or extra crispy


“Sunday night I was taking a flight back from San Francisco to Toronto and was stopped by security and ordered into additional screening. Now this is nothing new to me, as I’m a brown dude who flies quite often and these types of extra screening and searchings are regular occurrences. In this specific case however I was asked to remove my turban so it could go through an additional extra check. my first inclination was to say nah, I had a flight to catch and taking off a turban and tying it back on before a flight would be inconvenient. I asked to have a pat down instead (i get my clothes patted down, and those too are made of cloth, never asked to remove those) the manager insisted that either I would take off my turban and or I would be escorted back into the public area and I could book a flight with a different airline or airport.

They provided a private screening room, and after they had done a complete body search and scanned my turban through another x-ray… they came back and told me I was good to go.

It was at this point I asked for a mirror to retie my turban again, because unlike a hat or a shoe, tying a turban back on takes time and skill (great skill, only the manliest of men know) plus I gotta make sure i look extra crispy and good ALWAYS (my motto in life, most of the time when I’m not lazy of course) The officials responded that they don’t provide mirrors and one of them had even told me to walk down the nearest bathroom at the other end of the terminal, in public, without my turban on. Which completely defeats the purpose of being in a private room in the first place… why “undress” me and then tell me to walk out “undressed” to the nearest bathroom to retie my turban again? The turban is a sign of royalty, respect, dignity, courage and has a huge significance for my people.

I followed all the security protocols, asked whatever they wanted me to do, the issue isn’t JUST with the fact that I was asked to remove the turban (however silly it still is) but with the lack of respect and insensitivity when I asked for a simple request like a mirror to tie it back on again.

Also fun fact: no one has ever found anything dangerous in a turban… ever.”

you decide to play hookey from work for the day, and sleep in with your fiancé. you stay wrapped up in bed, tangled between the sheets later than you’d stay in even on weekends.  she falls back asleep, and you are happy to be awake, resting with your future wife curled against you, while you delicately finger through her hair.  when she wakes up again, you make her tea and waffles, that you almost burn because you’re so particularly lovestruck.  she likes them extra crispy anyway.



This is my second year film here at CalArts. I was super lucky to have amazing original music and sound design by Paul Michael Cardon https://soundcloud.com/theotter, narration from the talented Nick D’Agostino, some absolutely beautiful set pieces fabricated by Ming-Huei Huang, and phenomenal props fabricated by my friends @birdbears and @kesiahmanival. Not to mention some much needed help 2D coloring from the great and wise Bryan Lee @tagawee.

Go ahead and click that little HD button at the bottom right and select 4K to watch it in extra crispy clear, beautiful high definition! Enjoy the show!!

anonymous asked:

For the Drabble game (if it's still on)..... Baekhyun + angst/fluff + 81 pleaseeeee :)

» baekhyun + 81 + fluff/angst

You’ve heard everyone telling you the exact same words when you got yourself attached with him. “He’s dangerous, he’ll break your heart. He’s nothing but a pathetic person who longed for fulfilling his desires” was what they always say. You never understood the concept of what they were trying to get in your head. Your lover sure have the sinful attractiveness, but never did he once broke your heart.

But now you understood them. Every word that came out from their lips, every complaints and every warnings. Now you told yourself to stay strong when you were standing across the room with your lover who was breathing heavily, relentlessly throwing words that made tears well up on the corner of your eyes. The lover who you loved with all your might, the one who done such things but your view for never changed. How come a small thing grew to one big situation you always told yourself you were never facing?

“Stop.” Before you can even refrain yourself, you already blurted out the word making Baekhyun, your lover, stop mid-word from yelling. “You’re hurting my feelings. I didn’t know that’s what you thought of me. Shame on me.” You mumbled, and your chest felt heavy all of a sudden. You couldn’t think straight right now, standing frozen in the middle of room while your heart shattered slowly. Baekhyun’s face remained hard, but slowly, his face contoured pain.

Your eyes trained on him, lips quivering while you mentally tried to fix your heartbreak. But even as the time passed, the pain remained.

