “Wow.”

You frown. “What?”

“You look amazing.”

You’re wearing a chiffon dress that floats lazily at your sides, tied in a halter by a satin bow. You even traded your ballet flats for heels that criss-cross up past your ankles, mimicking the ribbons of your pointe shoes. “Thanks,” you smile. “You don’t look to bad yourself.”

He sighs heavily, like his outfit is the bane of his existence. “Rey made me wear the tie.”

You laugh as you reach out to smooth out a bubble in said tie. “Well, it looks very nice.”

“Are you two done? We’re going to be late!” Rey appears behind Kylo in a cream wrap dress with a brown belt. “I want to get good seats!”

Oh. Rey is here. Of course she would be, though. You shake thoughts of being alone with Kylo out of your head and grab your purse. “Ready if you are.”

The digitorium is done up in lights, with students dressed in their cocktail best streaming through the double doors. You blanch a little when you see all the pizzazz. “I didn’t realize this was such a big deal.”

“I mean, the senior film festival always draws a bit of a crowd. There are awards at the end of the night that the audience votes on based on what films they like the best,” Rey explains. So, basically, everyone is going to see you crushing on Kylo- you might as well admit it to yourself- on the big screen. Fantastic.

“Rey!” A black guy in a tan jacket and another in a ridiculously vibrant orange blazer walk over. “Ready to get your ass beat?”

“You wish, Finn! Your little adventure plot is no match for my romantic thriller,” Rey says dramatically, but giving the guy- Finn- a hug nonetheless. “Besides, everyone knows Poe here can’t hold any attention on the big screen.”

“Hey now!” Poe, in the orange blazer, tosses his hair back from his forehead like a teen heartthrob from the nineties. “I’m a stud and you know it.”

“Oh, just come on already. May the best film win!” The three of them dash off towards the entrance, apparently in a race to get the best seats.

You raise an eyebrow at Kylo. “Friends of hers?”

He snorts. “More like partners in crime. Finn is another directing major, he and Poe did some sort of aviation adventure thing I think.” He holds out his arm, and after a few seconds you hesitantly slip your arm through the crook of his. “Shall we?” You let him lead you into the building, not sure how you’re going to get through tonight.

There are six films in total. Finn and Poe’s was indeed an action-adventure flick, featuring Poe crash landing on an island and having to do a man-vs-wild sort of challenge. You recognize the same forest you danced in with Kylo in the background of some of their shots. Everyone goes crazy when the credits roll, you included, and the two friends stand in their seats to take a bow, both trying to outdo the other. You smile- they’re clearly class favorites.

“I think we’re up,” Kylo whispers, and sure enough, Rey’s name in bold letters appears on a black screen. You hold your breath. Hopefully Rey worked some magic and you wouldn’t look like an idiot in front of all these people.

To your shock, you don’t look like an idiot. In fact, you look- almost beautiful. Armitage never looks away from you the whole time you’re dancing, but it’s clear your mind is somewhere else- on someone else. The screen cuts away from the dance a few times to show a serene Kylo standing in the distance, looking on at the two of you on the lawn. As you finally pull away from Armitage, thanks to a close up on your face, you can see a tear leak down your cheek. You put a hand up to your face. You don’t even remember crying.

Trees fly past as the two of you run through the forest from opposite sides until you meet eyes from across the pond. Kylo holds out his hand and you delicately take it, stepping into the water- the pointe shoes make it looks like you’re dancing on the surface, rather than on the muddy pond floor. The dance whirls and races and sometimes slows and wavers, but never loses intensity or drive. Rey has managed to capture all the best angles, every facial expression, every slosh of the water as you kick up mud in a way that’s almost graceful.

As you fall from the tree branch, you catch yourself sitting on the edge of your seat, holding your breath. Everyone in the auditorium is too, and even though you know what happens next, you can’t help but smile a little when you kiss on screen. The last lingering shot is of the two of you looking at each other with mirrored expressions- disbelief, release, and love. Lots of love.

The screen fades to black, and for a few moments the crowd is silent, making you sink down into your chair a little. Did they not like it? You thought Rey did an amazing job-

Your thoughts are cut off by thunderous applause rising from the rows of people, and even some cheering and whistling. Across the way, Rey proudly takes a bow amidst all the noise, and you find yourself clapping wildly as well, smiling at her success. Suddenly, Rey gestures to you, and before you know it Kylo is pulling you up out of your seat, holding your hand aloft like you’ve just won the olympics. In shock, you laugh, and he does too, giddy and high on everyone’s well wishes.

This is so much better than any dance concert you’ve ever done.

…

After the event, Rey is posing on stage with her professors, a small gold trophy in her hand- Audience Favorite, apparently by a landslide. You and Kylo wait for her outside amongst the rest of the crowd, who are milling about, discussing the night and their opinions.

“Well? What do you think? Caught the acting bug?”

“Maybe,” you admit sheepishly. “This was… incredible.”

“Yeah.” There’s a wistful look on his face, and in his eyes you can see just how much he loves what he does. “You never get sick of it.”

“Come on, guys!” Rey comes bounding over with her friends, who are holding a certificate for best editing. “Are we ready for the best part?”

“The best part?” You look at her, confused. She gives you a wicked grin. “The afterparty.”

…

Not an hour later, you’re standing against the wall of someone’s house, drink in your hand, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. The room is dimly lit, and music is blasting, but you can vaguely make out some of the people you recognize from the films you saw and their directors. Apparently the afterparty is what everyone is really waiting for at the end of the night.

You think you’d just rather go home. Parties aren’t really your scene.

“Y/N!” A familiar figure cuts through the crowd, and before you can dodge away, Armitage is standing way too close, pushing you up against the wall. “How great did we look up there? We should dance together more often!”

You roll your eyes, practically gagging at all the alcohol on his breath. “Sure, Armitage. I’m gonna, um, go to the bathroom-” you try to slip away but he grabs your wrist, hard, making you freeze.

“Come on, Y/N.” He has to shout over the crowd, but you can hear him loud and clear. “It’s obvious we should be together. We’re the best dancers in our program. We look amazing together. We’d be unstoppable.” His demeanor suddenly changes, and he uses his hips to push you against the wall once more, still holding onto you so you can’t escape. “I know you want me, Y/N. It was just a matter of time.”

“Armitage, let me go! I don’t-” you shove him off, a little scared. “I don’t like you like that, okay? I’m sorry!”

His face darkens. “What, who is it? Who else is there?” He stops. “It’s that Kylo guy isn’t it. You’re into him. Instead of me.”

“N- no, I just-”

“I knew it.” There’s a fury in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. “You need to be with me, Y/N. I’ll show you- I’ll make you see it!” He throws himself at you, holding you tighter than ever, and you’re struggling to pull away but you can’t, he’s stronger than you, and he’s so close you can smell him and his hips are against yours-

Suddenly, air. Without anything to hold you up, you collapse to the ground, hard, chest heaving. You taste salt, and roughly try to rub the tears off your cheeks. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Kylo is towering over Armitage, practically holding him by the neck. “None of your business, weirdo,” Armitage snarls, but Kylo throws him back so hard he bangs his head against the wall behind him.

Somehow, even though Kylo leans in close, you can still hear his voice over the music. “You touch her again, you’re dead,” he hisses. “If I see you within twenty feet of her you’ll have me to deal with.”

“Fuck off, you’re not-”

He suddenly goes silent, probably because Kylo just decked him in the nose. As drunk as he is, Armitage rag dolls onto the ground, out cold. It’d be almost comical if he hadn’t just tried to- no. Don’t think about that. You feel more tears, hot and painful, well up in your eyes, which are staring at Armitage’s limp body just a few feet away from you. “Y/N? Y/N.” It takes a minute, but you finally focus on Kylo, who has kneeled down in front of you. He holds out a hand and you cling to it, shaky, trying not to sob or scream or both. “Let’s get you out of here, okay?” You nod, but don’t move. Your legs won’t seem to work. Without saying a word, Kylo scoops you up as if you weigh nothing and begins to carry you through the crowd. Where, you don’t know, and you don’t care, as long as it’s away, away, away- you bury your head into his chest, trembling, curling in on yourself and closing your eyes tight as he brings you to safety.

Safety comes in the form of the backyard, cool and dark, big enough so that the music and the house is just a distant thrumming in the night. Kylo sets you down on the grass, gently, then sits beside you. You’re still frozen, so he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close to his side, and you wrap it tighter around you like he’s your lifeline.