You didn’t even noticed when you felt arms wrap around yourself and a face snuggling on the crook of your neck, warm tears dropping on your skin. Immediately, your arms automatically snaked around his torso and hugged him. It was then you noticed that he was slightly trembling from crying.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I-I love you, okay? I fucking love you so much.” He choked out. You swallowed back before kissing his cheek and whispered sweet words to him.

“It’s okay. I love you too.”

He remained silent for a few seconds before he whispered, and you barely heard it with the way he quietly said it. “Wanna runaway?”

And you agreed because you realized they were wrong. They could try to ruin yours and Baekhyun’s relationship, they could try to wreck it but soon they will realize that only a fight between you and your lover will only strengthen your relationship.

Wounded (Hurt pt. 2)

Summary: Things get steamy when you and Peter wake up

A/N: So, this chapter isn’t the greatest, I accidentally deleted the last half so, I had to rewrite it. But, I still liked it, hopefully part three will be out soon.


You called his name as you followed him out, no response, he was down the hall a mere twenty feet ahead of you so you know he’d heard you. He rounded the corner and you began to think that this wasn’t worth it. If he isn’t going to stop then why chase him? Your walk became somewhat of a stomp as you reached the parking lot and you resisted the urge to smile as you saw his lean figure standing against your car. His smirk grew larger as he watched you approach.

“Nice of you to join me” his smirk never faltered even as you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“Well it is my car” you told him, feigning annoyance “did your Wolfy powers go out of wack? I called your name” it was like your mind wasn’t sending the signal to your mouth to just *stop talking*, you hoped you didn’t sound like a clingy girlfriend but, you hated being ignored. During your short rant Peter’s eyes danced over your features and he had stepped so close that your noses touched.

“I’m sorry darlin’ I just didn’t want anyone to hear” his eyes filled with lust. You opened your mouth to ask what exactly he didn’t want anyone to hear when his lips came crashing down on yours you barely registered that you were kissing back until he bit your lower lip softly. Giving in eagerly to his silent request to open your mouth as he ran his tongue across yours, you let out a soft moan as he pulled you to him tight, you felt his member against you, letting out another as  he pulled away half a second later. “That, is what I didn’t want them to hear” huffing as he answered the unasked question. He bent his head and let his teeth brush your ear as he spoke “I want that noise to be reserved for my ears only”

You didn’t get a chance to respond because as quickly as it left, his mouth was back on yours and one hand was sliding its way up your shirt, the other gripped your ass tightly. “Peter” you moaned breathlessly into his mouth. Your hands found themselves eagerly pulling at the button of his pants and you began pulling them down.

Your eyes snapped open and you stared at the ceiling oh God oh God ohhh God you thought to yourself as you looked down, Peter was in the same position that you fell asleep in, arms tightly wrapped around you with his head still on your stomach. The dream momentarily pushed out of your head as you saw a sight that you’d never see well, more like felt, there was a small pool of drool right above your belly button. Resisting the incessant urge to giggle, you closed your eyes and thought back to your dream, your hand finding its way to its new favorite spot in Peter Hales dark locks. Really? A dirty dream about Peter? In Peter’s bed?! It isn’t like it’s never happened, you weren’t obsessed with the man but you couldn’t deny the fact that he was handsome. If you’re being honest you’ve had dreams like this before about a few of your other friends, what can you say that you haven’t before? They’re attractive and there’s no way to control your dreams plus you’re a grown ass woman with needs and all this supernatural stuff is seriously blocking your chances at getting anyone near you.

Seriously you were a human, how could you tell if the next guy who took you out wasn’t going to try to murder you? Your train of thought was brought back to reality when your stomach growled about ten minutes later, you’d been in the middle of eating your own food when Stiles and Peter had their argument.

“Guess that’s my cue to cook you breakfast”  Peter’s voice rasped below you. You jumped internally​.
“How uh… How long have you been awake?” You gazed at him from above.
“About twenty minutes” you could almost hear the smile on his face. Your cheeks grew hot because you’d only been awake for a few. “What were you dreaming about?” He asked mischievously. He loosened his grip slightly, only to tilt his head to look at you.

“Rainbows and Unicorns” you deadpanned, looking away from him, you wouldn’t give Peter the satisfaction. He looked at you with desire, Peter was never one to back down from a challenge so he let a slow smile cross his lips as he slowly unwrapped himself from you and slid so that his head was burrowed into your neck, never letting his body stop touching you. He brought his lips to your ear.

“Lucky unicorn” his breath tickled your cheek and he let his tongue graze your ear. “How do you like it?” Your head turned instantly and you met his gaze.

“W-what?” In a second, Peter stood with his regular amused smirk and a lazy stretch, you hated how you had to force your eyes to stay on his face so as not to look down to the small line of skin that was peeking out from under his shirt as he raised his arms.

“Your bacon? I’m cooking you breakfast” the smirk he wore now stretched into a smile. Ladies and gentlemen, Peter Hale is back. You followed his lead and stretched before you left the bed.

“Extra crispy” you tried to run your fingers through your hair but you were met with a clump of leaves and mud. “I’m gonna need to borrow your shower” you told him with a scrunched face.

“Be my guest.” He pointed towards his master bath “towels are in the top cupboard” you nodded and headed towards his bathroom, saying it was huge was an understatement, this place was massive. Who needs this much room to shower? You couldn’t help thinking. There was a large jacuzzi tub on the far right side and you contemplated just hopping in and forcing Peter to bring your breakfast in while you bathed, a small giggle bubbled out at the idea, to your direct left was a door that you could only guess held the toilet.

You found the cupboard full of fluffy grey towels. And stepped into the large clear shower, it was one of the ones that had those blurred lines going through the middle so that if anyone were to be there they would only see your shoulders and above and your legs down, the entire torso blurred. You peeled off your muddy clothes and hopped into the now steaming shower. You sighed as the water hit you and thought about the previous night’s events. You couldn’t imagine how Peter felt, he may have gone about his revenge differently than the others may have liked but, it was revenge. Being with a group of supernaturals around the clock made you a little more cold hearted than you would have liked. Every one one of your friends had blood on their hands, though they didn’t like to admit it. Peter did though, he was accepting of what he did - of who he was, even if he was a little over the top at times.  Maybe that’s why you held such a soft spot in your heart for him, he never hid from you, his intentions were clear… for the most part.

You reached for your towel and wrapped it around yourself, looking around for your clothing as you stepped out and saw a pair of folded sweatpants and a too small tank top with lace straps in place of your clothing. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you pulled the top over your head and saw that it hugged you tightly and stopped just below your belly button. You blushed a little at the contrasting sweatpants that were much too large, they had to be Peter’s own. You tossed the towel in the hamper and walked out into the hallway following the smell of freshly cooked bacon.

As you made your way to the kitchen, you were met with a shirtless Peter, humming as he moved his way around the kitchen effortlessly. His hair still damp from a shower if his own, you avoided looking at his chest. “Thanks for the clothes” a pause, “won’t she miss her shirt” a little venom, you didn’t want to add laced your last few words. You weren’t jealous, you just thought it a little rude to give a woman another’s shirt. You were convincing yourself.

A chuckle bubbled out of him and he gestured for you to sit at the small dining table, you did. “You’re very welcome” he placed your plate with bacon eggs and small pancakes in front of you, orange juice had already been placed on the table. “I don’t think she’ll miss it very much at all” a knowing smile as he sat next to you with his own plate. You rolled your eyes and kept the conversation light after that. You both avoided talking about last night’s happening and you knew he was secretly grateful. You raised an eyebrow as he stood halfway finished with his food. “Haven’t you been wondering where your clothes are?” He answered your confused look and began walking away. “They’re in the wash” you thought back to the stripped bed and tossed a grateful smile and thought about the underwear you’d worn last night, satisfied with the lacy bra and boy short set you remembered wearing.  Not that it mattered.

“Put on some clothes!” You yelled as you heard him fumble about in the unseen laundry room. You had a very satisfied look on your face when he came back with a Henley top now hanging loosely on his torso. You kept your conversation as you both finished your meals. You chose to wash the dishes, it was only right as he was being so hospitable. A thought hit you and you couldn’t help but grin as you looked at him “Peter, am I your best friend?” The way you spoke to one another was a lot more casual and open than when he spoke to the others. You thought back to your relationship, every time you were around he was a little looser, you’d definitely been alone with him more so than anyone else, and when the rest of the pack left Peter’s you were always the last, sometimes mooching his food. Maybe you were friends after all.