He is, in a way. He just- he just stopped- “Thank you,” you whisper, and you can feel his chest rumbling as he responds.

“I don’t think he’ll be bothering you again.”

You shake your head, and fall quiet. The two of you just sit there, looking at the stars and hearing the din of the party in the background. Every nerve in your body should be on fire right now, but the longer you sit by Kylo’s side, the safer you feel.

“Can I tell you something stupid,” you say, and he shifts away from you a little so he can hear you better.

“Of course.”

You groan and pull your knees up to your chest, resting your head on them. “It’s so stupid. And embarrassing.”

“Y/N, it’s okay, really.” He taps one of your hands lightly with a finger, then takes it in his own and entwines your fingers with his. “You can tell me anything.”

“I really like you,” you admit, eyes squeezed shut so you won’t see his reaction. “Really really like you. And I know we basically just met and I know nothing about you and you and Rey seem really happy together and I’m glad, I really am, but-”

“Whoa, whoa, back up.” He shifts so he’s sitting in front of you, but you can’t bring yourself to show your face. “Me and Rey? What now?”

You sniffle a little. “Your girlfriend, dummy. You guys are great together and I know that, but I just had to tell you because-”

“Y/N, stop.” You do. He tucks a piece of hair that’s escaped your braid behind your ear, which gives you the courage to look up at him. The moonlight is glinting off of him in a way that makes him look unreal. Unearthly beautiful. And there’s a smile on his face- oh, god, he’s laughing at you, you shouldn’t have said anything- “you know Rey and I are cousins, right?”

They-

Cousins?

“Oh.” That’s all you seem to know how to say. You just sit there and look at him, dumbfounded, and also feeling incredibly, incredibly stupid.

“Yeah. We’re not- we’re not a couple.” He shudders a little, seemingly at the thought, and laughs a little. “We basically grew up together. She’s like my little sister.”

This time you say nothing, your heart thumping out of your chest. With embarrassment, yes, but way deep down, if you look closely, there’s also a little flare of something. Something that might be a tiny, tiny spark of hope.

You look at him. He looks at you. Then, ever so carefully, he reaches forward and pulls you towards him, settling you onto his lap. Automatically, your arms go around his neck, and your legs around his waist- a mirror image of your kiss in the woods.

And you’re very, very close.

“Tell me if this isn’t okay,” he whispers, and then he can’t say anything else because he’s kissing you.

This kiss is different than the other- soft, slow, and hesitant. Barely there really, just a whisper of something, a hint of admission. He gives you time and space to pull away, but instead, you pull him back towards you, take a breath, and kiss him back. You still don’t know what you’re doing, but he guides you through it was small touches and a tilt of the head- and when a pathetic sound of want escapes your throat, he kisses you deeper, until you’re flush against him and you can feel his heart beating in his chest. Your hand finds its way to his curls and buries itself in them, his wander to your waist and the small of your back. You’re as close as you can possibly be and it’s still not enough- but it’s also the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to you.

Eventually, he pulls away, because you’re breathing hard and maybe still crying a little. He wipes a tear away with the pad of his thumb, and you laugh breathlessly to yourself. “Sorry, I- I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Hm.” He’s staring at you so intensely his eyes sparkle like the stars above. “There was something in the air, when you were dancing with me. I think it followed us here.”

“It wasn’t just me, then?”

“”Stars, no.” A small smile flickers across his face. “I couldn’t believe I got to be your first kiss.”

“And second.”

“And third?”

You giggle, feeling that magic swirl around the two of you, before meeting him in the middle again. And again. And again.

#star wars #Star Wars fanfic #fanfic #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #reader insert #dance au #armitage hux #rey #poe dameron #finn

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645-647: "Destruction Cannon Blasts! Lucy in Trouble!", "The Legendary Pirate! Don Chinjao!" and "Light and Darkness! The Shadow Behind Dressrosa!"

There is something rotten in the state of Dressrosa right now. Doflamingo has some seriously shady shenanigans on the go. Turning humans into toys? Letting them live alongside relatives who - it appears - have their memories wiped? Tossing them for scrap if they show any signs of rebellion? Yeah, this whole situation is totally messed up. Now I get why a Resistance is mounting against the Donquixote Family.

I watched three episodes because I thought I might see the end of the Block C battles. No such luck, but Luffy vs Don Chinjao has been fun so far.

Still, that freaky Toy Human transformation reveal was totally worth it.

(Will catch up on replies this week too! It’s been a weirdly busy couple of weeks but next week won’t be as rammed. :D)

Electric Fist Bump

I am still not certain that Brutal Bull is, in fact, going to recover. Let’s just pretend he will. At least Luffy gently carried him to safety and thanked him for fighting with him. ;_;

A random called Ideo (way too much eyeliner, Shoulders McGee) finished the job by punching Hajrudin out the ring. After Ideo’s brag-fest, I thought Luffy would be the one to kick his ass too, but it was funnier than that.

A random competitor called Jean the Bounty Hunter (no relation to Dog) had seen through Luffy’s disguise. He knocked off Luffy’s helmet and slashed his beard. Instead of giving up his disguise, Luffy chased him (lmao) to get his helmet back.

Once exposing Luffy, didn’t work, Jean picked up all the weapons dropped by competitors who fell to Don Chinjao’s conqueror’s haki. Jean seriously thought he could defeat Luffy by carrying around a giant blade ball. Okay, mate.

Jean, at least, was allowed a quick shit-talk. He’d made so much money recapturing all the criminals Luffy set free from Impel Down. Now, Jean was aiming to snare Buggy (I guess he doesn’t read the papers), Crocodile, Jimbei, Ivankov and Shiryu (good luck with those names, mate).

Meanwhile, Luffy was standing there, reminiscing over all the old names like it was old times. “I wonder how Jimbei and Iva are doing?”

Jean got mad, threw his dumb sword ball and... it did not go to plan.

Luffy dodged.

Instead, a rather large and intimidating man absorbed all the swords.

Staring down Don Chinjao was too much for poor Jean. He was so scared, he made moe eyes before Don Chinjao took him out. (Good luck chasing after Crocodile from your new job on Doflamingo’s Factory Assembly Line!)

The fight between Luffy and Don Chinjao was actually fun to watch. The moment when they both punched out Sai and Ideo “Get outta the way!” was funny. And the Conqueror’s Haki clash was stylish (still love that blue filter), powerful (that Whitebeard soundtrack) and also pretty interesting.

Diamante watched the whole thing from his private booth. He used it as a teaching moment for Bellamy. “See, that is what it takes to be a king.” Don Chinjao sort of backed this up later when he said to Luffy that loads of people in the New World could use Conqueror’s Haki. “Only battling it out amongst themselves will reveal who the Pirate King will be. A battle of conquerors. That’s what’ll decide.”

I thought Conqueror’s Haki was a much rarer type. Maybe it still is, but that all the big shots are now concentrated in a smaller area, so there’s more chance you’ll meet someone with it. I know Shanks has it, I know Whitebeard had it, but I’m wondering if Big Mom and Kaidou also have it? (The jury’s out on Teach. Is he too much of a coward, or will he awaken it too? Who knows?)

Don Chinjao also kept veering between wailing with rage and attacking with rage at what Garp had taken from him (treasure and strength, apparently). He also kept demanding Luffy tell him what Garp had done. Luffy was like, “No, you walnut. I have no idea. How many times must I repeat myself?”

Luffy didn’t know whether Don Chinjao wanted to be sad or mad. Maybe Luffy should set himself up as a therapist because I think it’s a bit of both.

At the moment, Don Chinjao has transformed into an Upside Down Tornado of Large Man, so we’ll see how that pans out in the coming episodes.

Oh, and by the way, Bobby Funk wore his brother like a jacket during the fight. Don’t ask. It was deeply, hilariously weird and I’m glad they got their asses kicked because I felt wrong watching that.

He’s Not an Idiot. He’s Directionally Disadvantaged

On the way to Flower Field, Wicka was astonished to discover Zoro is the opposite of a homing pigeon. They yelled at each other the entire time. Wicka because Zoro veered away from Flower Field yet again, and Zoro because Wicka “sucked at leading the way.” Meanwhile, the concerned residents of Dressrosa wondered why the strange man was yelling at himself.