The question brought a little color to Peter’s cheeks “If we have to put a label on it” he muttered. He stood behind you and leaned in, placing his arms on either side of you. “I’ve never had a best friend though, so you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t know how to behave” his hand inched their way closer to you, until his arms were pressed tightly to your sides.

You cursed your body for the way that it betrayed you, your heart rate grew quickly, you felt yourself getting moist. You had to be a big girl about this though, he’d already won this morning. You turned your body and made sure press your ass against him as you did. “Lesson one:” You stood on your tiptoes and looped a finger through his belt loop as you pressed your lips against his ear, whispering “friends don’t get this close.” you trailed your hand up his torso and flattened your palm against his chest, pushing lightly. He gave you a genuine smile as he backed away.

Your heart jumped and Peter chuckled “You are much better at this than I thought you’d be” he studied you with soft eyes, then hungry ones. “What else can you teach me? And when can I teach you?” He leaned against the sink, still invading your personal space. Flirting was one of your favorite pastimes but, he was laying it on thick.

“I can teach you many things” you took his lead and leaned against the counter with a smirk that matched his  as you watched Peter’s eyes roam your body. The little minx that was brought out of you caught you by surprise but, you couldn’t say that you weren’t enjoying this, you could play this game. Peter let out a low growl in response and made a move to grab you until, the buzz of the dryer sounded and you and Peter both stood. Peter opened his mouth to say something and you saw him visibly decide against it, he turned headed to the laundry roomm.

You took that opportunity to cool down and grab your phone. 12 messages and 9 missed calls. You sent both Scott and Derek the same generic ‘I’m fine, we’re fine’ text and turned when Peter walked in.

“The fan club trying to get ahold of you?” He quirked an eyebrow and you laughed. He held your clothes in his hands and placed them on the table.

“Just trying to see where I ran off to, last night” you shrugged.

“Do they know that you ran off with the big bad wolf?” A wolfish grin formed.

“You’re not so big, and you aren’t that bad” you told him.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m very big, and I can be very bad if you ask nicely” there he was with his growling.

“Oh, I’m sure” you said sarcastically trying to hide the fact that your heart was pounding, that a small wet spot was forming between your legs, that you wanted to see if he was bluffing or not, you tried. But then, your eyes met.

Within seconds you were up against the wall with his lips attacking yours, you didn’t give yourself a chance to think as you were kissing him back feverishly. This was no pretty kiss, there was biting, pulling, grabbing. Peter pushed his hips into yours and you grasped a handful of his hair which earned a moan from him. So much for cooling off. He began to kiss down your neck as one claw ripped the straps of your tank top, your top now hung dangerously low on your breasts. “Peter…we can’t” you said between heavy breaths.

“We can” he let out a sigh and placed a hand on the wall behind you. “We should” you bit your lip and shook your head.

“Best friends, remember?” You smiled a little as you tried to calm your breathing. You held your hand out for him to shake, he glanced at it and shook his head once.

“You and your labels” he sighed and pushed himself off the wall. “You and your everything” he let out a frustrated groan and ran a hand down his face. He took a few more steps back and watched as you stood upright. “Fine. But please don’t let that shirt get any lower because, I promise I’ll show you how big and bad I am” you let out a gasp and covered your chest quickly.

“Sorry” you told him shakily.

“Don’t be.” He said huskily. “Sorry about your shirt, I’ll  buy you a new one” he said with a wink and left the room after handing you with last night’s clothes you put your shirt on quickly and slid the other off.

You both were calmer now, and you were greatful, because there was no way that if Peter made another advance, you’d push him off. You had to get out of there.

You quickly packed your clothes in your purse and put your shoes on.

“Leaving so soon, bestie?” Peter questioned as he walked back into the room, watching your every move.

“Yeah. I’m afraid that we’ll violate our new friendship, bestie” you told him honestly and walked towards the front door, you opened it.

“Right. Best friends” he gave a mock salute and put his hand out for you to shake.

You took his hand in yours and gave a firm shake. “Exactly” you smiled up at him.

“The handshake of death.” Peter remarked and you chuckled. You pulled your hand away but Peter had a firm grip, he loosened his grip on you but held your fingers in his, “Thanks for not treating me like a wounded animal” he said seriously, looking at your hands. He let go of your hand and you gave him a small smile.

The last thing you saw while you were leaving was Peter watching you drive off from his Apartment window.

Just friends, Right? pt-1

Originally posted by wendytran07

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, mentions of nightmares

Word count: 1,518

Summary: Bucky and the reader are madly in love but they are both unaware of the other’s feelings

Part2    Part3    Part4

Your POV

          Bucky and you have been best friends ever since you joined the avengers. You were a highly trained assassin and a science whiz. Half your time was spent in the lab and the other half, on the field. Immediately after joining the avengers over 2 years ago, you were drawn to Bucky and he was drawn to you. Soon enough he had opened up to you about all of the horrors that Hydra had put him through and you comforted him and assured him that you would always be there when he needed you.

        Walking the hallways of Stark Tower always helped you relax after a nightmare. Sure, you had them but nothing near as bad as Bucky’s. They still left you staring at your ceiling until the sun peeked through your blinds. Last night was a particularly bad one and all you wanted to do was crawl next to Bucky and have his arm around you like you did for him so often when you heard his screams from across the hall. 

       It didn’t take you long after meeting Bucky to realize that you had feelings for him. You never acted on them because you knew he didn’t feel the same way about you. To him, you were just a friend. He was constantly flirting with other girls, having his one night stands run through the common areas in his clothes, going on dates and sharing all of the details during game night in the tower.

“Hey Y/N” you heard as you turned the corner into the kitchen.

“Hey Buck, why are you up so early?” you asked. The sun had just barely come up and you had been walking around the tower aimlessly for hours.

“Probably the same reason that you are” he smiled at you softly. You nodded in response and frowned at him a little. Your hand found its way onto his shoulder and you rubbed it softly, even the smallest touch between the two of you helping you relax.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It was just the usual, nothing new.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to wake you” you said with a frown.

“You worry too much about me. I’m fine, I promise”

Bucky POV

     I was not okay. I had been in love with her ever since I first saw her. She was kind and compassionate. She was everything I’ve ever wanted. When she smiles it seems like everything that haunts my past, disappears for just a moment. She cares about me more than I thought anyone would ever be able to. I just can’t tell her how I feel. I don’t want to risk losing the friendship that we have. Anyway, she is always getting hit on and taken out on dates. I just take home random girls to mask my pain of seeing her with men who aren’t me.
Whenever I bring girls back to the tower Y/N hardly even looks in my direction so she really must not feel anything other than friendly love towards me.

“I’m always going to worry about you Buck, you know that” Y/N said and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Yeah I guess there’s no getting rid of you, huh?” I wrapped my arm around her and she smiled into my chest. I could stay like this forever.

Your POV

“So pancakes or waffles?” you said and slowly pulled away from Bucky.

“Hmm I’m thinking pancakes and maybe some bacon”

“I’m on it” you chuckled and reached up to ruffle his hair. He glared at you playfully as you walked toward the pantry to get all the ingredients you needed for breakfast.

The pancake batter sizzled as it met the pan and you could hear Bucky shuffling behind you as you cooked. Soon enough you heard soft music floating through the kitchen and turned quickly to smile at Bucky. The music was timeless and the piano melody is what you imagined Bucky would listen to as a child. Your hips began to sway back and forth to the beat as you placed the bacon in the skillet.

As the first song ended and the next began Bucky came up behind you and placed his chin on the top of your head. His soft humming vibrated in your stomach and chest. Gosh, everything this man did made you fall farther in love with him. He had no idea what he did to you. You flipped over the bacon with your right hand and Bucky took your left in his.

He spun you around to face him and his metal hand sat gently on your hip while his right grasped your hand. Buck led you around the room in slow circles and gazed just above your eyes the whole time; never meeting them. The next song started and it was a tune that you recognized. You hummed along just as Bucky was a few minutes ago. Bucky’s eyes met yours and he grinned. He rested his chin on top of your head once again and hummed with you.