Wicka kept punching Zoro for not going the right way. Because the Tontatta people make up for their lack of stature with super strength, I actually cheered when Zoro had enough of Wicka smacking him. He set her down in a plant pot, was like, “I have friends I care about too. Stop complaining or ask some damned cat to carry you,” then walked off.

Damn straight, Zoro. Don’t put up with that crap.

Luckily for Wicka, Zoro has no sense of direction. He circled straight round, which gave her the opportunity to apologise.

I guess it’s for the best. Otherwise Zoro would end up stuck on Dressrosa forever. Or at least until Sanji turned up.

And speaking of Sanji, he has teamed up with Kinemon again. They are currently lurking outside the Colosseum. They have spotted something ominous. Lots of Marines gathered outside, including new Vice-Admiral Bastille, waiting to swoop and arrest any unsuspecting Block A and Block B fighters leaving the arena.

I laughed at Kinemon’s weird cognitive dissonance. “Yeah, well criminals should be caught!”

Sanji would not have it. He smacked Kinemon and was like, “You are working with pirates.” Lmao, Kinemon. Old habits die hard, I guess.

At least Sanji has returned to the Sanji I like best: sneaking about, trying to solve problems. He knows Luffy needs to know about the Marines lurking outside, but how to tell him?

Plus, what’s happened to all the Block A and Block B competitors who lost their fight? Vice-Admiral Bastille is on to something. None of them have left the Colosseum. Not a single one. That is strange. Something weird, and possibly sinister, is going on here. (I wonder if they’re being turned into toys?)

This is Why I Like Nami

This was only a short scene but I loved it.

In the last couple of episodes, I assumed Nami, Brook, Chopper and Momo were retreating to regroup with a master plan to win back Sunny.

Nope. As if they would ever leave Sunny in the hands of an enemy. What was I thinking?

Even though Nami sees herself as weak compared to the DF eaters and haki users of the crew, she is not helpless. One, she is smart, and two, Nami has freaking weather controlling powers! Nami used both of those qualities to her advantage. Chopper and Brook were a distraction. While Giolla’s attention was on them, Nami readied some thunder balls.

BOOM! Direct hit on Giolla’s submarine. Now, as a DF user, she has no means to return to Dressrosa and all her goons were smoked by thunderbolt.

Your move, Giolla! :D

How About Hide-and-Seek?

Like, with a four day head start?

No?

I guess Law must be content with running like hell from the two Absolute Monsters chasing him. Fujitora was not making it easy. Every time he sheathes that sword, a jet of purple (no idea what it is. Let’s call it pure purple) rocketed into the clouds and, hello meteor shower!

Luckily, Law can Room those and slice them like bread rolls, but Doflamingo’s bullet strings were another matter. Law scarpered, dodged, hid and tried to call Nami. To no avail. Why wasn’t she picking up?

“I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to buy time,” Doflamingo said. “And I’m not gonna let you have it your way.”

No Burger King for you, Law.

Poor, beleaguered Law screeched to a halt when he realised that, somehow, Fujitora had overtaken him. My new favourite Admiral was sitting on a rock, as if he’d been politely waiting for Law to show for ages. Then it was meteor time.

Even Doflamingo was like, “Wow, you have no mercy.”

Fujitora just said, “I’m all thumbs.”

Lmao, mate. Yeah, those extreme overkill meteors? I’m just clumsy. Nah, no one believes you, Fujitora. You love smashing felons. Admit it.

Meanwhile, deep underground, Usopp was beginning to regret feigning descent from Noland. The ominous, earth-shattering rumbles from Fujitora’s onslaught were passed off as “just Usopp’s amazing haki!”

When he realised the Tontatta people kept going on about the Donquixote Family, he consulted Robin. “Um, what kind of relationship do they have with Doflamingo exactly?” he asked.

“Well, they’re serious about fighting him,” Robin replied.

Usopp had an uh-oh moment. He drew Leo (the battle hype man) aside and asked why they wanted to fight Doflaming. That’s my Usopp! Asking all the right plot questions.

Apparently, the Tontatta want to rescue five hundred friends forced to work at the “shady factory”. Moreover, Doflamingo also holds their “obnoxious, selfish, mean, moody and short-tempered Princess Mancherie” there too.

Good sell, Leo. Good sell.

“Um, she sounds horrible,” Usopp said (lmao).

“Yup!” Leo cheerfully agreed. But then he added, rather sweetly, “But she’s one of us too. Noland would save everyone who’s in trouble, right?”

Usopp looked a bit ill at that point. He did not have to answer that question, as Flapper, another Tontatta kid, hoofed it into frame. Apparently, the Donquixote Family at the palace were on the move. Rumour had it they were probably moving to the Colosseum basement. And why were they moving there?

Under the Colosseum is only where the Shady Factory is hidden! :D

I thought the Factory would be in Green Bit. This is even better! Now I’m very suspicious about all the defeated fighters. They are prime for processing. At least I got one thing right about people being forced to work at the Factory (though it wasn’t related to stealing stuff).

This Really Makes You Re-Think Toy Story

I knew it! I knew there was something weird with the toys. At first I just went with it because, well, One Piece, right? There are giants, sentient fruit-eating swords, dudes stuck in barrels. Anything goes, right? I mean, who can explain the wonder of Gekko Moria?

Turns out this does not extend to talking toys. Talking toys are not normal. Unless they’ve been invented by Vegapunk, as Franky rightly thought.

Nope. These toys are not the work of Vegapunk.

They are the product of a twisted Devil Fruit user under the employ of Doflamingo, who transforms humans into toys.

Why? I have no idea.

But the reason has got to be some dodgy kind of punishment for something.

There was a creepy scene when a toy desperately tried to convince the woman who was once his girlfriend that he was a human, that they once lived together, were once happy together. The trouble was, his girlfriend could not remember him! She looked at him in disgust, said, “This toy has human syndrome!” and he was dragged off to a ominous looking building with the word SCRAP emblazoned above a forbidding door.

It seems a lot of the toys remember being human. Sol spoke to a guy called Milo, who is currently masquerading as Onepoko-chan the dog. Turns out the boy who plays with him is actually his son, and the boy’s mother is his wife.

What. The. Actual?

Sol asked the boy if he had a dad. Nope, was the answer. What about the wife? Had she ever been married? Don’t be silly.

Something really, really weird is going on here. And I never even mentioned the midnight curfew. Anyone who is caught outside after then is arrested (and probably turned into a toy). Toys and humans are allowed to hang about during the day, but at night? They are segregated. Toys live in toy homes. Humans remain in their homes.

This is totally weird and cool and I cannot wait to see where this goes.

Every time questions are answered in Dressrosa, another ten rise to take their place. :D

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The Spaces That Divide Us - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Song recommendations for this chapter: Baby You’re A Haunted House - Gerard Way and What I’ve Done - Linkin Park

On Halloween the house was full of people you recognized, but more you hadn't met before. As you made your way through the crowd, you spotted Gerard talking to Nicole, who was dressed as a unicorn. As you approached, Nicole stopped what she was saying to see what had pulled Gerard’s attention so completely.

“Well I guess I’ll be going,” she smirked as she rolled her eyes and abandoned the conversation to find another drink and you couldn't help but grin at the reaction.

"You look amazing, Sugar," Gerard said, totally enamored. He really wanted to go as a vampire and you were more than excited to play his victim, especially since one of the items of clothing you inexplicably grabbed from your home was your black lace dress. You took your time doing your hair and applied smoky eye makeup and two bloody puncture wounds to your neck to finish off the outfit.

"Thanks, this whole look," you said waving your hands in front of him in awe, "really, really suits you." Gerard was wearing very well-fitting jeans, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a black vest over it. He had made himself almost iridescently pale, eyeliner smudged perfectly around his eyes, his smile highlighted two dangerously sharp fangs, and his hair was black was a little longer again since you had mentioned that was your favorite look on him.

Gerard laughed at your reaction. “Hey, can we go outside for a minute to talk?” he asked, suddenly seeming nervous. You nodded, but when he looked up his face turned to a look of surprise. "Is that Adam? I thought he went back down to North Carolina."

You turned as he waved before coming over. He already stuck out amongst the crowd due to his height, but even more since he wasn't wearing a costume and seemed concerned.

"Hey, what's going on? We would have invited you if we knew you were in town," Gerard said warmly.

"I didn't realize it was Halloween. Can I talk to you?" He replied; his tone serious.

"Sure, come on," Gerard said leading him toward the study. You went to the kitchen to get a drink. Time flew by as you got pulled into a lively discussion and the next thing you knew, Gerard was back by your side.

"Hey, now we really need to talk."

"Sure," you said following him outside.

"Adam came back to see if we could help him with a possible situation down in North Carolina."

Your heart started racing. "Is it Restoicom again?"

"No, he said when he got back, a friend had told him about this school where he had sent his son because he was having issues in a regular school. Now it's been a few months and he isn’t communicating as much, and when it does, he sounds strange, not like himself. Then they started to hear these rumors that the boys are being brainwashed. Adam wants some help getting access to the campus and see where things go from there."

"I'm in,” you replied almost immediately. “As long as you promise me one thing.”

"Anything.”

"We don't go into any of this half-cocked. No unnecessary risks because I can’t take the guilt of any of you guys getting hurt, and as uncomfortable as kids make me, I don’t want anything to happen to them either."

Gerard nodded. “Agreed.”

“So, when do we head south?"

You sat up with a jolt, a cold sweat on your face. You glanced over at Gerard, sleeping undisturbed. You were very familiar with what were visions, and what were just dreams. What you just saw was a vision, and as much as it freaked you out, you grabbed your notebook from under your pillow to record it.

'Me & Gerard with a kid? Yikes. Not much else w/this vision' You closed the book and laid back down, trying to get back to sleep, hoping some further explanation would come, but the next morning you woke up peacefully with nothing further coming to mind.

That afternoon everyone assembled in the living room. Andy had gone back to his animal rights group and was going to start applying for veterinary schools now that he knew he was no longer being followed, so he would not be accompanying your team. When Nicole was asked the night before if she was interested in coming along, she declined the invitation, as she had her fill of using her powers for a while. Adam had returned to North Carolina earlier in the morning. Ray had basically refused to be alone since he was kidnapped and was excited to get a change of scenery.

You were worried about the trip with Frank, as he still seemed uneasy around you since the night at Restoricom. You couldn't blame him though, you sometimes felt uneasy around yourself.

"So how are we gonna get into a private boarding school? None of us are teachers, we aren't kids, and we don't know any kids," Frank pointed out as everyone settled in.

That's when your vision popped back into your mind. "Mikey! It was you!"

"What was me?"

"I had a vision of me and Gerard with a kid, it must have been you! If you can turn into an insect, you can turn into a troubled youth, right?"

"You mean he isn't already?" Ray laughed. Mikey glared at him.

"That could work, plus if shit goes sideways, you can always escape easily," Gerard said thoughtfully.

"Why do I always have to be the one who goes in?" Mikey whined.

"Because you're my brother," Gerard grinned.

"Besides, do you want to act like you're married to me?" You asked with a laugh. Mikey considered it for a moment and shrugged. You laughed even harder as Gerard shot a glare at Mikey.

"But if they're brainwashing the kids, what if they brainwash Mikey?" Frank snapped. The anger in his voice was clear.

"Maybe if we realize we've lost contact you could go in and pull him out?" You suggested.

"Why don't you ever go in? Why are you always throwing everyone else to the wolves with your visions and plans?" Frank said getting up and storming out the front door, slamming the door behind him.

"Hey!" Gerard shouted after him. When Frank didn't come back, he followed him out the door as you sat in stunned silence with Ray and Mikey.

"I'm sorry Mikey, I didn't mean to force you into anything," you apologized, staring at the floor.

"No, I understand, you're just going by what you're seeing."

"Maybe I should stay back. Take John with you on the trip, him and Adam are close,” you suggested, getting up.

"(YN), don't worry about Frank," Ray reassured, but you just shrugged.

Meanwhile on the front porch, Gerard watched his friend light up a cigarette. "What the fuck was that about?"

Frank took a long drag and let it out. "She's a killer, man. It took her no time at all to turn on Bob. What if she decides she needs to turn on us?"

"I fucking told you that he was a spy and you know that's true because you didn't see them coming after me when they thought I was him. Me and (YN) decided before we even left that he would be expendable if it came down to us or him," Gerard spat back. "If you got a problem with that take it up with me. I made the decisions, and if I decide she isn't going in on a mission, then that's my fucking call."

Frank threw his cigarette butt to the ground and stepped on it; eyes trained on what he was doing. He walked back across the distance of the porch to Gerard. "You believe in her visions? Fine. But you better not be blinded by some pretty face. I'm not gonna forget what I saw that night and I don't think you should forget it either,” He walked back to the door to the house. "She is a killer,” he said putting emphasis on each word.

"Don't you dare make her feel any more guilty than she already does," Gerard replied through his clenched jaw.

“Too late,” you said from the open doorway, pushing past both men.

Frank didn't say anything more before walking inside, leaving Gerard staring after you as you hurried up the driveway.

Chapter 3

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kimjongdaely · 6 years

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My Pet Human [Chapter 13]

Vampire!AU

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, violence, slavery and sexual situations.

Summary: Every wrong step, every wrong turn led you to this moment. This moment where you would belong completely, utterly to the vampire Kim Jongdae, who never even wanted you in the first place.

Prologue│Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8│Chapter 9│Chapter 10│Chapter 11│ Chapter 12│Chapter 13│Chapter 14 [M]│Chapter 15 [M]│Chapter 16│ Chapter 17│Chapter 18│Epilogue

Time is an odd concept when you live in a house of vampires.

It almost seems like years since you came here. It feels like years since you truly hated vampires. You almost can’t remember what that felt like. Can’t remember a time where you weren’t in this house.

He makes you forget.

It’s still a complete mystery to you how a person can change so quickly from one thing to the next.

“Jongdae, aren’t you tired of sitting there all day, doing nothing?” You ask, a sigh leaving your lips as you focus hard on your paint brush, the motion of moving it across the canvas and not on the vampire sitting behind you.

“No.” He answers almost too quickly, sitting completely, utterly, deadly still for almost half the day. “I find this fun.”

You sigh again, finally setting your paintbrush down and turning to face him. “Why are you even out in the daylight? Doesn’t that exhaust you? Don’t you feel ill?”

Jongdae tilts his head at you, his brows furrowed and a frown on his lips. “Yixing used to do this. Why didn’t you say anything to him?”

You frown at the mention of Yixing. “Yixing did it occasionally. You’ve been here all day for the past—what? Week?”

He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. “So? I like being here.”

“Well, you didn’t like coming here before.” You point out, and he only pouts harder.

“Is it fun picking on me?” He whines, pulling you close by the waist and nuzzling into your neck. “I want to be here with you, is that wrong?”

You feel your heart skip, a small giggle escaping your lips as his hair tickles you. “Okay, okay! Stop that, you’re tickling me.”

He stops, but doesn’t move away. Instead, he opts for pressing soft, gentle kisses against your neck.

You run your hand through his soft hair, turning to peck him on the cheek. It feels so natural to do so, though it’s happening all so fast. “Alright, be a good boy and don’t bother me, okay?”

He hums in reply, sitting upright and staying perfectly still. You let out a smile, turning back towards your painting.

It’s two hours later when you see a flicker in the corner of your eye. Jongdae shuffles in his chair, a pout on his lips. “Can I at least hold you?”

You turn towards him in surprise, blurting out, “What?”

He let’s out a quiet whine, shifting again and looking like a sad puppy. “Please?”

Slightly confused, you nod. That’s definitely a first.

His face practically lights up and he scoots closer to wrap his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you work. This is all so bizarre to you, being the one to receive such affection. Ever since that day where Jongdae told you about his lover, he’s been clinging onto you like a puppy.

He seeks you out when you’re away for more than fifteen minutes, refusing to leave no matter what you say or do. Of course, there’s not much you can do. He’s a vampire who can easily overpower you, and has heightened senses. Sometimes it freaks you out, but so far it’s been sweet—but very annoying.

You still haven’t figured him out. You’ve given up at this point of ever hoping to understand him.

With the knowledge of his lover, you understand at least why he hates humans so much. Yet it seems he has taken incredible fancy to you, and you’re terrified to admit—so have you to him.

It’s not just him seeking you out, but you trying to seek him out as well. When he’s in the room, your eyes naturally follow him and his every movement. Every single time you see him it’s like seeing him for the first time, always that same sense of awe.

It’s hard to say what relationship you have with him. You often share kisses and cuddles, but you can’t say that there’s feeling behind them. At least, not on his part.

“What are you thinking about?” He murmurs, voice deep and breathy in your ear and you hold in a shiver.