A sudden beeping alerted both of you to the smoke rising from the stove. You both jogged to the bacon and you quickly removed the pan from the heat. Bucky burst out laughing and after overcoming your shock, you joined him.

“Oh my God Y/N” he wheezed between chuckles. His hand was still clutching yours from when you were dancing and he was bent over at the waist nearly in tears from laughing so hard.

“Buck, you good?” you joked with him while also being bent over trying to catch your breath.

“I don’t know. Did the bacon survive?” he smirked at you.

“Only if you like it extra crispy which I know you do.”

“Doll, you know me too well” Bucky smiled and grabbed a slice off the pan.

You both got yourselves settled with some breakfast and the music still played in the background. It was around 8 am now and you could hear some of the other avengers shuffling around their rooms. Your phone alerted you to a text with a loud ding and you reached for it with a mouth full of pancakes.

* Hey there gorgeous. What are u up to today? :)*

It was from that security guy downstairs, Kevin, who had asked for your number last week. He constantly tried to make conversation with you whenever you left or entered the building. Sometimes you humored him but you were never really interested. Obviously, you were too in love with Bucky to be interested in anyone except for Bucky.

*Not much*

You decided to go with a short response in hopes of him taking your hint and leaving you alone to pine after a man who didn’t love you.

“Who was it?” Buck questioned.

“Oh that security guard, Kevin. He just asked what I was up to today and called me pretty” you chuckled at him and rolled your eyes when you told him the part about Kevin calling you pretty. Bucky didn’t chuckle along with you, in fact his smile faded all together. It was replaced with a scowl and his eyebrows scrunched together. If you were being honest, he looked a little jealous. But that must’ve just been your imagination letting you see what you wish was real.

“I don’t like that guy much. You shouldn’t be hanging out with him if you ask me”, Bucky grumbled out.

“Well, I didn’t ask you but I’ll take your opinion into consideration”, you joked with him. His stoney looked faded away to be replaced with a small smile.

“But if you really don’t want me hanging out with him that much, I won’t”, you stated matter of factly and plucked your phone back out of your pocket.

*On second thought, I have plans today*

“There it’s settled. Now, what do you want to do today?”, You beamed down at Bucky from where you were standing.

“Wait, you’re serious? Just like that, no more Kevin?”, he grinned.

“Yup, no more Kevin”

Bucky’s POV

This woman was maddening.

“Didn’t you like him at all? You did give him your number” I asked trying to contain my joy that she would rather spend time with me than that douchebag of a security guard. I saw the way that he looked her up and down when her back was turned. It made me want to poke his eyes out so he wouldn’t have anything left to objectify her with.

“Nah I wasn’t really all that fond of him. I could tell he was kind of a sleaze ball. And besides you know you are just about my favorite person on the planet, so I’d much rather hang out with you” I could hardly contain my smile. There was something strange in the expression on her face. It was like she didn’t mean to be saying these things out loud. As if she was sharing a secret. This sparked a hope in me that I haven’t felt in a long time. A hope that maybe she loved me back.

Matthew Mercer and Uncle Ted

I watched Matt talk about his Uncle Ted tonight, and it’s still affecting me hours later. Of course it is.

It wasn’t just his sorrow at the loss of someone he loved…I’m having a hard time nailing it down, but part of it is definitely a ‘there but for the grace of God’ feeling. I’m older than him even. I only got out of watching that happen to someone I love through a terrifically small family, determined introversion, and extra crispy bigotry in my home town. The one gay relative I have is probably aromantic, possibly asexual, and female. It’s basically impossible that she would have gotten HIV.

I think another part of it is this sense in the LGBT community of having no past. Thanks to Reagan, we lost so so many who should be our elders. A lot of younger queer kids have no idea what it was like to be alive and queer then. We’ve come so ridiculously far–miles and miles farther than I thought I would see in my lifetime. The level of casual, quotidien, assumed disgust and hatred that so many had then…It’s like looking back at the 50s and pictures of police dogs being turned on black protesters. It feels unthinkable, and yet I lived through it. I had a world renowned preacher tell my best friend that she was part of what was wrong with America–she was 14.