You struggle for an answer—you can’t possibly tell him you were thinking about him. Him and his lovely smile and strong arms around you and his beautiful voice and his amazing scent— “...My parents.”

You feel him stiffen, but due to the angle, you can’t see his expression. He asks smoothly, “What about them?”

It’s your own fault for mentioning them, but now you feel tears prick your eyes at the blurry memory of them. “Just...how they died. I-I hardly remember them but...I miss them.”

Jongdae is silent for a long moment. Then he presses a kiss to your jaw, murmuring, “How...did they die?”

“The Assembly killed them.” You answer, tone bitter when you remember the Assembly. The horrid organization of cruel vampires that imprisoned you for most your life, that destroyed so many innocent people.

His arms tighten around you, almost reassuringly. There’s a long moment of silence before he pulls away. “Are you hungry?”

“Hm?” You blink, surprised at the sudden question. You haven’t eaten since that morning, and it’s already past lunchtime, but you haven’t even noticed your own hunger until he mentioned it. You suppose you were too focused on painting—plus, his presence often distracts you. “Yeah, a little.”

His eyes sparkle curiously as he stands, pulling you up with him. “Let’s go eat.”

You sputter as you follow him down to the kitchen. He forces you into a seat, taking the spot in front of the stoves. “Uh…Jongdae? What are you doing?”

“I’m going to cook!” He announces excitedly, rummaging through the fridge and pulling some ingredients out. “Don’t worry, I’ve been watching you cook.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—” You start nervously, though he waves you off and turns on the fire.

He grabs a container filled with leftover rice, pouring some oil into a pan before he adds the rice. “Just relax.”

Relax is the last thing you can do. You glance around nervously, expecting something to go horribly wrong like the stove to explode or something. But over time, you realize that Jongdae is handling the cooking extremely well, almost as if he’s done this often.

“Jongdae?” You can’t help yourself as you move next to him, watching as he flips the rice on the pan expertly, wrists moving delicately. “Where did you learn how to do this?”

“From you.” He answers simply.

“Just by watching me?” You ask incredulously, looking at him with wide eyes. “Were you practicing?”

He shakes his head, though he doesn’t take his eyes off the pan. A little more and the fried rice is finished. “It’s my first time. Now go grab a plate.”

You obediently grab a plate, setting it down next to him so he can pour the rice on it. The smell is amazing, the appearance even more so. It’s impossible to believe this is his first time cooking. “Wow. That’s amazing, Jongdae.”

He beams, looking quite proud. “Don’t praise me until you’ve tried it.”

You sit down, and he follows, sinking into the seat next to you. His chin rests on his palm, looking relaxed as he watches you intently. You lift the spoon to your lips, taking a bite of fried rice. The taste is amazing, and would probably be something served at a five star restaurant. “Wow!”

His eyes are wide. “Is it good?”

You beam at him, your mouth still full and nod furiously. His face lights up, grinning from ear to ear. “Then I’ll cook for you everyday.”

You almost choke, but force yourself to swallow. “E-Everyday? You don’t have to, Jongdae! I’m your Pet, I can’t possibly—”

He pouts, eyes sad. “You don’t like it?”

Your heart stutters at his heartbroken expression and sigh in defeat. “Fine. Cook for me then.”

His face lights up again, and he begins humming as he watches you eat. He looks so utterly content like this. This past week has been like a dream. Jongdae seems more like a child, a puppy, than the cold vampire you thought you knew him as. It’s all so confusing, but you would take this Jongdae over the old one any day.

“Jongdae?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

The next morning, when you enter the kitchen for breakfast, Jongdae is already there. He’s wearing a white sweatshirt that looks a little too big on him, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he cooks, and black jeans. He looks a little too good like this.

He senses you—of course, with heightened senses and all—and turns towards you with a smile, greeting you warmly, “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” You greet back, unable to stop the smile growing on your face as you approach him. He’s frying eggs, and they look amazing—though you’re skeptical of the taste, since Kyungsoo’s eggs looked delicious last time too. Vampires can’t stomach human food, so they can’t taste-test their own cooking. Although...the meal he cooked the previous day was certainly delicious.

Once he’s done, he sets the food in front of you—toast, eggs, ham, juice. Just like yesterday, he watches you eat with utter contentment, an odd look sparkling in his eyes.

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” You finally ask, unable to help yourself. You feel much to self-aware like this, and you’re not sure if you should feel freaked out or pleased by the attention.

He shrugs. “I like looking at you.”

“Jongdae.” You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You—I don’t even know what to say to you. You’re too confusing.”

He doesn’t seem offended in the slightest, or even care about what you said for that matter. He just smiles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come on, let’s go.”

“To where?” You ask, your eyebrows shooting up on your forehead in surprise.

He doesn’t answer, but stands, pulling you up with him. “Come.”

You sputter as you struggle to follow him. He’s too quick as he pulls you out the house and into the car.

“Where are you taking me?” You demand, though he completely ignores you, revving the car and driving to the road in seconds.

After a while, you grow impatient, crossing your arms and glaring at him. “Jongdae, please, tell me where we’re going.”

“You’ll see when we get there.” He merely answers, and silence ensues once again.

“You know you’ve been acting super weird this past week, right?” You frown, sounding more upset than you actually feel. You just feel so confused, unable to catch up to him.

He sighs, grip tightening on the steering wheel. “…I know. I just…I’m trying to make up for how I acted before. And well…” He trails off, glancing away and pretending to check the side mirror. “I’ve given up.”

“Given up on what?” You ask, feeling more and more confused.

“Given up on keeping a distance.” He whispers. “On pretending I hate you. On pretending I don’t feel something when—” He sucks in a breath sharply, gripping the steering wheel even tighter until it seems to almost snap. He slowly exhales, calming himself. “I’m still trying to figure everything out. I’ll...stop if you want.”

“No.” You immediately blurt, but then you feel heat rush to your cheeks as you add, much softer, “I actually like this side of you better.”

He manages a smile, glancing at you from the rearview mirror, humming. “I like being near you. I like holding you and kissing you. But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I know I’ve made you feel that way plenty already.”

You allow a small laugh to bubble from your mouth as you nod. “At least you acknowledge it.”

He chuckles as well before he stops the car. He turns towards you, suddenly more serious, yet his eyes are soft. “We’re here.”

You glance around outside, having forgotten about your surroundings. You gasp as you quickly unbuckle yourself, stepping out the car. “This—”

“This is your hometown.” He confirms, standing next to you.

You press a hand against your mouth to hold in another gasp. You look around, finding old ashes of houses, weeds and plants taking over what used to be your town. But you still recognize it.

You walk, walking down the road you remember playing on with other kids. You no longer remember your parents’ face, but your feet naturally bring you to the spot where your house used to be. You don’t fight the tears when they come, old, forgotten memories coming back in blurred snippets. You can almost hear the other children laugh, the sound echoing with the wind.

“I—” You struggle for words, sobs escaping your lips. Jongdae is by you in seconds, arm around your shoulder as he holds you gently. You turn towards him, burying your face against his chest.

You don’t know how long you stood there crying. Jongdae did not say anything, did not move as he held you. His touch is cold, but it warms your heart.

When you finally calm down, you pull away, only slightly. His arm is still around you, his side flush against yours in comfort. “Thank you, Jongdae. This…This means a lot to me.”

“Anything for you.” He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

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pandawritesthings210 · 5 years

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The Countdown

It’s early in the morning when I pet my dog before heading downstairs from my apartment into my flower shop. The sun hasn’t quite risen yet, seeing as it’s 5:30 in the morning. I sigh happily as I unlock the shop so Lexi, my best friend, can get in. I flip the sign on the door to open as well. I put together a few bouquets before Lexi gets in. By the time lunch comes around, we’ve sold a few and made a ton.

When we get back from lunch I look down at the timer on my wrist and sigh as I arrange what feels like the millionth bouquet I’ve done today, I still have over a year until I meet my soulmate. I’ve had the timer since I was born, but I’m so ready for it to beep and fall off. I just want to meet my soulmate. I’m tired of the pitiful looks I get when people see my timer still on my wrist. I’m 25. You usually meet your soulmate by 20.

“Emma, Sweetie, you need to stop worrying about the time left on that stupid timer. It’s not healthy to keep worrying about it like that,” my best friend says as we sit at work.

“Easy for you to say. You have your soulmate, Lex,” I tell her with an exaggerated eye roll and brushing a strand of raven-colored hair out of my face.