Hearing him tell that story feel like a very visceral trip to the past, and I think I didn’t realize how immediate that pain can still be. I can’t even compare it to a wound in the body, because wounding a culture is a completely different thing. It doesn’t translate at all.

I hate to be all ‘kids these days’, but genuinely: we’ve come so far that I don’t think anyone can even begin to understand who didn’t live through it. But, at the same time, we’re still going through it with trans people. Look at me: I won’t come out to most of my family, my friends…I guess that’s why it resonated so hard: at least in some small part, I am Uncle Ted. 

Greedy: Adam Driver x Reader.

A/N: ok let me just start off by saying- this is my absolute favorite picture of Adam! idk why but it’s my number one! now second off- I guess we can call this an AU??? is that how AU’s work??? also note that in this fic Adam is a completely normal person. he’s not some famous person. he’s just a normal SINGLE man. I decided to take this route because I personally think it’s cheesy and cliche to do the whole fame thing from any angle whether you’re both famous and costars, or he’s dating you in secret to protect you from the public or his fans. not shitting on anyone else but it think its dumb… so I chose something different, but to each their own. this is chapter one by the way! if this is something y’all like… then I will totally continue! this is definitely a new world for me and I’m excited to explore it.

Sidebar: if you haven’t heard the song greedy from Ariana Grande then the title won’t make sense to you. It’s a cute little song and it’s super upbeat! I love it! 

link to Ariana Grande- Greedy

in case the first link won’t work.

Warnings: none

words: 1.4k

It was an average Friday night and you really had no plans to go anywhere. While your roommate was out with her girlfriend you sat on your bed painting your nails a pretty shade of barbie pink. Admiring how glossy they looked under your light, you smiled. When you had nothing to do you always pampered yourself, doing things you didn’t have time for during the week. Before your nails, you sat in front of your mirror doing your make up for no reason other than you wanted to look good for yourself. It made you chipper inside feeling your false lashes flutter every time you blinked.

Letting your nails dry, you carefully slipped out of your silky robe and slipped on a simple pink cami-style dress. You were planning on having a movie marathon all to yourself and couldn’t decide between Star wars or Harry potter, both franchises you loved dearly. Though you were staying in for the night, you couldn’t have a movie marathon without snacks! Slipping on your little silver jelly flats and grabbing your purse, you made your way to the grocery store.

For a Friday night, the parking lot was practically empty, leaving you with all the good up front parking. Looking around you grabbed a jar of big dill pickles, a bag of frozen extra crispy fries, and a bottle of vegan ranch. The only thing that was missing… was the popcorn. Walking down the snack aisle you noticed a lot of the product had not been down stocked yet.

There on the top shelf was one last bag of your favorite pre-popped popcorn; white cheddar skinny pop. giddy, you reached up for the bag only to have it snatched before your eyes. Your smile dropped as you watched in horror. A man many feet taller than you had taken the one thing you wanted most.

“Hey- um- I was kinda going to buy that.” you said timidly.

He stopped pushing his cart and turned to face you. As if in a cheesy movie everything moved in slow motion and you felt your heart leap into your throat. He peered down at you with glittering honey cocoa colored eyes, dark thick raised brows and pouty luscious pink lips. His skin was sprinkled with pale little freckles and beauty marks. his nose was rather large and protruding and so were his ears hidden under his long deep brown locks. Parts of his hair was pushed over to one side giving his scalp a more fabulous volumized look that was only complimented by his facial hair.

“Oh my bad.” his voice was different, deep and unlike anything you had ever heard before. It was strange at first, and almost funny.

“It’s fine, but can I have that bag… since I’m cute.” you smiled.

He laughed, and it was the most pleasant sound you had ever heard. “I’ll give you the cute part, but I’m not giving you the popcorn, lady.”

“What!” you jumped. “But that’s the last bag of skinny pop!”

“Which is exactly why I’m not giving it to you,” the giant scoffed.

You balled your hands into fist trying not to make a scene over popcorn. “I like skinny pop because it’s vegan and low in calories.”

He rolled his. “Maybe that’s why I like it too.”

Now you were the one to laugh.  “You mean to tell me a big guy like you is trying to watch his figure?!”