“Yes, I do, but I didn’t have him for a very long time. I met him 2 years after you’re supposed to,” she points out.

“Mine is 5 years late, Lex. Plus, it still says I have a whole-” I stop and look down at my timer. It’s changed from over a year to a few days.

“Oh my gosh, Lex! It changed! It went from over a year to 3 days! I wonder what they did to change it so drastically,” I exclaim in excitement.

“Oh my gosh! I have no idea, but I’m excited for you!” she squeals.

I almost snap one of the hydrangeas in the bouquet as I squeal with her in excitement.

I have 3 days, 3 hours, 48 minutes, and 24 seconds left until I meet my soulmate. At least I work in a floral shop in Dallas and it’s the Saturday before Valentine’s day, which is on Wednesday, so I’ll be busy enough to not just sit there staring at my watch all the time.

The bouquet I was working on before our fangirl attack needs a little fixing, so I fix it and put it in the cooler. I start another bouquet that’s going to have red and white roses mixed with some baby’s breath after putting that one away. It takes about 10 or 15 minutes before I’m satisfied with the way it looks, but that’s usual. I’m a perfectionist when it comes to the arrangements.

The shop’s kind of slow today. It’s a small shop called Bambi’s Flowers that’s set up next to Angel’s tattoo shop, but it’s cute and homey inside. We have the regular jobs like teenage boys coming in for a small bouquet for their girlfriend, or a husband looking for just a normal bouquet for their wife, but sometimes we get orders for giant bouquets. I love the giant bouquets, because they’re so much fun to put together.

Another boy, about 17 or 18 comes in looking for a single rose to give his mom for Valentine’s Day, and my heart melts at the sweetness of the gesture. I point him in the direction of our small section that has some singular roses for $5. He thanks me before walking over to the section and looking around for a bit as I go back to my task of putting another bouquet together. I hum a small French song that I learned back in high school as I pluck another bit of baby’s breath from the stem to pass the time.

“You have a beautiful singing voice,” I hear the boy say, and I look up and stop singing quickly, a light blush staining my cheeks.

“Thank you. Did you find what you were looking for?” I ask as I look at the rose in his hand- white, which is a nice change.

“Yup. I love your shop. It feels very homey,” he says.

“Thanks. It’s kind of my pride and joy,” I reply with a smile.

“So you own the shop then?” he asks.

“Yup. I’ve had this shop for about 5 years, now. I live in the apartment upstairs. I love it here,” I say as he hands me the rose to ring up.

“I can see why. I imagine the smell of fresh flowers never grows old,” he says thoughtfully.

“Oh, it never does. I love the smell of flowers,” I tell him.

“Me, too. I know that’s not typical for a guy in high school, but I love them,” he admits.

“Well, if you ever want to work here, I’d be happy to interview you,” I smile as I finish ringing the rose up.

“Seriously? That’d be amazing! Do you have an application for me to fill out first?” he asks excitedly.

“Yeah, sure thing. Why don’t we say interview time’s Monday at 1:30?” I ask him, handing him the application.

“Sounds great! I’m so excited!” he grins widely.

“I’m glad. It’s nice to see someone else this excited about my shop,” I smile.

“I’m Nicholas, by the way,” he smiles back.

“Emma. I hate formalities like making you call me by my last name when I’m like 7 years older than you- if that,” I reply.

“Okay. Emma, it is, then. I’m so excited for Monday! I’m gonna go tell my mom and give her her rose now!” He exclaims, running out of the shop.

I smile as I watch him run off. It’s nice to see someone else as excited about the shop as I am. I get started on another bouquet until someone else comes into the shop. Lex is working on one as well. She’s humming some song from the radio that I don’t know the name of.

After I put the final touches on my bouquet, a man about my age comes in looking for a bouquet for his anniversary today. He proceeds to tell me all about why today is his anniversary and all about his fiancée. He tells me about how they’d been together since high school when he was a sophomore and she was a junior. He shows me a picture of her, and she’s really pretty.

He gets a bouquet of white roses with a single pink one in the middle. He thanks me excitedly and walks out the door after paying. I think about how lucky he is to have met his soulmate so early. Lex sees me space out a bit and gives me a hug to bring me back to reality.

“Thanks, Lex. I needed that. Got a little lost inside my head again,” I tell her as I hug her back.

“Yeah, I kinda noticed,” she laughs.

“It’s just hard when I see people meet theirs so early when mine is 5 years late,” I say.

“I know, Sweetheart, but they’ll be here soon. It’s okay,” she says lightly scratching my back.

“Yeah, but that’s 3 days away from now,” I whine.

“But those 3 days will be nothing when you have your soulmate for the rest of your life,” she points out.

“That’s True. I know I’m just being impatient,” I admit.

“Yeah, you are, and you really don’t need to be. The 3 days you have now are better than the over a year you had before,” she reminds me.

“You’re not wrong,” I tell her.

We go about putting more bouquets together and when a young girl, she’s maybe 14 or so, walks through the door.

“Hi, um, I’m looking for a bouquet for my mom for Valentine’s day,” she says in a small voice.

“Of course, Sweetheart. Now, what kind of flowers does your mom like?” I ask her, stopping my work.

“She likes Tulips, Roses, and Chrysanthemums,” she tells me.

“I have the perfect bouquet for her. I’ll be right back,” I smile. She smiles back excitedly.

I turn around and walk into the big cooler I have for bouquets. I grab the bouquet and walk back out. The girl smiles excitedly and squeals a bit.

“It’s beautiful! She’ll love it!” She finally manages to exclaim.

“Yay! Okay, so that’ll be $21.69,” I tell her after I ring it up.

“Here you go, and you can keep the change,” she smiles at me.

“Thank you! Here’s your bouquet. Have a nice day!” I tell her, handing over her bouquet.

“You, too!” She yells over her shoulder as she leaves.

I sigh with contentment and look around my shop. I think I finally have enough bouquets for Valentine’s Day. The rest of the day goes by super quick, and I’m off the next day. When Monday rolls around I wake up and get breakfast while attempting to keep my French Bulldog, Marie, out of my food.

I get dressed, grab my keys, and head downstairs to walk Marie before I open the shop up. I’m so glad that the leash is long enough for me to put both of my hands in the front pocket of my hoodie, since it’s 5:45 in the morning 3 days before Valentine’s Day. We go our normal morning route, just around the block, and I clean the shop a bit before I officially open up.

Lexi comes in around 6:30 exhausted from her 3-month-old son, Bobby, waking her up every 2 hours in the night. I feel bad for her right now, but I know it’ll get easier on her when he’s a bit older. During her lunch break she just eats a protein bar and crashes in the break room for a well-deserved nap.

Nicholas, the kid from Saturday, comes back for his interview. He’s 30 minutes early, which I applaud. He has on nice jeans and a light blue button-down shirt on. It’s obvious he’s trying to make a good impression. His interview goes really well, so he’s going to start tomorrow.

We start getting really busy after lunch, which helps me keep my mind off of my watch which still has 1 day 9 hours 13 minutes and 30 seconds left. I’m hoping my soulmate doesn’t do something to make it longer again.

All of the next morning is pretty quiet for a Tuesday until after lunch when Nicholas comes in, and started his training. He’s a very quick learner, and by the end of the day, he’s checked out a few people and is super excited to help tomorrow.

I wake up and start the same routine as normal but with a lot more butterflies in my stomach. I have 9 hours 12 minutes and 17 seconds until I meet my soulmate. I’m so excited, but I’m also terrified. What if they don’t like the way I look, or my personality, or my accent? Lex laughs at me when I tell her my concerns after she makes her way in.

“If they don’t like any of that stuff about you, they’re an absolute idiot. You’re amazing, Em. Babies love you, people love you, animals love you, freaking plants love you. If they don’t love you too, then they’re the ones who are messed up,” She tells me, grabbing both of my shoulders to make me look her in the eyes.

“Thanks, Lex,” I say as I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a tight hug.

“No problem, Em. Now, we still have to tag some more bouquets before lunch, right?”

“Yeah, we do. We have a lot of them to do, but it goes quickly,” I tell her as I go grab the roll of barcode stickers from the back.

It takes us maybe an hour to tag all of the bouquets, and by that time we have a little boy- maybe 6 or 7 come in to buy a single pink rose for his mom. He’s really sweet about it and uses ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. His mom is doing a good job with him. He leaves with a huge smile on his face as he runs out the door to, more than likely, school.