“Maybe!” he snarled. “You don’t know me!”

Grinding your teeth you dropped to mega bitch level. “Give me the damn bag of skinny pop or I’m going to scream.”

“Yeah sure.” he said sarcastically.


He narrowed his eyes. “You won’t”

“Bet. 2”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Go on.”

“Last chance. 3”

“I said-”

On the top of your lungs, you let out an ear-splitting shriek making everyone around the two of you stop.


Instantly the man began to shush you. “Ok! Ok! Ok!”

He reached into his cart handing you the bag. “Here take the damn bag of popcorn! Just stop screaming!”

“Thank you.” you smiled sweetly, then walked away.

“Uh- yeah! Your welcome!” he shouted awkwardly.

Browsing harmless down every aisle, you searched the shelves for anything that could be new. You really didn’t need anything but the snacks you came for.

Sighing in realization, you moved to the tissue, paper towel, and toilet paper aisles to grab a couple boxes of puff plus. With the rainy days came mold and mildew and it was driving your allergies wild. Looking at all the cute designs you settled for a box with Moana, frozen, and rouge one on it. Your inner child cheered in excitement at the cool characters that covered each individual box.

Distracted by the designs of the boxes, you bumped your cart into the back of someone. Startled and embarrassed you whipped your head up.

“Oh- I’m so-”

“Great. It’s you.” Said the big burly man from earlier.

You stayed silent, eyeing him with so much shade as he reached for a big pack of paper towels.

“What- you want these too?!” He snipped. “Because if you’re going to scream again I’ll just get you a pack from the top then.”

“No!” You scoffed.

He nodded his head as he pushed his cart getting as far away from you as he could. Cheeks tinting every shade of pink, you rushed to the checkout.

The lines were short and in no time you free. It was halfway to your car when you spotted the man from a second ago. He was loading his bags in his black SUV. His lips were pressed together in a thin line and his expression was frustrated.

You felt guilty for bothering him the way you did. He was probably the sweetest most giving man in the world and you felt as if you were the reason he was frustrated. Reaching into the back of the car, you pulled out the bag of skinny pop. The bag belonged to him.

Carefully approaching him, you thought about what you would say. How were you going to apologize?

“Uh- hi.” You said softly.

He dropped the bag he had in his hand back into the cart. He rolled his eye and shifted his jaw, very annoyed.

“What do you want now?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you offered him the bag of popcorn. “Here.”

He looked down surprised and refused your offer. “I can’t take that from you. I didn’t pay for it.”

“I know, but it was yours originally,” you muttered. “I’m sorry.”

His brows creased. “It’s ok. It’s not that big of a deal -I mean- it was back in there (the store), but that’s over with.”

“Yeah I know but it wasn’t right,” you pressed, “I should’ve never thrown a fit over a damn bag of popcorn!”

“Really you shouldn’t have, but you did.” he nodded.

You leaned up against his SUV avoiding his gaze. Those judging eyes of his were too much to take and you were still ashamed of how you acted towards him. You were a grown woman, still very young, but grown nonetheless!

“I’m not always like that. In fact, I’m never like that.” your voice carried out just above a whisper.

“I believe you,” he replied just as soft.

You frowned, taking in a shaky breath. He was just being nice so you’d leave him alone, no doubt about it. You were really bummed out that you had blown a possible chance of meeting someone new. You could tell by looking at him that he was a good person who had a good head on his shoulders and that’s what you needed. His looks were like nothing you had seen before and that's made him attractive to you.

Apologizing again once again you turned on your heel to head back to your car. You had done enough to the poor guy and you wanted to just let him carry on with the rest of his night. The last thing you needed was to make things worse for him.

“Uh-” he called out. “I’m Adam… by the way.”

You stopped, casting your head over your left shoulder. “Adam. It’s nice to meet you, Adam. I’m (y/n).”

“Hey, do you like Pad thai?” he asked almost uncomfortably.

“I-i love pad thai.” you sang.

Adam smiled. “Well- are you doing anything right now… cause if not I know this Thai restaurant that makes the best damn pad thai in the world. That if you’re hungry.”

“I’m always hungry.” you said half joking.

“Great! We could head there now if you’d like!”