As the morning goes on, it starts to pick up a little bit. We have a few guys about my age come in to get a bouquet for their girlfriend or their wife. Some tell me about their significant other,and others choose not to tell me.

I’m panicking the entire time I’m working while I think about what my soulmate will be like. I don’t really care if it’s a guy or a girl. I’ve been over having preferences for a long time. I just want them to accept me. I hope I live up to their expectations after having to wait for so long.

Our lunch break comes quickly, and I kind of fix my makeup and brush my hair out again before taking Marie on a small walk with Lexi. I eat my lunch when we get back, and wait for Nicholas -Nick, he prefers- to show up so we can finish up inventory. He comes in at exactly 1:30 like always. We have a few more customers come in to buy flowers in advance for tomorrow.

An hour or so of inventory goes by, and I stop to look at my timer. I see 1 hour 12 minutes and 7 seconds left. I’m so excited, but I’m also terrified that they won’t like me. I’m all shaky, and I’m not focused. Nick looks at me concerned when I space out for the third time in ten minutes.

“Emma? You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine- just a little nervous. I’m meeting my soulmate in about an hour,” I tell him.

“Oh, goodness. No wonder you’re so spacey. Are you excited?” He says.

“Of course, but I’m also really nervous. What if they don’t want me?” I ask in a small voice.

“Then they’re an absolute idiot. If they don’t want you, they don’t deserve you anyway,” He says in a fierce tone. We’ve become somewhat friends in the little bit he’s been working at Bambi’s for me.

“Thanks, Nick,” I say with a small squeeze to his shoulder.

“Nothing to thank me for. I’m just telling you the truth,” he replies, giving me a one-armed hug.

We get a few more bouquets done between the three of us, and I have a minute left on my timer before I even realize that that much time has passed. I’m fangirling with Nick and Lexi when the bell of the shop jingles and a tall man with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes walks in, and I hear the sound of two timers go off and two small thuds as our timers fall to the floor.

“So this is where ya’ve been hidin’ for so long. I was startin’ to wonder what I’d done wrong once I looked all over at home,” He says as he reaches toward me and brushes a piece of hair behind my ear.

“I thought the same thing. You’re a long way from home now, aren’t you?” I ask him.

“Yeah, I flew here to visit a friend, and your shop looks to have some pretty flowers, so I was gonna have a look ‘round. Now, though, I just wanna take you and geht to know ya,” He admits.

“Well, my name’s Emma Wilson, for starters,” I tell him.

“Davin O’Connor,” he smiles wide.

“I’m Lexi, her best friend, and that’s Nick- also a friend,” Lexi pipes up.

“Nice tah meet the both of ya’s as well,” Davin says, reaching to shake both of their hands.

“So would it be too much trouble tah steal ya ‘way for a bit?” Davin asks me. I look at Lexi and Nick to make sure they’ll be okay without me.

“Go. We can manage the shop for the rest of the day. It’s only a couple hours till closing time anyway,” she says.

“Thanks, Lex. You too, Nick. I’ll call you later,” I say as Davin and I walk out of the shop.

“Is this okay?” Davin asks as he hesitantly reaches for my hand and interlocks our fingers as we walk.

“Of course it’s okay. You’re my soulmate, Davin. I’ve waited entirely too long for you to hold my hand,” I tell him as I look up at him. He’s quite a bit taller than my 5’ 3” self.

“I can say the same. It’s been a long 5 years, indeed. I wish I would’ve come to visit Crevan a lot sooner.” He says, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand.

“Me, too,” I say with a small laugh, swinging our hands slightly as we walk.

“So, you know what I do for a living, but what do you do?” I ask him after a while.

“I’m a journalist, which is also part of the reason I came to America. I have to cover a story on a big corporation here,” He answers with a smile, taking a bit longer to form the word ‘ corporation’ with his thick accent.

“So is it safe to say you enjoy what you do as well?”

“Oh, yes. I love my job. I’ll definitely have to see if we have a branch of the company here,” He tells me with a squeeze to my hand.

“You’d move here? Why? You love your job,” I say with wide eyes.

“Because you’re my soulmate, Emma. My soulmate’s more important than my job. Plus, you can be a journalist anywhere. You’re shop’s here. You can’t really bring that with you,” He says as we stop walking for a second.

“You’re already so sweet to me, and we just met,” I tell him, playfully bumping into him as we start walking again.

“I do want you to come with me and visit my family when I leave to get my stuff from my flat,” He says as a thought.

“I would love to go meet your family, but I’ve never left the country, so I’m a little nervous,” I tell him.

“Don’t be nervous, Love. You’ll be fine. My family will love you, and I’ll show you around a little,” He reassures me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“I’ve always heard it’s pretty, but I’ve never been able to go. I think Lex and Nick could handle the shop and Marie for a few days, though,” I say, leaning into him.

“Marie?” He asks.

“Oh, yeah. She’s my French Bulldog puppy,” I tell him.

“Aww. Well, I’d love to see her later,” He says with a smile.

“She’ll love you. She pretty much loves everybody,”

“Well that’s good. I’d hate to have your dog not like me,”

We eventually end up in a little hamburger place in town, and we both get a double bacon cheeseburger and fries- just happily eating and talking occasionally about our lives. When dinner’s done, Davin comes back to my apartment with me. It’s the first night that I sleep well in a long time. My heart swells when Davin rolls over in his sleep, wraps both arms around my waist, and buries his face in my hair with a small, content sigh. Getting to kiss his lips first thing in the morning makes the extra 5 years without him so worth it.

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Malia- All You Had To Do Was Ask

Request- hi, could you do number 10 of holiday prompts with Malia? I love your blog and your work, btw, you write so well! / For the holiday prompts: How about Malia and number 10?

10. “Why are you hiding in the closet?” In which one of you might be a teensy bit afraid of the New Years Eve Fireworks.

A/N: In the closet, under the bed, same thing. I’m loving the Malia love ;)

“Jesus christ, open the door,” you muttered to yourself as you rang Lydia’s doorbell a second time. You shoved your hands back into the pockets of your coat and swayed back and forth on her front porch. It was too cold to stay still.

Finally, the door swung open, but it wasn’t Lydia who answered it. It was Stiles.

“Hey!” he cried, his warm brown eyes lighting up. “God, Y/n I’m so happy you’re here. I miss you y’know? Last time I saw you was like, three days ago.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Have you guys already started drinking?”

“Hey, you’re like, two hours late!” he pointed out, swaying a little as he held open the door for you. “And it’s only thirty minutes till midnight!”

You shook your head and smiled, but you quickly pulled the door from his hands and shut it gently. Now you could feel the warmth coming from Lydia’s foyer, and it felt amazing.

You shrugged off your coat, and hung it up in the nearby closet.

“I could’ve gotten it for you,” Stiles slurred.

You rolled your eyes. “I think I can manage.”

You walked beside him as stumbled his way back toward the rest of the party, which was going at full swing. Music was blaring from speakers in the living room, and the rest of your friends were scattered between there and the kitchen. Alcohol had been precariously placed all along the countertops, and you knew it was just a matter of time before someone broke something.

Lydia herself had a glass of wine in her hand, and when she saw you her eyes went wide. “Shit. Was that you ringing the doorbell?”

“Yep,” you told her. “But it’s okay, Stiles got me.”

Stiles nodded eagerly, and Lydia smiled, twirling a strand of red hair between her fingers. “Get yourself a drink.”

She gestured to an enormous bowl of punch, and you raised your eyebrows. “I thought Scott said we couldn’t get drunk.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I spiked the punch with wolfsbane, but not enough to kill you. It’s just the right dose, and it won’t make you hallucinate either, which is a plus…”

She was still talking, but as you looked across the room, you met the dark eyes of Malia Tate, and that was enough to make everything else melt away. Her gaze seemed to trace down your body, taking in the cocktail dress Lydia had begged you to wear. Now you were glad you had listened.

“Y/n!” Lydia groaned. “You’re not listening.”

“Hm?” you murmured, turning back to her. “Uh, sorry, what were you saying?”

She huffed. “All that super hearing, and no one listens to me anyway. I said, if you’re drinking I’m going to have to take your keys.”

“Uh…” you said, glancing back at Malia, who was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, watching you in amusement. “I think I’ll pass tonight. Besides, I’m pretty sure your supply of sober people is gonna run out soon.”

She glanced back toward the living room, where Scott, Isaac, Liam, Hayden, and Mason were anything but sober. Kira appeared to be the only one not drinking, watching with a smile on her face as she observed drunk Mario Kart.

You shot Lydia a wink and swiped a water from the cooler on the floor. Then you headed toward Malia.

“Hey,” you told her, taking her in.

She was only wearing jeans, a crop top, and a tan jacket, but you still thought she looked stunning. No one but Malia could pull off everyday clothes at a party like this.

“Hey,” she answered. “You look really fucking good in that dress.”

You felt your skin grow hot. “Lydia picked it out.”

“Hm,” she said, reaching forward to run her fingers along one of the straps. “She has good taste. Not that she’d ever get one of these on me.”

You laughed, trying not to shiver at her touch. “I think you look good no matter what you wear.”

“Do you?” she asked. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Always.”

Malia’s lips twitched. It might have taken her a little while to learn social cues, but now she had enough experience with people to pick up on them. And god, how she loved the way she made your cheeks flush.

It had only been a few months since Scott bit you, but Malia had immediately taken a liking to you. Unlike many other people, you were honest, and you wore your emotions without shame. To her, someone who was floundering to understand what people really meant all the time, it was a welcome change.

“Do you wanna come look at her neighbor’s lights with me? They’re pretty.”

“I would love to,” you told her, taking a sip of your water and setting it down on the counter.

She grinned, reaching out to take your hand. Your fingers were warm in hers as she led you toward Lydia’s den, which was currently empty. You could see a couple empty shot glasses strewn about on the coffee table, but whoever was in there had moved on.

Malia pulled you down onto the big leather couch in front of the bay window, and you felt her warm side pressing against yours. True to her words, Lydia’s neighbors had decorated their house in glowing white lights. They lit up the night and shined through the window, casting a warm glow over you and Malia.

“So,” she began. “How are you handling everything? Scott said you did really good on your full moon.”

“I’m not sure,” you told her honestly. “I was freaking out at first...but then he told me that I couldn’t push it all down. That I had to feel it if I was going to control it. And then I did.”

“And?” she wondered.

“And I was fine,” you said, a little bit of disbelief in your tone.

“Why is that such a surprise to you?” she asked.

“I just heard the stories about everyone. Scott told me how he tried to put his fist through Stiles’ head, and how when Liam turned, Kira had to knock him out with a boat paddle.”

“And me?” Malia asked.

“He said you actually did pretty well.”

“I’m sure he left out the part about me trying to kill everyone as a coyote.”

“No, actually. But I don’t think that counts.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Well, I knew you would be fine.”

You scoffed. “Come on, I know everyone was taking bets on what I’d do.”

“Not me,” she told you honestly. “It didn’t matter to me. I knew you would do better than any of us.”

You looked up at her with shining eyes. “How?”

“I could just tell,” she said quietly. “From the first time I met you, I knew Scott made the right decision. You’re a lot like him y’know? You’re just good, and it doesn’t take anything for you to be that way. It’s just who you are, and I love that about you. I knew you would be fine.”

You flushed, glancing down and away from her deep brown eyes. No one had ever said anything like that to you before.

Malia reached out, placing her hand on your cheek, gently turning your face back to hers. “You don’t have to do that. I see you, Y/n. I always have.”

Her lips were so incredibly close, and all you wanted was to move forward and close the space between the two of you. You might have, if not for the shouting that caused both you and Malia to jump back.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

“They’re counting down,” you remarked. “Should we go back in there?”

Malia smiled, and shook her head. She reached forward again, placing a hand on your cheek and running her thumb across your bottom lip.

“Three! Two! One!”

Her lips met yours just as cheers broke out from the living room. You were dimly aware of the sound of Lydia popping a bottle of champagne, but all you could really think about was Malia. Her lips were warm and wanting, and god, how was she such a good kisser?

You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her closer, but just as you did, a loud pop echoed in your ears. You jerked away from her with a gasp, and her brow furrowed.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

The scream of fireworks going off was loud in your ears, despite them being miles away. Scott had warned you about this weeks ago, how extremely loud noises might affect you, but you had totally forgotten in the chaos of the party. The fireworks hadn’t even crossed your mind, but now they were causing you to drop to your knees.

“Y/n, talk to me,” Malia breathed, kneeling next to you. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t look at her, not wanting her to see the shame in your eyes. You had just been talking about how you were doing so well, yet here you were, crippled by a loud noise while Malia was perfectly fine.

You shoved her comforting hands away and ran, searching for a place where you could hide from all the noise. Now it wasn’t just the fireworks, but the music and the laughter of your friends. Even her frantic voice hurt your ears.

After you ran, Malia stood there, wondering what the hell she had done to make you run away so fast. You weren’t losing control, that much she knew, but as she straightened up she looked out the window and realized what was wrong.

Brightly colored fireworks were flashing across the sky, and Malia knew you could probably hear every pop and burst. She headed up the stairs after you, listening in for your pounding heartbeat until she heard it coming from Lydia’s room.

She opened the door softly. “Y/n, it’s me,” she whispered. “It’s okay, you can tune it out, you just have to try.”

She scanned the darkened bedroom, and eventually came to kneel by Lydia’s bed. She flopped onto her side and glanced under the bed. You were there curled up on your side with your hands pressed over your ears

“It’s so loud, Malia,” you mumbled.

“I know,” she said softly. “Just come out from under there and I can help you.”

“I can’t. It hurts.”

Malia huffed. If you weren’t coming out, she was going to come to you.

She wiggled under the bed in the dark, reaching out for your trembling body and pulling you closer to her.

“What are you doing?” you asked shakily.

“Shh,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around you. She ran one hand down your hair as you laid your head on her chest. “Do you hear my heartbeat?”

You nodded against her, and she kept talking. “Focus on it. Everytime I see you, it beats faster. You can probably hear it now. It’s racing because I’ve never had you this close, but I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

You did what she said, listening to the thump of her heart against her ribcage. It was quick, but it wasn’t racing like yours. This was a different sound, not full of fear, but of excitement.

The more you listened, the more you started to believe her. It was all for you.

“Malia?” you asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“It’s not as bad,” you told her. “It’s not as bad with you here.”

“We can stay until it stops,” she whispered.

And she laid there with you, true to her word. To your surprise, you were the one who pointed it out when the fireworks had ended.

“Malia?” you whispered.

“Yeah?” she asked, running her fingers through your hair.

“It’s over.”

“Oh.” She felt herself blushing, grateful you couldn’t see her in the dark. Then, as if the universe has read her mind, Lydia’s bedroom door opened, casting light onto Malia’s face.

“Uh? Malia?”

Lydia crouched down, having spotted one of Malia’s legs sticking out from under her bed. “Why are you guys under the bed? You know I have spare bedrooms, right?”

“Oh my god,” you whispered, cringing at her insinuation. “No, Lyds, it’s not what you think-”

“Well, regardless, I need to get my beauty sleep. And I can’t exactly do it with two supernatural creatures hiding under my bed.”

“God, you’re such a mood killer,” Malia groaned playfully, winking at you as she rolled out from under the bed.

She gently grabbed your hand and pulled you out, helping you to your feet.

“Sorry,” you told Lydia sheepishly.

“You guys are welcome to take the one down the hall,” she called as you headed for the stairs, shooting you a wink.

“Thank you for helping me,” you told Malia, shutting the door behind you. “I’m sorry I freaked out on you like that. That’s embarrassing.”

Malia shrugged. “I kinda hoped I’d get to cuddle up to you tonight, although that wasn’t the way I was expecting.”

You flushed, and Malia grinned. “I��m still pretty happy about it, don’t worry. Are you staying the night?”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you began. “Do you...do you want me to?”

Her brown eyes lit up. “God, yes.”

She grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to her. Your breath caught in your throat as she ran her hands down your hips, and leaned down to kiss you once more.

“I’m pretty sure you know how i feel about you,” she said between kisses. “But do you feel the same way?”

You nodded, too breathless to speak.

“Y/n,” she murmured against your neck, causing you to shiver. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Okay,” you agreed, pushing her away gently as you cupped her face. “Malia, I like you. I have for a long time. I know it’s obvious, and I know you just watched me freak out like a lunatic, but whatever it takes for you to hold me like that again, I’ll do it.”

She let out a shaky breath, scooping you up and wrapping your legs around her waist. She grinned as she carried you down the hall toward the empty room Lydia had pointed out.

“All you had to do was ask.”

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